#kale

He stepped around me until he and Kale were nose to nose. Even though I knew it was the remnants of the storm, I could almost imagine the lightning overhead as sparks rising from the shoulders of each boy. Clashing Titans ready to fight to the death. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#death

„This is what people do here?” „It's a little more complicated than that.” „Everything seems complicated here,” he grumbled. „That"s life,” I laughed. „Life is complicated.” „And that's good?” I nodded. „That's good. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#kale #life

I love you," he said. [...] "Just you. Only you. Always you. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#love

I think I understand that now. I think I love you. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#love

At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. ↗

— Jean Houston

#height #into #kaleidoscope #laughter #new

There is an empty space in my heart. It weighs me down and each step I take through life gets harder and harder, I realize now that I am no longer the man she once knew, but a bitter and hollow replica of him, unworthy of her love. ↗

— Inger Iversen

#life

I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other. “Are you sober ” I asked from the doorway. He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. “I am." “Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you.” I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. “You cook" Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. “Yes ” he said. “I cook.” “Do you usually wear a wife beater and ” I pushed him back a little by his shoulder “an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it ” He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. “I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#humor #kaleb-ballard #humor

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