And my wrist froze STAGE FRIGHT
Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?
My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.
Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.
I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.
Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. "I like your dolphin.
There's something about shooting webs out of my wrists and climbing up things that just makes me happy.
I had a major motorcycle accident on CHIPs that gave me a 50-50 chance to live. I broke a lot of bones and fractured ribs and broken wrists.
That was all he said, except for "Aaaeerrgghhh. " Which is not really a word. But the reason that he screamed "Aaaeerrgghhh" was that Franco had bitten him savegly on the wrist.
Reacher said, "So here's the thing Brett. Either you take your hand off my chest, or I'll take it off your wrist.
What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?
Here's me opening my wrists before breakfast, Christmas day, and here's you asking if it hurt. Here's where I choose between mea culpa and Why the hell should I tell you?
My mom had a soft heart after all! Instead of being chained by both wrists, we were only chained by one ankle! I mean, if I’d been looking for proof that she really did love me, this was it, right?
Do you know why they're called mok-gloves? Because they go up to your wrists(pal-mok).
I staggered backward-her one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still holding my wrists behind her-and she followed until my back hit the wall.
When humans work, they frequently become unaware of their own body, their own senses, are surprised to find that their wrists ache or their backs are sore or their friend has left the building. It's as close to an out-of-body experience as can be achieved short of fifty volts, a circle of warding, a pigeon's claw cut from an albino female of purest white feathers, or a lot of mushrooms.
I was shot in the wrist when I was a kid. Deliberately.
She [Monica Seles] has so much control of the racket with those double-handed wrists.
Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists.
Instead of slashing my wrists, I just write a bunch of really crummy songs.