#tie

You just, barged in and flipped my entire world upside down,” he says, voice heated. “I didn’t know what to do. ↗

— Katie Klein

#jaden-mcentyre #katie-klein #love #parker-whalen #sweet

You remind me of a boy I used to know Same Smile, same easy, laid-back style And man, could he kiss Blew my mind the very first time His lips touched mine. You remind me You remind me of a boy I used to like. Same eyes, strong arms, same open mind And man, could he dance Arms around me, lost in a trance I'd hear his heart You remind me I'm scared of you How did you find me? Turn and walk away 'Cause you remind me You remind me of a boy I used to love Same laughter and tears, shared through the years And man, how he felt Made my bones more than melt He touched my soul. You remind me I'm scared of you How did you find me? Turn and walk away 'Cause you remind me ↗

— Malorie Blackman

#similarities #song-writing #love

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#intimate #love #tietjens #love

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#jessica-darling #love #marcus-flutie #love

From this point on in our lives, she had whispered to him earlier, we will either find or lose our souls. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #michael-ondaatje #romance #the-english-patient #war

He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #love

What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his! ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #valentine-wannop #love

Michael tousled my hair and said, "Remember, no more skateboards, right?" And then this gem: "If you ever break your arm skateboarding again..." He paused, flashing me a dimpled Charles Ingalls grin, which then suddenly disappeared. "I'll break the other one. ↗

— Alison Arngrim

#humour #love

This was the Karachi now – barbed wires protecting consulates, the pretentious covering themselves with faces of those who were hiding behind those barbed wires. This was Karachi – gaudy and luxurious, with a façade of glamor, ignoring the truth underneath. But Sophie was no cynic, and still loved the city she had returned to. ‘You can’t hate what’s yours,’ she smiled to herself. ↗

— Umair Naeem

#karachi #love

New York may end up being no more than a scrim, a spectral film that is none other than our craving for romance—romance with life, with masonry, with memory, sometimes romance with nothing at all. This longing goes out to the city and from the city comes back to us. Call it narcissism. Or call it passion. It has its flare-ups, its cold nights, its sudden lurches, and its embraces. It is our life finally revealed to us in the most lifeless hard objects we'll ever cast eyes on: concrete, steel, stonework. Our need for intimacy and love is so powerful that we'll look for them and find them in asphalt and soot. ↗

— André Aciman

#life