Anonymous said: Hi, thank you for all you do! I was wondering if you would have some dark quotes? I feel like there’s only light, airy ones floating around
Some of these are very negative and, well, dark, so if you’re not one for this sort of thing, please proceed warily.
“She’s a saint with the lips of a sinner. She’s an angel with a devilish kiss.”
“If you don’t fight for what you love, you cry for what you lose.”
“I love you, as certain dark things are to be loved. In secret, between the shadow and the soul.” - Pablo Naruda
“Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness.” - R.Queen
“Hell sent us the most evil disease, and we humans called it “love” “- Conny Cernik
“You know that place between asleep and awake; that place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I will always love you. That’s where I will be waiting.” - Peter Pan
“But my dreams aren’t as empty as my conscience seems, to be. I have hours; only lonely. My love is vengeance that’s never free.”
“They told me not to play with fire, and I should’ve listened because I got burned by your soul and you left me in the ashes.”
“Until we’ve seen someone’s darkness we don’t really know who they are. Until we’ve forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.” - Marianne Williamson
“We’re all searching for someone who’s demons play well with ours.”
“He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.”
“I don’t really get why everything has to end. Nothing can be perfect but instead of quitting, People should try to fix their problems instead of leaving. Love is a really wonderful feeling but most people don’t know the real meaning.”
“He looked at me as if I were the only star in her darkest night and he kissed me as if I were the air that filled her lungs.”
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” - Mary Oliver
Check out this peaceful scene at Table Rock Wilderness in Oregon for International Day of Forests. See old growth Douglas fir and western hemlock along four terrific trails as you hike up to the “fortress” of Table Rock. Breathe in the rich, forest air and remember the poem by Robert Frost, “The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.” Photo by Bureau of Land Management, @mypubliclands.
His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,
Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He’s been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and with a new persona, he isn’t the same powerless human the pack remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone that sarcasm isn’t his only defence.
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep…” -R.F. 🌲
As if I needed another reason to love potatoes 🥔 I made the leaf stamp used on this page out of one ☝🏽
When Pike opens her eyes, she does not know where she is. The space she is standing in is overwhelmingly white. Far away, she can faintly make out the sound of rushing water and chirping sparrows. The air is warm and a light breeze makes the dark hair curled around her ears flutter around her face.
The light is making her head ache. She closes her eyes again.
Despite the seemingly peaceful nature of her surroundings, Pike can’t shake the feeling of unease squirming in her stomach. She has no memory of how she came to this place. Where is everyone else?