beautiful niece

But consider. 14-year-old Viktor packing baby Lev around the rink and showing him off to his friends.

My HEART.

💚

I fell in love with my bestfriend.
But he didn’t chase me. He had his doubts about me. Means he is careful about who he lets into his life.
He didn’t whisper sweet nothings to my ears. But he will always answer my phone calls. 
He doesn’t parade our relationship on social media.  I am not his shiny new toy. I am his hidden gem.
He doesn’t put me first. He has his parents, his beautiful nieces and nephew, his siblings, his health, his life.
He wasn’t jealous if I talk to my peers or work with other guys, he lets me grow. He didn’t care that I had 2 million followers. He knows all the 10 real friends I have and their names. 
He can’t remember the title of my songs, but he remembers his niece’s birthday.
He didnt forgo his friends for me. His friends were there for him when he needed them before i came into his life.
He would never immediately agree to my thoughts. He tells me if im wrong. And when im right, he acknowledges it.

All this time I thought love was all about how a man should profess his love, flowers at my door, letters saying he’s in love, enslaving his entire being to me, but here is this person, who just wants to be sure he is the best man that he can be for himself, his family, and the world. And at the end of the day, he tells me all about it. All these things that he does or does not do, for some reason, he wants to share all of them with me. 

And at the end of our every conversation, he lets me know that he loves me too.

I am his best friend. And for that, I am the luckiest girl in the world.

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Shipping Jonsa be like…

mi princesa

my niece is two years old.
she’s innocent, and beautiful.
she has the purest soul.

I pray the world does not break her,
yet I know she can’t be saved.
I wish every night she never starves herself,
she never has her makeup caked.

I hope to God she only thinks of depression as a ten letter word,
and suicide is only heard of on the news.
I beg to shooting stars that she never lets a boy determine her worth,
that she never allows him to leave her heart bruised.

God, don’t you ever let her cry herself to sleep,
never let her face death alone,
Don’t let her drink away the pain,
and God, if you’re listening, never turn her precious heart to stone.

my niece is two years old.
she’s fucking beautiful.
she has the purest soul. I won’t let it be stolen.

Alec Volturi X Reader

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Originally posted by newyorkdress

It was Volterra’s annual summer solstice parade during the day, and at night, every resident of Volterra partied. The Volturi, in trying to improve relations with other covens, decided to throw a ball. You smiled to yourself as Rosalie did your hair and makeup in the lavish hotel room the Volturi had provided their guests.

“What if I mess up? Or trip? Or bleed out in a room full of vampires who don’t drink animal blood?” You asked your “mother” as she smiled. She and Emmett decided to adopt a human and raise them, so here you were, sitting in a room being pampered.

“You’ll be fine sweetie, now hold still, I am almost done,” she said, finishing up your hair. After she finished, you met your family downstairs by a limo. Getting into the black car, you watched as the nightlife of Italy blurred past you. 

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Today I don’t have coffee but a 45min journey to the countryside where my granny lives. Thankfully I have 130+ books in my kindle romance TBR. Some of them are my beloved Tessa’s. And Tori to avoid unpleasant conversations on the coach (bus). I’ll be back tomorrow evening (Eurozone)