#sv

I’ll tell you what love is. Love is walking up and down Archer Road in Gainesville, Florida and feeling like Cupid. Too bad the cops took issue with me hitch hiking with a bow and arrow. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #gainesville #humor #love #age

«And remember, diamonds are objects of infinite beauty, but it is with them that are forged the most lethal weapons,» the creature recited, disappearing. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

So close, so close at hand, so damn beautiful. Galadir breathed deeply of the sweet smell of her hair and stroked her cheek. Her skin was warm. No, it was boiling and slowly he withdrew his hand, trying to hide the burning sensation he felt. She stared at him with a look that let him out of breath. «I don't like women who want to lead, as you are.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

Vueno looked at Galadir from top to bottom. «I am afraid, however, he knows it. I see in you, young Prince, courage and boundless arrogance. But you will not go far, if you continue to get in my way.» «Yours is a road that I would refuse to take, Lady. I'd never prefere a gem to a diamond,» said Galadir, doing a little smile. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#courage

Well, as I was saying, it costs a lot to be authentic, madam. And one can't be stingy with these things, because you are more authentic the more you resemble what you've dreamed you are. - Agrado from "Todo Sobre Mi Madre ↗

— Pedro Almodóvar

#film #lgbt #lgbtqia #spanish #transgender

Instead of slapping her head, I do what they tell you to do: count to ten. Only I do it the gifted way: 123+456+789+10. When your sister has hurtled you swerving into the darkness, stranded you at a funeral home, and threatens to get you in trouble, just stop and count to 1,378 before you respond. ↗

— Jo Ann Beard

#sister #zanesville #home

Morwen was petrified. Galadir was getting closer. She could feel his breath, cold and accelerated. She imagined for a second like would be kissing him. A hazard too dangerous. And what if she could not stop? If by mistake, kissing him, she had bitten him? What if his blood was come down sweet in her throat? No. Too dangerous. With a quick movement, she stood up and walked away from the Prince. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#imagination

«Nothing,» added th Wizard. «We scoured Eltee and Kamin in the Land of Men and Ekus the outskirts of the Enthir Forest. You've looked everywhere. Majesty, I believe the time has come to regard her as lost or dead.» «She is not dead, nor she's lost somewhere. She is here, she hasn't left me. She can't.» Maithon planted his ice eyes in those white-yellowish of the Wizard. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#men

Det är en vacker stad. Men kall som is. Du kan leva ett helt liv här utan att få närkontakt med någon. Allt är planerat för att man ska slippa beröring med varandra. ↗

— Karl Ove Knausgård

#sverige #men

«At last I found you,» began the boy, bowing simultaneously mocking and respectful. Hurrichein snorted, planting his large eyes upon him. «Why this reverence, Prince? A little while ago you've pointed your sword at my throat,» she teased him. Galadir smiled, trying to restrain himself. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but his father had one last card to play. «The citizens of Thera are preparing a feast with dancing and food to celebrate the rescue of the Princess. My father would appreciate your presence.» «Your father or you, Prince Galadir?» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#food