#make

The word that almost makes me throw up is satin; damask makes me throw up. ↗

— Billy Baldwin

#makes #me #satin #throw #up

Being beautiful is accomplished everytime you don't wear make-up ↗

— Alice

#life-and-living #make-up #beauty

Whatever happens, we have got The Maxim gun, and they have not. ↗

— Hilaire Belloc

#force #gun #humor #might_makes_right #technology

Of course I knew what time you would get here, girl. Just as I know what time Goodfellow will knock over my nineteenth-century French mantle clock.” Puck jerked up at this, bumping a table and sending a clock crashing to the floor. “To the second,” the Clockmaker sighed, closing his eyes. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #french

Maybe it’s NOT Maybelline. Maybe you were just born with it. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#beautiful #beauty #being-yourself #confidence #inner-beauty

If you have to say or do something controversial, aim so that people will hate that they love it and not love that they hate it. ↗

— Criss Jami

#belief #controversial #controversy #debating #difference

I want to make love like the most romantic thing ever, but I just don’t know how to go about learning how to fornicate like a flower. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#fornicate #humor #make-love #romantic #humor

Nobody wants to give up a weekend-long excuse to dress up and attempt to outshine one another. ↗

— Elizabeth Eulberg

#ball #formal #funny #hair #high-school

Been a long road to follow Been there and one tomorrow Without saying goodbye to yesterday Are the memories I hold Still valid? Or have the tears deluded them.. Something somewhere out there Is calling... Zero Gravity, What's it like? Is somebody there Beyond these heavy aching feet? Am I going home? Will I hear someone? Singin solace to the silent moon Still the road keeps on telling me To go on... Something is pulling me, I feel the gravity Of it all. ↗

— Maaya Sakamoto

#song-lyrics #songs-that-make-me-cry #song-lyrics

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least. So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #humor