Iniesta doesn't dye his hair, he doesn't wear earrings and he hasn't got any tattoos. Maybe that makes him unattractive to the media but he is the best.
You have to connect with the crowd. If you can't do that, I don't care how good a wrestler you are, or how much muscle you have or how cool your hair is. You have to connect with the crowd. The guys who I like are the ones who have that connection.
You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me. ' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep. ' He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. 'So,' I said. 'Tell me' 'It's an animal attraction,' he said simply. 'Totally chemical. ' 'Hmm,' I said. 'You could be right. ' 'It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. ' 'No?' 'Nope. ' His hands were in my hair now, and I was leaning in, not able to totally make out his face, but his voice was clear, close to my ear. 'Just that you do.
I always love messing with my own hair as much as I can; I don't normally like to wear wigs.
Did you see him? I know the photo was grainy, but he looks like one of those death metal goth heads, or whatever they’re called. All dressed in black with long hair I took umbrage at my mother describing my boyfriend this way. John was the Lord of the Underworld. How else was he supposed to dress?
Household life is crowded and dusty; life gone forth is wide open. . . Suppose I shave off my hair and beard, put on the ochre robe, and go forth from the home life into homelessness.
I had the most expensive haircut you can get, and I was walking around with my hair in rollers backstage, and my hair still came out looking like I was shot out of a cannon and I had just gotten out of bed.
I shut up everything inside. Everything. " Words ground out through clenched teeth. "I thought if I could hold it, just hold it, it would be fine. But it's not. " "Why?" she asked. "Why are you losing control so badly?" The answer, when it came, broke Sascha's heart. "Hawke. " It was an almost soundless whisper. "Oh, Sienna. " She stroked her hand over the girl's hair, even as her mind worked at piercing speed. "Has it been cumulative?" Sienna nodded. "The second I met him, everything crumbled, my shields, my conditioning, everything!
I don't want water!" Sarah cries, her face buried against my chest. I can't see what's going on in the rest of the lobby beacuse Sarah's hair is flying up in my face, blocking my view. I want justice!" she wails. Well, we'll get you some of that too. " Magda has appeared from out of nowhere. "Maybe there's some in the freezer.
Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles.
Now remember courage, go to the door,Open it and see whether coiled on the bedOr cringing by the wall, a savage beastMaybe with golden hair, with deep eyesLike a bearded spider on a sunlit floorWill snarl-and man can never be alone.
I look like a turnip with hair in the morning!
I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.
Hair wax is my go-to. When it comes to shampoo, I use whatever is at the rink.
Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.
Because I was young, I had this long hair, and people used to try to tip me with joints.
Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have. . . yep.
If you lose your temper, your sound sleep will go, and you will have to use a tranquilizer or sleeping pills? Then gradually, more white hair, wrinkles.
Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.
It was an odd situation. For a century and a half, men got rid of their own hair, which was perfectly comfortable, and instead covered their heads with something foreign and uncomfortable. Very often it was actually their own hair made into a wig. People who couldn't afford wigs tried to make their hair look like a wig.