Everything I got, I'm willing to sacrifice
My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away. . . literally.
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too. " "I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated. " Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty. " Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.
At about 40, the roles started slowing down. I started getting offers to play mothers and grandmothers
Talent's like a baby. Wrap it up in wool and it goes to sleep.
Two simple principles lie at the bottom of the whole matter, and they may be precipitated into two rules. The first is that, when there is a choice, the milder drink is always the better-not merely the safer but the better. The second is that no really enlightened drinker ever takes a drink at a time when he has any work to do. There is, of course, more to it than this; but these are sufficient for the beginner, and even the virtuoso never outgrows them.
Stop it now and take control. Write this on a card and pin it up where you can see it. . . MY THOUGHTS CONTROL MY LIFE!