Wlw Quotes

“I fell in love with you the day that I met you, and then I fell in love with the person you remembered you are. I got to fall in love with you twice. That’s— that’s magic. You’re the first thing I’ve believed in since— since I don’t even remember, okay, you’re— you’re movies and destiny and every stupid, impossible thing, and it’s not because of the fucking train, it’s because of you. It’s because you fight and you care and you’re always kind but never easy, and you won’t let anything take that away from you. You’re my hero, Jane. I don’t care if you think you’re not one. You are.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“What do you want?
I want to stop living in fear. I want to stop coming up with excuses about why I'm not interested in dating. I want my family to know me. I want to get to learn more about Lisa. I want to stop feeling like everything I am is inadequate or makes me unworthy of love because of something I can't help.”
― Sara Farizan, Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel

“I don’t believe doing something in front of everybody makes it more meaningful, anyway. If anything, it makes it stop belonging to you.”
― Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

“You were the only one it could be.”
― Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

“She’s glad it’s Shara. Nobody else would have felt important enough.”
― Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

“And a naïve part of me thinks that since we have made it this far, we will make it forever. If we existed for even a second, we could exist eternally.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“Last night I spent in her arms - and tonight I hate her - which being interpreted, means that I adore her; that I cannot lie in my bed and not feel the magic of her body. I feel more powerfully all those so-termed sexual impulses with her than I have with any man. She enthrals, enslaves me - and her personal self - her body absolute - is my worship.”
― Katherine Mansfield, Journal of Katherine Mansfield

“Under my pillow is an old scrap of paper, where Susannah has scribbled,
I love you x
The thrill of it makes me cry, because I'm not allowed to love her back.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“That kiss didn’t start something. It ended every version of me that came before her.”
― Aya Canicosa

“Under the counter, I reach for Amira’s hand and give it a light little squeeze to tell her everything will be okay. Unfortunately, there was no way to know how wrong I was.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“between us. “What’s wrong?” I’m already moving, working to put more hot dogs in buns. “Soda machine is being stupid,” I say. I try to brush it off like it’s a silly thing, but I’m not sure I hide my growing fear that something’s wrong. “What else do you need? For food, I mean.” I can feel her eyes on me as I put one of the hot dogs into a container and pass it to one of the guys.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“Amira looks up from the register and glances between us. “What’s wrong?” I’m already moving, working to put more hot dogs in buns. “Soda machine is being stupid,” I say. I try to brush it off like it’s a silly thing, but I’m not sure I hide my growing fear that something’s wrong. “What else do you need? For food, I mean.” I can feel her eyes on me as I put one of the hot dogs into a container and pass it to one of the guys.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“I rush over, directly back into the spray, and grab her hand, holding her steady as she gets up.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“Amira holds on to me for balance and reaches out with her other hand to try to grab the tube while Danny does the same below.

I help Amira back down, and we all take stock of the damage.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“Although she addresses all of us, her eyes lock with mine, and I can already tell what she’s thinking.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“She looks to me, her eyes finding mine. “What do you think?” Everyone turns to me and I freeze. I don’t do parties. Amira knows I don’t do parties. So, why on earth is she asking me?”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“Amira and I have told no one that we’ve gone from friends to more, but I think I’m ready to, and tonight may be the perfect time. We can tell everyone all in one swoop. All I need to do is run the plan by Amira, but I’m sure she’ll be down with it. Our moms will be annoying about the whole thing, but I think it’ll be better to just have everything out in the open. Still, the nerves about tonight have me second-guessing everything, especially what I’m going to wear. It’s taking me way too long to get dressed and Ma notices.”
― Zakiya N. Jamal, If We Were a Movie

“Mom looks up, asking the ceiling why I couldn't just be going around sneaking cigarettes and sneaking boys up to my room like a normal girl.

I say nothing.

Johnny asks my parents what decade they're from.

Dad states the year he was born and asks what that has to do with anything.

Mom says Johnny needs to shut up right now.”
― M.E. Girard, Girl Mans Up: A Lambda Award-Winning YA Novel About Gender Identity and Self-Acceptance

“Because something in me already knew, Love doesn’t always show up with a warning.

Sometimes it just lands, and everything before it stops making sense.”
― Aya Canicosa, Of Chasing Raindrops

“I wasn't just looking at photographs. I was walking through the aftermath of loving her.”
― Aya Canicosa, Of Chasing Raindrops

“It all ground to a halt, and instead of the new lies, she fell into direct contact with a raw fact: She was a girl in love with a girl. It was overwhelming. It was all she had ever hoped for.”
― Torrey Peters, Detransition, Baby

“This face. This face right in front of me. The face you've shown me, the fact that you kissed me. I know it. I know you [...] I know exactly who you are. There are other versions of you that I don't know. But this one [...] This one is mine.”
― Tasha Suri, The Jasmine Throne

“Beth clutches at Gwen’s skirts unwilling to be parted from her even with the threat of discovery looming around them. She’d let the whole world watch for another minute pressed against these aging barrels with Gwen’s lips on hers.”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“There’s no going back from that moment. What she feels for Gwen, she will never feel for anyone else. It is singular and beautiful and she wants more of it. More of Gwen’s hands, and her lips and her time and her affection...”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“The two of them left standing in the innermost circles of their hoop cages, arms around each other even as their hips remain two feet apart. They separate and stand straight, taking each other in for the first time. It’s just them in their drawers, chemises, and stays, and Beth feels a change in the air. Gwen holds out a hand and together they step out of their hoops and shuffle close to the bed.”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“She sucks on Gwen’s bottom lip as she roughly tugs open the front clasps on Gwen’s corset, smiling at Beth’s startled gasp and laugh. She didn't know women could be rough together, could be playful together, could be heated and wanting and clutching together until Gwen kissed her at the party and now- now she’s about to learn all the other things they could do together.”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“Now she wants them together on Gwen’s absurdly plush bed. She wants to know what Gwen tastes like- everywhere.”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“Saying her name, I feel the whole of her pass through my mouth, out between my teeth, across my lips, into the cabin of the truck, out the window, into the blue sky. My first and only love. Leaving me. And I know, somehow, that I won't say her name again. Because it hurts too much to yearn for a return.
I resign to her leaving my body, feeling that this is enough, to be witnessed by Dave, in the here and now, to have someone in this big wide world know that I loved her. That I loved her. That it was real.
I loved her so much, I say.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs

“(...) when we are outside, I learn the sick pleasure of almost kisses, of side glances and wanting smiles. I learn how pining starts between the thighs and spreads outwards, stomach clenched and fingers feeling like shallow light because all the blood is rushing out of them. And it's not that I haven't yearned before. This feeling has been long deep in me, but that now it is swollen with promise and fully realised.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs

“I think sometimes of the "closet", the place, the word and its attachments. A closet, after all, is a small space. It exists within a home, but it is starved. There is no light in there, no air, no room to fuck, no place to sleep. It is safe, for a time, perhaps. But a body in there will erode. Until its flesh is all gone and it becomes a secret of bones. To come out is to escape the secret, to stretch your limbs and bathe your skin in light. Sometimes. Because to come out can also be a sharper death, a quicker death. Total obliteration.

Either way, to come out is always the end of something.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs