Matt Sayles portrait shot in Beverly Hills

Our Edward,
Who art in Forks,
Hallowed be thy sparkles.
Thy Volvo comes, thy will be fast,
On Earth as it is in the meadow.
Give toi this day, our daily blood;
Forgive us our heartbeats,
As we worship Carlisle for giving toi life.
Lead us into temptation,
Deliver us to you.
For thine is the vampire,
The musique and the hotness,
For ever and ever,
A-Edward.


I think, At some point,
Everyone dreams of finding...
An Edward.
Someone whose name toi call, ou whisper,
And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby,
And holds toi close, as toi drift off.
Someone who seems to just....sparkle, in the Sunlight,
Whose...