#low

Moss is selected to be the emblem of maternal love, because, like that love, it glads the heart when the winter of adversity overtakes us, and when summer friends have deserted us. ↗

— Henrietta Dumont

#love

The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I put on my midnight-black blindfold. I’m just naturally romantic, I guess.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #romance #romantic #love

You'll marry the earl and carry on with the nephew on the side." "Grandmother! ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

What are you doing here?"Lady Vickers asked, turning her frosty glare to Sebastian. "Exactly what you think, my lady," he said. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped me hang these stalks, I think. His hands touched these tender leaves, just as they touch me. ↗

— Maryrose Wood

#love #passion #tears #love

Don’t give your loved one a flower, because it too has a loved one! Let the flowers live! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#love

Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn't move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly tingle with a frenzied anticipation. Her blood burned for him, feeling her veins bubble hot as he continued to linger his seductions along the rims of her body. He listened attentively as the beating of her heart increased tri-fold, the quickening pulse thump beneath his horny fingertips. (From my young adult fiction called BITE) ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#blood #halloween #kiss #love #romance

Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. “Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#ghosts #halloween #kill #killing #kisses

What destiny is there, but to sense, observe, merge, re-emerge, Empty, yet filled, spreading everywhere, inside, outside, in, Pulsing, fluctuating, breathing as part of one being, Whispering, feeling, reflecting, flowing between hot and cold, Mineral and plant, dark and light, love and fear, new and old. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#breathing #destiny #everywhere #feeling #flowing

You wait up for me I don't wake up for you. Would you like the company or are you sick of me. When your love lets you go you only want love more. Even when love wasn't what you were looking for Speak slow, tell me love where do we go. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#sara-quin #speak-slow #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #love