“The craving to support and spoil a partner has a lot to do with the way men view their role in modern culture, and the way they compete for love.”— Eddie Kim, melmagazine.com
“I've got my heart strung up on clothing line through tenement windows.”— The Wonder Years, open.spotify.com
“When you tell me you love me, I can actually see it. Your breath--frozen in the air.”— The Wonder Years, open.spotify.com
“I, too, have loved men who named my mouth ashtray, mistook me for a place to leave burning things when they were done.”— Brenna Twohy, resistancewords.wordpress.com
“To me, you are the sun and I’m hanging my thoughts on a clothesline for you.”— Noor Hindi, diodepoetry.com
“There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway.”— Jon Bellion, Travis Mendes, open.spotify.com
“Your touch will never sustain me but I can't help it: I am small and desperate to be fed.”— Ally Ang, glass-poetry.com
“He knows what “Honey” does. It pours sweetness all over my sharpness, reminds me that I’ve been taught to melt easy on the tongue, to become smooth to digest, and the “Honey” oozes over my mouth and sticks my lips together until I am quiet again.”— Roya Backlund, therisingphoenixreview.com
“They're lovers again: Sugar dissolving in milk. Day and night, no difference. The sun is the moon: an amalgam.”— Rumi, sunlightgroup.blogspot.com
“Did you know that the metronome inside us quickens when telling a lie? I want to build an honest house, where the motion detector is so sharp it knows when my thoughts leave the room. Where the clap-on lamp works as a polygraph. When you swear you still love me, the lights flicker.”— Megan Falley, vinylpoetryandprose.com
“Guys like us don’t get the girl.”— Ben Sokolowski, Brooke Roberts, Oliver Queen, Stephen Amell, imdb.com
“Dying was such an elegant way to leave a relationship. No infidelity, no boredom, no long, complicated conversations late into the night. No 'She's still single, I hear.' No running into each other at parties and weddings. No 'She's stacked on the weight' or 'She's showing her age.' Dying was final…”— Liane Moriarty, amazon.com
“It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with him and wake up with him, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don't even know his telephone number, or where he's liv…”— Liane Moriarty, amazon.com
“Ours is a culture that loves to fit everyone and everything into neat, rigid little boxes. It helps us make sense of things. It makes us feel comfortable. But not everything can be so easily packed.”— Bobby Box, them.us
“But I don't care whether it's your gender, your looks, your weight, your skin, or where your love lies none of that matters because standards don't define you. You don't live to meet credentials established by a madman you're a goddamn treasure whether you wanna believe it or not and maybe that's wh…”— Savannah Brown, youtube.com