#twilight racism

[littlespidermonkey]

The inherent horror in the wolves having no choice in who they imprint on. It comes down by divine commandment and takes root in you, whether you--either of you--want it to or not. Is it worse to imagine that past loves don't matter, or that they do?

Do you love her right up until the minute, and then no more? Do you look back and wonder why you felt the way you did, running your hands through her straight, black hair, so similar to her cousin's?

Do you stay consumed by it, even as your genes demand allegiance to her daughter? Does some part of your heart remain unchanged, burning with an eternal flame it would kill both of you to touch?

IDK, just. Your body--if it can really be called your body--is built to serve, and as bad as that already is, you don't even get to choose who it serves. Your love, your master, this person who is also a victim, is chosen for you, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

[emmiethebaldbaby]

I was drawing at my art class while chatting with my teacher and suddenly a very important question rose in my mind:

If Stephanie Mayers wasn't racist, would black vampires shine and sparkle like graphite powder/dust?

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