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When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love #love

...In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine. "The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #magnus-bane #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Become your own soulmate. Then you'll always have someone watching your back, and you'll always have someone who loves you. ↗

— Rebecca O'Donnell

#hope #incest #insecurity #memoir #love

Karena cinta tidak ingin bertahan dalam hati dua orang yang tidak menginginkan hal yang sama. Karena jika salah satunya tidak memiliki ruang yang cukup untuk cinta, maka cinta itu akan beranjak pergi. ↗

— Winna Efendi

#love #love

You don't get to choose who turns you into a maniac. They just do, and you're just fucked, and the rest is just damage control. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#lovers-quarrels #love

This is for you, for us. I wanted a tattoo of you on my skin, because I can't show you the one you've already left on my heart. ↗

— Gina L. Maxwell

#love

Is is seldom possible to say of the medievals that they *always* did one thing and *never* another; they were marvelously inconsistent. ↗

— Thomas Cahill

#medival #middle-ages #age

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ↗

— Robert Frost

#always #birthday #diplomat #her #man

I am so busy doing nothing... that the idea of doing anything - which as you know, always leads to something - cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything. ↗

— Jerry Seinfeld

#am #anything #busy #cuts #doing

I closed my eyes instead. And Puck kissed me. “If you are going to do that, would you mind not jostling the bed so much?” came a sarcastic voice near the headboard. “Perhaps you could roll around on the floor.” Blushing furiously, I looked up. Grimalkin lay on the pillow, watching us with a bemused, half-lidded stare. Puck followed my gaze and let out an explosive sigh. “Did I ever mention how much I hate cats?” “Do not blame me, Goodfellow.” Grimalkin blinked, managing to sound bored and indignant at the same time. “I was minding my own business long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck-and-meghan #business