You're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt. " That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.
If I wore a sleeveless shirt, people would try to feed me after the match.
I find it hard to relax around any man who's got the second button on his shirt undone.
If you leave here, War can find you again. What are you going to do if that happens? (Tory) Leave bloodstains on his best shirt. (Acheron)
My dad wears girls' clothes - it's so funny. Sometimes I see him and I'm like, 'Nice shirt!,' because it's from my closet.
I am always looking for a cool tee shirt; maybe one with a rock band or an old advertisement.
The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.
I think a fragrance is more of a signature than even what you wear - something you'll remember more down the road than a shirt.
I remember the time when I met my first girlfriend. It was raining and I was walking, and all of a sudden this girl put an umbrella over my head. Then my hair and clothes were wet, and she said, “Oh! There's something on your shirt. ” And that was when I just fell for her.
They can't expect anyone to actually pay for a shirt that says, 'I (picture of an elephant) the San Diego Zoo. ' What does that even mean?
Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaned against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them in a white gauze. “Okay, now take off your shirt. ” (Isabelle) “I knew there was something in this for you. ” (Jace) ~pg. 329~
Even though I'm resting I'm accomplishing something by sewing that shirt that I've been meaning to sew for weeks. And it's relaxing. It's so very meditative and quiet and enjoyable. But at least I'm producing something. I'm being productive in some way. I have a very hard time being completely idle.
Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I'm given a shirt that's too clean, one that's completely white, I immediately start having doubts.
His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost to him. He knew now that his life was not his own. It belonged to his duty, to his task. He was the Seeker. Nothing more. Nothing less. Not his own man, but a pawn to be used by others. A tool, same as his sword, to help others, that they might have the life he had only glimpsed for a twinkling. He was no different from the dark things in the boundary. A bringer of death.
And what's with the shirt? You think you're in Fiji?" "It's like being on vactaion. all of the time.
You look ridiculous,” Wren said. “What?” “That shirt. ” It was a Hello Kitty shirt from eighth or ninth grade. Hello Kitty dressed as a superhero. It said SUPER CAT on the back, and Wren had added an H with fabric paint. The shirt was cropped too short to begin with, and it didn’t really fit anymore. Cath pulled it down self-consciously. “Cath!” her dad shouted from downstairs. “Phone. ” Cath picked up her cell phone and looked at it “He must mean the house phone,” Wren said. “Who calls the house phone?” “Probably 2005. I think it wants its shirt back.
Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt
I would never play in England in another shirt other than Arsenal's.
If in doubt, anything looks good with a white shirt.
I can deal with your judgment, because I've always marched to the beat of my own drummer--ever since i cut my camp shirt into a halter top.