#black

I'm just a man, not a hero. just a boy, who wants to sing this song. ↗

#song-lyrics #welcome-to-the-black-parade #lyrics

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone? ↗

— Aidan Chambers

#possible #william-blacklin #love

One clear night while the others slept, I climbed the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it, the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the long whispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer, the dark waves of your hair mingling with the sea, and the dark became desire, and desire the arriving light. The nearness, the momentary warmth of you as I stood on that lonely height watching the slow swells of the sea break on the shore and turn briefly into glass and disappear... Why did I believe you would come out of nowhere? Why with all that the world offers would you come only because I was here? ↗

— Mark Strand

#mark-strand #imagination

We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you? ↗

— Lindsay J. Pryor

#paranormal #pnr #urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy

My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. The color reminded me of every evil character in any fairytale. It seemed all were characteristically black; black hair, black eyes, black clothing, black demeanors, and black intent. I never thought I was truly a villainous character, not like I knew my father to be, but I was his offspring and devoid of any princess-like characteristics, so that left only the wicked side of the story to play. In my dreams, though, I imagined myself more like Snow White - wavy, raven hair, a perfectly fair complexion, bathed in rose scents, and exhibiting a natural feminine grace that would dance musical circles around both Ginger and Elizabeth. No, I never hoped for such a thing to be real, but I dared to pretend it with perfect clarity in my dreams. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#black #dandelions #richelle #richelle-goodrich #wishful-thinking

The door to the situation room door opened, drawing her attention to a tall, lean man with eyes as sharp as razors. The sound of a metal chair scraping on the tile floor filled the room as Reed shot to his feet, stood at attention, and saluted crisply. The man stopped, scowled, and heaved a heavy sigh. "All right you clown. At ease. It hasn't been that long since I've been here." "Just showing my respect, sir," Reed said with a smart-ass grin. "It's not often we're fortunate enough to be in the company of such greatness. ↗

— Cindy Gerard

#boi-s #funny #laugh-out-loud #men-acting-like-boys #reed

Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#qhuinn-and-blay #black-dagger-brotherhood

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#color #dejan-stojanovic #final #final-vctory #literature

I thought I was a fool for no one; But ooh baby I'm a fool for you; You're the queen of the superficial; how long before you tell the truth? ↗

— Matthew J. Bellamy

#song-lyrics #supermassive-black-hole #song-lyrics

You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel ↗