ren ౨ৎ (rozanov's version)

“She put her face against Glinda's and kissed her. 'Hold out, if you can,' she murmured, and kissed her again. 'Hold out, my sweet.'
[...] It was astounding how quickly she became camouflaged in the ragamuffin variety of street life on the Emerald City. Or maybe it was foolish tears blurring Glinda's vision. Elphaba hadn't cried, of course. Her head had turned quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence. But the sting, to Glinda, was real.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“Lift your hips for me, love.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Why do you lie so much? And about the weirdest little things?", my mother always asked me. "I don’t know", I always said. But I did know. It was very simple. Because it was a better story.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny