#ge

I was coming down off the last painkiller left in my dresser drawer after Autumn tossed my stash. In that moment I was so groggy and happy I would have accepted a date with Oscar the Grouch - and planned to do some serious feeling up on the green furry beast too. Yeah, stooping to pharmaceutical-inspired sex fantasies about garbage can Sesame Street characters - that had to be the best Just Say No drug lecture a girl in a leg cast could ever receive to make her go cold turkey off the meds. ↗

— Rachel Cohn

#cyd-charisse #drugs #gingerbread #high #humour

Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world. ↗

— Joan Lowery Nixon

#events #history #memories #people #change

The sparrow flies south for the winter. ↗

— Derek Landy

#death

On the whole I try to keep Modesty and Willie in timeless settings, which is why I avoid all the latest slang and in-words. It won't be long before 'brill' sounds as dated as 'super' does now. [Uncle Happy, 1990] ↗

— Peter O'Donnell

#language #pop-culture #setting #slang #time

The task of modern man is not to find his inner self, but to create himself. ↗

— Rod Judkins

#change

Don't worry, I don't bite. Ha ha. ↗

— Tamara Summers

#dating

Dated” in Selah’s book, being a euphemism for “had enthusiastic and frequent sex with”. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse #dating

Yes you can let a guy bite you but not on the first date! he has to pay for dinner ! But you can bite him on the first date at no cost that is quite normal ↗

— Amy Mah

#blood #humor #teenagers #vampire #vampires

I think they would like the songs better if I left out the names, or changed the pronouns. ↗

— David Levithan

#gay #love #what-a-song-can-do #change

A hidden mussel was blowing bubbles like a spring through the sand where his boot was teasing the water. It was the little pulse of bubbles and not himself or herself that was the moment for her then; and he could have already departed and she could have already wept, and it would have been the same, as she stared at the little fountain rising so gently out of the shimmering sand. A clear love is in the world - this came to her as insistently as the mussel's bubbles through the water. There it was, existing there where they came and were beside it now. It is in the bubble in the water in the river, and it has its own changing and its mysteries of days and nights, and it does not care how we come and go. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#change