#black

That’s my girl,” she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. “Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She’d pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I’ll take the waif in. I promise I’ll bring this one up properly. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#demons #newt #humor

From time to time, you may see a girl wearing her black opaque tights as pants. They are, in fact, not. ↗

— Nina Garcia

#fashion #humor #pants #style #tights

Americans like what is easy, and it's easy to like pregnant women - they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs. Still, it baffles me that these self-righteous, self-enthralled waddlers get such special treatment. As if it's so hard to spread your legs and let a man ejaculate between them. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#humor

Hadrian reeked of death. It wasn’t the sort of stench others could smell or that water could wash, but it lingered on him like sweat-saturated pores after a long night of drinking. ↗

— Michael J. Sullivan

#hadrian-blackwater #death

Betty was a great shark of a woman. Men died in her wake. ↗

— Robert Mosely

#men

Black literature is taught as sociology, as tolerance, not as a serious, rigorous art form. ↗

— Toni Morrison

#art form #black #form #literature #rigorous

Tú y yo somos una sola criatura, las dos partes de una unidad. No podemos vivir separados, no podemos apartarnos el uno del otro; tú no puedes excluirme, yo tampoco. Cualquier suerte que debamos correr, la correremos juntos. Roger Blackraven. ↗

— Florencia Bonelli

#roger-blackraven #love

Look at yourself! You're a priest. You know damn well that if I were setting out to make a girl at this moment instead of young Paolo, you'd take an entirely different view. You'd disapprove, sure! You'd read me a lecture on fornication and all the rest. But you wouldn't be too unhappy. I'd be normal... according to nature! But I am not made like that. God didn't make me like that. But do I need love the less? Do I need satisfaction less? Have I less right to live in contentment because somewhere along the line the Almighty slipped a cog in creation?... What's your answer to that Meredith? What's your answer for me? Tie a knot in myself and take up badminton and wait till they make me an angel in heaven, where they don't need this sort of thing any more? I'm lonely! I need love like the next man! My sort of love! ↗

— Morris L. West

#church #homosexuality #nicholas-black #love

She dribbled water over his neck and back. The towel didn't quite soak up all of it, and drops raced down his back, trailing the curve of his spine. She loved that curve, framed on either side by ripple after ripple of muscle, and she especially loved the way it dipped in at his waist before flaring onto his perfect, rounded backside. ↗

— Melissa Cutler

#contemporary #romance #suspense #love

A smirk curved its sensual lips. "But then, women never have been able to keep their eyes off me." "Oh, you are so arrogant. I just couldn't figure out if you were a fairy or not," Gabby snapped. A dark eyebrow arched. "And you thought the answer to that question might be found in my pants? That's why you were looking there?" Its dark gaze shimmered with amusement. "The only reason I looked there," she said, flushing, "was because I couldn't believe you would just so blatantly... re-rearrange your— your..." She trailed off, then hissed, "What is it with men? Women don't do things like that! Move their... their personal parts about in public." "Mores the pity. I, for one, would find it quite fascinating".Its gaze dropped to her breasts. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabby #men