Karen

frickfrackbootysmack:

angelt626:

And here is what we call a textbook defintion of puppydog eyes.

it winked are you joking

(Source: hoppusfarm, via h-holdtight)

iguanamouth:

not knowing how to spell a word but playing it off and mispelling it really bad so it looks intentional like “hey when are you meeting us at the restetrauretant”

(via perks-of-being-chinese)

Heavy footsteps came from the other side, and then the door was swinging open and I was staring at a very broad, tan, well-muscled chest. A naked chest. My gaze dropped and my breath sort of…stalled. Jeans hung low on his hips, revealing a thin line of dark hair that formed below his navel and disappeared under the band of the jeans.

 His stomach was ripped. Perfect. Totally touchable. Not the kind of stomach I expected on a seventeen-year-old boy, which is how old I suspected he was, but yeah, I wasn’t complaining. I also wasn’t talking. And I was staring.

 My gaze finally traveling north again, I noted thick, sooty lashes fanning the tips of his high cheeks and hiding the color of his eyes as he looked down at me. I needed to know what color his eyes were.

 “Can I help you?” Full, kissable lips turned down in annoyance.

 His voice was deep and firm. The kind of voice accustomed to people listening and obeying without question. His lashes lifted, revealing eyes so green and brilliant they couldn’t be real. They were an intense emerald color that stood out in vibrant contrast against his tan skin.

- Chapter 1 (Obsidian by Jennifer L. Armentrout)

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beautifullittlevampire:

Daemon Black. I can’t wait to see you come alive on the big screen.

beautifullittlevampire:

Daemon Black. I can’t wait to see you come alive on the big screen.

nightl0cks:

Katy and Daemon. x
“–Tengo algo realmente cursi que decir. Prepárate para ello. –Trazó la línea de mi mandíbula.
–Estoy lista.
–Estoy loco por ti.
Se soltó, riendo a carcajadas. –Oh Dios mío, eso es cursi.
–Te lo dije –Atrapé su barbilla y atraje sus labios a los míos–. Amo el sonido de tu risa. ¿Es eso muy cursi?»”
— Daemon y Katy (via javiahernandez)

"Being connected to Daemon Black sucks. Thanks to his alien mojo, Daemon’s determined to prove what he feels for me is more than a product of our bizarro connection. So I’ve sworn him off, even though he’s running more hot than cold these days. But we’ve got bigger problems. Something worse than the Arum has come to town.

The Department of Defense are here. If they ever find out what Daemon can do and that we’re linked, I’m a goner. So is he. And there’s this new boy in school who’s got a secret of his own. He knows what’s happened to me and he can help, but to do so, I have to lie to Daemon and stay away from him. Like that’s possible. Against all common sense, I’m falling for Daemon. Hard.

But then everything changes. I’ve seen someone who shouldn’t be alive. And I have to tell Daemon, even though I know he’s never going to stop searching until he gets the truth. What happened to his brother? Who betrayed him? And what does the DOD want from them—from me? No one is who they seem. And not everyone will survive the lies…”

(Source: jaredpadaleckis)

Our lips remained sealed. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. We were devouring one another, drowning in each other.

We’d been building up to this for months, and oh my God was it worth the wait. And I wanted more.

- Katy Swartz (Obsidian by Jennifer L. Armentrout)

(Source: mylittlequotebox, via mylittlequotebox)

Starting over sucks. When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I’d pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring…. until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up. And then he opened his mouth.

Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something…unexpected happens. The hot alien living next door marks me. You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon’s touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I’m getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades.

If I don’t kill him first, that is.

(Source: jaredpadaleckis)