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“He kissed her deeply then, pouring all his heart into their interweaving lips and souls. This kiss held love, not lust; promise, not hope; relief, not fear.”

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Saving Mr. Pembroke

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“having fully somali children doesn’t even really matter bc as soon as they touch down on the grave, they become white they’ll start to smell of dead people, not foox or caano fadi when i touch down on the grave my brain will be devoured my broken somali will be broken down even more in the mouths of maggots you know that soft east african skin that drake keeps rapping about it’ll become even softer when it gets digested &you best believe my natural hair will then floss all the remains”

“-بالموت او المرض ,بالفقر او بنداء الواجب يجب ان يتعلم كل فرد منا ان العالم ليس مصنوعا من اجلنا , وانه مهما كان جمال الاشياء التي نشتهيها , فان القدر بامكانه منعها عنا, ومن مقتضيات الشجاعه عنداما تأتي الكوارث أن نحمل دون تذمر انقاض امالنا. وان نقوم بابعاد أفكارنا عن الاسف العقيم. هذه الدرجه من الاستسلام للقوه ليست عادله وصائبه فحسب , وانما هي بحق بوابه الحكمه..”

“We’re all Malkuthians. And you know what? We’re all Theropods too.” “Wh-wh-what’s that?” “You know… Theropods. We’ve all got sharp teeth, we all walk on two legs, we all have arms shorter than our legs. For the most part, we’ve got two eyes, two hands, and a tail. I mean, some of us have more fingers and some of us have a horn or two, but how different does that really make us? We’re all just people, that’s what I’m saying. There shouldn’t be all this division and categorization. It just leads to more hate. It leads to more dysfunction. People look at me and think I’m privileged. People look at you and think you’re untouchable. They look at the two of us together and they think it’s fire and ice. It’s not right.”

“He raised himself onto his elbow, his temple cradled in his hand. “I won’t bite. Well, unless you want me to.” Butterflies thrashed against my insides at the thought of his lips on my body. I suddenly burst into laughter. “Remember what happened the last time you tried to bite me? I accidentally jumped and backhanded you.” That had been an erotic rendezvous, until he nipped my hip. He dropped his face into the pillow and groaned. “Mood killer.” “Heh.” I wiggled deeper into the covers, grinning.”