#older

When I touch you, I’m touching you because I want to make you happy. When I kiss you, I’m kissing you because you have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen and you know I can’t not kiss it. And when I make love to you—I’m doing exactly that. I’m making love to you because I’m in love with you... I’m touching you because I’m in love with you and for no other reason. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#love #make-love #romantic #sky-and-dean #love

I keep forgetting you’re technologically challenged. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #technology

My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

Does not-your boyfriend realize I'm Mormon?" I nod. "It turns out, Holder doesn't have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#holder #sky #hopelessness

You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He's the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can’t think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we’ll do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #romance #sky #hopelessness

There’s a gate?” I ask, confused. “Why do we always climb the fence?” He shoots me a sly grin. “You were in a dress the two times we’ve been here. Where’s the fun in walking through a gate? ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #hopelessness

Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth. Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings. Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes continually in them, chastely kept, as in a small bud, and their holy eyes look out in still eternal clearness. A place to rest isn't given to us. Suffering humans decline and blindly fall from one hour to the next, like water thrown from cliff to cliff, year after year, down into the Unknown. ↗

— Friedrich Hölderlin

#music

I think one of the greatest joys I have now in my career and in my profession is to be playing at an age where I can appreciate it more than I used to... It's a whole different lens you look through the older you get. ↗

— Andre Agassi

#appreciate #career #different #get #greatest