#wil

We stand there for a moment, staring at each other, savoring it. And then all at once, we slam together. Mia's legs are off the ground, wrapped around my waist, her hands dipping in my hair, my hands tangled in hers. And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#gayle-forman #if-i-stay #mia-hall #romance #where-she-went

The results of each Brick and Blanket test are so unique to each person that I’d be willing to bet (with your money, of course) that if you lined up two monozygotic twins, two clones of John Cleese, and Newton and Leibniz, no pair of answers would be identical. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#twilight #love

Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#crime-fiction #drama #e-l-james #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey

She knew that she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in. Having Cecily about was a joy for Will; Tessa could see that when they sat together before the fire, speaking Welsh softly, and his eyes glowed; he had even grown to like Gabriel and Gideon, and they were friends for him, though no one could be a friend as Jem had been. And of course, Charlotte's and Henry's love was as steadfast as ever. The wound would never go away... the haunted look faded from his eyes, she began to breathe more easily, knowing that look was not a mortal one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

–¿Piensas que hay una oportunidad para él? –¿Una oportunidad para quién? –Will Herondale. De que sea feliz. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #magnus-bane

–Si Jem muere, no puedo estar con Tessa, –dijo Will. –Porque sería como si estuviera esperando a que muriera, o como si me diera alegría su muerte, si eso me permite tenerla. Y no seré esa persona. No obtendré beneficio de su muerte. Entonces, él debe vivir. –Bajó su brazo, con la manga manchada de sangre. –Es la única forma de que esto signifique algo. De otro modo es simplemente... –¿Algo sin sentido, dolor y sufrimiento innecesarios? No creo que ayude si te digo que ese es el modo en que es la vida. El bueno sufre, el malo florece, y todo lo que es mortal se muere. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #magnus-bane

A blanket could be drenched in water, frozen, and then enjoyed like a giant cotton popsicle by prisoners of a gulag, who might consider this a tasty treat compared to what they normally eat. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A blanket could be used as a duvet, in the fight against elitism.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes-- ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #funny #ilona-andrews #the-edge #william