#bid

Don't worry about it, Mikey," Dee said comfortingly. "You'll probably be next, so you won't be here when our Great Deception comes crashing down. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#michael #the-chase #the-forbidden-game #deception

My last conscious thought was of my biggest mistake- not the boy beside me, but the one i could never have. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alexandra #forbidden-love #love

Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier. ↗

— Kele Moon

#erotic-romance #forbidden-fruit #love #love

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#kiss #love #macy-and-wes #love

I wish you'd fall in love with me," she said. "Why?" "Because you're really someone worth falling in love with. And if we were in love, I wouldn't be drifting. I wouldn't be nobody. At least not while I was with you. ↗

— Anne Rampling

#forbidden #love #wish #love

Equally serious is the complaint that psychoanalysis as a medical practice is a form of oppressive social control, labelling individuals and forcing them to conform to arbitrary definitions of ‘normality’. This charge is in fact more usually aimed against psychiatric medicine as a whole: as far as Freud’s own views on ‘normality’ are concerned, the accusation is largely misdirected. Freud’s work showed, scandalously, just how ‘plastic’ and variable in its choice of objects libido really is, how so-called sexual perversions form part of what passes as normal sexuality, and how heterosexuality is by no means a natural or self-evident fact. It is true that Freudian psychoanalysis does usually work with some concept of a sexual ‘norm’; but this is in no sense given by Nature. ↗

— Terry Eagleton

#heterosexuality #libido #nature #norms #psychiatry

The Winter Photograph was my Ariadne, not because it would help me discover a secret thing (monster or treasure), but because it would tell me what constituted that thread which drew me toward Photography. I had understood that henceforth I must interrogate the evidence of Photography, not from the viewpoint of pleasure, but in relation to what we romantically call love and death. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#photography #understanding #death

I finally found my way to the Really Restricted Section, where they keep the kind of books most scholars aren't even supposed to know exist. I knocked on the closed door, said the proper passwords, and the door opened before me. I walked in, and the ghost of the Head Librarian, a thin, dusty presence, with dark eyes and a disapproving look, appeared before me, blocking my way. (He had been eaten by a book, then brought back by the other books, apparently because they approved of him. Because even though he didn't have much time for people, he loved books.) ↗

— Simon R. Green

#eaten-by-a-book #forbidden-books #ghosts #librarians #libraries

Passion can’t be planned; only felt. ↗

— Abigail Biddinger

#biddinger #feel #felt #heart #love

If you think you can stand looking and not touching for eight months, you're welcome to try." "Try' being the operative word," he said, sighing. "No, I can't. And I don't want to try. ↗

— Leah Raeder

#love #relationship #taboo #love