#dr

She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#flower #girl #love #romance #tecnhicolor

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got, on every single inch of earth, in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself... ↗

— Ankur Kumar Shah

#blood #compels #dream #dreams #drugs

If superstition could contradict science, the world may as well be on the back of a turtle. But giving into turtle worship was a bridge too far. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#religion #science #superstition #turtle #dreams

Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#apple #kiss #kisses #kissing #love

His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn't bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn't going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl's kisses are deliberate and polished. When she kisses me - when I kiss her - she doesn't want me. She has me and knows it. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#bisexuality #kiss #kisses #love #romance

Dreams are real; dreams exert influence ↗

— Elaina J. Davidson

#infinity #lore #dreams

Twenty years from now you will be more disapointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ↗

— Mark Twain

#dreams

طالما أن نعاسك لا يساوي اليقظة ، فلا تنم أبداً ! ↗

— Atiq Rahimi

#sleep #dreams

So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive. I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober. (I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.) ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#finding-yourself #love #lucid-dreaming #night #pills

How often do you ignore a dream, dismiss it as fantasy and then see echoes of the dream around you the following day? What if a dream were the forewarning of what will become your reality; if you are being told within the world of a dream what may occur in the near or distant future, but your mind mangles the truth and information so much that you discard it as fiction? ↗

— Samantha Robertson

#fiction #forewarning #premonition #dreams