#lair

So, been attacked by any vampires yet?" "Not one." "Zombies? Giant spiders? Water monsters?" It's been really quiet on the supernatural front" "Too bad, 'cause I got attacked by a devil dog. It was not awesome. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#dogs #fall-of-night #giant-spider #supernatural #vampires

By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica

That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again." "Yes, you will," he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-and-claire #love

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#gareth-st-clair #hyacinth-bridgerton #it-s-in-his-kiss #julia-quinn #love

Thy love wakes thirst for Heaven in one and all: Leper, pimp, outcast, fool and criminal, Satan, O pity my long wretchedness! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#the-flowers-of-evil #the-litanies-of-satan #love

I have to tell you hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist and I'm sure as hell no saint...here lately, being around you is agony. ↗

— Jackson Broussard

#contemporary-romance #la-fleur-de-love-series #last-first-kiss #lori-leger-author #women-s-fiction

I have to tell you, hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist, and I'm sure as hell no saint...and here lately, being around you is agonly. ↗

— Jackson Broussard

#la-fleur-de-love #last-first-kiss #mainstream-fiction #love

With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#love #plath #love

Be Drunken, Always. That is the point; nothing else matters. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you down and crush you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please. But be drunken. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, or on the green grass in a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and find the drunkenness half or entirely gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all that speaks, ask what hour it is; and wind, wave, star, bird, or clock will answer you: "It is the hour to be drunken! Be Drunken, if you would not be the martyred slaves of Time; be drunken continually! With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#inspirational #inspirational

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#identity #jamie-fraser #love #love