Never expect people to understand, respect or love you , they are just a bunch of dirty flesh and fake skins. Staring to eat you when you are fat enough.

God bless your soul, you’re a horrible liar.” Logan smiled as he leaned back on the door. “Answer me this Rachel?” he said placing his hands on his waist. “Why do you keep staring at...

Why am I impatient I am unsure for what is patience? And why should I ultimately feel that I am lacking in it. Is it timing? Waiting? Abstaining? Obligation? Longing? Torture? Perseverance? Discipline? Wanting? Someone...

I never get used to the faces–wide-eyed and full of possibility–staring bad at me.

Raven briefly pondered the phrase, “staring down the barrel of a gun”. It wasn’t really that accurate, he decided. After all, it was too dark to see any features down a barrel, only a black...

I have returned, as prophesied.” Then I just stand there staring at them.

When my eyes meet his gaze as we’re sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one...

Never keep staring at the dreams you have on the paper… Don’t just live like a spectator. You have the power, you have the mine, you have the skills, you can dribble your obstacles to...

Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much useless and complicated factuality. Its symptoms can be a long-term interest in the weather, or a sustained soaring feeling,...

When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

Can you tell by where my eyes are looking what I’m thinking? Hint: I’m staring directly at your vagina.

Only by glaring into the depths of ones own reflection can we find our true selves. It is here where the mirrored voices of our souls speak and can be heard.

You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your...

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

Nothing in this world makes me arrogant as much as catching you staring at me.

The moment when you dream of someone deeply at night and in the morning you see that person staring and smiling at you.For me there is no word to express that feeling.

The reason why a man cannot stop staring at a woman ass is only because God has spent 80 percent of his time and efforts on woman ass and 20 percent on her entire body.