“But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress; a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.”
— Charles Bukowski
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“A hand on my thigh. That is what I’m thinking about, most of the time. A hand slipping under my dress, the other holding the steering wheel, and me, upright in the passenger’s seat. Fearless. Always fearless in love, like I’ve had practice. Look, I know you’re sick of hearing about the skin of it all, but I’m not done being shameless with where I want to be touched. A hand pressed lightly against my neck. Lips grazing the apple of my bottom lip. Your name like a tongue over the ridges of my teeth. Your body like a downpour with me dancing underneath it.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Most of the Time
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy not rich; to listen to the stars and birds, to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, hurry never - this is my symphony.
William Henry Channing
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