#wil

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together. ↗

— John Green

#isaac #romantic #togetherness #will-grayson #romantic

I need a Kleenex.” She sniffs. Guy disengages his hands from hers, takes the hem of his sweatshirt, and wipes her nose with it. “That’s romantic,” she says, embarrassed. “Well, it is sort of, because I wouldn’t do it for anybody else in the world. ↗

— Julia Hoban

#hoban #julia #scared #willow #romantic

Every morning I wake up, I feel guilty; every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest."-Lo-The Wild Hunt ↗

— Ashley Jeffery

#guilt #remorse #the-wild-hunt #death

No,” said the figure. “You seriously don’t recognize me?” I looked at him closely: the pale face, the cape, the red eyes, the ridiculously large fangs. I couldn’t place him. “Um, do I know you from work?” I strained to remember if he was one of my co-workers. I strained to remember if I had a job. “Goodness gravy, Belle—I sit next to you everyday in English!” “I’m sorry—every face at school kind of blends into one conglomerate dull face except for the face of Edwart Mullen, the love of my life. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #life

The growth of his power and fame was matched, in my imagination, by the degree of the punishment I would have liked to inflict on him. Thus, at first, I would have been content with an electoral defeat, a cooling of public enthusiasm. Later I already required his imprisonment; still later, his exile to some distant, flat island with a single palm tree, which, like a black asterisk, refers one to the bottom of an eternal hell made of solitude, disgrace, and helplessness. Now, at last, nothing but his death could satisfy me. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#death

Clint’s body count was now up to five—six including the vegetable. Killing was becoming a habit, and Clint realized that it was starting to bother him less each time. He feared that he was becoming desensitized to death, too accustomed to killing. ↗

— William T. Prince

#prince #sasquatch #william #death

This is the very devilish thing about foreign affairs: they are foreign and will not always conform to our whim. ↗

— James Reston

#affairs #always #conform #devilish #foreign

Until the will and the affections are brought under the authority of Christ, we have not begun to understand, let alone to accept, His lordship. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#christ #christian #god #inspirational #jesus

My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent. ↗

— Alex Campbell

#death #deliberately #i #intent #morphine

But you're worried I'll get in trouble?" I try not to show how much this pleases me. I've managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a neglected puppy. My voice takes on an edge. "Why do you care? I've ignored you for days." His smile fades. He looks serious, mockingly so. "Yeah. You got to stop that. ↗

— Sophie Jordan

#jacinda-jones #love #sophie-jordan #sweet #will-and-jacinda