Everyone has their own music; they just don't realize it.
Ryan LovelessAnd Mom doesn't like anyone cutting her flowers, so I cut up her magazines instead. Do you like it?
Ryan LovelessStichwörter: humor-inspirational
Ethan seemed to revel in Carter's most hated tics. He'd set them to music. The light bounce of notes, starts and stops, of Ethan's song, it was the music of Carter's Tourette's, and Ethan had made it beautiful. He'd made Carter feel beautiful for having them.
Ryan LovelessI’m almost a hermit and I need people. I can’t imagine what it’s like for a butterfly like you.”
Ethan’s mouth twitched and he smiled. “What color butterfly am I?”
Kneeling on the floor, Carter slid into Ethan’s arms. “Every color. You’re every one.
I wanted to believe that he came because he liked me, because he saw something in me that he didn't see in any of his other options. I wanted to believe mine was the first door he knocked on. I truly did. But I couldn't. I was never the first for anything. I was the kid who got picked last for dodge ball. I would not be the first to be awoken by an insomniac celebrity, even one with whom I had a sort-of history. I could dream all I wanted, but I knew the absurdity of it.
Ryan LovelessHe’d never felt like this with any of them. If only he’d known what feeling to look for, he could have saved himself from hurt.
Ryan LovelessStichwörter: love
There were no strangers here tonight, only family. As he sang, Carter focused on sending the love he felt back out to Liz and Nolan, to Elliot and Jennifer, and Ethan, especially Ethan, who saw music in the sky and goodness in every person. Ethan, who had seen Carter in a way Carter had never seen himself, and showed Carter that he was more than a series of twitches and consonants.
Ethan, who Carter loved. Ethan, who loved Carter.
Stichwörter: inspirational
Ethan rescued Carter now though, didn’t he? Or they rescued each other. It got too complicated for Carter to think about. They needed each other. It boiled down to that. That they wanted each other too was the bonus. Carter dreamed about Ethan, about his dick, his hands, as much now as he had before they were together.
There it was, a new Before, and now, a new After, one they could share. "I love you," Carter whispered. Ethan heard anyway and grinned down at Carter. Nothing mattered in the room except Ethan. Maybe nothing mattered in the world except Ethan.
Stichwörter: inspirational
Westley shrugged. "Welcome to the middle of nowhere. I'm more likely to come home to find someone's left a pie on my counter than to find my television's missing. Although—" He winced.
"What?" Jaylen looked ready to fight whatever threat had made its way into Westley's home.
"Last year the zucchini crop was really good and somebody left three bushels in my kitchen."
"Oh." Jaylen deflated. So there was an enemy he wasn't a match for.
"There's still zucchini bread in the freezer," Westley offered. "If you're hungry.
Stichwörter: small-town-life zucchini
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