#goth

To be or not to be tethered to the sordid, sickly, stinking, sappy apron strings of Hollywood and its endless fondness for fu**ing your sh** up. If Shakespeare were alive today, I bet he’d write a scintillating soliloquy about the Broken Brood of Big Shots. I bet he’d help you out, Micky Affias, ol’ Will the Bard would. Listen, we’ll come visit you. Okay? I’ll dress up as William Shakespeare, Lucent as Emily Dickinson, and beautiful ‘Ray’ as someone dashing and manly like Jules Verne or Ernest Hemingway, and we’ll write on your white-room walls. We’ll write you out of your supposed insanity. I love you, Micky Affias. -James (from "Descendants of the Eminent") ↗

— Tim Cummings

#afterlife #astrology #brothers #children-of-celebrities #class-struggle

Ellie, would you frolic in the land of forever with me? ↗

— Rae Hachton

#forever #gothic #immortality #marriage-by-death #death

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #ellie-piper #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #lovers

The property is cursed. Death dwells here. These rivers run with the blood of those who came before you. Life may not trespass, and when it tries, it will surely be snuffed out. ↗

— Denise Daisy

#death

This is not written for the young or the light of heart, not for the tranquil species of men whose souls are content with the simple pleasures of family, church, or profession. Rather, I write to those beings like myself whose existence is compounded by a lurid intermingling of the dark and the light; who can judge rationally and think with reason, yet who feel too keenly and churn with too great a passion; who have an incessant longing for happiness and yet are shadowed by a deep and persistent melancholy—those who grasp gratification where they may, but find no lasting comfort for the soul. ↗

— B.E. Scully

#gothic #gothic-fiction #vampire #family

My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. “Viktor, what? ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#dark #family-saga #gothic #gwenn-wright #mystery

Just before he passed behind the hedge at the end of the drive, he turned to look back at Stoke Morrow and caught me spying on him. His shining eyes were so cruel, and before I could close the curtain, I saw the flash of an awful grin on his face. It was a grin that said he knew I'd come around. Sooner or later, I'd fall in line. ↗

— Adam McOmber

#gothic-fiction #historical-fiction #historical-fiction

He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#historical-romance #romance #thriller-horror #ya #life

The truth is, it's really only okay to be yourself if that self is within an accepted range of 'normal'. ↗

— Stacey Kade

#life #normal #reality #the-ghost-and-the-goth #truth

Dying would be normal for me, and one day, I'd be buried beneath a stone, and nothing would matter anymore. It'd be ordinary, like life. And that terrified me, endlessly. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#ellie-piper #gothic-romance #pretty-in-black-series #rae-hachton #young-adult-series