“When I die, I want to be buried in a long long-sleeve black Ralph Lauren dress and brown chunky boots. I want my hair styled like his models, long hair that flows. I also want natural makeup with a light pink lip.” WantLongLightDiesBlackNaturalHairModelsFlowDressesLipsBrownMakeupBuriedBootsSleevesLong HairLauren Author:Nadine Velazquez
“Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.J.” MayEndsDoneRunningLyingNightStrongStarsWaterWhiteDarknessSunTreeJourneyLandFlowerHairBearsMountainSpringShadowWesternBranchesBuriedTowersFarewellJewelsMerryBudSteepSwayingSun And StarsFinches Author:J. R. R. Tolkien
“I don't want water!" Sarah cries, her face buried against my chest. I can't see what's going on in the rest of the lobby beacuse Sarah's hair is flying up in my face, blocking my view. I want justice!" she wails. Well, we'll get you some of that too." Magda has appeared from out of nowhere. "Maybe there's some in the freezer.” WantWellsI CanFacesWaterJusticeViewsCryHairFlyingBlockChestsBuriedFreezer Author:Meg Cabot
“How I will cherish you then, you grief-torn nights! Had I only received you, inconsolable sisters, on more abject knees, only buried myself with more abandon in your loosened hair. How we waste our afflictions! We study them, stare out beyond them into bleak continuance, hoping to glimpse some end. Whereas they're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine year -- ; not only a season --: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.” YearsEndsNightDarkGriefStudyHairWasteSeasonsStaringKneesSoilAbandonCherishBuriedShelterSiteAfflictionTornGlimpseSettlementBleakAbodeContinuanceFoliageClandestine Book:Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters Source: Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters
“For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightly as he could. I felt him shuddering, shuddering against me as he buried his face in my hair. I said, uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please."" — Grace and Sam (Shiver)” LooksSaidStillsHandsEyeRememberFacesFeltGraceMinesHairArmsPleaseHis EyesBuriedYellowCoatsLook At MeBlanketShiverShuddering Book:Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner) Source: Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)