#ash

May feel like you're falling', Tabby, but remember, I'm at the bottom ready to catch you. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#kristen-ashley #love #shy #love

Do what makes you happy; Be with who makes you smile; Laugh as much as you breathe; & love as long as you live. ↗

— Abercrombie & Fitch

#love

I know I'm not supposed to say this,” he said. “But I think I love you more than ever. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love

Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different." Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly. "No, it's not. It hasn't even begun." Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first." ↗

— Ann Brashares

#love #sisterhood #love

When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#lash #lover-mine #love

I'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil." What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?" It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?" My mom loves it." But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires." What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#humor #parensts #tv #humor

Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day. ↗

— Rumiko Takahashi

#love #romantic #love

Don't let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#love

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #sydney-sage #sydrian #the-indigo-spell #love

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes fluttered shut. The cool slip of the small metal loop pressed into her skin as he kissed her. Urgent. Gentle. So slow. Sweet, soft demolition. He tasted of cloves and coffee. And of something else. A farawat essence, familiar and yet somehow foreign, too. Something sere and arid. A little like some. A little like decay Ash. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#kissing #love #perfect #love