Lucía ✧₊∘

“I’ve loved your daughter for six years,” Joey finally broke his silence by saying. “I can easily love her for another eighteen.”
― Chloe Walsh, Redeeming 6

“Hay una larga historia de soledad en la literatura. De la soledad como requisito previo para amar. Casi como si realmente no pudieras amar a alguien a menos que hayas estado solo y sin amor durante mucho tiempo. Al menos, si eres mujer. Casi como si este prolongado tiempo a solas fuera una purificación, prepara a una chica para ser digna del amor de un hombre. Piense en los mitos griegos, la Odisea : Calypso bailando hechicería sola en su isla, Penélope esperando veinte años a que regrese su marido errante.”
― Alisson Wood, Being Lolita

“Um, and this is….Ilya. Rozanov. You probably know that.”
“Hi,” Ilya said.
“And he’s been…visiting. He’s…we’re, um…”
What were they, exactly? It occurred to Shane that he and Ilya hadn’t even figured out what label they were comfortable with.
“Lovers,” Ilya offered.
Fuck, way to choose the grossest possible word, Ilya.
Well, there was no going back from that word. Shane could only wait for the aftermath.
“But…you hate him,” Mom said.
“No, I…don’t. I mean. Sometimes I do, kinda. But mostly I..love him. Actually.”
“You..what?”
― Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry

“I pick it up and pour out a set of seven dice. A little gasp escapes me as I take them in. I’ve never thought of dice as something that could be beautiful or personal, but these are.”
― Kristy Boyce, Dungeons and Drama