Ariana

“I love you, Gideon.”

“God.” He looked at me with something that resembled disgust. Whether it was directed at me or himself, I didn’t know. “How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“You just see this”—he gestured at himself with a wave of his hand. “You’re not seeing the fucked-up, broken mess inside.”

I inhaled sharply. “You can say that to me? When you know I’m fucked up and broken, too?”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“Scars are proof we can can survive”
― Megan Hart, Dirty

“Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.”
― Walker Evans