Tumblr has a big community of bears and bear chasers. All my favorites on Tumblr and all the fan mail I get is all like, "We want to tickle you! What size shoe are you?" They're all like really big, heavyset, bearded guys who are like, "I want to ride your face like a motorcycle!"
I really had no great love for shoes. I was a working First Lady; I was always in canvas shoes. I did nurture the shoes industry of the Philippines, and so every time there was a shoe fair, I would receive a pair of shoes as a token of gratitude.
I'm very superstitious. . . I never shout at magpies, walk under ladders or put my shoes on the table.
I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.
Funny how the world always praises its opera-singers so much and pays 'em so well and then starves its shoemakers, and yet it needs good shoes so much more than it needs opera--or war or fiction.
We forget our health and comfort and notice a pinching shoe. Much of living well is detaching from our boring stories of pain and shifting focus
When it comes to getting dressed, men are a little bit more important than handbags but less important than shoes.
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die.
I've been making shoes my whole life.
My shoes are perfect for the very sexy woman who wants to be elegant.
Walking in high heels should be made an Olympic sport.
Shoes are money well spent and a good metaphor for life: everything else in life may be awful but a shoe will cheer me up, lift my body and take an outfit up five levels. Plus, shoes are easy to carry and fun to collect.
It’s as hard to explain as a sexual proclivity. Some guys like high-heeled shoes. I like horror.
And then they would have the shoe removers on one side, and the non-shoe removers on the other side until they could work through coming to understand why we might both be trying to worship authentically, and because of our cultural background we have these different ideas. But it took a while.
through the loveliness and power of her dream world she was now, in her old frock and botched shoes, very likely the loveliest, mightiest and most dangerous person on earth
I love shoes. I am a shoe fanatic. I have a special closet in my home just for my shoes.
I still get butterflies when I'm doing a runway show. The music starts, you're wearing these gorgeous clothes and your nervous about your high heels, if your shoes are going to break, if your going to slip or do something wrong.
Ballet really lends itself to that because there's such a sense of ritual, with wrapping the shoes every day and preparing new shoes for every performance. It's such a process. It's almost religious, in nature.
I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall. ” “Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.
She could not complain about not having shoes when the person she was talking to had no legs.