The delight in natural things - colors, forms, scents - when there was nothing to restrain or hamper it, has often been a kind of intoxication, in which thought and consciousness seemed suspended. — Mary Augusta Ward Copy Share Image
“Having Joel by my side with his hand touching my thigh, his laughter in my ear, his cologne in my senses, made me drunker than alcohol ever would. It was a different kind of intoxication though, and it was far… — Megan Keith Copy Share Image
