#game

Well, with that filly in my line of vision blushing like a virgin, something in me was bound to stand at attention. And my walking legs were occupied. ↗

— A.G. Starling

#competition #contemporary-romance #game #love #sexy

Be careful of him Dai, whether you agree with me or not that boy is a time bomb just waiting to explode, and when he does he’s going hit everyone in his way including you . . . or especially you.-- Benjirou Uie warning Dai about Kane from "Game Boys ↗

— Rochelle H. Ragnarok

#gay #m-m #yaoi #love

Depression is a sign of strength – because it means no matter how weak your mind might be to you, your heart is still strong enough to feel, ↗

— Emma Hart

#depression #maddie #the-love-game #love

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm.... ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#catelyn-stark #mother #mothers-love #robb #son

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance: some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#memory #mind #mind-games #men

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that I’d stumbled across the kind of man I used to find irresistible, or that he’d managed to stare right inside my brain to locate my weaknesses. The thrill of being wanted while pretending not to be interested was a game I’d played over and over during my youth. I’d grown up since then. I’d done more than my share of getting mixed up with men who were all ego and muscles, and he reminded me exactly why I’d given them up. Unfortunately, my body hadn’t got the memo yet. ↗

— Kyra Lennon

#men

Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

#life #war #life

My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think. I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones. What is that noise? The wind under the door. What is that noise now? What is the wind doing? Nothing again nothing. Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing? I remember Those are pearls that were his eyes. Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head? ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#men

You call that a kiss? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#haymitch #movies #the-hunger-games #movies

They fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, and just when you think it's over, that's when the real fucking begins! ↗

— Conrad Van Orton

#the-game #movies