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How do you control Death when it knows your every weakness?
She’d say humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and it was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would be able to deliver.
All the ways I’d worship her tight, perfect body if given the chance. How I’d drag her to the depths of hell but convince her she’d gone to heaven, using my tongue to write wordless poetry on her sensitive, swollen flesh.
The chaos in his eyes sucks me in like an undercurrent, pulling me deeper into his dangerous waters. For a moment, I’d rather drown in them than resurface.
If Elena is even half as divine as the fruit in the Garden of Eden, I absolutely understand Eve’s surrender.
“You’re going nowhere, my little Persephone. I didn’t bring you back to my island just so you could leave, and I’m certainly not relieving you of your sentence. You’ll serve it at my goddamn side as the queen of my little Underworld, and all your family will ever be able to do is watch.”
Maybe Hades was lonely too, and he brought Persephone to his realm because he knew she’d bring the light with her.
Nothing good can last.
I’ve seen many works of art in my lifetime, all different variants of the term, but I’ve never seen any as breathtaking as her.
whatever it takes to keep this man looking at me like I hung the stars in the sky with my bare hands. Maybe, for a man so used to the dark of night, that’s exactly what I did.
I’m okay with not knowing everything yet if there’s time to figure it all out.
I’m not usually a gambler. Don’t like leaving my life in the hands of fate. But something about this woman makes me want to risk everything.
“You’re afraid of what waits for you on the other side of the soil. You’re warm and comfortable where you are now. Safe, even. It’s terrifying, trying to find courage to take a leap of faith, but you can’t spend eternity hiding. Eventually, you have to take the opportunities that are thrust upon you and trust that the universe knows what it’s doing.”
“If you’re jealous, I’m a goddamn psychopath.”
If hearts were made of glass, the remaining pieces of mine would be jagged and splintered, wholly incapable of being glued back together.
I don’t have to see her eyes to know they’re burning; I can feel them, licking down my chest, setting my soul ablaze. They’re dousing me in kerosene as she steps back to admire the flames. I would happily spend the rest of my life on fire if it meant getting to keep her.
Like a fucking flower deprived of the sun overnight, my heart opens up for him, seeking nutrients where maybe there are none.
You cannot love a person fully without knowing the darkness etched into their soul.
I want to know his so well that it becomes my darkness too.
