#hand

It was late, I was drunk, you were warm to my hand, I would say, please don’t leave, touch me there, but you never I was late, you were drunk, it was warm to my hand, I would want, just to please, you were there, but I never I was warm, you were late, it was drunk to my touch, I was just late to want, but I would leave you never ↗

— Robyn Art

#robyn-art #art

Many are called, few are chosen. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#cale #called #chosen #death #divine

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly! ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #carpe-diem #dying #holding-hands #laughter

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#handsome #beauty

A beautiful battle is one you don't have to fight ↗

— Robert Jordan

#mat #red-hand #beauty

He is incredibly handsome. You never realized before how beautiful evil could be. ↗

— Teresa Lo

#beauty #evil #handsome #lust #sex

People who worry that nuclear weaponry will one day fall in the hands of the Arabs, fail to realize that the Islamic bomb has been dropped already, it fell the day MUHAMMED (pbuh) was born. ↗

— - Dr. Joseph Adam Pearson.

#amazing #arabs #atomic #atomic-bomb #beautiful

If I had a hand for a penis, would a hand job be appropriate in place of a handshake at business meetings?
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— Jarod Kintz

#greetings #hand #hand-job #handshake #meetings

I’m putty in her hands. Out of her hands, I’m more like clay.
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— Jarod Kintz

#clay #form #hands #malleable #mold

I smiled at him as best I could and pushed the paper across the table before he could change his mind. Because Henry DeVille was correct - there was an ingredient in my baking more concenctrated than any extract, more pungent than any spice; an ingredient that everyone would recognize and no one was able to name: it was regret, and it rose when one least expected. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#jodi-picoult #pg- #change