#perfect

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes fluttered shut. The cool slip of the small metal loop pressed into her skin as he kissed her. Urgent. Gentle. So slow. Sweet, soft demolition. He tasted of cloves and coffee. And of something else. A farawat essence, familiar and yet somehow foreign, too. Something sere and arid. A little like some. A little like decay Ash. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#kissing #love #perfect #love

I think if love is real, and headed toward the altar, the sex part-within reason-can wait. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#love

Perfectionism is self-abuse of the highest order. ↗

— Anne Wilson Schaef

#work #abuse

Brit: What's your major? Alex: Chemistry. And yours? Brit: Chemistry. Kiss me so we can see if we still have it. 'Cause you own my heart, my soul, and everything else in between. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#brittany #perfect-chemistry #perfect

If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#perfect

This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you? ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humour #lgbt #perfect

I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#perfect

most people are perfectly afraid of silence ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#perfect

If no words come, you can always give him the finger. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#tucker-reese #perfect

This connection we have isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Because the more I spend time with her, the closer I want to be. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#perfect