#nic

Tofu tacos are not Mexican. I think putting tofu on anything and calling it Mexican is an insult to my people. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#food #food

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #couple #cute #love #nicknames

It is cold anarchy to say that all men are to meddle in all men's marriages. It is cold anarchy to say that any doctor may seize and segregate anyone he likes. But it is not anarchy to say that a few great hygienists might enclose or limit the life of all citizens, as nurses do with a family of children. It is not anarchy, it is tyranny; but tyranny is a workable thing. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#eugenics #tyranny #family

Ritualised child sexual abuse is about abuse of power, control and secrecy. Ten years ago many people found it difficult to believe that fathers actually raped their children, yet survivors of such abuses spoke out and eventually began to be listened to and believed. Ritual abuse survivors, when they try to speak out about their experiences, face denial and disbelief from society and often fear for their lives from the abusers. ↗

— Laurie Matthew

#child-abuse #childabuse #childhood-abuse #mental-health-professionals #rape

Save the Planet...Buy Organic ↗

— Nancy Philips

#green #health #healthy #organic #organic-food

Cynicism places the cynic at the center seat of judgement with the self appointed authority to criticize and condemn. ↗

— Jayce O'Neal

#dr-jayce #god #jayce-oneal #love #love

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain willful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves? ↗

— Alain de Botton

#love #love

We made love like Tuesday at noon, even though it was Thursday at 3:00, and then again at 3:03. (I have the stamina of a water lily). 
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— Jarod Kintz

#fornication #lily #love #sex #love

"Crazy," he muttered softly, "how much I need you." Crazy, how something like that can feel like a kick in the chest, can hurt that much, can suck all the air right out of your body for a moment. And at the same time, settle over you, around you, so soft and warm and sweet, that you think nothing can ever be as good as this one moment. Crazy. That I can love you. This much. ↗

— Susan Bischoff

#chronicles #curfew #heroes #susan #talent

Remember," he called. "Just be yourself, and everyone will love you!" Nick rolled his eyes and made a rude gesture, and Alan drove the car away laughing. ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#nick #love