#set

The sky was as blue as orange could get. I love sunsets at noon, and forks disguised as spoons. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#random #sunsets #love

Like most North Americans of his generation, Hal tends to know way less about why he feels certain ways about the objects and pursuits he's devoted to than he does about the objects and pursuits themselves. It's hard to say for sure whether this is even exceptionally bad, this tendency. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#perspective #purpose #tennis #perspective

Speeding along I-10 last summer, heading west, I chased the sunset, thinking if I kept up I could extend my day indefinitely, or at least until I hit a major body of water. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#sunset #funny

Seth threw me a mischievous grin. “I can’t have Marcus just walking in on us. What if I want to snuggle on these cold New York nights?” My frown increased. “We don’t snuggle.” He dropped his arm over my shoulder, and the scent of mint and something wild tickled my nose. “How about we cuddle?” “We don’t do that either.” “But you’re my cuddle bunny. My little Apollyon cuddle—” I punched him in the side. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#seth #alex

Cold up there, huh?” Yeah, it kind of was. “Stupid down there, huh?” Seth’s brows flew up. “For one in such a precarious position, you sure don’t know how to talk yourself out of it.” “That’s because it’s hard to reason with idiots.” I gave him a cheeky grin. “Why bother? ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#seth #alex

He clapped his hands together, letting out a rather high-pitched squeal before grabbing my hand. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun! Aren’t we? Fun, Alex—we will have fun. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex

Okay. You’re the best Apollyon there is.” He tipped his head to the side and arched a brow. “I’m the only Apollyon there is right now.” I grinned. “You’re still the best. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#seth #alex

I wouldn't give up being a Sentinel for the world. Or being the Apollyon. I rock." "Wow. You're so humble. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#humble #seth-apollyon #alex

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds. ↗

— Tod Wodicka

#birds #clouds #prague #sunset #tropical-paradise

simple love's hard to come by/ im just living my life, and i'm trying to be a lady. ↗

— L. Divine

#life