#mom

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist. ↗

— David Levithan

#chord #love #lyric #metaphor #moment

No one is ever quite ready; everyone is always caught off guard. Parenthood chooses you. And you open your eyes, look at what you've got, say "Oh, my gosh," and recognize that of all the balls there ever were, this is the one you should not drop. It's not a question of choice. ↗

— Marisa de los Santos

#father #mom #mother #parenthood #parenting

Everyone just laughed. But then, I closed my eyes and deeply thought about the story of the tourist, deeply thinking about that story of how many times he was lied to and when he had only his head left, he still thankfully cried. And then, I understood it. Ahh, that's "love", isn't it? Am I right? Loss... All sorts of pain... He never thought about it. The tourist never thought of himself. And even though he's an idiot to lots of people, to me, he's not an idiot at all. A lot of people would take the chance to cheat him, but I would never do that. I would want to make him happy, and that's all. ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#momiji #love

We never know what a day will bring us, but one thing we do know is that every morning we can wake up, smile and hope for the best. SMILE IT'S A NEW DAY ↗

— Ellen K. Wookey

#live #live-in-the-moment #love #smile #love

I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #love #moments #play #relationship

Don't, he says and then places his free hand underneath mine. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#love #sweet-talk #love

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue. She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#blues #champagne #curacao #l-heure-bleue #miles-davis

Like I'm flying." I smile and tilt my face closer to hers. Close enough that I can feel her breath on my face. "like I'm flying through the night sky because I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but I can't get enough of you. ↗

— Jolene Perry

#melting #sweet-words #young-love #love

I love your eyes. Your mouth. Your body. The way you lose your temper when you're flustered. Your ass is so fucking hot. I love the sounds you make when you fuck me. I love that you fight with me, and I love the way you make up with me. I love you, Tracy. I love you so fucking much. ↗

— Mercy Celeste

#love-declaration #love

Fair enough, that's what most people look for to begin with, but money can be a sliding scale, the more you have, the more you want, the more you need,' McBlane said as he sharpened the ash on the tip of his cigar into a point against the rim of the ashtray. It gave him the appearance of wielding a dagger as he gestured with his cigar holding hand. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#money