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We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#kiss #let-go #love #relationships #walk-away

Free will...it's all the rage these days ↗

— Lauren Kate

#love #passion #love

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#composing #creating #creative #jamie-weise #love

My whole body sank forward into his arms. His lips moved against mine, exploring my mouth so gently. I tried to mimic his movements--slowly, uncertainly, until I didn't have to think about it at all. It just felt right. He let out a soft moan at my reaction and cupped his hands behind my head, pulling me closer until I couldn't tell where my mouth ended and his began. A liquid sensation swooped throughout my stomach. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt and it kept growing, the vibrating heat expanding outward. I was surprised I was still able to stand. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#falling-in-love #in-love #kiss #kissing #love

Nourishing yourself in a way that helps you blossom in the direction you want to go is attainable, and you are worth the effort. ↗

— Deborah Day

#nurturing #self-esteem #self-help #self-love #love

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#jamie-weise #lesson-learned #love #love-hate #love-hate-relationship

We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before. ↗

— China Miéville

#embassytown #language #lies-that-speak-truth #metaphors #similes

I did not know I was on a search for passionate aliveness. I only knew I was lonely and lost and that something was drawing me deeper beneath the surface of my life in search of meaning. There is a hunger in people to go to those deep depths; to know that our lives are sacred; that our hearts are truly capable of love. It is a yearning to be all the we can be. A longing for what is real. ↗

— Anne Hillman

#lonely #lost #meaning #passion #passionate

Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#deathless #hatred #honesty #ignorance #lies-lying-liars

The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#insects #love #moth #smoke #star-crossed