#che

Life is but a dream for the dead. ↗

— Gerard Way

#emo #life #life-and-death #mcr #music

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lissa. "I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #richelle-mead #vampire-academy #dreams

Even when our eyes are closed, there's a whole world that exists outside ourselves and our dreams. ↗

— Hiromu Arakawa

#anime #elric #fma #fullmetal #dreams

This is insane," I said blankly. "I'm the instrument of an all-powerful primordial deity's wave of chaos and destruction." "That's kind of extreme" said Dante jovially. "It's not like you work for Google or anything. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

Hey, big spender,” I said. He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill. “Hugh,” I said. “Don’t insult me.” With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap. “Hey, Seth,” Cody suddenly said. I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face. “Hey,” he said, studying me. “So…you’re paying for dinner? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

Feminist,” he said, clearly amused. “Next you’ll be telling us you hate men.” She gave him a blank look. “I only hate stupid men who don’t actually understand what ‘feminist’ means.” He laughed. “You run into a lot of men like that?” “All the time.” “Really?” “Even as we speak, Nick.” “Oh no she didn’t,” said Peter. I groaned. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

The love in his eyes was so powerful, I needed to look away. Seth had an amazing grasp of the English language, but there were days when that skill was nothing compared to what he told me in his looks. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

John Cusack is standing over there.” I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. “That’s not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “Seriously?” “Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.” “Keyword: looked. That guy doesn’t look like him. That guy is him. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

A dream you once were, A dream of all my realities, A dream I can no long strive for In the wake of my manly betayals ↗

— C. Elizabeth

#dreams #heartache #lost-love #reality #dreams

I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams