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The Female Assasin of the Great Song by Xiu Tang

A nobleman's guide to seducing a scoundrel - K.J. Charles

"Some people don't care to look past a disfigurement, or a difficulty, and that is their loss."

"When people are frightening, you want to please them."

Rufus's convictions were not the firmest thing about him right now.

He wished he could talk about the scar because without it, his lover would have been a very handsome man. With it, he was Luke.

If you're suggesting that a d'Aumesty, especially the earl, can't behave in an irrational and arbitrary manner, you haven't been paying attention.

"You've got a damned high opinion of yourself," Rufus remarked. "How many dead men was it, how many adults fighting over gold, and you think a thirteen-year-old boy made the difference?"

"You always put my wants, my desires first. You give, so much, and I just took, and that isn't right -"

"He's that way, Luke. Aunt Sybil says he's hard to love but it's not true. What's hard is making him see it when you do, because he's already decided you don't."

"Giving you what you want is what I want."

"You've done your best by so many people, and you ought not always be thinking what people want who never give a damn what you want."

Luke. Luke, his apocalypse. Half of Rufus wanted to shake him till his teeth rattled; the other half to hold him close and tell him it was all right, he was forgiven, he was wanted, he belonged. Rufus had no idea which course of action would be better. Maybe he should do both.

God of Fury: A Dark MM College Romance (Legacy of Gods Book 5) - Rina Kent

Am I too obsessed? I don’t think I am. This is pretty much a good amount, in my humble opinion.

I love it when his beast collides with mine in a f**ked-up symphony of violence.

Why would he be happy with me when I can’t stand myself most of the time?

“Bran, listen. Society’s perception of normal is a learned concept. It’s an opinion that was passed down through generations until it eventually became a tradition. It’s rooted in people’s minds because it’s been taught for a long time, but fundamentally, it’s just an opinion. It means nothing just because people conform to it. You being different is f**king fantastic, son. You’ve risen above their sheep mentality and you can choose to be proud of your difference instead of hating it. It might take time to shake off society’s perceptions, but that’s okay. I’m here. Your mum is here. Your whole family is here to help you. All you have to do is say the words.”

As he hangs on to me as if I’m his only anchor, I know that I’ll never let him go.

Not even if I burn with him.

For him.

In him.

I’d willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to.

Unlike me, he has nothing to hide.

Unlike me, he owns everything about himself, faults and mental issues included.

And for once, I want to rip a page from his book and be as open as he is. As forward as he is. Even if it’s only this time.

“The drug in me is you.”

“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us”

But that’s the thing about hope, it exists to be crushed.

I hate me enough for both of us

The sad truth is that seeing Lan's face is the only way I can see my face looking peaceful.

There are 2 things that scare the fck out of me - my image in the mirror and Landon.

She's so toxic, it makes drugs look like unicorn rainbows.

Of course he's done something illegal. His existence itself should be illegal.

After all, love is just an illusion made up by empty people who crave companionship.

To catch a firefly - Emmy Sanders

But words, for me, have never been easy. They don’t always come out right, as if having to wade through a bog from my brain to my mouth, and it’s exhausting having to constantly make that journey. People don’t often like to wait for me to get it right, and I’ve learned it’s easier to stay quiet. Besides, the important people understand me anyway.

“But we’re not done,” he says vehemently, stepping into my space. “We’ll never be done. Me and you, we don’t have an ending.”

“Not everyone is going to understand you, Ellis. But it’s not your job to make them.”

Even still, he’s always there for me.” “He’s your anchor,” Danil says quietly.

“No,” I whisper, my eyes lifting to the full moon. “He doesn’t fight the tide. He controls it.”

Attraction can be swift, instantaneous and all-consuming, like wildfire. It can be slowly crafted and tended to over time, an ever-changing canvas, brush strokes built over one another until the picture is clear. It can be lost, I think, for some.

I’ve always preferred my own company to others’. It’s easier when I don’t have to worry about my words not coming out right. Or not coming out at all.

How would I explain my heart doesn’t know how to beat for anyone but him?

There are strings connecting us, so many of them. I don’t think we could ever be unraveled.

“Have you ever wanted someone so much,” I say slowly, “that it feels like your atoms are vibrating when you’re away from them? Like you’re half of a whole, and your body knows it. And until you’re in their arms again, every single piece of you is straining toward them because…because they’re your home. They’re part of you. Your beginning and your never-ending. How? How do I move on from that?”

But I’m not about to waste any more time away from the one person who has always felt like my port. The person I return to, time and time again. The one I come home to. Because he is. Ellis is home to me.

“All the life in you,” he says simply. “That’s what I see.”

I promised myself I would never hold you back. I break and bend old jars for you because I won’t ever trap you in glass. You’re my firefly, and you deserve the life you’ve always strived to live. You won’t lose me just because you’re gone. I’ll always be here waiting. I just ask that you come back to me.

“You may not say a lot, but your eyes have always told me everything I needed to know.”

when we’re together, all I can see is blue. He’s blue, and our story is washed in it. It’s waterfalls and a quick beating heart. It’s starlit skies and the feeling of home. It’s paint, splashed across the floor, a messy declaration of loyalty. It’s the look in his eyes, both familiar and exciting. It’s a million shades of relief and compassion, understanding and trust. It’s all the memories that bind us together. It’s cool and quenching, and it burns like nothing else.

Blue is love. To me, it’s love. And that’s always been Lucky.

Because I also love. I love deeply and with my whole heart. And that, quite frankly, is more important than any other phenomena I could capture with my lens. Love moves mountains. It moved me.

"Trying to picture myself as a teenage girl is like staring at the sun, too bright to see, and it hurts." - Too Bright to See, Kyle Lukoff

This line beautifully captures the emotions of a transgender person.

“It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

Husband Material - Alexis Hall

At last I found an empty bench and collapsed on it like a sack of deeply shitty potatoes - the kind that have been left in the kitchen too long and are getting weird knobbly things growing out of them.

I was too shocked to be angry, too angry to be depressed, and too depressed to be shocked.

That was the problem with dating a good person. They got their ethics all over you.

Miles deserved to marry a man with sponsored vows.

I was fine. Well. Fine-ish. Fineoid. Definitely heading in the fineular direction. Maybe.

"Wouldn't want to call a chap a chap when a chap was actually a chapess. Fearfully bad form to go around mis-chapping chaps, isn't it?"

Oh my God, I'd walked into the lair of the riddling jeweler. Any second now he was going to say, My first is in diamond, but isn't in heart.

But when it became clear I wasn't going away anytime soon, they'd come to accept me the way one might accept a piece of spinach between a dinner guest's teeth. They knew I was there but, for the sake of their continued happiness, pretended I wasn't.

I was increasingly convinced weddings were just an elaborate cycle of vengeance that had got really out of hand. Some pair of selfish bas**rds had forced their friends to come to a tedious party two thousand years ago, and their selfish ba**ard friends had decided to pay them back by forcing them to come to a tedious party, and then some wholly independent group of selfish bastrads had built an industry around it and here we were. An eye for an eye leaves the world overpaying for table settings.

One day I wanted someone to look at me the way Rhys looked at hypothetical free chips.

In my experience, hoping someone who'd been letting you down for years would suddenly stop letting you down was a recipe for really bad feels.

"If they gave a medal to the most selfish altruistic person in the world, Christopher would win it and then not show up at the ceremony."

"Naff thing: Your pain matters, even if other people have it worse."

"It's not your job to make being with you convenient for me. Just like it's not my job to make being with me convenient for you."

When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. --Franklin D. Roosevelt

Before you give up, take control of the situation and try again. I believe that this saying also applies to relationships.