From @roshd:
“It is not you, it’s me”
“ I know, why don’t you open up more? What’s with the long, brooding silences?”
A long silence was her reply. Again.
He put his arm around her and squeezed her tightly. Again. In his book, love meant making her comfortable not stripping her down to her naked soul.
From @oink1729:
“His ass. An ass nations could go to war over.”
“David, vulgarity – and at a wedding!”
“Updating a classical text! Helen of Troy – 'The face that launched a thousand ships'? It's a noble sentiment!”“We should write a queer Iliad and Odyssey!”
“Greek literature: the gay version!”
Hidden in society, hidden in literature.
“Updating a classical text! Helen of Troy – 'The face that launched a thousand ships'? It's a noble sentiment!”“We should write a queer Iliad and Odyssey!”
“Greek literature: the gay version!”
Hidden in society, hidden in literature.
From @_ankitachauhan:
Just a crumpled paper, inked with few words, she put it close to her rib-cage and struggled with entanglements, ‘these Y-generation kids would never able to decipher handwritten letters’. She glared at wet paper again— whispering name, sense of belonging, warmth of memories and hidden promises— touched her misty eyes. ‘Email? Mere cold love’
From @thatdelhidamsel:
I look at him from the corner of my eye. I conceal my thoughts behind the curtains of my mind. Will he ever know? Will I ever show? My love remains alien and forbidden. I'm not afraid of rejection, but am afraid of commitment. I'm broken and living an eternal winter, and this remains hidden.
From @oink1729:
From @oink1729:
Reginald Wrongflop Sauce had an idea for a blog, “55wordporn”.
In a reverie he composed the first entry: “She turned around, the sunlight coruscating through her hair..”
“MR. SAUCE CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
“Lets get your teeth in and take you to the toilet Mr. Sauce, your children are visiting later.”
Ah! Joyful hidden inner-life!
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