#ka

She was in love. In love with the same man she'd always been in love with-God save her. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#love

Comme une envie de lui faire du mal… beaucoup de mal. Il n’a jamais ressenti ça vis-à-vis d’une fille. Il ne comprend pas, mais c’est plus fort que lui, des idées plus brutales les unes que les autres forcent son ­esprit, des scènes atroces se succèdent où les cris de la jeune fille excitent son imagination. Les batte­ments de son cœur s’accélèrent, il tremble comme un junkie en manque. ↗

— Myra Eljundir

#violence #imagination

So you got Phoenix back,” declared Karla, clapping her hands in delight. “That’s lovely.” “I’m more on loan,” I muttered. “Yeah, my little library book. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#karla #phee #phoenix #stealing-phoenix #yves

I wondered if she'd ever written on her notebook: GEB + NUT = TRUE LOVE or MRS GEB. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#sadie-kane #love

My job is never boring," Staples said. "There's nuts-and-bolts stuff like getting the tarpaulin over the shaft when it rains, and so in. Cataloging and reshelving. The shelves are in a shocking state. And when you've got everything ever written or lost to keep track of, it's quite a job. And there's fetching books. "I used to really look forward to requests for books way down in the abyss. We'd all rope up, follow our lines down for miles. The order falls apart a way down but you learn to sniff out class-marks. Sometimes we'd be gone for weeks, fetching volumes.' She spoke with a faraway voice. "There are risks. Hunters, animals, and accidents. Ropes that snap. Sometimes someone gets separated. Twenty years ago, I was in a group looking for a book someone had requested. I remember, it was called 'Oh, All Right Then': Bartleby Returns. We were led by Ptolemy Yes. He was the man taught me. Best librarian there's ever been, some say. "Anyway, after weeks of searching, we ran out of food and had to turn back. No one likes it when we fail, so none of us were feeling great. "We felt that much worse when we realized that we'd lost Ptolemy. "Some people say he went off deliberately. That he couldn't bear not to find the book. That he's out there still in the Wordhoard Abyss, living off shelf-monkeys, looking. And that he'll be back one day, book in his hand. ↗

— China Miéville

#extreme-librarians #un-lun-dun #wordhoard #food

We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home. ↗

— T.A. Miles

#deep #home #hope #inspirational #luka

I’m scared of him. I’m disgusted by the vile monster he becomes, this beast he lets out. But I still love him. I’d still do anything for him. I can’t just turn off my heart. I want to, I do, but I can’t. I love him with everything I have and I hate myself for it. Because it’s wrong to love him, I know. It’s so wrong. ↗

— Karina Halle

#ellie #heart #javier #karina-halle #love

I see ridiculous stories about my butt, like how it has been insured. I feel like saying, "Hey, everyone has a butt. It's not that big a deal!" But I suppose it's flattering. Personally, I've always loved the curvy look. Even when I was a little girl and all my friends would be like, "Oh, my god, your butt's so big." And I'd say, "I love it. ↗

— Kim Kardashian

#curvy #friends #kardashian #love

I stand up. Stretch my arms out wide to the empty horizon. Do not be afraid of limitless possibilities. The desert is infinite to the eye as love is to the heart. ↗

— Cathy Ostlere

#love

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#betrayal #cian #highlander #jessi #jessica