#sing

Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#kissing #love #saturday #september #love

He turned and quickly removed his pants. My eyes grew huge, since he wore nothing underneath. I started to stammer, trying to avert my gaze,his sex all but riveting my eyes as I stared, blatantly helpless.“We will not make love. You’re in this bed as a friend. Why make things difficult?” I was hot all over; his body was perfect, strong, welcoming and oh-so-alive. ↗

— Alisha Basso

#temptation #undressing #love

I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment'. ↗

— Andy Warhol

#epitaph #grave #heaven #hell #life

No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#need

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#misattributed #misattributed-to-poe #poe-singer #heart

The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#wrong

When we . . . read and study the scriptures, benefits and blessings of many kinds come to us. This is the most profitable of all study in which we could engage. ↗

— Howard W. Hunter

#scriptures #study #scripture

Don't wish...DO! Don't try...BE! Don't think...KNOW! And above all: Bless a stranger with a small, yet powerful, random act of kindness. You feel me? ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#blessings #dream #kindness #knowledge #powerful

Adrian Ivashkov wasn’t easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I’d come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor. Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn’t going to lie to myself—at least not tonight. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#kissing #sydney-sage #sydrian #logic

Dignity, always Dignity! ↗

— Gene Kelly

#dignity