#rush

...his monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes.. ↗

— James Joyce

#wonderful-imagery #dreams

I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already did.” As we opened our doors to step out, he touched my arm. “Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#crushes #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

I stared you chew down your Swedish meatballs. I hope you could see how you chewed my heart then spit it out ↗

— Noor Iskandar

#food #secret #food

People appear like angels until you hear them speak. You must not rush to judge people by the colour of their cloaks, but by the content of their words! ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#cloaks #colour #content #crocodile-tears #deception

What If I still want to go?" "Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger." "There's always danger." His green eyes met mine. I was starting to see It, how It could happen-Caleb and me. ↗

— Anna Carey

#friendship #love #sci-fi #teen-fiction #friendship

Jerusha leaned forward watching with curiosity - and a touch of wistfulness - the stream of carriages and automobiles that rolled out of the asylum gates. In imagination she followed first one equipage, then another, to the big houses dotted along the hillside. She pictured herself in a fur coat and a velvet hat trimmed with feathers leaning back in the seat and nonchalantly murmuring "Home" to the driver. But on the door-sill of her home the picture grew blurred. ↗

— Jean Webster

#orphans #imagination

Sitting in the middle of my own constellation I can't imagine how I'll feel if you don't come. ↗

— Marisa Calin

#friendship #love #friendship

We stand in silence for another moment and I realize how lucky I am to have someone I can be myself around in all my melancholy glory. ↗

— Marisa Calin

#friendship #love #tough-times #friendship

I believe absolutely in my own free will and my own power to accomplish - and that is the belief that moves mountains. ↗

— Jean Webster

#jerusha-abbott #inspirational

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#crush #jealousy #repressing-emotions #school #jealousy