Bloom Quotes

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― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Five hand-painted flowers. Green carnation, Austrian rose, peach blossom, a kumquat tree, and a single red rose. Gay. Thou art all that is lovely. This heart is thine. Luck and prosperity, and a laugh at the kum-quick-tree memory. And eternal love.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“We’ve been together almost six years. That’s forever in gay years. Like dog years but for gays.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“I looked up and down the mostly empty aisle. “It wasn’t just sex. It was . . .” I shook my head and tried to keep my voice down. “Cory, it was so much more. It was the best sex of my life. I can’t even describe it.” His eyes lit up. “How good?” “Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?” Cory roared, laughing so loud that the man at the end of the aisle stopped and stared. “Yeah, I think I would have heard about that before now. Or had it myself.” “I’m not joking, Cory. Imagine a huge firework rocket. Now douse it in petrol, add some sparkles for funsies, then set it on fire. That’s what he did to me.” He leaned in and did some weird thing with his eyebrows. “It sounds like you had a prostate orgasm.” “Have you ever had one?” “Once.” “And?” “It was a firework rocket doused in petrol with sparkles for funsies and set on fire.” “And you never told me about this because . . .” “If I told you about every sexual encounter I have, we’d never talk about anything else.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“I took his hand and pulled him away before he could get into a smack down with Stink Eye Susan and her basket full of plant-based tofu. Christ. Did she even know what tofu was? Marketing really preyed on the stupid. I looked up and down the mostly empty aisle. “It wasn’t just sex. It was . . .” I shook my head and tried to keep my voice down. “Cory, it was so much more. It was the best sex of my life. I can’t even describe it.” His eyes lit up. “How good?” “Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?” Cory roared, laughing so loud that the man at the end of the aisle stopped and stared. “Yeah, I think I would have heard about that before now. Or had it myself.” “I’m not joking, Cory. Imagine a huge firework rocket. Now douse it in petrol, add some sparkles for funsies, then set it on fire. That’s what he did to me.” He leaned in and did some weird thing with his eyebrows. “It sounds like you had a prostate orgasm.” “Have you ever had one?” “Once.” “And?” “It was a firework rocket doused in petrol with sparkles for funsies and set on fire.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“looked up and down the mostly empty aisle. “It wasn’t just sex. It was . . .” I shook my head and tried to keep my voice down. “Cory, it was so much more. It was the best sex of my life. I can’t even describe it.” His eyes lit up. “How good?” “Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?” Cory roared, laughing so loud that the man at the end of the aisle stopped and stared. “Yeah, I think I would have heard about that before now. Or had it myself.” “I’m not joking, Cory. Imagine a huge firework rocket. Now douse it in petrol, add some sparkles for funsies, then set it on fire. That’s what he did to me.” He leaned in and did some weird thing with his eyebrows. “It sounds like you had a prostate orgasm.” “Have you ever had one?” “Once.” “And?” “It was a firework rocket doused in petrol with sparkles for funsies and set on fire.” “And you never told me about this because . . .” “If I told you about every sexual encounter I have, we’d never talk about anything else.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he murmured. “It’s all I can think about, and you’re so close but nowhere near close enough.” Oh boy. “Spontaneous combustion is a thing, I’ll have you know,” I said, my voice much breathier than I’d intended. “I’m very close to ignition, so if you have no intention of taming this fire, I might suggest you stop.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“He broke the kiss, panting, his eyes heavy-lidded and his lips swollen. “Bedroom?” I nodded. “Yes, please.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Keats, if I kiss you right now, I will want more. I will want you to take me to bed and I don’t know if you want that, or if you think it’s too soon.” Holy shit. My knees were feeling a little wobbly, my chest was far too tight. But my blood . . . my blood was running hot.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Are you familiar with Singaporean coffee?” “Ah, no. But I’m down to try anything.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s good to know.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Though to be fair and completely honest with you, I like your work clothes just fine too. Pretty sure it wouldn’t matter what you wear.” His smile was shy, his cheeks pink. Then he gestured to me. “And you look great, but you always do.” “Thanks.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“And he’ll do something utterly corny like write you love notes on Post-its and you’ll be a smitten kitten in your house with a picket fence and pet poodles.” “Say the words smitten kitten to me again and I’ll call the police.” “I would, but they have handcuffs and I know you like that.