#tuck

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#kacey-cleary #love #sweet #ten-tiny-breaths #trent-emerson

What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#k-a-tucker #kacey-cleary #kacey-trent #love #sweet

There's no more place in the euro zone for well-meaning laxness when dealing with deficits and failings. If the demands on Greece aren't taken seriously, we'll get stuck in quicksand. In the worst case, this would make it acceptable for one tranche to not be paid out. It is in the Greeks own interest not to test that. ↗

— Peer Steinbruck

#case #dealing #deficits #demands #euro

You love SITUATION COMEDIES, whilst holding particular affection for MUSTACHIOED FUNNYMEN. You know, your FOXWORTHIES, your FUNKES, your SWANSONS, but not necessarily your GALLAGHERS PER SE, because you have to draw the fucking line somewhere. ↗

— Andrew Hussie

#love

People who say that money can't buy happiness just don't know where to shop. ↗

— Kathy Lette

#kathy-lette #money #nip-tuck #shop #money

Nice tree," he says. That boy has unexpected depth. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#tucker-avery #unexpected

If no words come, you can always give him the finger. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#tucker-reese #perfect

Let us have the candor to acknowledge that what we call "the economy" or "the free market" is less and less distinguishable from warfare. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#economy

What if you were always stuck in one place, your mind spinning and unable to go forward like tires clenched in mud, because the answers wouldn't reveal themselves to you? ↗

— Will Lavender

#mind #stuck #obedience

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#clara-gardner #tucker-avery #victory