Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to? — N'Zuri Za Austin
Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to? — N'Zuri Za Austin
Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to? — N'Zuri Za Austin
Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to? — N'Zuri Za Austin
Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to? — N'Zuri Za Austin
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Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to?

— N'Zuri Za Austin
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We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume. — Nenia Campbell, Black Beast
What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiri — Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown. — Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers
I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas,how many yearning thoughts, what great desire,have lead them through such sorrow t — Dante Alighieri
Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get. — Miguel Syjuco, Ilustrado
What we insistently desire, over time, is what we become. — Neal A. Maxwell
If your desires are not great, a little will seem much to you; for small appetite makes poverty equivalent to wealth. — Democritus
It had been a whim, and there was nothing Magnus attached more importance to than a whim. — Cassandra Clare, The Runaway Queen
One thing I've learned about myself is that I can accomplish anything I want to. The caveat is that I have to want to do — Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 3
I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire tha — Beatrix Potter
To wish a healthy man to die is the wish from a mind of sickness. To wish an ailing man to die is the wish of the ambiti — Roman Payne
Gabriel pulled her over his body to lie on the bed beside him. His kisses pressed her down into the oblivion of the matt — Annette Curtis Klause, Blood and Chocolate