Bl Quotes

Beautiful is sick, so we’re here to smother her back to health.

It was a hate crime.” Jess looked at Ric and back at Blayne. “You mean they attacked you because you’re bl—” “A hybrid. Exactly!

Pull something out and show me.” I said thoughtlessly. Isaac started snickering, Ethan joined in. Asher was holding back a laugh, his cheeks turning pink. I thought about what I said and started laughing. There are just some things you can’t say in a room full of guys.

Don't wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there... and switch the bl**dy thing on yourslef!

Wait a minute, I thought all girls liked those tragic love stories?" Isaac asked as we turned down another hall. "I guess I'm weird." I shrugged. "I prefer a good happy ending to a story, there are enough tragic ones in real life.

To be able to stay beside a beloved one is the special privilege of a friend.

Even if you hate it or whatever, I'll never let go of you. If you run away, I'll probably come after you and lock you up. -Usami

Some days just being alive is the best you get, but there’s always tomorrow.

The moment you challenged me, you had already lost. -Usami

He saw his God crying, Chu Wanning... he was crying.

The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can’t move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember.

How much more love do you need for you to accept me?-Takano

Your God will always be with you Ben, but remember, sometimes a man must take God's will into his own hands. When a Goddess becomes blind to you, you must make her pay attention; you must make her eyes see you.

Confinement is not a part of your destiny. Your life purpose is to take the totality of your negative experiences, roll them up into one, and use them positively to lay the foundation for your destiny.

I learned long ago that no matter how much you loathe a past love, some small piece of you will always belong to them.

And aren't we all just one heartbreak away from complete and total destruction?

Dumfuck Author, Dumbfuck Novel!

To be loved out of sympathy is more devastating than to be rejected. -Shinobu

No, pause! I just went into totally stupid girly virgin mode!! ~Takahashi Misaki

Because once you find what you love, you need to let it consume you and then completely kill you. I dare you to find someone who needs you more than I do. Who wants you more than I do.

The pain... the pleasure... and the shame all drive me crazy.

Only since meeting you have I rediscovered how simple it is to be happy

Reality is such pain. And for those of us who get fed up with that kind of reality, we simply choose to make a new one. We create little walls, and separate the trash from the stuff we like, and when that’s all done we keep the things we care about and kick the rest to the curb. You’d be amazed how well it works! A whole world made out of just moe, tsundere, and BL it’s the best discovery ever! If you ask me that really it the best way to separate reality, from fiction.

Big results require big ambitions. ~ Heraclitus

. “Everyone has a dark side, Zeke; the key is not to let it make you its bitch.

Upon Hirotsugu’s birth, the Fujiwara clan made great plans for his future, and I watched from my throne of skulls behind the kagerō veil and laughed and laughed and laughed.

kUrApIkA iS nOw DrOwNinG iN An InDeScRiBaBlE emPtInEsS...

You have a boyfriend and you still don't want to watch a love story?" Cece's voice had an edge of snide to it. Stay calm, Lexie. I looked at her and said with a straight face. "I will not eat them in a house, I will not eat them with a mouse, I will not eat them in a box, I will not eat them with a fox. I will not eat them here or there I will not eat them anywhere." [...] "Ah, ah, ah man, Red just quoted Dr. Seuss!" [...] "In an argument" [...] "And totally won.

The only thing I really want out of my career is to change the course of just one person's life for the better. If I can do that, then I know I'll be happy

Her lips write silent poetry upon mine.

There was no concept of good or bad within those two grey men that night, only green, as in currency they were soon to secure for these clandestine exploits.

Where do we go from here?" whispers Ben. Hell.

...my life is the train wreck. You, my dear, are the conductor on the Hot Mess Express

这一夜很长，但我会陪着你，愿你有好梦，有火，有灯。 还有家。

Girls are…kind. Tender. They’re pretty and they smell good. They give me life. They’re all like precious goddesses. I can’t have such impure feelings for them

I used to think demons were the ultimate evil, but they’d just eat your soul. Humans on the other hand… they’d tear you apart, piece by piece. Those were the real monsters.

The world is like a giant Alcoholic whining day to day about what others are doing. Instead of of living harmoniously and individually for Good Orderly Direction. If we have faith in our God, than why should we care how others are living their lives?

Playlist 1. Wild Honey - U2 2. Like Real People Do - Hozier 3. Colorblind - Counting Crows 4. Oh Darling - Gossling 5. Breathing Underwater - Metric 6. Let It Die - Foo Fighters 7. I’m Sorry - Imagine Dragons 8. Fools - Troye Sivan 9. Don’t Mess Me Around - Clare Maguire 10. Heal - Tom Odell 11. Unbreakable - Jamie Scott 12. I’m The Man Who Loves You - Wilco 13. Creep - Radiohead

I have a life, I have a future. I’m going to live long enough to enjoy student loan debt.” Miles chuckled. “And you’re happy about debt?” “Yep,” I said. “I’m happy that I’ll be alive to pay it back.

Simon presses his lips against mine. This dance we share is as natural as breathing. But this isn't just a kiss. Our tongues mesh together, silently writing the opening lines of a novel and I feel it...I feel him on a completely different level.

The old Ivy feared parental reaction from each tiny act of defiance. But the new Ivy says, "Fuck 'em all!" a sentiment that Rachel will surely appreciate. My new motto? Be who you are and own that shit-because only with true self-acceptance comes peace and joy.

Simon traces his fingers up my spine, touching bone after bone like he’s holding the individual beads of a rosary in silent worship.

He winked at her, his eyes twinkling in recognition. Lilith laughed. Holy hotness, Batman!

Art is a rabbit hole, where one can loose or find himself.

But you know, taking care of someone else means that you need to take care of yourself.

Some days alive is the best you get. But, there’s always tomorrow.

Money, jobs... they come and go. But your life? You gotta live that.

You always feel like something is missing when you finish a book, even when the story has a perfectly happy ending.

I fall into this kiss… Fall into him… Fall for him.

I am a breather and a thinker. I am a living being energized by the sun, and I am just another sophisticated plant living on Mother Earth, there to remind you that you are too.

I don’t mind. I would rather love your broken pieces than the whole pieces of anyone else.

The heart never feels remorse for falling in love.

Your thing is poking me!!

It’s going to be alright.” I nodded. Sure, it was. And hell was just a sauna.

We loved each other and that's no laughing matter. She should have never made me put a bullet in her head. Our love made that so.

But when I gave bl0w jobs to my ex, I secretly hated it. What’s pleasant about sucking on a stiff, veiny appendage that spurts pee and sperm?

And that grass is probably greener because it’s fertilized with a bunch of shit.

How about you burn me, then shovel me until I'm broken into many pieces and store me in a box to keep in your pocket. When you sleep, put it under your pillow and don't forget to bring me with you when you go out. I'll definitely bless and protect you so you can earn big money… Okay, in winter I'll wrap you in cotton and stuff you in my pocket, you delicate thing.

Because we are spiritual beings having a human experience, as much as we are human beings having a spiritual experience, I have decided to let that duality takes his rightful place in my every day life.

He grits his teeth and moves forward. He doesn't know any other way. No one has taught him nothin'. He's on a continuous countdown clock with confronting his chaotic past and this time his ghosts have met him in his nightmares.

It was a painting of a wolf pack prowling toward the front of the canvas. All five wolves were highly detailed. Each different from the next. At the center a large wide black wolf with blue eyes showed its fangs. To his right, a tall lean gray and brown wolf that was built for speed. Next to him, a tan and white wolf that had a more playful look on its face. To the left of the black wolf was a gray one, tall, majestic, certain. Next to him was another dark gray wolf with haunted eyes. It was the best painting I’d ever done.

Every relationship, no matter how strong you believe it to be, is actually quite fragile. Those little cracks in the foundation of any relationship, be it a tiny white lie or something more, is enough to cause your world to come crumbling down when you least expect it.

