#mo

Some people love and some pretend. ↗

— Rahul Kumar Tilwani

#love #love

What is 'camp'? A much misunderstood word, everyone has their own feel for it. Here is mine: Camp is not in rugby football. Camp is not in the Old Testament. Camp is not in St. Paul. Camp is not in Latin lessons, though it might be in Greek. Camp loves colour. Camp loves light. Camp takes pleasure in the surface of things. Camp loves paint as much as it loves paintings. Camp prefers style to the stylish. Camp is pale. Camp is unhealthy. Camp is not English, damn it. But … Camp is not kitsch. Camp is not drag. Camp is not nearly so superficial as it would have you believe. Camp casts out all fear. Camp is strong. Camp is healthy. And, let’s face it … Camp is queer. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#humour #queer #love

Amal,I believe that most Americans do not love as we do. It is not for any inherent deficiency or superiority in them. They live in the safe, shallow, parts that rarely push human emotions into the depths where we dwell. ↗

— Susan Abulhawa

#emotions #emotions-love #palestinians #love

The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love. ↗

— Aminatta Forna

#memory #love

Chapter Twenty-Seven: It was simply a matter of asking him to remove the tie from his head before he made love to her. ↗

— Nicki Elson

#sex #love

[Abby to Tommy and Jody who are hugging] So I'm like, "Cold-faced killers on the clock, bitches, we don't have time for your bonery right now." --The Chronicles of Abby Normal ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love

Andrew Lloyd Webber's version of the Kool-Aid jingle is at once chilling and evocative. Donny Osmond is brilliant as James Jones. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#humor #series #vampires #love

Il tuo calore è dolce mentre mi abbracci. ↗

— Stefano Benni

#love #tenerezza #love

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#hispanic #loss #love #spanish #love

Ci eravamo incontrati perché doveva succedere, e anche se non fosse stato quel giorno, prima o poi ci saremmo sicuramente incontrati da qualche altra parte. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#destino #destiny #love #serendipity #love