lemon

“Tego najbardziej nie lubię u ludzi - zimnej ironii. To bardzo tchórzliwa postawa; wszystko można obśmiać, poniżyć, w nic się nigdy nie zaangażować, z niczym nie poczuć się związanym. Być jak impotent, który sam nigdy nie zażyje rozkoszy, ale zrobi wszystko, by obrzydzić ją innym.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“I wasn't in the habit of confessing my sapphic proclivities as a sin, since I didn't consider them to be one, but my idolatry of Carmilla definitely counted as something worth confessing.”
― S.T. Gibson, An Education in Malice

“I just watched. I watched his shoulders shake, and his eyes swell, and blood dribble down his chin. He looked up at me, like I was supposed to do something. The transition from being hurt to hurting was natural. Even though I didn’t really know why he’d started crying – it felt like something I did. It felt like being a great big black widow and realising that all the male spiders were tiny and weak and covered in soft vulnerable bits, whereas I had this hard, shiny thorax and great big teeth.”
― Eliza Clark, Boy Parts

“Some ineffable piece of me had gone, rewritten by her touch, and what had been stolen was patched by a piece of her, some bit of her heart I had unknowingly taken with me.”
― S.D. Simper, Carmilla and Laura