"You Have To Have Faith And You Have To Have Hope. Even If You Don’t Have Any Hope For Us, You Have

"Sometimes I imagine your Fingers in the Wind. Gently touching my Skin, braiding my wild Hair. But then I open my eyes, and it's been just the wind."

Seriously THIS

Sooo suddenly my iPad just decided to delete all my precious highlighted quotes in Books app for previous FOUR FUCKING MONTHS... and now I have to learn how to live with that.

Details: The Dying Gladiator, 1799, by Pierre Julien.

“The point at which I’m thanking the angels and the gods and the birds and the bees and sweet baby Jesus that she’s wearing this dress. If there’s one thing that can ease my guilt and allow me to focus solely on her for the time being, it’s this dress.

“Holy shit, Sky,” I say, kissing her madly. “God, you feel incredible. Thank you for wearing this dress. I really . . .” I kiss down her chin until my lips meet her neck. “I really like it. Your dress.” I continue kissing her neck and she tilts her head back, allowing me easier access. I drop my hand to her thigh and run it up under her dress. When I reach the top of her thigh I desperately want to keep going.”

Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover

This girl is my heaven.

With lips of an angel, the sweet

taste of mercy lingers. She has halos in her

eyes, and my heart beats to the sound of her wings.”

—Oliver Masters

Stay With Me by Nicole Fiorina

And let’s appreciate the new tattoo! Looks like birds flying out of the barbwire?

I always wondered why they’ve decided not to replicate the real tattoes from books... maybe because Hardin never explains their actual meanings 🤷🏻‍♀️

“I love them and I always will. I'll continue to cover my body in ink, expressing thoughts that I can't bring myself to actually say. Well, that's not really the case, seeing as they are random shit that have no meaning whatsoever, but they look all right, so I don't give a fuck.”

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“…The marker is still in her fist. I pry it from her fingers and she opens her eyes, just as I slip my fingers beneath the collar of her shirt. I pull it down, exposing the skin over her heart. I pull the cap off the marker with my teeth and then press the marker to her chest. I write four letters directly over her heart.

MINE

I put the cap back on the marker, and then I kiss her one last time before I turn and walk away.

It’s the most we’ve ever communicated and the least we’ve ever said.”

Maybe Now by Colleen Hoover