He who goes to the blacksmith's shop comes home with scorched clothes.
They called you the Glue" "The Glue?" "Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together
Didn't know you could measure distance so well with nothing but you bloody eyeballs
Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.
i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone
He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.
Hunger. It's like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought. After three full days of not eating, it felt like a vicious, gnawing, dull-clawed animal was trying to burrow its way out of his stomach. He felt every second of every minute of every ho...
I only understand friendship or scorched earth.
The sky Scorched by the sun, Weeps Fecund tears.
At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.
Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "You met our new friend?" Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff." "Am I awake?" Thomas as...
I get to play a scorching lead guitar, and there's not much that's more fun than that.
That's it...I'm completely giving up on boys and concentrating on staying alive.
The tires were scorching hot, in fact I burned my fingers on one.
Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
You are really angry with me for not having appeared to you in a red glow, with thunder and lightning, with scorched wings
I don't leave my house - I don't care if it's raining or scorching hot out - without a face cream with a minimum of SPF 15, if not more.
If parents are the fixed stars in the child's universe, the vaguely understood, distant but constant celestial spheres, siblings are the dazzling, sometimes scorching comets whizzing nearby.
There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.
Sara?” Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me. “Yes, sir?” “Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.
