Giulio Berruti in Gabriel’s Inferno - Part 2 (2020)
Some search
their entire lives
for this single moment.
Don’t blink, my love.
We’re finally here.
—Oliver Masters
Stay With Me by Nicole Fiorina
Meanwhile, Mr. Emerson had been adjusting himself under the table because the sight of Miss Mitchell tasting wine was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. She was not merely attractive; she was beautiful, like an angel or a muse. And she wasn’t merely beautiful; she was sensual and hypnotic, but also innocent. Her pretty eyes reflected a depth of feeling and radiant purity that he had never noticed before.
𝑮𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 ‘𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐
Details: The Dying Gladiator, 1799, by Pierre Julien.
“Some girls fall in love and a boy catches them. He waits for them at the bottom of the cliff with open arms.
And then there are other girls.
Girls like me.
We’re the girls in love with the boys who belong to someone else. We’re the girls in doomed love.
When girls like us fall, there’s no one to catch us. Least of all that boy for whom we’ve taken the fall.
We’re the girls with secrets and witchy hearts. We’re the girls who listen to sad songs. Who slow dance to them with tears streaming down our faces, even as a smile lingers on our lips.”
My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent
He grabs my face with an increased force like he wants to stamp it on my brain, whatever he's going to say, and all I can do is hold onto his wrists and watch his impatient, anguished, pained features.
"You deserve someone who gives you his heart out of his chest. Someone who can reach into his own body with his hands and pull it out for you. Pull out that thing that beats only for you."
My eyes pop wide and my own heart causes a ruckus in my chest, more than it already was causing. "I-I do?"
He breathes out angrily. He's angry at me for asking that question.
"You deserve someone who wakes up every morning and gets down on his knees to thank God that you belong to him. And then he does it all over again before he goes to sleep. You deserve someone who lives in awe of you, understand?"
Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent
By Chiara Bautista
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
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