Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?' 'Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora.' 'So your inner vampire is Magnus?
Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.
Only two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. They fight without shirts or shoes. The fights go on as long as they have to. Those are the other rules of fight club.
My father had bought him a shirt that said “Sure you can date my daughter. In a completely unrelated topic, have you seen my shotgun?
...so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...
The world is falling down around our ears, and all these people care for is talking about fucking to women in short skirts and men with their shirts hanging open
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Pigeon.” “Just remember that when I take all of your money in the next poker game,” I said, pulling off my shirt.
His name was Mr. Quan and he was the concierge, which explained the black suit and the lavender shirt but not the oversized bow tie in chrome-yellow silk. Perhaps nothing could.
(Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?)
It wasn’t just her beauty. It was the attitude in her smile, the tilt of her head, and the loving look in her eyes when she caught me sneaking a peek down her shirt.
Got to say, dying would really wreck my best day. Been there, done that, and now that I think about it, Artemis forgot to give me the t-shirt.
Is that an invitation?” “I suppose it is.” “Good.” Cade’s voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. “And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he’s in my seat.
She pushed my chest like she wanted me off of her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.
I don't function without a heart, he said angrily and then added under his breath as he grabbed at the front of his Tshirt, He's right here.
Your dead cat would look great on my t-shirt—along with tire tracks on my chest. What better time is there to love than now?
I have a shirt that’s skin tight. It’s made from human flesh.
this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.
I cut holes in all my shirts under my armpits. Not only is it easier to apply deodorant, but chicks dig it.
You're surprised at all the blood. He looks over at you, eyes wide, mouth dropping open, his face almost as white as his shirt. He's surprised, too.
Knitwear can play a vital part in layering. The simplicity of a lightweight cardigan makes it one of the best ways to layer outfits. I love granddad cardis for winter, worn over a vintage lace shirt, waistcoat and full skirt with slouchy boots.
I don't think I do look like an A-Lister. I'm more interested in being comfortable in my own skin than trying to be somebody I'm not. Gimme jeans, an old T-shirt, cowboy boots and a baseball cap any day.
