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All well - from the neck down.Neck-- Aby Warburg
had a smattering of chest hair that looked
I'm not bothered by my appearance.
Promise me you'll be careful, my boy." She handed him the pack she'd assembled.
"Don't worry. The Wolf has no interest in me," he said, smiling through his pain. "I'm all gristle.
My face is something between groteque and beautiful, Salai. It is something far less interesting; it is plain.
Whilst Man, however well-behaved,
At best is but a monkey shaved!
You see me no more comfortable in it than a cat coiffed with a calabash.
Surrounded by a very, very pissed-off face. Not merely angry. Livid. "Excuse me?" I squeak, finding my voice. "Why can't you all just leave me the fuck alone?" The handsome - really handsome - stranger in front of me is shaking in rage, and
A face that looked like it had been whittled out of driftwood.
undemonstrative in a burly fat-pig style
Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me.
On the surface I'm a mild mannered person, that's until you scratch the animal inside.
The unadulteratedness makes a person beautiful.
His broad, flat face, made asymmetrical and inconceivably ugly by the scar, radiates friendly solicitude. Justineau
I'm sorry,' I said.
'Sorry? SORRY?' She splayed her arms. Bits of mud flew off.
I didn't know what to do with my own-- how to even look her in the eye. I'd seen her mad before, but never...never at me. I'd never had a friend to quarrel with-- who cared enough.
He was bald-headed except for a little fringe of rust-colored hair and his face was nearly the same color as the unpaved roads and washed like them with ruts and gullys.
Wary, as if surrounded by strangers.
atop his head a goofy skin cap simulating baldness and fringed with shoulder-length scraggle.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who Love you.
Beauty is nonchalance.
Shaken and not stirred.
Unblest is he who thinks himself unblest.[15]
Don't confuse deformed with cute.
screwed blued and tattooed
I cannot believe how fine I am with being bald.
I am, as it is bliss to be,
Still and untroubled.
My hound hath no nose.
He hadn't shaved that morning, she noticed. Maybe not for a handful of mornings, and the scruff gave his square jaw a toughness that suggested the wild teenager had long ago become a man.
Stubborn, snarly male.
You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs," I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. "Why is that, do you think?"
"The cow licked it off the last time she milked me," he said between his teeth. "For God's sake, Sassenach!
I quite like looking mucky; it's quite nice not having to care about how you look.
No more in life would that face be free of care.
My style is scruffy with a touch of androgyny.
I'm actually a pretty clean-cut person.
shorn their heads
A cat without a tail.
I'm not fashionable.
The simple child again, free from all stains.
scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for.
She was clean: no piercings, tattoos, or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching three generations of flaccid tattoos droop like moth-eaten upholstery over poorly stuffed biceps and saggy asses?
Pretty is different,' he murmured. 'Pretty has no scars. You are ... ' jaw muscles tensed again. 'Like the morning sky in Afghanistan. Not 'pretty'. Word's 'breathtaking'.
Some men look great unshaven; others just look like they forgot to shave. Beards and mustaches can be really distinctive if you go for an earthy, rock-and-roll look like the Kings of Leon or the Killers.
That was the thing about cats; even the scruffiest one was convinced of its innate superiority.
It's not a beard, it's an animal I've trained to sit very still.
Handsome is as handsome does
I am not pretty, I am not ugly,
I am not true, I am not false,
I am just me,
a reality, a conception not a misinterpretation.
No one looks or feels attractive when angry.
Rough as a badger's arse
Gravelip, a young, slight footman with a pocked nose and large ears, obediently gave a smile like toothache. He seemed less than delighted to have outpaced his friends in the ugliness race.
Baby, everything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
I've always been a stubble man; I don't do clean-shaven.
I always dress scruffily, but at weekends I live in muddy Wellies.
We checked ourselves in the mirror before we left. We were flushed and a little rumpled, but in a good way. We looked vibrant, wild, happy. The hair and the clothes and the makeup made me feel like someone new, but the happy is what made me unrecognizable.
Furless now, upright, My banished
and experimental
child
You said, though your own heart condemn you
I do not condemn you.
In war, there are no unwounded
My life is not packaged,
Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jagged
Edges that cut even my friends.
He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!
I'm hideous"
"You could never be hideous"
"Forget it" I wanted this conversation over.
"I can't forget it," Gran said, not giving up so easily. "I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.
No person who is well bred, kind and modest is ever offensively plain; all real deformity means want for manners or of heart.
Wrinkled, wrinkled little star ... hope they never see the scars.
For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print ... substitute drunken dog, ragged head, seld-shaven, odd-eyed, stuttering, or any other epithet which truly and properly belongs to the gentleman in question.
I'm cool with the way I look, I'm not an ugly dog, but I don't see myself as a stud or anything.
While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.
I don't like myself without a beard.
He'd been an odd one, that boy with the camera. Such a distinctive physique: pale skin so taut on his skeleton, holding himself with a shy hunch, not ugly as such but certainly not handsome, with a demeanor eager to cause no trouble, to attract no attention.
He is but as the stubble of the field, and yet he has no beard.
His stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes
grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love
they seduced her every time ... but not tonight.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Her pubic hair grew like a patch of grass that had been trampled by a passing army.
I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?
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.
I'm never shaken or stirred.
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?
When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.
My hair covers my scarring.'
'But we've agreed that no one notices your scarring once they're around you. You woo them like a big, fat hairy black spider, and no matter how much they struggle they're helpless.
I'm best when I'm feral, when I don't wash or shave or change my trousers for a couple of weeks.
To stand up straight - not straightened
Ugh," she muttered, tugging his hair. "Your are so pretty. Like delicate butterfly beneath my boot."
"Ugh, " he replied, pulling one of her own curls, which were thick and coarse. "You are so mad. Like a rabid hound that needs to be put down.
Pirate's unruly mop has been tenderly coaxed into a hairstyle as neat as biological circumstances will allow.
We are charmed by neatness: Let not your hair be out of order.
[Lat., Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capilli.]
The untouched created the unbroken.
A girl without braids is like a mountain without waterfalls.
By nothing,under no conditions, be ye perturbed.
There was nothing common about him, first impressions be damned. Behind those spectacles lurked something feral and untamable. He hadn't moved from his chair, and yet she felt a little tickle in her palms. A catch in her breath. His eyes were too sharp, his expression far too even.
There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.
Uglier than death backin' outta the outhouse readin' mad magazine and crazy as a football bat.
Creff was visibly agitated by the stranger's appearance at our door. Memory calls to mind the anxious wringing of his hands, resembling two furless pink badgers wrestling for each other's throats ...
He wasn't aware of it but when he smiled he looked like an amiable bear. When he didn't smile he didn't look amiable
Do not act incautiously when confronting a little bald wrinkly smiling man!
I've never been a fluffy sort of woman ...
Lothaire:
Hate scars. I'm physically flawless
why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.
people; 'Manners like a creased polyester shirt
Still dressed in matching butler suits with pink bow ties, the redcaps filed into the dining room, every one of them scowling at me. Ash's eyes widened and he quickly hid his mouth under his laced fingers, but I saw his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Luckily, the redcaps didn't notice.
Only very few people can remain unruffled by trouble.
Annoyingly attractive
I've still got a brilliant head of hair, which refuses to lay down!
I stared at him over the rim of my mug and didn't say anything.
Gideon shoved his shirttails into his slacks with obvious frustration. "Fine."
"Thank you."
"You could refrain from grinning like the Cheshire cat," he muttered.
I'm totally calm. I would just like to know who marred your skin so that I can put a name and face to the creature I'm going to kill very slowly." "I think we might have different definitions of calm," I said wryly. "I've never been calmer in my life.
annoying attractive
An unkind describer might refer to her face as like a party nobody's turned up to.