#cam

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you... ↗

— John Geddes

#clouds #dreams #firelight #love #night

You did that on purpose." "Did what on purpose?" "Wore the don't-touch suit and the sex goddess perfume at the same time just to drive me crazy." "Listen to the suit, Quinn. Dream about the perfume. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#cameron-quinn #dreams

I told you that my idea was great." "They usually are." "Holy [crap]. Did you just admit that?" "Maybe I did." "Uh-huh, you've always known my ideas hit a ten." "On a scale of 1 to 100, yes." "Ha.Ha. Guess what.Got another idea." "Does it involve eggs?" "It doesn't involve eggs." "It doesn't?" "But it does involve something equally tasty. And it involves you, me, a bed, and very little, if any, clothing. ↗

— J. Lynn

#cam #eggs #equality

We were hockey gypsies, heading down another gravel road every weekend, plowing into the heart of that magnificent northern landscape. We never gave a thought to being deprived as we travelled, to being shut out of the regular league system. We never gave a thought to being Indian. Different. We only thought of the game and the brotherhood that bound us together off the ice, in the van, on the plank floors of reservation houses, in the truck stop diners where if we'd won we had a little to splurge on a burger and soup before we hit the road again. Small joys. All of them tied together, entwined to form an experience we would not have traded for any other. We were a league of nomads, mad for the game, mad for the road, mad for ice and snow, an Arctic wind on our faces and a frozen puck on the blade of our sticks. ↗

— Richard Wagamese

#hockey #togetherness #experience

Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself. So, this was me, getting over myself. And it was about time. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #existentialism #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #humanitarian

It's been really interesting watching people's reactions to the new music, to the old music and also watching how modern young people will be standing in front of something going on like live music, and there's a camera in front of their face. ↗

— Brandon Boyd

#been #camera #face #front #going

She shook her head. “No, Jonas.” “ ‘No, Jonas’ is all you ever say,” he responded with a hint of savagery. He knew he was unfair, but he was just so damned miserable. Her smile wavered into a warmth that calmed his anger. “Not always.” He shut his eyes as the memory of wild nights overpowered him. Good God, at this rate, he’d be bawling like a motherless calf. ↗

— Anna Campbell

#jonas #seven-nights #sidonie #anger

I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping. ↗

— Bailey White

#family #libertines #family

What r u doing now? I'm beating my dad at poker. Picturing him with his family, I smiled. Getting ready for bed. Wish I was there. My eyes widened. What the what? Wait r u naked? No!!! I sent back. Perv. Damn, At least I have my imagination. That's all you will ever have. We'll c. No you won't. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#cam #hott #j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #lol

Much has been accomplished during the last year in the campaign against terrorism. This struggle will require vigilance, perseverance and sacrifice for many years to come. ↗

— Paul Cellucci

#against #been #campaign #come #during