Christina

“The hearts I make are shattered, but whole. They’re kaleidoscopes that beam under the sun. They signify hope in love when you’ve lost it because, like love, you can look at a kaleidoscope a thousand different ways and find something new every time. Shattered or not, if you look carefully enough, you’ll find something beautiful in them, and all beautiful things are a little broken.”
― Claire Contreras, Kaleidoscope Hearts

“You have to teach your heart and mind how to sing together... then you'll hear the sound of your soul”
― Renee Carlino, Sweet Thing

“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.
“Who you got?” I ask.
“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.
“Um, Will?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost my feet.”
“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t find my feet.”
Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!”
― Kristen Proby, Play with Me

“I’m a little dirty,” he said huskily, running his hand up and down the outside of one of her thighs. “I washed up but should have showered. Didn’t expect this.”

“You probably should have expected this.” Her voice sounded a little breathless.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes darkening. “I probably should have.”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “I’m washable.” Images of showers and soap bubbles tripped through her mind and she hoped through his as well.

He gave her a little grin. “Good to know. Means I can get you really dirty.”

Juliet felt her breathing quicken. She put her hand against his face, over his scar. “I really want that.”

Sawyer slid a hand up her back and into her hair. He urged her closer until her lips were nearly against his. “Me, too.”
― Erin Nicholas, Beauty and the Bayou