#lis

Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one." It doesn't sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting outright in English were tokens of deep affection when said in Spanish. ↗

— Gwen Cooper

#english #language #nicknames #spanish #love

What is withdrawal?" "Let's see, since you know your scripture so well, was that Onan? Yes, that bugger. What he did." "Spilling his seed on the floor?" "Yes," continued her husband, "it would be lovely if I could take you and spill my seed somewhere else. Not on the floor, mind you. But perhaps on your very soft belly. Perhaps even on your splendid breasts. and perhaps, if I'm in a really terrible mood, I'll make you swallow it. - Vere to Elissande ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#sherry-thomas #vere #love

Looking For Love and Looking In All The Wrong Places ↗

— Gordon Rouston

#love

Femininity itself has become a brand, a narrow and shrinking formula of commoditised identity which can be sold back to women who have become alienated from their own power as living, loving, labouring beings. ↗

— Laurie Penny

#feminism #women #love

The best give you can give today is the gift of LOVE! ↗

— Colishia S. Benjamin

#gift #give #life #love #poetry

Being thin created intense anxiety that I wouldn’t be able to maintain that weight for life, and I couldn’t. ↗

— Jenni Schaefer

#eating-disorder #perfectionism #thinness #unrealistic #love

The heart fools the mind, where eyes went deaf to words, that fell on blinded ears to easy to fall in love. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#ears #eyes #foolish #heart #mind

He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons. ↗

— Sinclair Lewis

#misanthropy #love

I was sent to a school with bosses for teachers- no Twain, only cane; check your dick you harry, no Dickens either, No Tom Sawyers no David Copperfields only Webster, master it for grammar, the Wren with a dash of Martini-Drink deep. ↗

— Aporva Kala

#school #youth #love

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. Then he lunged forward, pushing me flat in the pillows once more. He leaned over me, his mouth a brush of lips away from my own, his breath warm on my face. "Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#jake-riordan #love