#dreams

Ami leaned into his side and inhaled the fresh scent of man. “Uh, no. Sometimes my biological clock threatens to explode like a ticking bomb, that’s all. Rachel is so lucky. Nat is a doll. Doug adores them. Don’t mind me, I’m just wishing my laundry pile was filled with boxer shorts and Cinderella T-shirts. I’ll get over it.” “Why do you have to get over it,” Marcus asked gently. “Sounds like a nice dream to me.” ...a few pages later Things were looking up. If he could just convince her his boxer shorts belonged in her laundry basket, he’d be right on board with her six-month plan ↗

— Penny Watson

#dreams

To set goals and pursue them, we must have a desire to dream of things some would think to be impossible. ↗

— Ellen J. Barrier

#goals #dreams

As immigrant artists for whom so much has been sacrificed, so many dreams have been deferred, we already doubt so much. Who do we think we are? We think we are people who risked not existing at all. People who might have had a mother and father killed, either by a government or nature, even before we were born. Some of us think we are accidents of literacy. I do. ↗

— Edwidge Danticat

#dreams

The best way to maximize your time is by not wasting time. This requires planning and having an awareness of how you spend your time throughout the day. ↗

— Tasha Hoggatt

#dreams #goals #inspirational #change

I think things that i shouldn't.I dream things that i shouldn't.I want things that i shouldn't and it's all because of one thing-- I do care about you. ↗

— H.M. Ward

#forbidden-love #professors #dreams

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