#z

It sounds crazy, to think that I cared so much without ever talking to you. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#cared #crazy #love #love

What if I can't ever be who you want me to be? What if I keep letting you down? ↗

— Amy Reed

#crazy #love #young-adult #love

I want a trophy wife. I’ll keep her on the shelf next to my future Nobel peace prize. (I plan on inventing a gun that shoots love, not bullets.)
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— Jarod Kintz

#bullets #gun #invention #love #nobel-peace-prize

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gatsby #lonely #love #romance #love

Hands and lips and teeth, and you'd forgotten-no, you'd never known-this way of knowing someone, this dissolution of self, this autophagy. ↗

— Alaya Dawn Johnson

#zombies #love

There must have been something in the air of Gary that led one into economics: the first Nobel Prize winner, Paul Samuelson, was also from Gary, as were several other distinguished economists. ↗

— Joseph Stiglitz

#also #been #distinguished #economics #economists

I sat there listening to him talk and talk and I realised something really important. I thought I was in love with him for all those years but it turned out I was in love with the idea of William. The actual reality was a bit of an anti-climax. I thought, well, William would never shove the word WAG into pop songs to make me laugh and he wouldn’t bite the chocolate off chocolate-covered strawberries for me and he’d never, ever watch a film with Sandra Bullock in it, unless it was a Shakespeare adaptation and then he’d spend the entire film listing all the historical inaccuracies and he’d never go down on me for half an hour because he’d lost a game of Scrabble. Point of fact, I can’t imagine William doing anything that would mess up his hair, and he’s started popping the collars of his shirts and have I mentioned that he’s not you? He’s not you, Max, and that’s why I’m actually really pleased that he’s engaged and he’s moving to Warwickshire so I don’t have a constant reminder of what an idiot I’ve been. ↗

— Sarra Manning

#realizations #relationships #imagination

I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course. ↗

— Danielle Trussoni

#angels #love

I'm in love with a zombie boy ↗

— Natalia Kills

#zombie #love

... I looked through the car's rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny dry sponge. ↗

— Karen Tayleur

#heart #sponge #squeeze-dry #squeezed #wave