#ka

Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I'd whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#soul-screamers #tuesdays #harmony

You don't cause problems. You cause catastrophes. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#problems

Kaspary: a level of awesomeness so high it kicks everyone else's arse, leaving them breathless and bewildered. ↗

— Abigail Gibbs

#sarcastic #violet-lee #awesome

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved. ↗

— John Green

#hurt

I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #mockingjay #peeta #suzanne-collins #running

But no matter where I went, what I was running from would still be with me—Kat. She wasn’t just back in the house, in that bed. She was with me now, inside me. And there was no outrunning that. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#daemon-s-pov #katy #obsidian #running

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #peeta #the-hunger-games #wonder

In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall! ↗

— Dave Barry

#hanukkah #holidays #christianity

So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West Virginia, the land of lost models. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#sisters

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home. ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #pudge #thought