Muchomorek ☾

“I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."
How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."
I started from her.
She was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
"Is there a chill in the air, dear?" she said drowsily. "I almost shiver; have I been dreaming? Let us come in. Come; come; come in.”
― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

“I like black for clothes, small items, and jewelry. It's a color that can't be violated by any other colors. A color that simply keeps being itself. A color that sinks more somberly than any other color, yet asserts itself more than all other colors. It's a passionate gallant color. Anything is wonderful if it transcends things rather than being halfway...”
― Yana Toboso, Black Butler, Vol. 1

“Przyjedź!
Wszędzie tam, gdzie Cię nie ma jest mi Ciebie za dużo.”
― Jarosław Borszewicz, Mroki

“Stop comparing us to that book!” Your voice shattered against
the walls. Your face was distorted, scrunched up beyond recognition.
“You’re the one who wants to run off. You’re the one trying to force me
into this. You can’t make people love you the way you want them to.”
― Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark