Cristina

“Shut up. For the love of Jesus fucking Christ on a moose, shut up. I'm trying to get off here."
He fell on top of me, howling with laughter. And, somehow, in that ridiculous tangle, his hand moving awkwardly against my cock as he snuffled hysterically against my ear, and me yelling at him, my body shaking with frustration, amusement, pleasure, bewilderment, so much bewilderment, I did, in fact, get off.”
― Alexis Hall, Glitterland

“O homem é do tamanho do seu sonho”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I’m not here because I’m broken. I’m here because I’m whole. Difficult, potentially undeserving, but whole. And I don’t need you, I just want you. I want you”—my voice had gone embarrassingly husky—“so fucking much. And—” Another breath, another breath. “—maybe I love you. Or could love you. Or might love you. Or may come to love you.” There was a dizzy rushing in my brain, as though I was about to faint or have a nosebleed. “Or whatever.”
― Alexis Hall, Glitterland

“I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.”
― Lillian Hellman