#snow

I am a horror movie buff, man. In real life, I am proudly an official coward. ↗

— Cameron Jace

#life

You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.” -Hawke to Sienna ↗

— Nalini Singh

#kiss-of-snow #love #nalini-singh #love

She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill. ↗

— Cameron Jace

#monsters #snow-white #love

Better not to have anything. Not even love. If you got attached to something, it only got taken away. Child or adult. Toys or people. No difference ↗

— Barbara Elsborg

#love

Sadness and love and pain, they're easy to feel- but not luck. ↗

— S.D. Crockett

#luck #sd-crockett #love

...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow... ↗

— John Geddes

#glass-footprint #love #poetry-quote #princess #snow

With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong with that, right? ↗

— Cameron Jace

#snow-white #love

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #snowflakes #love

Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#men

Snow on one side of the canvas, silence on the other. I’d call that a perfect painting.

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— Jarod Kintz

#silence #snow #art