Findings:
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She asked me to read her a poem
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
- Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- She Will Have Her Way
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
- She knows no truth except her own.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- It's okay. I thought I knew her too.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Bathe her and bring her to me
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- Telling Anna you love her the first time
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- she had already found her party
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Don't tell me about her
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- She practices her speech
- She flies with her own wings
- her arms around me
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She always confused her greys with white.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- I fell in love with her first
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- serene. She sips her tea
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- I asked her not to forget me
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- the way she wears her weary
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She thought about giving him her heart
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- How can I comfort you when it breaks me too?
- A hollow longing in her that will last
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- No hero in her sky
- Can You Forgive Her?
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- I love her backwards
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- How long have you been in love with her?
- GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
- when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- All he left her was alone
- Now he dances to bring her back.
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
- I can see her face
- My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
- Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
- her eyes can't find you at first
- Give Her To The Monsters
- A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
- The first time I saw her
- her first time
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- Tell Laura I love her
- Only her hands would give her away
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- I still love her (user)
- I will kiss her blemish
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
- I fell in love with her fist
- Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- It's been an hour. I still love her.
- Bleed to Love Her
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