#the heart line
Drew a thing for my fic The Heart Line, my fluffy little get together Brotzly fic with palm reading. ☺️
“They had been married seven months. They said nothing of any importance. They washed up the dishes and went to bed. In bed, they made love. Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other’s arms, holding love, asleep.”—Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
“Greece is a good place to look at the moon, isn’t it? You can read by moonlight. You can read on the terrace, you can see a face as you saw it, when you were young. It was good light then, oil lamps and candles. And those little flames that floated on a cork and olive oil. What I loved in my old life, I haven’t forgotten. It lives in my spine. Marianne and the child, the days of kindness, it rises at my spine, and it manifests as tears. I pray that a loving memory exists for them, too, the precious ones, I overthrew for an education in the world.”—Leonard Cohen, from the documentary Marianne and Leonard: Words of Love (Roadside Attraction, 2019)
