Jasmine Lexa

“This is how they were, bones broken and mended crookedly, each intertwined with the other. He though maybe you could love someone so much you ruined them, and then ruined yourself.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“Kiss me, then.' It burst out of him, frantic and feral. 'Kiss me.'
Thomas took Andrew's face in his hands, thumbs tracing his lips as he tilted his head down. Their lips almost touched, Andrew's swollen and crusted with blood, Thomas's warm and soft as a story.
Then he whispered, 'I am real. You are real.'
'Make me believe you,' Andrew said.
And Thomas kissed him, hard and fierce and merciless. All teeth and tongue as he took everything from Andrew and devoured him whole. Andrew's teeth sank into Thomas's lip until the old scab burst open again, and then it was impossible to do anything but breathe as one.
They were catastrophe, exploding.
Thomas pulled back and grabbed Andrew's face, rough and hard. He pressed their foreheads together. 'Do you feel this? I am here and I am here and I am here.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“Andrew lowered his head so his mouth was close to Thomas's ear. 'Wake up. I need you to tell me if we're real.'
Thomas didn't open his eyes, but his face had gone soft; all that fierce anger and lonesome fear slipped away.
'Kiss me,' he said, low and sleepy. 'Then you'll find out.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“Why should Christianity compensate for its torture of the Jews during the past two-thousand years from the pocket of Islam? Why should the West pay for its crimes from the empty pockets of the Middle East nations?”
― Pankaj Mishra, The World After Gaza: A History