#l

I closed my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that my boyfriend was a pervert. He was lucky he was so cute. ↗

— J.M. Colail

#humor #lgbt #relationship #humor

If you don't read my book, I'm not coming to your birthday party. ↗

— Tim Yeager

#literary-fiction #humor

Fortunately, I got called down to NASA for an interview. And one thing led to the next, and one day I got that call. I've been here about seven years now and am really enjoying it. ↗

— Michael P. Anderson

#am #been #call #called #day

When I'm not working, it does. You turning Jack on?' 'God, what a revolting thought. ↗

— Keri Arthur

#keri-arthur #tempting-evil #humor

The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s in the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly inserted ellipsis can prevent all kinds of exclamations. ↗

— David Levithan

#love

It is disappointing and embarrassing to the science profession that some Nobel Laureates would deliberately use their well deserved scientific reputations and hold themselves out as experts in other fields. ↗

— David Douglass

#deserved #disappointing #embarrassing #experts #fields

Balls should be good for at least six sets, and for more for the average player. But if the rallies are long, they do not last as long as this. There is a fuzz on the surface that wears off on the hard court. ↗

— Helen Wills Moody

#balls #court #fuzz #good #hard

I never got to see a proper striptease. Not anything even remotely close. I was stupid and went to literary cafés and spent my time on artistic nonsense instead. Now it is too late. I am old and blind. I must content myself with hearing the garments fall. I dictated this. ↗

— Tor Ulven

#resignation #wasted-youth #humor

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death #memories #tessa-gray #will-herondale #death

Did you see him? I know the photo was grainy, but he looks like one of those death metal goth heads, or whatever they’re called. All dressed in black with long hair I took umbrage at my mother describing my boyfriend this way. John was the Lord of the Underworld. How else was he supposed to dress? ↗

— Meg Cabot

#john-hayden #underworld #death