#laying

Life is a game, you live so you play. Follow your dreams and win what your happy heart desires. ↗

— Roel van Sleeuwen

#desire #desires #desiring #dream #dreaming

So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#just-listen #owen #role-playing #sarah-dessen #family

[Since] a player controls every character, it is that player's intelligence that dictates the character's goals and actions, not an arbitrary number on a character sheet. Thus, in a sense, the player _is_ the character's "intelligence score"! ↗

— Greg Stafford

#intelligence

These young guys are playing checkers. I'm out there playing chess. ↗

— Kobe Bryant

#chess #guys #i #out #playing

Champions keep playing until they get it right. ↗

— Billie Jean King

#champions #get #keep #playing #right

One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing the peace, while at the same time telling me how much he liked my voice. I wish I still had that ticket. ↗

— Frank Stallone

#big #came #disturbing #done #guitar

She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean is nothing beyond the level we were at last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean is no actual sex." He narrowed his eyes on her. "But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked in a serious tone. "Yes." He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her eyes. "And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?" Her lips twitched. "Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other." He sighed wearily. "Fine, how about Lord and Master?" "Uh...no." "God?" "Nope." "My liege?" "Wait.....no." He gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I'll wear you down eventually. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #cooking

The best way of successfully acting a part is to be it. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#disguise #method-acting #pretense #role-playing #sherlock-holmes

Because I was small, I was getting the hell kicked out of me playing football. ↗

— Burt Bacharach

#football #getting #hell #i #kicked

As he was gasping for air he realized something. He was in deep shit. Haley was his life now. His woman. His heart. He was so screwed. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #life