Jasmine

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
― richard siken

“She was like milk - too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to be spoiled.”
― Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

“Love is something too abstract and indistinguishable. It is dependent we perceived and experienced by us. If we did not exist, it does not exist. And we are so changing ... Then love can only be too. Love ignites, passes away, breaks, breaks us, revives ... we revived. Love may be eternal, but not us, it makes us eternal ... Beyond our death, love that we awake continues to fulfill its way. ”
― Julie Maroh, Le bleu est une couleur chaude

“But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath