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Tybalt's what we call 'Cait Sidhe' - the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes."
"Meow," said Tybalt, deadpan.
Brandi is mean skinny, that kind that doesn't come naturally and makes her face look all hallow and scary.
green with little golden spots.
That's not who you are," Blythe said.
"Who am I?"
"My little wolf." She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. "All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.
soft and sweet to look at with a prickly personality and a streak of defiant personality. I smirked. Kitten. It suited her.
Tatted like a Mexican, fresher than a freshman.
Oh, my. What a lovely shade of bitch you're wearing today.
T-SHIRT
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
If you were a tree, what kind would you be?
I'm really a pussycat - with an iron tail.
Pretty as a pineapple," pronounced
The southern edge of town. Tim was a liver-colored bird dog, the pet of Maycomb. "What's he doing?" "I don't know, Scout. We better go home.
[in regards to Chad's Nifty Over Fifty Moustache and Beard Darkener] "'Dark Bravado Blonde, Number 143.' The name alone makes my loins all aquiver."
Amber
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
Sweet on the street, alpha in the sheets.
Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She's working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her legs are clad in black fishnets that run into a pair of white-heeled boots - still a knockout.
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
Brightheart, a pretty white she-cat with ginger patches on her fur like fallen leaves, had
My little cup brims with tiddles.
I call my golden retriever Cara my 'white wolf.' She's changed my attitude and made me write this book where the wolf is the hero, not the villain.
When I was a kid I had this funny blonde hair and everyone called me 'Chick' because I looked like Tweety Bird.
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
I used the stormy gray and heather brown shadows from the Lilac Rose Eye Palette to create a soft smokey eye for Veronica Beard's Spring 2013 show. The look was dramatic but delicate.
What color are your panties?
Skinny as a fence post.
Black Wind was Asha's longship. He had not seen his sister in ten years, but that much he knew of her. Odd that she would call it that, when Robb Stark had a wolf named Grey Wind. "Stark is grey and Greyjoy's black," he murmured, smiling, "but it seems we're both windy.
My mother is part albino. Bella Swan
Swift as shadow, short as any dream
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
She wasn't huge or anything, but she wasn't one of the super slim women or the curvy ones who looked lush and beautiful. She was just sort of in between and ... blah.
"Give a mint to know what you're thinking right now," Steele muttered.
"I'm blah," she blurted out.
Sometimes I like her calm, unwild,
gentle as a sleeping child,
and wonder as she lies, a fur ring,
curled upon my lap, unstirring
is it me or Tibbles purring?
nocturnal purple.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
hippo. Like something that basks, anyway. Even her knitting is going better than
Katniss the mockingjay
Bridget -
I like my tea like I like my men. Strong, sweet and dark.
Joan -
I like my tea like I like my men too. Still warm.
Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name."
"It's Taylor's middle name,
I am known by many names, but you may call me...Tim.
Sexy with a capital SEX.
Think pink but don't wear it
The very pink of perfection.
She is dark browed, sarcastic and occasionally mean spirited. A knife amongst all this flesh, The kind of woman who starts chaos in strangers all day.
She chose a very pale teal, halfway between blue and green, with a white silk fichu at the neck.
I know I'm pretty, but I ain't as pretty as a couple of titties.
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
ANT. The ground indeed is tawny.
SEB. With an eye of green in 't.
ANT. He misses not much.
SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
She has such guileless teeth: asexual teeth, nothing fanged about them. She used to worry about looking so symmetrical, so blond, but she's come to think of this as an asset. Her small teeth alarm no one: bland is good camouflage. -
What colour was her scythe?"
"Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Is it sexy in here or is it just me? - T-shirt.
I wonder what Matthias would have to say about that outfit." "He wouldn't approve." "He doesn't approve of anything about you. But when you laugh, he perks up like a tulip in fresh water." Nina snorted. "Matthias the tulip." "The big, brooding, yellow tulip.
Is tall and rangy, with muscled thighs that start three inches apart. She looks like she probably runs up a mountain every day and doesn't even know what a KitKat is.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
What do I look like? A blonde rolodex for boys who've lost an archery match with cupid?
Quite definitely a Bingley
Orange, Longbottom.
I'm trustworthy and true and a whole of other positive words that start with T.
I definitely am a Twihard!
Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
THTL - too hot to live
Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold.
She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.
Meretricious. Showily attractive but cheap or insincere.
Is Elizabeth Taylor fat? Her favorite food is seconds.
Blonde Queenie, the most beautiful girl ever to don witches' robes, is standing in a silk slip, supervising the mending of a dress on a dressmaker's dummy. Jacob is thunderstruck.
Ranger is Cuban-American with skin the color of a mocha latte, heavy on the mocha, and a body that can best be described as yum.
Vibrant eyes, chocolate brown, kind. The mosaic of Bodee Lennox.
Jason said, "Yes. Gerard T. Giraffe."
What does the 'T' stand for?"
'The.
If I had to describe Trish, I would say: "high school parking lot." She smokes. She wears too much makeup. She probably gives great hand jobs.
I saw a transvestite wearing a T-shirt that said 'Guess'.
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
Brown, I say, deep brown. Like coffee without any milk.
Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf.
It teekles nozzing like Jock Torrance would like to teekle you, madame.
green T-Bird. When
Who's that little brunette?" Suzanne asked. "I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet."
"Big boobs," Beth said, glancing up.
Well, proud Mary's fat arse!
Fire-breathing bitch-queen.
Pretty was hardly the word. With her fierce curled lips, black eyes and clean angry bones she must have stood out in her graduating class like a chicken hawk in a flock of pullets.
She was wearing her T-shirt with the bull's-eye printed over her heart, the one that says, GO AHEAD AND TRY IT, BUFFY.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Half-Christian, half-Jewish, a 'cathjew nut',
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.
Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!'
'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!
I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.
What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with that old grey widow-maker?
tee that stretched taut against his powerful
Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse.
The fake seen tawdry.
To a toad, what is beauty? A female with pop eyes, a wide mouth, yellow belly, and a spotted back,
My mother was a stout woman with a man's name - Billie. She was plain-faced with honest eyes - no black grease by the lash line, no blue powder on the lids, eyebrows not plucked up high and thin.
Plain as a pike-staff.
Annie Taliaferro had that hammerhead look about her, like a breachy range cow, or a bunch-quitting steer.
I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.
Logan's brow rose. I'll have you know that these are Armani track pants.