#desire

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #jamie-weise #love #love-story #lovers

She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster. ↗

— Michele Young-Stone

#loneliness #longing #loveless #love

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope. ↗

— Anne Carson

#desire #eros-the-bittersweet #hope #love #romance

She nodded against me. “Do you need me to do anything?” I didn’t need a thing from her, but I wanted everything. I wanted her to leave Tyler, to love me, to want to live here with me for the rest of our lives. I wanted so damn much. ”Just go back to sleep, then enjoy the rest of the day with the girls. I’ll be back tonight.” ”I’ll be waiting her for you.” Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in and held it. if only she knew what she did to me. ↗

— Molly McAdams

#from-ashes #love #molly-mcadams #rest-of-our-lives #romance

The first time I saw Agatha she gave me a double wink. Most men might have interpreted it as a blink, but I saw it as a sexually developed ambidextrous double wink. Such talent! Such desire! ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #wink #funny

I always procrastinate. It allows me to do what I want now without sacrificing my goals for the future. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #goals #humor #procrastination #funny

When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #cats #curls #dance #dancing

I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began. ↗

— Lev Grossman

#love #relationships #trouble #love

What desire can be contrary to nature since it was given to man by nature itself? ↗

— Michel Foucault

#nature #norms #age

Gabriel pulled her over his body to lie on the bed beside him. His kisses pressed her down into the oblivion of the mattress as her hands explored his chest, his shoulders, his face. "I want to lay my kill at your feet," he said, more growl than words, and held her tight by her hair as he marked her neck with his teeth. She writhed against him. She wanted to bite him, she wanted to rip the flesh from his back, but most terrible of all, she didn't want him to stop. Her back arched, her body shattered, she howled. ↗

— Annette Curtis Klause

#love #love