I don't mean to step on anyone's toes, and I don't mean to seem arrogant, but if you want to be foreverly remembered as anything great you have to live your life alone, hated, ignored, and character assassinated, and if you believe this to be true than you truely are a hater.

Care if I cut in?” Asher asked. Jake grinned wickedly. “Asher, you already had your chance. I’m with Derrick now,” Jake chided. I snickered as Jake let go of me and turned to Asher. “But I guess I can make an exception. Just this once.” Jake went to grab Asher to dance with him. Asher batted his hands away playfully. “Don’t make me tell Derrick!

Stop!” Isaac shouted dramatically. Both Mira and I spun around. Riley was in the waiting area shaking her head. Isaac was standing in the doorway still in his PJ’s. “Don’t cut that wench’s hair!” He puffed up his chest. Ethan gave him a shove from behind so he could come inside. Ethan was also still in his pajamas. I bit back a smile as they came over.

The box was filled with a heating pad, painkillers, several pints of cookie dough ice cream, different kinds of chocolate and all my favorite junk food. There was even a variety box of tampons. My eyes burned. The guys… Something started waving from behind the blazer. A white flag. Someone, probably one of the twins, waved the makeshift flag in surrender.

Be who you are and own that shit

A purely punitive approach to life accomplishes nothing. When one of us redeems himself, we are all stronger.

I loved ballet because it translates so harmoniously the dual relationship between beauty and pain.

And if I told you we are just detached particles of the Sun, incarnated as enlightened consciousness... Would you follow me into the fire?

No matter how it ends, how it goes, no matter who we loose..." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "I will never regret knowing you, not for a second.

It's enough to put a man on his knees, but I kneel for no man, do you?

He is emotionally laid out in defeat, on his shield, to be laid out at her feet.

I know why you hated me,' He said. 'Because you wanted me, and you were scared.

#1) God is judge #2) The Devil is real #3) People are cruel

I can’t lose her. She’s… she’s Lexie. Losing her would be it. I couldn’t take it. I decided to stop thinking and just watch her breathe.

Don’t trust everything you see, Elyse. Even salt looks like sugar.

I want to tell him that if I’m his sun, he’s my moon guiding me out of the darkness.

The class president was... getting a different kind of rush hour squeeze.

You need to back off from Lexie,” I said before I could think. He eyed me, then smirked. “You like her too.” I shot him a look. Did it really take him this long to figure that out? “No shit,” I growled. Ryan’s brows went up.

Uncertainty is not the enemy. It’s your greatest ally. Make love with uncertainty. Uncertainty is the core of the quantum field we’re all part of. It’s your natural habitat. Love it. ... or learn to, if you don’t already.

As we have seen with reference to the experiences of Gauss and Poincare, the mathematicians also discovered the fact that our representations are "ordered" before we become aware of them. B.L. van der Waerden, who cites many examples of essential mathematical insights arising from the unconscious, concludes: "...the unconscious is not only able to associate and combine, but even to judge. The judgment of the unconscious is an intuitive one, but it is under favorable circumstances completely sure.

We both already knew. Whether we admitted it or denied it. Just as light rain can still soak you to the skin if you stand in it long enough... this casual "relationship", whether we wanted or not, had made its way into our hearts. (From Hold Me Safe by Mocho)

There were streets, narrow and crowded with people and vehicles. Above them flashed neon lights and blinking billboards of every colour, shape and size. Some ran up the sides of buildings, others blinked on and off in store windows. In the space above the sidewalk, higher than a double-decker bus, hung flashing neon signs in bright pink, yellow, read, blue, orange, green and white. Yes, if white could be whiter than white, it was when it was in neon, Hong Mei thought. She knew Nathan Road in Kowloon was famous for its neon lights.

You need to back off from Lexie,” I said before I could think. He eyed me, then smirked. “You like her too.” I shot him a look. Did it really take him this long to figure that out? “No shit,” I growled. Ryan’s brows went up. I headed for the door. “I’ll be back later.

