#mon

She bit delicately down on a breadstick, holding it between her teeth.. "Mind if I have a Bite" Shock snapped her eyes wide open and froze her breath..dark eyes dominating her field of vision, a whiff of some kind of calogne in her nostrils, two long fingers tilting her chin up. Damon leaned in, and neatly and precisely, bit off the other end of the bread stick. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#love

What was she trying to do to him? Was this what being in love was supposed to feel like? Was it supposed to make him feel out of control? Was it supposed to rip him apart, pulling him in two opposite directions? Was it supposed to make him want to tear his hair out in frustration? If it was, he didn’t need it. ↗

— Monica McCarty

#jamie #monica-mccarty #love

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them. A flash of foreign light would fill the room, but only for a moment. I would whisper ‘this is what we’re like, this is what we’re like.’… ↗

— Mikl Paul

#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

LOVE IT! :) Yeah. They've been doing BIG billboards of this in the gayborhoods in NYC, LA and SanFran. Although I wouldn't fuck a Scientologist on a dare. 8| ↗

— Damon Suede

#manhunt-net #tom-cruise #love

When I investigate and when I discover that the forces of the heavens and the planets are within ourselves, then truly I seem to be living among the gods. ↗

— Leon Battista Alberti

#among #discover #forces #gods #heavens

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns... ↗

— John Geddes

#monks #nuns #poems #love

...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #lover #magician #poetry #priest

Together they will spend a happy hour seated side by side..., while Ivy's tender hand guides Duffy's as he traces out laboriously, in pencil, over and over until he has them off pat, the magic letters of his name. More than the wedding itself, that little ceremony there under the lamp, all silent save for the soft scratching of graphite on paper, will mark the true beginning of their life together. ↗

— John Banville

#letters #love #wedding #love

Certainly one of the more common experiences in the jazz field is discovering someone new. Improvising musicians are capable of being musical travelers, voyagers. We want to join in on whatever we hear. There is a freedom to wander the musical landscape. ↗

— Gary Burton

#capable #certainly #common #discovering #experiences