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Are you going to answer my questions, or do I have to whack you with a stick until delicious candy surprises fall out? ↗
#jane-jameson #molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs #pinata #questions
Leaving knots untied and scattering seeds to distract them will only work on vampires with OCD. ↗
#jane-jameson #molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs #ocd #funny
Idiot," I said, before grinning broadly and crushing his mouth to mine. "We need to pick new pet names for each other," he muttered as I hefted myself up from the ground. ↗
#gabriel #jane-jameson #molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs #pet-names
Mama operated under the assumption that I was eight years old and incapable of feeding myself. It was physically impossible for her to cross my threshold without some form of nourishment. She once offered me cheese and crackers from her while we were standing in my kitchen. ↗
#funny #jane-jameson #mama #molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs
Besides, my drinking blood's not nearly as weird as that time I caught you shaving your legs." "I was curious! ↗
#funny #jane-jameson #molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs #vampire
There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit. ↗
#jane-austen #wit #humor
Vishous screamed. The only thing that was louder was the pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping around in a panic. In her eyes was stark terror, as if the single worst thing that she could imagine was him in agony... And that was when he knew that he still loved her. ↗
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. ↗
Happiness There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. And how can you not forgive? You make a feast in honor of what was lost, and take from its place the finest garment, which you saved for an occasion you could not imagine, and you weep night and day to know that you were not abandoned, that happiness saved its most extreme form for you alone. No, happiness is the uncle you never knew about, who flies a single-engine plane onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes into town, and inquires at every door until he finds you asleep midafternoon as you so often are during the unmerciful hours of your despair. It comes to the monk in his cell. It comes to the woman sweeping the street with a birch broom, to the child whose mother has passed out from drink. It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker, and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots in the night. It even comes to the boulder in the perpetual shade of pine barrens, to rain falling on the open sea, to the wineglass, weary of holding wine. ↗
