#sing

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm? ↗

— Jee

#fiction-novel #fiction-writing #missing #romance #romance-love

My dearest -- But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it's the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold you and say nothing. I want -- ↗

— Anonymous Unknown Solider

#love #missing-someone #separation #love

Happily Single is permission to CHOOSE your life rather than having it handed to you, and it’s living life on your own terms instead of those that are expected of you. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#choices #choosing-your-life #confidence #happily-single #independence

You don’t need a significant other to lead a significant life. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#being-single #independence #life #love #not-settling

If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#marry #single #marriage

The desire to get married is a basic and primal instinct in women. It's followed by another basic and primal instinct: the desire to be single again. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#marriage #singles #women #marriage

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon. ↗

— Madeline Miller

#beauty #similes #beauty

Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these," said the Ministry wizard, and he brandished the pinstriped trousers. "I'm not putting them on," said old Archie in indignation. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#muggles #nightgown #men

I'm just a girl in a nurse's uniform, but that doesn't mean I know how to save these men, and they- they are men in uniforms, but that doesn't mean they know how to die. ↗

— Marcus Sedgwick

#uniforms #men

I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t so pointy afterall. …And out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#kissing #men #love