#beck

Kyle’s shrill voice interrupted their moment. “Figured you two would turn this into a scout meeting. Will you get your asses up here? People are waiting. I mean Beckett here has maybe a few hours before he’s bent over a metal toilet getting it up the ass from a guy named Bubba. Do you want him to have fun now or not?” The streetlight illuminated Beckett as he appeared next to Kyle. “Why would I be the bitch? I don’t think that’s a fair f*cking assumption.” Kyle refused to look at him and crossed her arms. “Of course you’d be the bitch. You have dimples. Bitches have dimples. And I bet your ass is soft like two pillows. Bubba’s going to love bouncing off of you.” Beckett stormed away, dragging Kyle with him. “I’ll be the f*cker,” he told her. “Not the f*ckee. The f*cker.” “Fine, a$$hole, you’re the f*cker,” Kyle’s voice faded away as they returned to the party. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #kyle #one-stellar-moment #poughkeepsie #love

It struck Sophie that Comic-Con was something like a modern-day Brigadoon, a thriving city of a hundred and fifty thousand people that sprang up here in San Diego for less than a week every summer. People flocked to it from across the nation and around the world to populate it for its all-too-short existence, played their chosen roles, then dispersed back to their real homes as soon as the city disappeared. And the next summer, they'd do it all over again, forming a living history of their own in annual installments. ↗

— Matt Forbeck

#leverage #matt-forbeck #san-diego #sdcc #home

I lean back. "What the hell are you doing?" "What do you mean?" she asks, innocently batting her eyelashes against the hot sun beaming down on us. Is she kidding me? "Where's you toungue?" I ask stupidly. Her wet little eyebrows furrow. "In my mouth. Why, where's it supposed to be? ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humor #maggie-armstrong #humor

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#beckoned #love

Nigdy nie wątp w człeka prawego i szlachetnego. Taki zawsze coś spieprzy. Oczywiście wszystko w imię większego dobra. ↗

— Simon Beckett

#death

Szansę dostaje się tylko w określonym czasie. Skrzyżowanie dróg, i tak dalej. Podejmujesz decyzję i skręcasz w lewo. Podejmujesz inną, skręcasz w prawo i trafiasz zupełnie gdzie indziej. ↗

— Simon Beckett

#death

I’m not going to faint at the sight of your butt,’ she said. ‘Ya might, and I don’t want that on my conscience,’ he said, tossing the jeans aside. ↗

— Jana Oliver

#riley-blackthorne #conscience

love is a poverty you couldn't sell ↗

— Beck

#love

She dragged me across the floor, stopping from time to time only to kick me. I didn't know our cows too could be so inhuman. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#cow #first-love #love

And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing - maybe more important than a star. This is not theology. I have no bent toward gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'thou mayest'. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #man #soul #theology #love