#dirty

Patriotism, when it wants to make itself felt in the domain of learning, is a dirty fellow who should be thrown out of doors. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#domain #doors #fellow #felt #itself

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. ↗

— Leelee Sobieski

#hopeless #hopeless romantic #i #mind #romantic

I was married for 30 years. Isn't that enough? I've had my share of dirty underwear on the floor. ↗

— Martha Stewart

#enough #floor #had #i #married

What critics call dirty in our pictures, they call lusty in foreign films. ↗

— Billy Wilder

#critics #dirty #films #foreign #lusty

Whenever someone asks me if I want water with my Scotch, I say I'm thirsty, not dirty. ↗

— Joe E. Lewis

#dirty #i #me #say #scotch

Your back looks so pretty with my name written on it in those beautiful little welts. If you continue to be a good boy, I'll kiss them all better when I'm done. ↗

— Reno MacLeod

#dirty-talk #hotness #beauty

You can overcome your fears, you cange change, you can make life into what you've always wanted it to be. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. So hang in. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#change

I’m not capable of turning you down,” he said on a pained laugh, gaze devouring her breasts. “I’m going to take you to my bed and pleasure the fuck out of you. But the panties stay on. It’s nonnegotiable.” Her entire system rebelled against his words. How could he touch her, kiss her like this, and refuse to take it all the way? It didn't make sense. Men didn't have that kind of willpower, did they? She certainly didn’t have that kind of willpower. “W-what? Is it too late to give a different answer about why I changed my mind?” “Yes. But don’t worry, baby.” Before she could register his intention, he’d swung her up into his arms. “Even with your panties on, it’ll still be the best sex of your life. ↗

— Tessa Bailey

#hott #change

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need ↗

— Christopher Moore

#death

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back. ↗

— Richard Siken

#dreams