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  • #1
    Katie McGarry
    “I close my eyes at his intimate touch. It’s a slow movement, not one meant to seduce. It’s one to show how much he loves me, and I flatten my lips, fighting the urge to cry. Noah nudges me toward him and if it wasn’t for his hold, I’d drop like a house of cards.
    I fall into him, and Noah wraps me in his arms. “It’s okay, baby. We’re okay.”
    I cling tighter to him, because it doesn’t feel okay. For the past two months, life was good and easy and everything I dreamed it could be. Despite my efforts, the muscles at the corner of my mouth tremble. I wanted to be done with tears and with whispered comments thrown in my direction like knives and with this overwhelming sense that I’m less and that I’ll never belong.”
    Katie McGarry, Breaking the Rules

  • #3
    Frida Kahlo
    “I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.”
    Frida Kahlo

  • #4
    Ehsan Sehgal
    “Boys act, as honey bees; whereas, girls react as honey, which has a sweet taste; consequently, the outcome speaks clear and actual.”
    Ehsan Sehgal
    tags: honey

  • #5
    Akshay Vasu
    “She was one of those most beautiful poetries that I had written with all the love in my heart but never allowed the world to know about it.”
    Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

  • #6
    Akshay Vasu
    “She danced in the storms, sang with the chaos and more of all she wasn't the prey for her demons, she was the mother to them.”
    Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

  • #7
    “He wanted to tell her how much he preferred to look at her, that only by watching could he memorize her, and take her and possess her. He did not know how to explain that he could not touch better or more fully with his hands than he could with his eyes. Seeing encompassed all at once; a touch was limited to one spot at a time.”
    Jerzy Kosinksi

  • #8
    Steve Maraboli
    “The greatest love stories are not those in which love is only spoken, but those in which it is acted upon.”
    Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

  • #9
    Eden Butler
    “The only magic I ever really made was the love I had with you.”
    Eden Butler, Beg

  • #10
    Avijeet Das
    “She is lovelier than all the roses in the world.”
    Avijeet Das

  • #11
    Melanie A. Smith
    “I just want her to look at me and know that she's not just beautiful because of the strength she tries to project, but also because of the things she thinks make her look weak.”
    Melanie A. Smith, Everybody Lies

  • #12
    Leah Raeder
    “Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don't guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it's total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It's feral.

    And it's relentless.”
    Leah Raeder, Black Iris

  • #13
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

    And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.

    Sheridan Le Fanu

  • #14
    Joey Comeau
    “I live to feel her fingers move inside of me like this. The bus
    makes another stop. A fat man climbs aboard, hauling himself up the stairs. I would kill him for one more moment with her fingers inside me. I don’t have to. She gives me my moment for free. He lives because of her generosity. We all live because of her generosity.”
    Joey Comeau, The Girl Who Couldn't Come

  • #15
    Leslie Feinberg
    “Since I had no words to bring the woman I loved so much, I gave her all my tenderness.”
    Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

  • #16
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “I am still soft, and I can be like wax in your hands. Take me, give me a form, finish me.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Ewald Tragy
    tags: love, lust

  • #17
    Antonio Machado
    “Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt --
    O, marvelous error --
    That there was a beehive here inside my heart
    And the golden bees were making white combs
    And sweet honey from all my failures.”
    Antonio Machado

  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “With a chaste heart
    With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty
    Holding the leash of blood
    So that it might leap out and trace your outline
    Where you lie down in my Ode
    As in a land of forests or in surf
    In aromatic loam, or in sea music

    Beautiful nude
    Equally beautiful your feet
    Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
    Your ears, small shells
    Of the splendid American sea
    Your breasts of level plentitude
    Fulfilled by living light
    Your flying eyelids of wheat
    Revealing or enclosing
    The two deep countries of your eyes

    The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
    Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
    Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
    Burnished gold
    Fine alabaster
    To sink into the two grapes of your feet
    Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
    Flowering fire
    Open chandelier
    A swelling fruit
    Over the pact of sea and earth

    From what materials
    Agate?
    Quartz?
    Wheat?
    Did your body come together?
    Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
    The cleavage of one petal
    Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
    Until alone remained
    Astonished
    The fine and firm feminine form

    It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body
    Yet suffocate itself
    So much is clarity
    Taking its leave of you
    As if you were on fire within

    The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #19
    Mary Hogan
    “Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.”
    Mary Hogan, Pretty Face

  • #20
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #23
    Marquis de Sade
    “When she's abandoned her moral center and teachings...when she's cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor...when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure.....enticing from within this feral lioness...growling and scratching and biting...taking everything I dish out to her.....at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. ”
    Marquis de Sade

  • #24
    Marquis de Sade
    “Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.”
    Marquis de Sade

  • #25
    Marquis de Sade
    “Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy…Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.”
    Marquis de Sade

  • #26
    Marquis de Sade
    “...your service will be arduous, it will be painful and rigorous, and the slightest delinquencies will be requited immediately with corporal and afflicting punishments; hence, I must recommend to you prompt exactness, submissiveness, and total self-abnegation that you be enabled to heed naught but our desires; let them be your laws, fly to do their bidding, anticipate them, cause them to be born...”
    Marquis De Sade

  • #27
    Anne Brontë
    “But he who dares not grasp the thorn
    Should never crave the rose.”
    Anne Bronte

  • #28
    Lucy Jane Bledsoe
    “One time they held hands while walking along the lake. Their joined palms felt like a fuse in an outlet, as if their touch was the source of everything that mattered, as if by doing this, holding hands in public, they'd be able to make better photographs and write better stories. Make better love. The power of those few minutes of not hiding felt like it could fuel an entire country.”
    Lucy Jane Bledsoe, A Thin Bright Line

  • #29
    Sarah Waters
    “I barely knew I had skin before I met you.”
    Sarah Waters, The Paying Guests

  • #30
    Sarah Waters
    “She was like milk - too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to be spoiled.”
    Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

  • #31
    Sarah Waters
    “Words, hmm? They seduce us in darkness, and the mind clothes and fashions them to fashions of its own.”
    Sarah Waters, Fingersmith



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