Christine. 24. New York.
queer/YA novelist. broke barista. avid reader. shameless cat lady. raised midwestern. former Philadelphian.currently reading: Never Have I Ever (Katie Heaney)
2014 challenge: 32/50
Reblogged from woohoo-sasquatch :
"The reason women are turning you down for casual sex seems to be that, for one thing, a lot of you are calling them sluts afterward. Also, a lot of you aren’t bothering to try to be good in bed."
Reblogged from hungry-feminist :
"All I give are fucks. And it seems to me that it might be nice, on occasion, to get rid of some of them."
Reblogged from englishmajorinrepair :
"At twenty-five, Brad, like many of Philip’s friends, could still count his lovers on one hand, but believed that density of experience compensated for quantity of experience. He remembered every detail of the seven nights of his life he had spent with his three lovers; indeed, his gift for scrutiny and analysis during as well as after was, he acknowledged, probably one of the reasons most of his ‘love affairs’ hadn’t lasted more than a few days. As Sally had often told Philip, people can smell panic a mile away."
"For each, in his own way, she believed, finds what it is he must love, and loves it; the window becomes a mirror; whatever it is that we love, that is who we are."
"He knew he was less than he had been before he met Eliot. A void now ached in him to be filled—so much so that the thought of even one night without Eliot seemed impossible to bear. And there lay the difference between them; for when it ended, Eliot would have things to return to, “projects,” whereas Philip would have less than he’d started with, would have a gaping bike in him. Before Eliot, he had at least been self-contained, content with his aloneness, having known nothing else."
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