#joie

Whenever you're done reading the chapter," he held uo his hands like take your time, "we'll start the concert." With a quick flip of my wrist I gave him the middle finger. He threw his head back and laughed. I looked up at Hawkins, who locked eyes with mine as he sang, "Love in an elevator, lovin' it up, til I hit the ground. ↗

— Leah Spiegel

#hawkins #joie #love

She wanted to live, and live fully, and to give life, she who loved life! What was the good of existing, if you couldn't give yourself? ↗

— Émile Zola

#living-life #zola #love