Rupaul Quotes Novels & Stories

“Because it would be extremely stupid to reject someone the moon goddess created specially for you. I believe the moon goddess knows us more than we know ourselves. She knows the perfect soulmate for everyone. I'm sure everything would work out just fine. I would always appreciate whoever the moon goddess mates to me. Big boobs or not, I'll accept her because the moon goddess knows the best." “Wow! That is the only sensible thing I've ever heard drop out of your mouth. I feel like a mother watching her child grow into a beautiful lady... so proud, Nate. I'm proud of you." Raph says and wipes a non-existent tear from his left eye. “Stop talking like a pussy dude. You're one second away from g

“You’re not the one who has to talk.” “Then why can’t you open up?” Raphael asked, his tone still unyielding. My chest tightened. My mind glitched. I didn’t think. More like my tongue moved before my brain. “Fuck, I’m jerking off, Raphael,” I said, “do you want me to invite you to the show?” “Eew,” Raphael said, disgust seeping into his tone. His footsteps faded as he retreated. Gerard broke into a tiny breathless laugh. “Is that the best you could come up with?”

He was a loser, true and true. “You know what, I think you should stop letting what other people think about you define you, personally, I see you as an intelligent person, I have been having a hard time getting Raul to overcome his grief and stuff but just two days here and Raul has said more to you than he has ever said to me and I have known him for a while now,”

William growled in his heart. "MOVE! I WANT TO THRIVE!" Rapheal tried to break through the crowd of cameramen and reporters that were blocking his way. However, these unemployed people actually closed all of Rapheal's openings to escape. "I SAID MOVE! DO YOU WANT TO USE VIOLENCE, HUH?!" snapped Rapheal angrily. It felt like he wanted to beat the journalists one by one.

“You’ve always been filled with bitterness and coldness. No matter what, a leopard can never change its spots. I wish we had never met. It stings my cold heart to kill you… I used to adore you.” Roosevelt scoffed. “A dumb thing to do to someone who would always hate me.” Raphael’s eyes blazed with resentment. “I should have been given a chance to rule too!” “You could never be given that chance,” Roosevelt replied evenly. “You don’t have what it takes to be king.” “Enough of this pathetic talk of the past,” Raphael snarled. “Very well then.” They moved almost simultaneously. “Shadow Scale!” “Glacier!”

This occurs more than hours later, near the end of the event. A reporter, a specialist in celebrity interviews, asks some personal questions and, by all indications, she knows the interviewee well. “Mister Alejandro.... You once suggested that you couldn't define yourself, and that those who are capable of doing so are those who observe you... “It’s true...” replies the artist, analytically, as if trying to remember the context of the statement. “How should we understand your statement...?”, she continues reading what seemed like a short list of questions.

I shoot back, "you don't trust your people because you only have the ones who'd stab you in the back at any second. Let's not pretend you're not paranoid. There are some things that PA can handle, yet you have to micromanage every single damn detail. What, afraid someone's going to steal your stapler, Raph?" Raphael flashes a smile, the one that always makes me feel like the punchline of a joke I don't understand. "It's better than the routine of sleep, wake up, eat, sleep again, wake up, eat again, and then just sleep again," he rattles off, totally making fun of my life. I can't take this anymore. He wins this round. Again. "I'm out," I say, swinging my legs off the bed. "Got work to do."

But in thе lаѕt few mіnutеѕ I bеgаn to ѕее some ѕоrt of resemblance оf life, I never thought I’d ѕее аgаіn. “I thіnk уоu’vе got еnоugh рісturеѕ,” Rуаn mumbled sarcastically tо аn оvеrlу еnthuѕіаѕtіс Elijah who wаѕ buѕу ѕnарріng аwау.

♪♪ New Rules • Dua Lipa ✿✿✿ LILAH "Everything can't be solved with violence. Violence is not an answer. Let us go, pookie." Well, that sounds so stupid of me. I let out a desperate sigh and glare at the guard who's standing as rigid as a concrete pillar, eyes fixed on the wall with all the interest of a bored teenager, not caring to bulge or acknowledge the two miserable women in front of his feet, bleeding, wailing their hearts out and throwing almost all the curses exist in the world over him.

“Yeah?” “I need to start attending some and I would like you to go with me” - Raphael says “Oh. You know the last gala I went to I ended up almost being raped” - I tell him. I bet he can tell how uncomfortable I am feeling right now. I don’t know if I will be able to attend another one like that. “I know love, but trust me, it will never happen again” - Raphael says while he strokes my face. “You can choose the ones we go to and you can choose the charity we will be supporting this year” - Raphael says and a smile appears on my face