#lights

Suffering is supposed to be the raw stuff of art. ↗

— Jay McInerney

#bright-lights #art

History's best thinkers eventually concluded that our flaws were too powerful to trust with freedom. Thus we've been groomed as hamsters in a wheel that benefits a laughing few. No more great works will be accomplished under the regime, because beauty is not democratic or profitable. ↗

— D.B.C. Pierre

#beauty

I know the consequences, Manon,” Ilyse conceded. “I know the fate you endured might one day be my own. But I refuse to be a prisoner for the rest of my life. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#courage #defiance #freedom #ilyse-charpentier #iron-will

Additionally, Adam’s room had an absolutely massive bed with a plump feather tick that she knew they would put to good use. “Shall we christen it now?” Adam whispered in her ear, his arms stealing around her from behind in spite of the footmen who were still busy bringing up their luggage. Skimming his lips over her cheek, he playfully caressed her nape in a way that never failed to drive her wild. “I could shoo them all out and lock the door. We wouldn’t even have to take off our clothes, I could just tumble you down and toss up your skirts. What do you say, wife, shall I tup you now, or would you rather wait until later? ↗

— Tracy Anne Warren

#mallory #tracy-anne-warren #wicked-delights #business

The lights are off and the sun if finally setting, the night sky is changing overhead ↗

— Tegan Quin

#heartthrob #lights-are-off #sara-quin #sky #tegan-and-sara

It's Not about trying to change the world, i'ts about trying not to be changed by it. ↗

— LIGHTS Poxlieter

#change

I’m not courageous. In fact, when I shadow box I wear boxing gloves that are outfitted with flashlights. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#courage #cowardly #flashlights #funny #humor

Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren’t. ↗

— Jay McInerney

#bright-lights #experience

I've been talking to myself a lot lately. I don't know what that's about, but my mother was the same way. She hated to make small talk with other people, but get her into a conversation with herself and she was quite the raconteur. She would tell herself a joke and clap her hands together as she let out a laugh; she would murmur to the plants as she watered them, and offer encouragement to the food as she cooked it. Sometimes I would walk into a room and surprise her as she was regaling herself with some delightful story, and I remember how the sound would dry up in her mouth. She stood there, frozen in the headlights of my teenage scorn. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#headlights #talking #food

...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me... ↗

— John Geddes

#knowledge #life #lights #mapless-life #moon