#my

People told me I can't dress like a fairy. I say, I'm in a rock band and I cand do whatever the hell I want! ↗

— Evanescence

#evanescence #fairies

I never forget,” Myrnin said in a choked whisper. “Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They’re quite an excellent mnemonic device. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#myrnin #excellence

I like to use two basic elements for my clothing: rock... you know, metal and chains and stuff - mixed with fairies and drama and Victorian clothing - fantasy. ↗

— Evanescence

#evanescence #drama

You can be someone's friend and have sex with them. The trick is you have to want their emotional and physical well-being more than you want to fuck them. If you cross that line and want sex more than their happiness, then you aren't their friend. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#physics

Our moral economy went bankrupt long before our financial one. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#finance #life #moral #success #experience

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#mystery #atheism

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths. We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. I have bought this wonderful machine — a computer ... it seems to me to be an Old Testament god, with a lot of rules and no mercy. ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#dream #myth #dreams

One of the things that I've come to understand is that as I talk a lot about Picard, what I find is that I'm talking about myself. ↗

— Patrick Stewart

#come #find #i #lot #myself

Torn clothing littered the ground, more hung from bushes. Nick held up half a pair of white panties and grinned at me. "Wild dogs? Or just Clayton?" "Oh God," I muttered under my breath. I walked over to snatch the underwear from him, but he held it over his head, grinning like a schoolboy. "I see Paris, I see France, I see Elena's underpants," he chanted. "Everyone's already seen much more than that," Jeremy said. "I think we can safely resume the search." Peter plucked Clay's shirt from a low-hanging branch and held it up, peering through a hole in the middle. "You guys can really do some damage. Where's the hidden video when you need it?" "So this--uh--wasn't done by wild dogs?" one of the searchers said. Peter grinned and tossed the shirt to the ground. "Nope. Just wild hormones.

— Kelley Armstrong

#jeremy #nick #peter #torn-clothes #wild-hormones

Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "That’s what I was supposed to say..." he gasped out. Those were his last words. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#vampire-academy #struggle