Ash Tull-Cochrane

“The fear in my soul is cold, lonely and desolate. It creeps through my body, starting in my stomach then rolling outward."
Rye, Today Only”
― D. Love

“Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to hell with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!”
― Armistead Maupin, More Tales of the City

“These hands," he squeezed them both on my face to make his point, "will never touch you without being gentle. Unless that's not what you want, of course." His eyebrow lifted waiting for me to balk, but I just waited. "These arms will never hold you back, but I'll hold you as tight as you'll let me. I can't wait for you to be all mine. You belong to me in every way, Maggie. Mine." I nodded in his hands. He leaned closer and whispered, "Say it."
I didn't wait a beat. "I belong to you." And he belonged to me.
He grinned. "You're daggum right you do.”
― Shelly Crane, Independence

“The world is a story we tell ourselves about the world.”
― Vikram Chandra