#kale

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

I'm simply reminding you that you're worth more than what you'll find at the bottom of a bottle. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#lily-garcia #self-worth #timepiece #self-worth

For a chance with you, I can wait. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#romantic #sweet #romantic

From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#kaleidoscope #death

I backed us up against the wall. “How I feel? You want to know?” I ran my hands over his face and tangled them into his messy hair. “This is unlike anything else. I’ve bungeed off buildings, I’ve skateboarded off roofs. I’ve even gone train surfing. Nothing comes close to the high I feel when I’m with you. You’ve been through horrible things, and yet you’re one of the kindest, truest people I’ve ever met. At first I thought it was because you were safe. I could feel something for you because you couldn’t hurt me. Not the way Alex did. But it’s more than that. It’s you. Who you are. The way you are. Everything from your smile to the way you always say exactly what’s on your mind. Your soul, Kale. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#kale #love #love

For me," he said. It came out as a cross between a choked growl and a whimpher. It was shocked, and it was possessive. Full of pain, and laced with joy. "You were made for me. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#love #love

„One down,” I said, turning to Kale. He wasn't paying attention. His gaze was fixed on the red silk baby doll in my hand. „What is this?” he asked, rubbing the satiny material between his fingers. „Clothes” I said. „For women.” His eyes widened. „Girls wear this?” „Yeah, but usually not for long” I chuckled. Kale turned as red as the teddy. „Are you going to wear this now?” „Umm. No,” I said, blushing. He seemed a little disappointed and I stifled a laugh. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#kale #materialism

You can go into Mark Twain's material and prove anything you want. He was against war. He was for war. He was against rich people and he was for them. He was a kaleidoscope. ↗

— Hal Holbrook

#anything #go #into #kaleidoscope #mark