#blood

You make me want things I can't have. ↗

— Kendare Blake

#anna-korlov #kendare-blake #blood

P.S. I enjoy acid pops. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#blood

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#poems-of-blood-and-passion #spring #spring

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I...I don't know. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #sydney #focus

Yes. The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. That is why few people find God. They go to church and talk about him and that sort of thing. They may even go out and evangelize and try to win converts. But in their hearts, if they are honest with themselves, they are indifferent to him because they cannot see him. God is too abstract for people. God is a word without meaning. If Jesus came back today, nothing he said would make any sense to those who wait for him. They would be the first ones to kill him again. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#christopher-pike #thirst-volume- #love

You're so hypno-something, could you be the devil, could you be an angel, your touch is something good, feels like going floating, leave my body glowing." "Katy Perry? She's singing Katy Perry in the hospital bathroom. Just when you think you've seen it all," Sally mumbled. She knocked on the door again. Still no answer, so she started banging. Then she was banging and hollering, "JEN! OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!" Wouldn't you know, she just sang louder. Why am I not surprised, she thought. ↗

— Quinn Loftis

#jen #sally #devil

...And you, you better run because i'm going to destroy you for what you've taken from me. ↗

— Samantha Young

#revenge #threat #vengeance #revenge

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#name #seduction #sweaty #waiting #seduction

Home, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused. “I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is where the heart is. I think mine’s satin-lined and six feet under. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#bloodfever #mac #mac

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me. “No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #golden #lily #mead #richelle