#bras

On a good night, I get underwear, bras, and hotel-room keys thrown onstage... You start to think that you're Tom Jones. ↗

— Keanu Reeves

#get #good #good night #i #jones

I ended up being the governor of a very ag state, Nebraska. ↗

— Mike Johanns

#ended #governor #i #nebraska #state

I came from Nebraska, a very middle class family with a progressive father. ↗

— Theodore C. Sorensen

#class #class family #family #father #i

Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless." "He's from Nebraska." Peabody scanned her pocket unit. "From where?" "Nebraska." Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling. Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity. ↗

— Craig Hallam

#city #gothic #greave #greaveburn #river

I have a container full of yelling I keep in my kitchen. It makes a great cleaning product, as it’s wonderfully abrasive.
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— Jarod Kintz

#clean #cleaning #funny #humor #kitchen

First rule of cleavage: it's not how low you go, but where and when you show. ↗

— Elisabeth Squires

#cleavage #elisabeth-dale #humor #style #women

Watch out. Bras are often booby-trapped. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#humor #humor

Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different." Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly. "No, it's not. It hasn't even begun." Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first." ↗

— Ann Brashares

#love #sisterhood #love

La amaba lo suficiente para saber que ella estaría mejor sin él. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#spanish #spanish