" Afterward, you can’t settle on a song. You lean into the small glow of the iPod base, naked, spinning the wheel, looking for music that will open and take you as I have, as you have me. Music that won’t leave you alone, that won’t stop touching you until it’s had its say, until it’s had its way."
" Not all that long ago, it was considered dangerous to watch the moon alone for fear of bewitchment. Now, we don’t believe that. Now we just go mad, you and I, so far apart, each under our own moon."
“How can I say “We’re just friends” When I taste you in my dreams. Your honeyed savoriness on my tongue formed itself useful. You dance like an angel in the center of my pupils. Your song is exceptionally sweet and it humbles my spirit. Divulges me that we are all just hummingbirds vigorously, hunting for a melody. How I wish the breeze would carry me straight to your home.”
" How many kisses are our lips waiting to share? How frantic the need? "
“You have to penetrate a woman’s defenses. Getting into her head is a prerequisite to getting into her body.”
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep.. Slowly.. and then all at once. <3”~ John Green (via divinepics)
" When your eyes bore into mine and your muscles pulse under my fingers and our skins are joined together in sweaty, sticky enjoyment, I have only one desire left — to feel your heart beat against mine and be one with you."
“The thrill of seduction lies in the chase rather than the conquest. The excitement of wanting and pursuing someone gives a sense of satisfaction in itself. Those who thoroughly enjoy the chase are people with plenty of self-confidence and their belief in themselves increases the likelihood of success.”
“Reach out and touch someone.”
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
" We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."
"She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved."
I once dove into your heart. I carried you with me through the sea and time gobbled us up like h’ors d’oeuvres at a dinner party. If you could swallow my love whole, it would take you alive and turn you inside out before me.
“This, you see, is mine now. Always. Whenever I want. Mine.” Frightened at first, thrilled soon after. Concerned it would be too much, soon wondering if it could ever be enough. How one word becomes an encyclopedia all by itself. “Mine.”
" From the very first page, you’ve been here all along, haven’t you—folded and slipped between the pages of this novel I’m living… like a little love poem, waiting, waiting to be folded open, waiting for me to roll you down flat and read you… spill you from my lips word after word like syrup from a tapped tree."