#ann

It was silly, but I couldn’t let go of the hope that one day he’d walk in, look at me, smile and maybe pop by my table to have a chat where I would boggle his mind with my brilliance. I’d charm him with my manner. Then he’d ask me out on a date. At the end of which, maybe, hopefully, I’d finally be able to touch his hair (amongst other things). This never happened. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dating

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say Ave there for me, And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me ↗

— Frederick Weatherly

#death #grief #lyrics #mourning #music

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#butterflies #butterfly #death #flower #flowers

Wisdom's daughter walks alone—” “Ella!” Frank stood suddenly. “Maybe it's not the best time—” “The Mark of Athena burns through Rome,” Ella continued, cupping her hands over her ears and raising her voice. “Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death. Giants' bane stands gold and pale, Won with pain from a woven jail. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#ella #future #heroes-of-olympus #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #prophecy

One false step, and you’ll fall all the way to Tartarus—and believe me, unlike the Doors of Death, this would be a one-way trip, a very hard fall! I will not have you dying before you tell me your plan for my artwork. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#arachne #artwork #death #doors-of-death #heroes-of-olympus

She crossed over death to call me. I crossed through Hell to find her. ↗

— Kendare Blake

#cas #death

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#tynan-flannery #death

HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today, tonight, right now. Though I know without a doubt that tomorrow will come saturated with pain. Life is like that. At least my life. And honestly, I cant think of anyone whose life is any different. The price tag for joy is misery. [...] ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#life

The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place? Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting? Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger? Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#gena-showalter #humour #mary-ann #riley #death

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#death #declaration #gemma #kiss #life