#harlot

And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#henry-branwell #love

I grew up in a small farming town called Concord, outside Charlotte in North Carolina. ↗

— Skeet Ulrich

#carolina #charlotte #concord #farming #grew

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. ↗

— Lord Byron

#face #got #harlot #hold #hope

My district includes the two urban centers of Charlotte and Fayetteville, as well as large rural areas. Obviously, these diverse segments of North Carolina require different approaches to meeting current and future transportation demands. ↗

— Robin Hayes

#areas #carolina #centers #charlotte #current

Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been blessed by Death’s Eternal Kiss. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella-s-imagination #seduction-and-scandal #death

I think that our goal in Good Charlotte is just to be Good Charlotte, and whatever happens, whatever that means, we don't even know, and make music and whatever. ↗

— Joel Madden

#even #goal #good #happens #i

I usually shop at Charlotte Ruth and Bebe. ↗

— Christy Romano

#i #ruth #shop #usually

I'm biding my time until my real life kicks in." "How will you know when that happens?" "It will be when I no longer have a list of things I've never done. ↗

— G.J. Walker-Smith

#life #saving-wishes #things-to-do #life

Tilting her face back, he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, unable to settle on his face. And the same terrifying feeling stole over him once again. An acute fear—a final, painful realization—that her world was one of utter blackness. At last he realized the magnitude of her blindness. He couldn’t imagine never seeing her again. It was like a death, the inevitable conclusion when someone was gone. Why it should hit him now, after all these years, he could not fathom, but it was there, and finally he understood her private hell. He’d told her he would die without sight. Selfish, arrogant bastard, concerned with his own needs, his own perversions to watch himself pleasure her, to study her as she accepted him, to watch their bodies joined. How carelessly he had said that, not thinking of Elizabeth and what she would die for. What she wanted in this life. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#elizabeth #iain #temptation-and-twilight #death

Was that Will?" she said finally. Henry arched one ginger eyebrow. "Perhaps he's been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton," he suggested. "It seems possible..." For once Charlotte could only find herself in agreement. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#henry-branwell #will-herondale #will-herondale