Sentences with phrase «nothing ages a girl»

Nothing ages a girl faster than having to be «Mommy» to a guy her own age, who doesn't appreciate her and refuses to grow up.

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Believing in a system that was created by stone age men sitting around a fire telling fairy tales to scare kids and keep people in line, that was propagated by men who learned to write, and that was based on making a class of «preists» and holy men that could get money for doing nothing and that could dictate how olthers should live and molest boys and girls is stupid.

She received nothing but positive feedback and encouragement to move forward with the sprinkle, as there was an age gap with her children and because she was having a girl this time.

When the hospital investigated the cause of the collapse, it was found that the girl had eaten nothing but McDonald's chicken nuggets and fries since the age of two.

and girl you look great all the time - age ain't nothing but a number!

As a single Persian guy that grow up in U.S. from the age of ten, I can honestly say that nothing beats dating a Persian girl.

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What with all the Twilighting going on lately, we should be thankful that once in a while a film like Easy A comes along: a film that honestly and unwaveringly addresses what it means to be a teenage girl in this image laden, information drenched age, rather than resorting to archaic romance fiction techniques with passive heroines who do nothing but wait for inherently violent men to make all the hard decisions.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,