Stella✨

“pseudo-French bakery”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“His pheromones tapped her pheromones on the shoulder and asked if they’d like to dance.”
― Sophie Hamilton, More Than Nothing

“Did you shower together?" Silas recoils in disgust. Baelfire gags. "Hell to the motherfucking no. The only way I'm ever going to be naked near this jackass in a shower is if you're naked between us. That, I could get behind. Or in front of. You'd get to pick, of course.”
― Morgan B. Lee, Shadow Heart

“I told him the story of the day I’d been mending pottery with one of the maids in the kitchen at Keramzin, waiting for him to return from one of the hunting trips that had taken him from home more and more frequently. I’d been fifteen, standing at the counter, vainly trying to glue together the jagged pieces of a blue cup. When I saw him crossing the fields, I ran to the doorway and waved. He caught sight of me and broke into a jog. I had crossed the yard to him slowly, watching him draw closer, baffled by the way my heart was skittering around in my chest. Then he’d picked me up and spun me in a circle, and I’d clung to him, breathing in his sweet, familiar smell, shocked by how much I’d missed him. Dimly, I’d been aware that I still had a shard of the blue cup in my hand, that it was digging into my palm, but I didn’t want to let go. When he finally set me down and ambled off to the kitchen to find his lunch, I had stood there, my palm dripping blood, my head still spinning, knowing that everything had changed.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone