“He laughs and for some reason it sounds like I'm ringing the doorbell of the home I grew up in.”
― Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home
― Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home
“And I feel a body saddle up next to me. Feel it. Even though he's not touching me at all, I feel it in my bones. A curious, deep ache and a mild episode of SVT.
He leans against the bar. "How's the weather, Parks?”
― Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home
He leans against the bar. "How's the weather, Parks?”
― Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home
“How many loves do you get in a lifetime?
How many people do you get to call yours? There are all sorts of loves in this world, not all of them, but most of them are beautiful. Some are old, some noble, some brave. Others are dishonourable and weak and make you so by association. Some are a low whisper on a sombre night, some are maddening. Some you can’t ignore—they slow-burn inside of you, never quite going out completely but you’re too scared to dare try to fan that flame. Some loves you pretend you don’t feel, even when you can, even when you know you do, even if he’s the first thing you think of in the morning, even if he’s like a match in the darkened room of your heart—because loving something how you love him is a painful love that puts rocks in your pockets and melancholy in your eyeballs and if time has taught you anything it’s that it doesn’t matter. You’ll love him forever anyway.”
― Magnolia Parks
How many people do you get to call yours? There are all sorts of loves in this world, not all of them, but most of them are beautiful. Some are old, some noble, some brave. Others are dishonourable and weak and make you so by association. Some are a low whisper on a sombre night, some are maddening. Some you can’t ignore—they slow-burn inside of you, never quite going out completely but you’re too scared to dare try to fan that flame. Some loves you pretend you don’t feel, even when you can, even when you know you do, even if he’s the first thing you think of in the morning, even if he’s like a match in the darkened room of your heart—because loving something how you love him is a painful love that puts rocks in your pockets and melancholy in your eyeballs and if time has taught you anything it’s that it doesn’t matter. You’ll love him forever anyway.”
― Magnolia Parks
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”
― Persuasion
― Persuasion
“I am writing because they told me to never start a sentence with because. But I wasn't trying to make a sentence—I was trying to break free. Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”
― On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
― On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
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