#si

Sissy Mae Smith...stumbled into the room loaded down with even more bags. "You pack like a woman," she snarled when she finally dropped the luggage to the floor. "How can one man have so much conditioner?" His mouth filled with French toast, Mitch pointed at his hair and snarled, "Tawny mane! Do you think this shit stays this beautiful on its own? It needs care and love! Which is more than I'm getting from you! ↗

— Shelly Laurenston

#mitch #sissy #beauty

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles ↗

— Anna Nalick

#love #missing-you #romance #smile #song-lyrics

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#passion #beauty

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. ↗

— James Joyce

#music #tears #words #beauty

Her courage seemed to collapse around her ankles like an old pair of elastic undies ↗

— Julie Anne Grasso

#middle-grade #simile #courage

However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#however #look #occasionally #results #should

One is never over-dressed or underdressed with a Little Black Dress. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#chanel #class #dressing #fashion-designer #image

When in doubt, be ridiculous. ↗

— Sherwood Smith

#decision #fast-thinking #uncertainty #beauty

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside? ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#celebrity-culture #celebrity-gossip #celebutard #dark-humor #fake

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost