L.A. Weatherly Quotes
Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.
L.A. Weatherly
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Hannah Arendt
I think I was dealt a good hand. I have happy genes.
Maeve Binchy
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Eddie Vedder
Pearl Jam
When I'm home on a break, I lock myself in my room and play guitar. After two or three hours, I start getting into this total meditation. It's a feeling few people experience, and that's usually when I come up with weird stuff. It just flows. I can't force myself. I don't sit down and say I've got to practice.
Eddie Van Halen
Van Halen
I did accents and funny voices for the family when I was growing up.
Lake Bell
I'm as old as the moon and the stars, and as young as the trees and the lakes. My style comes from looking at what came before me, and from visiting a lot of places.
Afrika Bambaataa
Every year, thousands of Californians flee that populous paradise for tax-eased small government oasis of America's red states.
Allen West
I love to be in Hawaii - everything very natural, and my style reflects that.
Colbie Caillat
We find that other employees are very enthusiastic about their fellow crew members who have disabilities-or what they previously thought of as disabilities.
Carl Karcher
Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.
L.A. Weatherly