Let me tell you something, honey. Fifty percent of life is others trying to push their own agenda on you—their belief system, their views, their convictions. The other fifty percent is you deciding whether or not you’re going to let them. Or if you’re going to form your own opinions.
-Miss Velma
Tag: opinions self-worth independence free-thinking
Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” He pressed his forehead down to meet mine, my eyelids fluttering open at his command. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want it.”
I peered up at him with unsteady breaths, hearing his throat work when I tilted my lips to graze his. The contact was feather light, my heart hammering through my chest at the feel of it. “I’m looking,” I breathed against him.
“Good. Because right now, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and make you come until you can’t stand, and I want your eyes on me the whole time, are we clear?”
-Jackson and Emma
Tag: love sex intimacy friends-to-lovers
B-b-but who will I have cleaning marathons with?”
“Casey. I’ll be there in spirit.”
“She’s not neurotic and cranky like you.”
“You’ll miss that, ay?”
“Hell yes, I’ll miss that! When you’re obsessive and pissy, you tell those floors who’s boss. They won’t shine like that when Casey scrubs them. And don’t get me started on our Covenant Series discussions. The girl thinks Alex should pick Seth. Seth, Em. How can I clean with someone who isn’t Team Aiden? It’s like...madness. Madness on Earth. The fucking apocalypse—”
“Whitney,” I chuckled, squeezing her tighter, “I assure you, you’ll survive. The second she starts running her mouth about Aiden, just spray her with bleach. That’ll teach her a lesson.”
-Emma and Whitney
Tag: friendship book-lovers pure alex seth half-blood aiden-st-delphi jennifer-l-armentrout covenant-series
There’s nothing left of me, because you have it all.
Rachael WadeTag: jackson rachael-wade love-and-relativity
Fiction is just that–fiction. Yes, it is serious business, but it should also be taken for face value. It’s entertainment. It’s escapism. It’s 365 pages of relaxation.
Rachael WadeTag: books fiction escapism relaxation
When it was just you and your fight to live, the only thing that mattered was time. Time was the only thing reminding you to propel forward and find your next meal, the next roof over your head, or those few hours of crucial sleep, because your days were numbered and they wouldn’t stop for anyone, no matter how rich, privileged, or smart you were.
If there was one thing I’d learned in my short span of twenty-three years, it was that time didn’t discriminate.
I did not have all the answers. I did not know if I’d deserved God’s grace or wrath, or what would become of me if I ever fled this town.
But I did know how to shoot a gun. - Skylla Warden
Tag: purpose grace worth wrath
You all set?” he asked, tossing me a pair of sunglasses.
“Wow, nice.” I felt the frame, rubbing my finger over the lenses to wipe away a smudge. “Not bad, Phoenix.”
“Twinkies.” He slid his pair on and adjusted the gun across his chest. “Told you. Breakfast of champions."
- Skylla and Jet
Tag: friendship love survival
Sitting here, beneath this majestic oak tree under the hot afternoon sun in the middle of nowhere, the concept of time, present, and future, were all blurred. What was time if you didn’t know whether you had it?
When you weren’t sure what you had to live for? - Skylla Warden
Because that’s life, you know? Good and bad. You can’t have one without the other. The bad brings out the good in us, and the good can be corrupted by the bad. It’s always a struggle—to fight for the good, so it tips the scale. - Jet Phoenix
Rachael WadeTag: morality evil ambiguity good balance
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