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..."Some people believe in God, a bearded man who lives in the sky. "We don't call them crazy, do we?"

Its giving Coco. You all seen that movie? It was absolutely one of my favorites.

My memories are running away from me, my love, like when you try to separate oil and water. I'm constantly reading a book with a missing page, and it's always the most important one.

When a star fades it takes a long time for us to realize, as long as it takes for the last of its lights to reach Earth.

The house had sought them out and now it had them, in its hands, in its claws. The second shelf was decorated with teeth. Molars filled in with black lead; then the canines.

Now Gaspar heard it too, though it was very faint, at a low frequency, like when the stereo was left on and it vibrated almost imperceptibly. It was as if colonies of bugs lived behind the walls, hidden under the paint. Tiny bugs, maybe winged. Night butterlies. Black bettles. He thought that any second now the paint, a very light canary yellow, would start to peel and let the bugs fly out.

There was something about her that had me addicted already, and I knew she could easily destroy my life with more of those smiles.

You have no idea what your touch was doing to me, making me throb for you....

Books can come close, but even those can't cover the depth of what you'll feel while completely surrendering yourself to another person to bring you what you need. A person who knows everything about you. A person who is so focused on your pleasure that they deny themselves to make it better for you.

This book is a masterart. 😭yk when a bolk is so good u don't want to hurry up and read it? This is that story. I don't want to leave Nalyindi and Cahokia and Sugi or Seren.🧞‍♀️💙

How could we find harmony when the world and we who lived within it were like an orchestra without a conductor, a jumble of melodies with no inclination of how the individual and collective pieces of our lives were supposed to fit together?

Taylor is next, and I find out he swings for the opposite team and prefers rugged men chopping wood. The man is an open book, not afraid to broadcast his likes and dislikes. "I like an ideal lumberjack, you catch my drift."

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But here, inside this rattling carriage, nothing holds me. Only the sky above, wide as eternity. The rush of wind, the groan of a leather harness, the smell of horseflesh and sweat. A world of earth and animals and stars. I don't know who I am without the chains of my old life.

My pulse quickens, not from fear alone. "And what do you see when you look at me?"
His reply comes with a bitter certainty, like an irrefutable truth he cannot abide.
"I see a little lamb standin' in a den of snakes."

"We can pick someone else right now," she insists with a dramatic swipe. "Look--what about Sage?"
Abby returns to the table to evaluate Briar's taste in future sister-in-laws "I love a botanical name."
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Her smell. Her smile. Her laugh. The way her nose wrinkled when he got too close and said something too snarky. The fire in her eyes when she was determined and even more so when she was angry. It made him want to fall to his knees and thank all the gods that came before him for the chance to even be in the same room near her. The bond in his heart that had frayed for years weaved itself back together when he had her

"Are you insinuating that I would lose to an overly feral little thing like yourself? Oh, gataki."

I'd gladly drop to my knees before you, gataki, but it would it be you who'd beg for a release.

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A man on his knees was a glorious sight, a man on his knees begging for his life, for his manhood-- that was pure bliss.

No, this was the pure silence that came with a run through a snowy wood, the calming silence that filled your mind as the rain poured down on your skin. A preternatural longing and bond of two people that could forever be content enveloped by one another.

"Really, Prince? Do they teach you nothing on Nexos? A bond between a human and their psychi is theirs alone to share. No one else deserves to know that part of our soul so intimately. You can go- get some rest before the sun rises once again-- I will make sure she wakes."
But even with Dafne there, watching Thalia as shs slept, Dimitris stayed until the rouge hue swept back into Thalia's lips...

Dimitris could not remember a time where someone didn't see him as just the pestering barnacle that latched onto wood.