#luc

The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame. ↗

— Kohta Hirano

#blood #fear #hellsing #mythology #vampires

Lest we forget at least an over the shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical: from all our legends, mythology and history (and who is to know where mythology leaves off and history begins - or which is which), the very first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom - Lucifer. ↗

— Saul D. Alinsky

#the-devil #mythology

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#care #love #lucas #naya #parenthood

There’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules. You could say it’s against our religion, more or less. ↗

— Lisa Desrochers

#personal-demons #love

Dorian’s going to love this.” She glared. “I swear to God, you tell him, and I’ll” — what the hell could you threaten an alpha with?—“I’ll tell Hawke you want to go on daily bonding runs with him. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#mercy #love

LUCE: You really beleive this? That someday I'll live through this? DANIEL: With all my heart and soul, I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time. -Daniel & Luce, PASSION ↗

— Lauren Kate

#daniel-grigori #daniel-luce #luce #lucinda-price #passion

A hallucination is a species of reality, as capable of teaching you as a videotape about Kilimanjaro or anything else that falls through your life. ↗

— Terence McKenna

#imagination #reality #imagination

Some time later there was a knock at his door. He was surprised to find it was now evening and the room was quite dark. The knock sounded again. The landlord was at the door. The landlord began to talk, but Strange could not understand him. This was because the man had a pineapple in his mouth. How he had managed to cram the whole thing in there, Strange could not imagine. Green, spiky leaves emerged slowly out of his mouth and then were sucked back in again as he spoke. Strange wondered if perhaps he ought to go and fetch a knife or a hook and try and fish the pineapple out, in case the landlord should choke. But at the same time he did not care much about it. 'After all,' he thought with some irritation, 'it is his own fault. He put it there. ↗

— Susanna Clarke

#humor #pineapple #humor

Imagine your life is a big canvas. Picture it in your mind and think about the beginnning of your painting of life.You're fourteen yours old, and you are lucky if you have one seventh painted. Now imagine the rest of the canvas is totaly empty. Every day you live, and every month and every year, means another inch that is painted on that canvas. You're going to be painting this empty canvas with your life and when you get to the end of it, what is that painting going to look like? ↗

— Stephen Biro

#hell #hellucination #lsd #satan #stephen-biro

You don't really know either of us," Cam said, standing and stepping away, "but you're prepared to choose right now, huh? ↗

— Lauren Kate

#fallen #lauren-kate #luce #kate