#nigh

He was muscular, like a man who could pin you up against the wall as easily as a poster, yet lean, like a man who would rather cradle you in his arms. He had reddish, blonde-brown hair that was groomed heterosexually. He looked older than the other boys in the room—maybe not as old as God or my father, but certainly a viable replacement. Imagine if you took every woman’s idea of a hot guy and averaged it out into one man. This was that man. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #imagination

If you don't do anything, you simply end up overwhelmed by something happening. ↗

— Matsuri Hino

#romance #vampire-knight #love

I love you," he murmured. "That means I'm not just here for the pretty parts. I'm here no matter what. ↗

— Claudia Gray (Hourglass)

#love #lucas-ross #love

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade. ↗

— Rob Thurman

#lemonade #lemons #nightlife #humor

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #eternity #fame #knighthood #knights

It's the other part I'm not so sure about. You got any advice for me on that, Lucan?" "Sure." The vampire grunted, his smile filled with dark amusement. "Dust off your knees,brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through. ↗

— Lara Adrian

#humor #lucan #midnight-breed #humor

You're okay now... You're okay because I'll be holding you like this from now on. ↗

— Matsuri Hino

#romance #vampire-knight #love

Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles ↗

— Rowena Cherry

#humor #knight-s-fork #romance #rowena-cherry #humor

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#humor #twelfth-night #humor

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze