#sparks

When I hear your name, I involuntarily clench my butt cheeks. Is that love? I don’t know—I’m not Nicholas Sparks.
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— Jarod Kintz

#clench #hear #hearing #knowledge #listen

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth. ↗

— Beatrice Sparks

#diary #drugs #go-ask-alice #heroin #marijuana

Plouton’s eyes narrowed coldly, and he grinned because he counted the result of this conversation as a tremendous and absolute victory over his older brother. Abbadon never saw his younger brother as competition or even as an enemy, but Plouton hated his brother from the bottom of his heart. He was controlled and possessed by his own negative thoughts, that his father, King Apollyon, loved and trusted Abbadon more and that he disliked and rejected him. Plouton was jealous… very jealous. He raised his eyebrows and opened his silvery eyes as wide as they could go. Diabolic sparkles appeared in his eyes. He grinned again when he thought about the Titans, the cave, the iron chains, the vultures, and the unforgiving ocean at the Rock of Mukane. (Maradonia and the Gold of Ophir) ↗

— Gloria Tesch

#love

O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire? ↗

— Ada Cambridge

#hold #life #momentary #must #sparks

As we descend deeper and deeper in this region its inhabitants become more and more modified, and fewer and fewer, indicating our approach towards an abyss where life is either extinguished , or exhibits but a few sparks to mark its lingering presence. ↗

— Edward Forbes

#approach #become #deeper #descend #either