#beau

I’ve seen knives pierce the chest, Children dying in the road Crawling things hooked and baited, Rapists bound and then castrated, Villains singed in public square. Yet none these sights did make me cringe Like when my Love cut all her hair. ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #cutting-hair #destruction #hair #haircut

He immediately started charming my mom until she was nothing but a gooey puddle in the middle of the foyer. He loved her new haircut.She got one?I guessed her hair did look different.Like she’d washed it or something.Daemon told her that the diamond earrings were beautiful.The rug below the steps was really nice.And that leftover scent of mystery dinner—because I still hadn’t figured out what she fed me—smelled divine.He admired nurses worldwide,and by that point,I couldn’t keep my eye rolls to a minimum. Daemon was ridiculous. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#katy #beauty

My eyes moved over his face. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones twisted in agony. Even writhing he was beautiful, muscles clenching and unclenching, revealing his strenght, his body's fight against its impending collapse, rendering his torture sublime. Desire to help him consumed me. I can't watch him die. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#beauty

Next month, I will celebrate my 30th anniversary of marriage with my beautiful bride, Vicki. Our marriage has been a blessing. I have gained even more respect for the institution over the past 3 decades and will defend it against attack. ↗

— Todd Tiahrt

#against #attack #beautiful #been #blessing

I've always looked at shoes as being immensely beautiful things. ↗

— Graham Coxon

#beautiful #beautiful things #being #i #immensely

Nature is in austere mood, even terrifying, withal majestically beautiful. ↗

— Frederick Soddy

#beautiful #even #mood #nature #terrifying

Beauty magazines make my girlfriend feel ugly. ↗

— James De La Vega

#feel #girlfriend #magazines #make #ugly

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#about #define #each #i #nothing

Mac reflected on the Unseelie King and his concubine: He’d loved her for all time After he’d believed she was gone Sunshine to his ice. Frost to her fever. I wished them forever. You, too, beautiful girl. The Unseelie King was gone. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#beauty

A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#human-soul #humanity #incense #soul #beauty