R.

“In front of my mother and my sisters, I pretend love is cheap and vulgar. I act like it’s a sin–I pretend that love is for women on a dark path. But at night I dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb. I dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”
― Salma Deera

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“She is alone.
And oh
how brilliantly she shines.”
― Nikita Gill, Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty

“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild