#longing

There’s a penis in my penne pasta. It’s my penis, but that doesn’t mean it belongs there.
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— Jarod Kintz

#belonging #belongs #food #pasta #penis

The good news is that there is one kind of food you can never have too much of. The best way to fully recover from a food addiction or body-image problem is to fill up on the Lord. ↗

— Kate Wicker

#catholic #christian #divine-hunger #eating-disoders #food

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget. ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#intimacy #longing #stories #friendship

How do you eat your roots? ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#belonging #countries #home #identity #identity-crisis

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#jo-march #longing #lost-love #love #spoil

Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it. ↗

— Elizabeth Lowell

#life-journey #outsider #life

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #love

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #love

It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his repulse and rejection the day before but the looks, the actions of the day before that. He went along the crowded streets mechanically, winding in and out among the people, but never seeing them, -almost sick with longing for that one half-hour-that one brief space of time when she clung to him, and her heart beat against his-to come once again. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#love #love

Witch, do this for me, Find me a moon made of longing. Then cut it sliver thin, and having cut it, hang it high above my beloved's house, so that she may look up tonight and see it, and seeing it, sigh for me as I sigh for her, moon or no moon. ↗

— Clive Barker

#days-of-magic-nights-of-war #longing #love #sad-love #love