#girls

I tell him there'll be an army waiting for him, and your friend is only concerned with the color of their uniforms. What's this really about?" Max shrugged. "A girl." I glared at Max. "Dude. Shut up. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#girls #love #love

Someday, my young friend, you'll find out that girls are actually people too. Just like you and me. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#humor #humor

They smile that smile, they bat those eyes. They steal with hello, they kill you with goodbye. They're the perfect drug. As you're walking away, you hear that sweet voice, 'Stay. ↗

— Scotty McCreery

#girls #love #love

I was just turned last week. I'm a librarian." He stilled, as if I'd just told him I was the inventor of the tube top. "I watched a movie about a librarian once. Well, she was a librarian by day, a call girl by--" I stopped him with a quick lift of an eyebrow. "If you finish that sentence, we cannot be friends. ↗

— Molly Harper

#funny #jane-jameson #librarians #molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs

'Tell Suzie she's a lucky cat.' Have sexier words ever been spoken? ↗

— Ally Carter

#cats #gallagher-girls #humor #humor

I had an ear for languages, and I could read before I could adequately wash myself. I probably could have vied with Jeanette for the number one spot, but I'd seen what happened if you gave in to your natural aptitudes. This wasn't like the woods, where you had to be your fastest and your strongest and your bravest self. Different sorts of calculations were required to survive at the home. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

The lake water was reinventing the forest and the white moon above it, and wolves lapped up the cold reflection of the sky. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

We sang at the chapel annexed to the home every morning. We understood that this was the humans' moon, the place for howling beyond purpose. Not for mating, not for hunting, not for fighting, not for anything but the sound itself. And we'd howl along with the choir, hurling every pitted thing within us at the stained glass. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

I ignored her and continued down the hall. I had only four more hours to perfect the Sausalito. I was worried only about myself. By that stage, I was no longer certain of how the pack felt about anything. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

On Sundays, the pretending felt almost as natural as nature. The chapel was our favorite place. Long before we could understand what the priest was saying, the music instructed us in how to feel. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home