Lily

“Hunger, Red—to sate a hunger or to stoke it, to feel hunger as a furnace, to trace its edges like teeth—is this a thing you, singly, know? Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open, break a new thing out? Sometimes I think that’s what I have instead of friends.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“You’re beautiful,” I told her. The fountains’ jets bubbled around us.
“You’re foxed,” she said.
“You stare at me sometimes, too. I see you sneaking glances.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“I could fall in love with a plastic bag if it paid me some attention”
― Florence Welch, Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry