#kin

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting. ↗

— Julie Otsuka

#thought-provoking #dreams

There are symbolic dreams-dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities-realities that symbolize a dream ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dreams

One of these people was a girl who exemplified everything I could ever come up with to want. We grew very close very quickly and revealed dreams and compared fears and mocked gently and occasionally told lies, but nothing bad. The sex, I’m sorry, Dad, but the sex was unlike anything I believed might someplace exist. I remember lying with her in bed and touching her thigh and thinking, My God. This is the reason I grew hands in the first place. ↗

— Kyle Beachy

#dreams

He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasn’t easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#baaabies #kissing #making-out #sydney-sage #balance

And so it was that Gwaihir saw them with his keen far-seeing eyes, as down the wild wind he came, and daring the great peril of the skies he circled in the air: two small dark figures, forlorn, hand in hand upon a little hill, while the world shook under them, and gasped, and rivers of fire drew near. And even as he espied tham and came swooping down, he saw them fall, worn out, or choked with fumes and heat, or stricken down by despair at last, hiding their eyes from death. Side by side they lay; and down swept Gwaihir, and down came Landroval and Meneldor the swift; and in a dream, not knowing what fate had befallen them, the wanderers were lifted up and borne far away out of the darkness and the fire. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#j-r-r-tolkien #the-return-of-the-king #death

Stay true to the dreams of thy youth. ↗

— Friedrich von Schiller

#thought-provoking #dreams

Felix had gone to live in a lotus land of his imagination. Where what is desired is dreamed of as already happened, where obstacles dissolve under the weight of desire, and where reality has vanished entirely. ↗

— Iain Pears

#cloud-cuckoo-land #desires #dreams #futility #imagination

Dream by making and make by dreaming. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dream #dreaming #literature #literature-quotes #making

Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God. ↗

— Karen Chance

#pritkin #prison

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it has you aching for it if you don’t get it for awhile. ↗

— Roberto Hogue

#erotic #erotica-romance #making-love #sensuality #sex