#ay

It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#growing-up #moving-on #paint #painting #purple

Let us play hide and seek in a mountain which is like a women's back. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#mountain #play #women #love

If you cannot predict the betrayal from the ones that you love and trust the most, then you are living in a fool's paradise. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#love

These two oo in "book" are like the two eyes of a reader who fell in love with a story. ↗

— Stefanos Livos

#books-reading #literature #passion #reading #word

Wir würden ein Bett haben. Nach normalen Wochentagen würden wir uns todmüde daraufwerfen und wie zwei Steine schlafen. Am Sonntagmorgen würden wir darin ausschlafen, frühstücken und den Staub aus der Matratze lieben. ↗

— Floortje Zwigtman

#love #love

I love you Layla. I can’t just stop taking care of you. If anything happened to you I’d never survive it. ↗

— Marie Coulson

#layla-jennings #love

…be awake to the Life that is loving you and sing your prayer, laugh your prayer, dance your prayer, run and weep and sweat your prayer, sleep your prayer, eat your prayer, paint, sculpt, hammer, and read your prayer, sweep, dig, rake, drive and hoe your prayer, garden and farm and build and clean your prayer, wash, iron, vacuum, sew, embroider and pickle your prayer, compute, touch, bend and fold but never delete or mutilate your prayer. Learn and play your prayer, work and rest your prayer, fast and feast your prayer, argue, talk, whisper, listen and shout your prayer, groan and moan and spit and sneeze your prayer, swim and hunt and cook your prayer, digest and become your prayer, release and recover your prayer, breathe your prayer, be your prayer ↗

— Alla Renee Bozarth

#prayer #praying #spirituality #life

I Love cherrys alot ↗

— Cherry Hill

#love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

Do they still hurt?" she whispered in anguished surprise. "No," Jason said tautly. Shame washed over him in sickening waves as he waited helplessly for her inevitable reaction to the stark evidence of his humiliation. To his utter disbelief he felt her arms encircle him from behind and the touch of her lips on his back. "How brave you must have been to endure this," she whispered achingly, "how strong to survive it and go on living..." When she began kissing each scar, Jason rolled to his side and jerked her into his arms. "I love you," he whispered agonizedly, plunging his hands into her luxuriant hair and turning her face up to his. "I love you so much... ↗

— Judith McNaught Once and Always

#lovers #once-and-always #passion #romance #love