georgia

“I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“Connor pinches her chin between his fingers, and he says, “Vous êtes enceinte.” You’re pregnant.

I spit out my water.

Just like that. One word. Enceinte. And my cover is blown.

Fucking fuck”
― Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower

“Whether it's men, women—it doesn't really matter. The human race is filled with passion and lust. And to coin terms like heterosexuality, homosexuality or even bisexuality makes no sense to me. You are human. You love who you love. You fuck who you fuck. That should be enough—no labels. No stigmas. Nothing. Just be to be.
But life isn't that kind. People will always find things to hate.”
― Krista Ritchie, Kiss the Sky

“Jane, who would you ship yourself with?” “Happiness,” Jane answers. “Is that the name of a bodyguard?!” someone shouts. “It’s a noun,” Beckett says with a what-the-fuck face.”
― Krista Ritchie, Lovers Like Us