bot that makes you gay

Love grows in me like a tumor, a parasite bent on devouring its host. I'm developing my sense of humor till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth, till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.

Whether you love what you love or live in divided ceaseless revolt against it, what you love is your fate.

Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research.

Is this how you decided to repay me? Why, you must think that I abandoned you, in life, when I went off to war without you, is that it? You think I had a choice?

No one will ever love you honestly. No one will ever love you for your honesty.

She did not lust for the sea the way that Whitby did. But when he said to her, we are the sea – that made the most perfect kind of sense. She was the sea, and so was everyone else. We all come from the sea.

I have fallen in love in my life with so many pretty girls, and never once the least little bit with any man.

Once more, human and alien merge. But this joining is like none before it. No longer a bonding, but a becoming. A combining that goes beyond the physical, beyond the molecular, to an irrevocable linking of the spirit.

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.

The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be –
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.

They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?

Yet, in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

KIM KITSURAGI – “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Harrier Du Bois.”
ESPRIT DE CORPS (Medium: Success) – He's not going to call you Harrier. He'll keep calling you ‘officer’ when he's angry with you and ‘detective’ when he's not.

Is this how you decided to repay me? Why, you must think that I abandoned you, in life, when I went off to war without you, is that it? You think I had a choice?

The deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across its bleak ending.

A scar shows you survived. A nightmare shows you what you love too much to lose.

It never hurts to give thanks to the local gods – you never know who might be hungry.

I was hollowed out inside… empty… just like my Other. We were both sick, because we were incomplete… but not anymore. We healed each other… made each other whole. Neither of us can survive without the other.

O praise
& bless & exalt. Of course
I wish for a child. I play
with the ones at the party
& all my friends
gather around to tell me
what a wonderful
uncle I’m going to make.

I ain’t gonna try to win your heart this time. I’ve had space to think, and I think that I’ve grown a little wiser. I’m looking for a new muse; you have only made me tired.

Was his color inspired by mother of pearl? Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral? Did the horns come from skeletons of men that you swallowed in storms?

All I need, darling, is a life in your shape – I picture it, soft, and I ache.

We show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through.

Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her. She who takes a kiss can also die of it, can wake into something unimaginable, having turned herself into some new species.

Pray give my greetings to Mrs. Watson, and believe me to be, my dear fellow, very sincerely yours.

A faint life. Eating apricots and growing bony and forgetting how to talk to people. Loneliness like a taste on the skin.

I think something's wrong with me. I think something's glued down wrong, maybe permanently.

Child, quickly now, before you go. I know how all of this must look. Know that I was true to her. Persephone. And that I think fondly on the time she spent with us.

All my life I have been wild. I have tried to let my brain and my heart choose, but my mouth, salivating and unruly, has decided for me.

What was it you always said? We're connected by a thread. If we're ever far apart, I'll still feel the pull of you.

My life was in my own hands, now, beating faintly, too small yet for anyone to notice. I cupped freedom to my breast. I would feed it, I would love it; it would grow big enough to carry me away.