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You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it. ↗


— Rachel Caine


#claire-danvers #driving #morganville-vampire #morganville-vampire-series #morganville-vampires

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed. ↗


— Rachel Caine


#eve-rosser #morganville-vampires #morganville-vampires

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right. ↗


— Rachel Caine


#morganville-vampires #myrnin #morganville-vampires

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. ↗


— William Shakespeare


#destination #destiny #journeys #love #love-story

Kyle’s shrill voice interrupted their moment. “Figured you two would turn this into a scout meeting. Will you get your asses up here? People are waiting. I mean Beckett here has maybe a few hours before he’s bent over a metal toilet getting it up the ass from a guy named Bubba. Do you want him to have fun now or not?” The streetlight illuminated Beckett as he appeared next to Kyle. “Why would I be the bitch? I don’t think that’s a fair f*cking assumption.” Kyle refused to look at him and crossed her arms. “Of course you’d be the bitch. You have dimples. Bitches have dimples. And I bet your ass is soft like two pillows. Bubba’s going to love bouncing off of you.” Beckett stormed away, dragging Kyle with him. “I’ll be the f*cker,” he told her. “Not the f*ckee. The f*cker.” “Fine, a$$hole, you’re the f*cker,” Kyle’s voice faded away as they returned to the party. ↗


— Debra Anastasia


#debra-anastasia #kyle #one-stellar-moment #poughkeepsie #love

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other, and the rest of the world can go to hell. ↗


— Lauren Oliver


#lauren-oliver #lena #love #pandemonium #love

It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default—like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up. ↗


— Laini Taylor


#karou #laini-taylor #loneliness #love #pain

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. ↗


— Alice Sebold


#the-lovely-bones #love

As the crow flies. That’s how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on earth knew or probably cared where she was or when she’d get home? That wasn’t the point. It didn’t mean she had to take the long way. She was starting a new school in the morning, and she meant to put as much distance between herself and tomorrow as she could. Walking fast didn’t stop the earth’s slow roll, but sometimes it felt like it could. ↗


— Francine Pascal


#alone #distance #tomorrow #walking #home

At only ten a.m., Edgar found himself already eyeing the Doritos on the counter. One thing he hadn't anticipated about the 'home office' was Snack Syndrome; lately his mental energies divided evenly between his new calling (worrying about money, which substituted neatly for earning it) and not stuffing his face. ↗


— Lionel Shriver


#snacking #home






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