When I grew up, you needed to have straight hair. It's symbolic of needing to be like everyone else, needing to look like everyone else. And what that meant was looking like the dominant ruling class in America.
I got a tooth bust by somebody who decided they didn't like me and I thought the moustache hid a scar on my lip. It's true that people were told facial hair was not appreciated by the British public, but I just decided to keep the moustache.
I think your hair could blow every which ways in a high wind and still look pretty," he answered, then dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. "Uh, well, are you ready to go?" he added in a brisker tone." Joshua
For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, -to hold -and -in time, -let go!
I went to a strict elementary school with nuns, and uniforms that I'm pretty sure were made out of sandpaper. It was an academic, sports-oriented place. I liked to read, and wanted to act, and didn't try out for volleyball. I was weird. The other gir...
I paint German artists whom I admire. I paint their pictures, their work as painters, and their portraits too. But oddly enough, each of these portraits ends up as a picture of a woman with blonde hair. I myself have never been able to work out why t...
You are a deviant from the social norm!" "Is that an insult or a diagnosis?
But the Dark cannot claim what Light does not surrender.
Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.
My God, no wonder people like being tied up.
Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience
You won't find a vampire in a Ford Fiesta
I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.
It's a good day to do great things!
Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.
Great. I guess you're the dog whisperer, vampire edition.
Ours is a world controlled by the warrior and the sword.
Can you look at this brilliant wound?
The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.
Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie.
