#owe

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

Thus it is said: The path into the light seems dark, the path forward seems to go back, the direct path seems long, true power seems weak, true purity seems tarnished, true steadfastness seems changeable, true clarity seems obscure, the greatest are seems unsophisticated, the greatest love seems indifferent, the greatest wisdom seems childish. The Tao is nowhere to be found. Yet it nourishes and completes all things. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#light #love #path #power #purity

How is it that men create such lovely silhouettes, such shadows of the corporeal, capturing things in their most wraith-like moment and yet they are not content with honing such divine talent? Instead, they opt to dissect the cadaver of that which cast the shadow. ↗

— F. Voutsakis

#humanity #intense #lyrical #moving #powerful

Best not to take, yet doubt its strength, A leash with Demons at its length. ↗

— McKenzie Bodkin

#hubris #power #technology #love

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

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#love

Greater than atomic power is the power of love. Alas, we use it so sparingly! ↗

— Dada J.P. Vaswani

#power-of-love #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

take out your love from lies... or you will get a lot to loose. ↗

— Toge Aprilianto

#self-empowerment #inspirational

I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Except for the dressing up part. I love picking out a costume. - Tory ↗

— Matthew Leeth

#horror #scary #tricks #love