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“And he’ll do something utterly corny like write you love notes on Post-its and you’ll be a smitten kitten in your house with a picket fence and pet poodles.” “Say the words smitten kitten to me again and I’ll call the police.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“It might be called same-sex marriage, but that doesn’t mean it has to be the same sex over and over until the day you die.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“When is it too soon to be happy? It’s never too soon. You should have never not been happy, and the fact you were not happy is Jason’s fault, not Keats’ fault. So you be happy all you damn want.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“twirled the paper flower between my thumb and forefinger, smiling at it. “Cory, I think I’ve met the man I’m going to marry.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“He smiled and watched our hands as he played with my fingers. "And now I’m ready," he said quietly. Then his eyes met mine. "Because now there’s you.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“With my heart thumping, I managed to leave his store and pulled out my phone, googling the meaning of Austrian rose. Thou art all that is lovely.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Maybe you should change course; see where the grass is greener type of thing.” Was he . . . was he flirting with me? “The grass is greener where it’s watered,” I murmured. “True. Where it’s watered by everyone in the relationship. If only one person is watering the grass, it’ll never be green enough.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“So your villain era is going well.” I snorted. “Well, it was short-lived. I’m in my middle-aged-lesbian, home-renovation era now.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Seeing Cory was now firmly latched on to some huge Arab guy—his very favourite kind—I knew he was five minutes away from leaving, so I beat him to it. I weaved my way through the crowd, only having to peel two slimy hands from my arse along the way, and came up behind Cory. His dancing partner seemed to think his luck had changed for the better when I put my hands on Cory’s hips. “I’m going home,” I yelled over the music. “Be good, and call me tomorrow.” He let his head drop back onto my shoulder and laughed, grinding his dick against Mr Huge’s crotch. “Wanna join us?” the guy asked. “I can service both of you.” Service. Once upon a time, I’d have found that funny, maybe even considered his offer. But not anymore. “No thanks,” I said. “Service him twice instead.” Cory laughed. “Love you, Linden.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Happy to chaperone Cory until he found someone else to leave with. But for me? No. Yet a certain someone’s business card kept burning a hole in my wallet. I knew it was in there. I could feel it like an invisible burr. A splinter, even. The man with the perfect name and the kind eyes. The man who stopped time with every burst of laughter. The man who touched my arm, looked me right in the eye and told me I deserved better. Keats McCulloch.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Happy to chaperone Cory until he found someone else to leave with. But for me? No. Yet a certain someone’s business card kept burning a hole in my wallet. I knew it was in there. I could feel it like an invisible burr. A splinter, even. The man with the perfect name and the kind eyes. The man who stopped time with every burst of laughter.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Hindsight was always crystal clear.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“I was going to go with a flower that said betrayal, but I hate you and you’re dead to me was so much better,” I’d said to him. “Given there’s no flower that translates to you should have kept your dick in your pants, I went with what’s in my heart.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Am I writing in his name or yours?” “His, probably,” he said flatly. “He is paying, and let’s be real, all insults should probably be tax deductible.” I snorted. “True.” “I’ll give him that much.” “Generous.” “Better than what he probably gave me,” he mumbled.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Green carnations mean homosexuality and black roses mean you’re dead to me. So black roses surrounded by green carnations would mean you’re dead to me, you big old homosexual, and I think that’s beautiful.” He sighed. “Poetry with flowers.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“Snapdragons mean lies and deception. That could work.” “I have those.” I thought I’d offer some suggestions. “Orange lilies are for hatred, and the negative meaning of the red tulip symbolises aggression, anger, danger, and wrath.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom

“If I’d asked if there’s a flower that says, ‘You should have kept your pants zipped up,’ then we’d all be on the same page.” I laughed. “Right. Well, yes. The foxglove makes sense now.”
― N.R. Walker, Bloom