#flaming

Even when I was a kid, I had this insane head of flaming hair. It looked like a wig. ↗

— Kate Mara

#flaming #had #hair #head #i

When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #cats #curls #dance #dancing

Packy watched her walk away, her perfect heart-shaped rear end testing the confines of her tight black dress. There was a God. Packy was now certain of it. How else could such heart-stopping beauty be accounted for? Such a thing could not be the product of a random universe. A flower, maybe. A rainbow, perhaps. But not Venus Versailles. ↗

— Quentin R. Bufogle

#flamingo #las-vegas #venus-versailles #wish-you-were-here #beauty

For a while, I became an atheist; now that I'm grown up, though, I'm not hard-edged enough to be an atheist. Even though I live with a flaming atheist, I love going to temple. I love all the rituals. ↗

— Padma Lakshmi

#became #enough #even #flaming #going

I wanted to study graphic design, because I wanted to work in an office with designer desks, ergonomic chairs, pool tables, and walls so colorful it looks like a flock of flamingoes exploded and splattered evenly from floor to ceiling. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#explosion #flamingo #flamingoes #graphic-design #job

The Beltway media went into caroming-off-the-walls hysterics over Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky, whipping itself into a flaming casserole even as Clinton's standing with the American people remained upright and firm, so to speak. ↗

— James Wolcott

#american people #beltway #bill #bill clinton #clinton