#kale

Nearly all the Brazilian supporters are wearing yellow shirts - it's a fabulous kaleidoscope of colour. ↗

— John Motson

#colour #fabulous #kaleidoscope #nearly #shirts

Busy days galore...thoughts in a kaleidoscope of dervish dances. ↗

— Al Cash

#dance #dervish #kaleidoscope #thoughts #business

He didn’t operate on the same frequency as everyone else. On one hand, he was more dangerous than anyone I’d ever met. He could slip into a room, kill you with a spatula, and be out of town before anyone knew about it. On the other, he was the most pure, untarnished soul I’d ever come across. It was an odd mix so uniquely Kale, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#change

He stepped around me until he and Kale were nose to nose. Even though I knew it was the remnants of the storm, I could almost imagine the lightning overhead as sparks rising from the shoulders of each boy. Clashing Titans ready to fight to the death. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#death

„This is what people do here?” „It's a little more complicated than that.” „Everything seems complicated here,” he grumbled. „That"s life,” I laughed. „Life is complicated.” „And that's good?” I nodded. „That's good. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#kale #life

I love you," he said. [...] "Just you. Only you. Always you. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#love

I think I understand that now. I think I love you. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#love

At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. ↗

— Jean Houston

#height #into #kaleidoscope #laughter #new

There is an empty space in my heart. It weighs me down and each step I take through life gets harder and harder, I realize now that I am no longer the man she once knew, but a bitter and hollow replica of him, unworthy of her love. ↗

— Inger Iversen

#life

I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other. “Are you sober ” I asked from the doorway. He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. “I am." “Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you.” I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. “You cook" Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. “Yes ” he said. “I cook.” “Do you usually wear a wife beater and ” I pushed him back a little by his shoulder “an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it ” He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. “I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it. ↗

— Myra McEntire

#humor #kaleb-ballard #humor