#gel

Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #angels

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night? ↗

— Jim Morrison

#cities #seduction #seduction

Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#rain

When I'm not around you that is when I feel breathless. I liken it to being a fish, and you are my water. When I'm not around you, I feel as though I cannot breathe. And you have to understand the irony in that because I've never in my entire existence ever needed to. ↗

— S.L. Naeole

#irony

Gabriel. This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them. ↗

— Lisa Desrochers

#luc-cain #demons

That wasn’t blood. It was love. It pours out of you when you lose faith. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#devil #faith

It's too cold outside for angels to fly. ↗

— Ed Sheeran

#addict #angels #cold #drug #ed

Even when I took the drugs I realized that this just wasn't fun anymore. The drugs had become a part of my routine. Something to wake me up. Something to help me sleep. Something to calm my nerves. There was a time when I was able to wake up, go to sleep, and have fun without a pill or a line to help me function. These days it felt like I might have a nervous breakdown if I didn't have them. ↗

— Cherie Currie

#drugs #neon-angel #pill #addiction

Willow's eyes flew to his, startled. They stared at each other. Her foot felt small under his hand; he rubbed it lightly with his thumb, feeling the silky heat of her skin, his pulse hammering through his veins. He felt like he was falling. All he could see was her. She looked closed to tears. "Alex--" Leaning across the corner of the table, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. With a sob, Willow returned the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. He opened his mouth, tasting her; felt her hair tumble down around his hands. Happiness burst through him, exploding through his chest. Willow. Oh, God. Willow. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#paranormal

I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#soho-press #zombie #zombies