My balls tighten up just watching her. She takes a deep breath and grips my shoulders. Hard. “Oh, Bl-Blake,” she pants. My name on her lips makes me feel like a superhero. I’m so close it hurts. Grasping her hips, I pump her body harder onto mine. Jess gives a little shout of pleasure, followed by a whimper. The sounds she makes just knock me over. Every breathy little pant and throaty moan goes straight to my happy dick. And then she’s groaning and shuddering, clenching my cock like a vise. “Fuck, yeah.” I lever my body off the seat and pound into her. Release breaks over me like a wave. With a growl I impale her once. Twice. Boom!

I thought of the boys again. We were over at the twins’ house. Everyone was in the kitchen as Asher checked the enchiladas that Maria had left in the fridge for us. Asher and Isaac were picking on Ethan. Who came over to me, hugged me from behind, and rested his head on my shoulder. “Make them stop picking on me, Beautiful,” He begged pitifully. I reached behind me and ran my fingers through his hair. “Aw, you can dish it out but not take it?” I teased him. He growled in my ear before letting me go and smacking me on the butt, I turned and smacked his arm in return. Ethan backed off as he laughed. I flipped him off then turned back to the others, they had all gone still. “What?” I asked. Everyone unfroze and went back to the conversation. It wasn't until later when I realized that was the first time one of them had smacked my butt. I made a rule that night that if they smack mine, theirs’ becomes fair game. So far only the twins were willing to risk it.

Only as a young man playing pool all night for money had he been able to find what he wanted in life, and then only briefly. People thought pool hustling was corrupt and sleazy, worse than boxing. But to win at pool, to be a professional at it, you had to deliver. In a business you could pretend that skill and determination had brought you along, when it had only been luck and muddle. A pool hustler did not have the freedom to believe that. There were well-paid incompetents everywhere living rich lives. They arrogated to themselves the plush hotel suites and Lear Jets that America provided for the guileful and lucky far more than it did for the wise. You could fake and bluff and luck your way into all of it. Hotel suites overlooking Caribbean private beaches. Bl*wj*bs from women of stunning beauty. Restaurant meals that it took four tuxedoed waiters to serve, with the sauces just right. The lamb or duck in tureen sliced with precise and elegant thinness, sitting just so on the plate, the plate facing you just so on the heavy white linen, the silver fork heavy gleaming in your manicured hand below the broad cloth cuff and mother of pearl buttons. You could get that from luck and deceit even while causing the business or the army or the government that supported you to do poorly at what it did. The world and all its enterprises could slide downhill through stupidity and bad faith. But the long gray limousines would still hum through the streets of New York, of Paris, of Moscow, of Tokyo. Though the men who sat against the soft leather in back with their glasses of 12-year-old scotch might be incapable of anything more than looking important, of wearing the clothes and the hair cuts and the gestures that the world, whether it liked to or not, paid for, and always had paid for. Eddie would lie in bed sometimes at night and think these things in anger, knowing that beneath the anger envy lay like a swamp. A pool hustler had to do what he claimed to be able to do. The risks he took were not underwritten. His skill on the arena of green cloth, cloth that was itself the color of money, could never be only pretense. Pool players were often cheats and liars, petty men whose lives were filled with pretensions, who ran out on their women and walked away from their debts. But on the table with the lights overhead beneath the cigarette smoke and the silent crowd around them in whatever dive of a billiard parlor at four in the morning, they had to find the wherewithal inside themselves to do more than promise excellence. Under whatever lies might fill the life, the excellence had to be there, it had to be delivered. It could not be faked. But Eddie did not make his living that way anymore.

