#che

[about her offer of a Swedish massage] Alex: You're not Swedish. Brittany: Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#brittany #perfect-chemistry #alex

I am so tired, love. I'm so very,very tired. ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#dystopian #love #sadness #tired #love

Then you remember that Jack--that's his name, the mac & cheese--plays lacrosse. That's probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two hands for lacrosse. A pinky? Damn, you might as well starve yourself. ↗

— Alaya Dawn Johnson

#zombies #zombies

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #lean-on-me #love

simple love's hard to come by/ im just living my life, and i'm trying to be a lady. ↗

— L. Divine

#life

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that. ↗

— Patricia A. McKillip

#heartache #love #love

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#fever #lauren-destefano #love

I get so breathless, when you call my name, I've often wondered, do you feel the same? There's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity When we're all alone. ↗

— Corinne Bailey Rae

#chemistry #love #love

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea... ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#young-adult #young-adult-fiction #young-adult

My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. The color reminded me of every evil character in any fairytale. It seemed all were characteristically black; black hair, black eyes, black clothing, black demeanors, and black intent. I never thought I was truly a villainous character, not like I knew my father to be, but I was his offspring and devoid of any princess-like characteristics, so that left only the wicked side of the story to play. In my dreams, though, I imagined myself more like Snow White - wavy, raven hair, a perfectly fair complexion, bathed in rose scents, and exhibiting a natural feminine grace that would dance musical circles around both Ginger and Elizabeth. No, I never hoped for such a thing to be real, but I dared to pretend it with perfect clarity in my dreams. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#black #dandelions #richelle #richelle-goodrich #wishful-thinking