#if

I ceased to be human the moment my Sire’s blood passed my lips. If what you seek is a testosterone-fueled display akin to what a mortal man might give when presented with your naked form…then you’re in the wrong laboratory. However, if it’s my hands on your body that you wish, simply say so. If it’s my lips on your skin that you crave, speak the words. The subtleties of courting and seduction may not serve me any longer, but rest assured, I’m more than capable of sating the desire burning behind your eyes. ↗

— Vouclade (Immortal Dreams)

#jennifer-turner #vouclade #dreams

I had a dream about you last night. We moved into a cabin in the countryside. I couldn't handle the spiders. You couldn't handle my drama. I moved back to the city. ↗

— Michael Summers

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

Dreams are a wish your heart makes. Make them come true! ↗

— L.M. David

#vampire-romance #dreams

No man should ever completely realize his dreams. What else would there then be to live for? ↗

— David Gemmell

#happiness #life #dreams

And so there must be in life something like a catastrophic turning point, when the world as we know ceases to exist. A moment that transform us into a different person from one heartbeat to the next. ↗

— Jan-Philipp Sendker

#life #art

Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist's career. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#artist #artists #artists-life #arts-and-humanities #artsy

Dreams are humans wings. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#inspiration #inspirational #life #philosophy #dreams

I am a butterfly poet birthed from pain flying with the freedom of my verses. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#dreams #journey #life #poetry #dreams

The fire? It has been alive as long as I have. We talk and think together all night long. It’s like a book to me – the only book I ever learned to read; and many an old story it tells me. It’s music, for I should know its voice among a thousand, and there are other voices in its roar. It has its pictures too. You don’t know how many strange faces and different scenes I trace in the red-hot coals. It’s my memory, that fire, and shows me all my life. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#fire #life #read #music

The bag was a hybrid I had picked up at a store called Suitcase City while I was plotting my comeback. [...] It had a logo on it -- a mountain ridgeline with the words "Suitcase City" printed across it like the Hollywood sign. Above it, skylights swept the horizon, completing the dream image of desire and hope. I think that logo was the real reason I liked the bag. Because I knew Suitcase City wasn't a store. It was a place. It was Los Angeles. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#los-angeles #restlessness #southern-california #transience #dreams