#mac

He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?' I scowled. "Ass, Barrons. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #mac #mac

They'll try to kill you." "Good thing I'm hard to kill." Only one thing concerned me. "Will you?" "Never. I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #mac

Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into? ↗

— Diablo Cody

#teenagers #mac

Yes, I'm a small, emaciated teenage girl who struts around fighting vampires in earrings they would rip out of my ears and shove up my —!! Kyrian (Night Pleasures) ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#emaciated #kenyon #kyrian #night-pleasures #teenagers

Three stairs from the botton, he touches my face and says, 'You look like my dream come true.' ↗

— Jillian Dodd

#that-wedding #dreams

I have this desire to have this immaculate form of love that really doesn't exist, so my obsession goes on through life and I never find it and I end up miserable. But it makes me a better writer. ↗

— Angel Haze

#desire #end #exist #find #form

…I have fallen in love with a painting. Though that phrase doesn’t seem to suffice, not really—rather’s it that I have been drawn into the orbit of a painting, have allowed myself to be pulled into its sphere by casual attraction deepening to something more compelling. I have felt the energy and life of the painting’s will; I have been held there, instructed. And the overall effect, the result of looking and looking into it’s brimming surface as long as I could look, is love, by which I mean a sense of tenderness toward experience, of being held within an intimacy with the things of the world. ↗

— Mark Doty

#intimacy #love #art