#stop

Thats the spirit-one part brave,three parts fool. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#christopher #dragon #eragon #paolini #young

I am so tired, love. I'm so very,very tired. ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#dystopian #love #sadness #tired #love

Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love? ↗

— Christopher Moore

#fool #love

Inside, I was like: "Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyre hunter! ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

I was all, "Oh, dog, Countess gonna crack open a forty of whup-ass on you now. Oh, you in the sh*t now, wigga!" (I am not incline to use hip-hop vernacular often, but there are times when, like French, it just better expresses the sentiment of the moment.) -Abby ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

What’s your name?” I ask again. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. “I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” He almost smiles. “Yes, ma’am. ↗

— Summer Lane

#new-adult #romance #young-adult #new-adult

I don’t know how it happened. Nobody does. There are only theories, empty rhetoric and doomsday prophecies. None of them are right, but none of them are completely wrong, either. They all have a grain of truth. All I know is where I was and what I was doing when it happened. ↗

— Summer Lane

#new-adult #young-adult #new-adult

Evangeline," he sighed. "It ain't ever goan to be easy with you, is it? ↗

— Kresley Cole

#fiction #romance #young-adult #young-adult-fiction

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first. ↗

— Holly Black

#distopian #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-fiction

Kayso, Foo finally came home and I jumped into his arms and sort of rode him to the ground with a massive tongue kiss so deep that I could taste the burned cinnamon toast of his soul, but then I slapped him, so he didn't think I was a slut. (Shut up, he had wood.) --Being the Journal of Abby Normal ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love