#roma

Life is a ride that we take, sometimes with a passenger, other times all alone. How you bounce back from life tells a lot about you as a person. Some people fight to the death, others are more a part of death and never truly understand why this is so…… ↗

— Holly Hood

#death

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #guilt #minutes-before-sunset #paranormal #romance

Death is one lover who cannot be spurned. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#horror #horror-romance #sex #death

My body is my own," I said. "I may choose to share it with someone, but it's not for sale or for hire, nor is it a reward. I'd rather starve to death than use it as such. ↗

— Erica Dakin

#fantasy #half-elves #prostitution #rin #romance

«Ma è commovente, Severus» osservò Silente, serio.«Ti sei affezionato al ragazzo, dopotutto?» «A lui?» Urlò Piton «Expecto Patronum!» Dalla punta della sua bacchetta affiorò la cerva d'argento: atterrò sul pavimento dell'ufficio, fece un balzo e si tuffò fuori dalla finestra. Silente la guardò volar via e quando il suo bagliore argenteo svanì si rivolse a Piton, con gli occhi pieni di lacrime. «Dopo tutto questo tempo?» «Sempre» rispose Piton. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#sadness #death

You have to let go of your past Keira. These scars you hold are only skin deep, they do not connect to your heart or your soul. These scars do not define you, you define them. They do not represent death and destruction like you think, they represent life, the life you chose to want to live... so... make it worth it. ↗

— Stephanie Hudson

#death

We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #death

Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #death

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#fate #love #mortal-coil #mystery #rebirth

Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#fantasy #futuristic #paranormal-romance #science-fiction #war