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We must not imitate that which we seek to create. ↗

— Georges Braque

#creativity #inspiration #art

No matter what a woman looks like, if she's confident, she's sexy ↗

— Paris Hilton

#self-confidence #sexy

Using your talent, hobby or profession in a way that makes you contribute with something good to this world is truly the way to go. ↗

— Simon Zingerman

#business #creativity #feel-good #good-hearted #goodness

You can’t be another person’s honesty, child, but you can be your own. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#love #relationships #love

I just want, she said when he’d finally broken down her defenses. And so had he. He’d wanted her to desire him, but truthfully, whether she knew it or not, any man’s tender arms would do. The woman was wounded and aching for love, and it didn’t matter who Adrian was, or that he was the one who held her. But it had mattered to him. His eyelids slid closed as he envisioned all the pleasure he could have shown her, if she hadn’t had the decency to decline. No toys or tricks needed for this one; just deep, primal fucking. Stripping away her inhibitions alone would have been erotic enough to test his endurance. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#shelby-reed #the-fifth-favor #love

The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man’s fingers inside her panties, inside her, a climax of unimaginable force trembling at the edge of her grasp. And the man who now plied her and played her…a prostitute. A gigolo. A beloved brother and son and uncle, and a suspect, with too many secrets and too much sexual prowess. A man she was falling in love with. The impossibility of it, the crazy, twisted potential swept over her, then ebbed, lost in the surge of unbelievable pleasure that built and built within her like strings drawn too tightly across a fine-tuned instrument. She would die from this, die and scatter into a million fragments and drift like dust on the wind. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#chris #shelby-reed #the-fifth-favor #love

Heath had been there to help her, letting her draw from his strength. Did she have enough strength to sustain him in the same way? ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love-come-to-me #lucy #love

Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other. ↗

— Anatole Broyard

#intimacy #resuscitation #sex #love

A cooperative spirit enjoys a better harvest. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#cooperation-and-attitude #enjoy #harvest #human #humanity

So many people are so terrified to be alone that they settle for a loveless relationship or stay trapped in a miserable one for months and even years on end. But as it turns out, alone means unique, unequaled, and unexcelled. Or in other words: Unparalleled. Unrepeatable. Unable to be imitated or duplicated. Brave. FABULOUSLY ORIGINAL. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#attitude #celebrating-your-single-life #fabulous #independence #independent-woman