#sweet

My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #devil #jack

Acceptance. We want someone to look at us, and really see us—our physical flaws, our personality quirks, our insecurities. And we want them to be okay with every square inch of who we are. We’re always afraid we might be too needy or too much work. We put all these limitations on ourselves and our relationships because we’re afraid that we’re not really loved. That we’re not really accepted. We hide little pieces of ourselves because we think that might be the one thing that finally drives away the person who’s supposed to love us. ↗

— Michele Bardsley

#love #sweet #love

But you're worried I'll get in trouble?" I try not to show how much this pleases me. I've managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a neglected puppy. My voice takes on an edge. "Why do you care? I've ignored you for days." His smile fades. He looks serious, mockingly so. "Yeah. You got to stop that. ↗

— Sophie Jordan

#jacinda-jones #love #sophie-jordan #sweet #will-and-jacinda

As we went into the tunnel, I didn't hold up my arms like I was flying. I just let the wind rush over my face. And I started crying and smiling at the same time. Because I couldn't help feeling just how much I loved my aunt Helen for buying me two presents. And how much I wanted the present I bought my mom for my birthday to be really special. And how much I wanted my sister and brother and Sam and Patrick and everyone else to be happy. But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#happiness #infinite #love

After too spicy food only, one can realize the actuall sweetness of SUGAR''~$amaर ↗

— Samar Sudha

#sweetness #food

You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff ↗

— Tessa Dare

#romance #sweet #love

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#kiss #love #sweet #love

The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day. ↗

— Erik Tomblin

#falling-in-love #infatuation #summer #sweet-abandon #youthfulness

Why did you do this? You could lose your job or worse.” “I wanted to spend some time alone with you. Tomorrow, you might be leaving for good.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Reluctantly, he pulled away. “You’re worth the risk. ↗

— Julia Crane

#love #sweet #love

I thought it could be something, I mean, eventually." Harrison finally looks at us. "My life I thought-but I mean... it's nothing." "Don't cry" Grace says. "You have a lot of time." "No, I don't." "Yeah, you do." "No.-" "Yeah! Yeah, you do. It's okay. Look-" She does something that is so amazingly selfless and also gross. She tilts Harrison's face up and gives him a sweet kiss on the lips and it lasts long enough for him to taste her back, to move his mouth against hers. Harrison stares at her dumbfounded but he's stopped crying She is so nice. ↗

— Courtney Summers

#kindness #kiss #life #love #sweet