Nov 3, 2015
If authors were lovers to the English language
Wilde would whisper flowery sweet nothings in your ear during foreplay but then have his very dirty way with you
Fitzgerald would spend like an hour bragging about how good he was and then come much too soon
Shakespeare would make up positions on the spot but they’d be awesome
Doyle would please you once and then complain when you kept asking him to do the same thing over and over again
Hemingway would explain in no uncertain terms exactly what he was going to do, and do exactly one very simple act, but goddamn if it wasn’t the best time you’ve had in years anyways
Joyce would take FOREVER but eventually satisfy you
Rand would make you do all the work yourself
Poe would cryÂ