Life Is an Ambiguous Stimulus In a very real sense, life is an ambiguous stimulus. Does survival of a heart attack indicate that death is imminent or that one has been given a new lease on life? Is falling in love an assurance of a lifelong partnership or the first sign of an inevitable heartbreak? Many human situations are complex and their meanings subtle. Thus, to make sense of and gain agency over our experiences, we engage in the process of self-reflection. Through self-reflection, people come to realize that their lives are filled with uncertainty about their own identities, their relationships with others, and their environmental circumstances. Because living involves adaptation to irregular changes and perturbations from the environment, the process of self-reflection reveals the indefinite nature of life. The uncertainty stemming from threatening stimuli whose nature is unknown or unpredictable evokes stress and a sense of loss of control. In response to uncertainty, we are driven to make meaning of our experiences and in so doing to reduce uncertainty. Indeed, a series of cunning experiments demonstrated that the sense of lacking control promotes illusory pattern perception in ambiguous situations. Hence, people consciously or unconsciously attempt to regain a sense of control by projecting patterns onto the chaos of their lives. This meaning-making process hinged on the appraisal of stressors and their meaningful integration into our autobiographical narratives.

A mathematician I consulted, Dr. Sanjeev Mahajan, had this to say: Crenshaw’s axiom can be rephrased as follows: Two categories of oppression when combined yield an entirely new, irreducible category of oppression. This seems a fair reading of her contention that the discrimination suffered by a Black woman is distinct from the sum of the discrimination that a Black person suffers plus the discrimination that a woman suffers. Let’s then consider a single individual who suffers four categories of oppression: Black (B), Female (F), Paraplegic (P), Lesbian (L). But then, per Crenshaw, we can form entirely new categories such as {BF}, {BP}, and {BL}. Then these categories can be combined to form yet another irreducible category such as {{BF}{BP}} or {{BL}{BP}}. These categories can be further combined to yield entirely new categories of oppression such as {{{BF}{BP}} {{BL}{BP}}}, etc. Now let us, per Crenshaw’s axiom, enumerate all possible irreducible categories of oppression. Given the 4 options, B F P L, there are 15 non-empty subsets, each of which is an irreducible category. Since these 15 categories are irreducible and independent, they can be combined every which way to give us 215-1= 32,767 non-empty subsets of the set of the 15 categories. Each of these 32,767 categories is an irreducible category of oppression. But then again, applying Crenshaw’s axiom, since we now have a set of 32,767 categories of oppression, we can combine them in all possible configurations to get 232767-1 non-empty subsets of a set of 32,767 categories. Repeating this process, ad infinitum, we get infinitely many categories of oppression.

They tell you the devil is in the details…what they don’t tell you is that he’s laughing maniacally.

The world is finite and yet nothing ever happens more than once exactly the same way.

God in His infinite wisdom…

God made the world in 6 days. I can't even remember what I did last week.

And because time doesn't exist, you're technically never too late, Ivy. So just embrace the moment.

Beth is the kind of girl you want to stuff into a trunk, wrapped in plastic" - Shane Carver (Quote from: The Carver's Magic)

Patra is going to be pissed." Cory says, with a half smirk. Then she holds out the bottle of creamer and says, "Fix it." “Fix what? Cory! Are you really going to ignore what just happened? That suck face just threatened to take you and me to jail!” “She said trial, but that’s not really the point I am trying to make.” “I know, but it’s the point I am trying to make!” “I know that you’re scared. I am trying to show you why you shouldn’t be.” She pushed the bottle of creamer in front of me again. “I am not SCARED. I’m angry!” I ignore the creamer. “Same thing.” She shrugs. (From The Carver's Magic)

Let's be real. Like I would date someone who didn't go out of their way to be my nemesis." - Shane Carver (The Carver's Magic)

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Hong Mei shrugged. She didn't mind. Waiting to take out the crisp new bills was part of the lead-up to waht she considered the best part of the New Year. And that was when she received her own money inside the small red hong-bao. Throughout the days of celebrating, neighbours and patients of her mother would stop by and give her small envelopes with bills of cash inside. Just the sight of one of the little packets could make her heart race. Although she was already a teenager, girls were given hong-bao until they got married, and she was a long way from that.