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...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #misplace-things #love

I'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny...again. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#abusive-relationships #bullying #love #romance #star-crossed-lovers

Most people - and I'm guilty of it as well - think of passion as hot, fiery, impulsive. But listening to you made me realize that passion can be a deep, warm, steady flame too. The kind of fire that keeps a man warm at night - or melts an ice wall that would drown a flashier spark. ↗

— Rowan Speedwell

#passion #love

Love? Yes, I do love. I never thought it was possible, hell, I never even thought about it as a Seeker. But you did something to me, Cassandra. You made me realize I still have a heart, regardless of what I’m made of. And you’ve stolen it because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. But that includes staying as I am, even if I have the chance to turn. ↗

— L.J. Kentowski

#fate- #love

The sense of love should not like coffee, which only gives pleasure to the enjoy. But it must be like oranges which not only give pleasure but also freshness. ↗

— Isra

#freshness #love #oranges #pleasure #sense-of-love

All love is socioeconomic. It’s the gradients in status that make arousal possible. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#gary-shteyngart #humor #love #russian-debutante-s-handbook #socioeconomics

I try to walk around without being noticed but I can’t help attracting attention with my pink Mohawk, black clothing and steel toes, and often I’m with Holly and we’re both tall and arrogant. ↗

— Jo Treggiari

#fierce-ink-press #memoir #love

I send my words to you over the ether net like a message in a bottle... ↗

— John Geddes

#message-in-a-bottle #love

For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#loneliness #longing #loss #lost-love #mourning

...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground... ↗

— John Geddes

#mistress #poet #love