#ivashkov

You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. ↗

— Michelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-golden-lily #beauty

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

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

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore. " he turned from me with a sigh. "I need a drink. " "Oh, good. That'll fix everything. I'm glad in a world gone mad, you've still got your old standbys. " "What do you expect me to do?" he asked. "You could . . . You could . . . Well, now that you're here, you could help us. Plus, this guy we're meeting. He's another spirit user. " "Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back. " He turned away again, and I heard him mutter, "I need two drinks. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #dreams

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#the-golden-lily #dreams

Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.” “A real date. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dating

Everything about her has to do with me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#friendship #love #sydney-sage #friendship

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#parenting

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill. She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She’d done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#beautiful #bloodlines #hot #kissing #sexy