Not exact matches
And I remember the evangelist — a wild - eyed man waving a Bible in one
hand, slicking his
hair back with the other and shouting himself hoarse on the Good News.
I remember seeing her come through the crowd, skipping
back, two streams of tickets in her
hands, her
hair glowing in the sunlight, a look of pure unadulterated joy on her face, drunk
with power and independence.
Your dad props you up on a shiny red bicycle, gives you a few pointers and an encouraging smile, then runs alongside you
with his
hand securely on the
back of the bike seat, steadying and supporting you as you fly down the sidewalk
with the wind in your
hair and a thrilled and slightly terrified grin on your face.
After drying all of Uma's
hair, David applied extra Pequi Oil on his
hands and gathered her
hair with his fingers to braid it into a long, loose braid down the center of Uma's
back.
Start by parting
hair down the middle, then secure
hair back with one
hand while using your other to pull strands into a slight bump at the crown.
Sweep it
back with your
hands, secure it
with a
hair tie, and then use your fingers to tousle your bangs and scrunch up your ponytail, adding more texturizing spray if your
hair needs more shape.
All I want is for my 14 - month - old to wear a dress and a bow and stand still against an aged brick wall in optimal outdoor natural lighting while holding my
hand and looking up at me in adoration while I stare
back at her wearing a dress and heels
with perfectly styled
hair and a designer handbag so I can post the non-blurry picture to Instagram and include 30 well - placed hashtags so the internet people can fawn en masse over our cuteness.
I stand 5» 9 black
hair light brown eyes
with hazel mixed normal build a little muscular tattooed on both sides of my neck and
back and chest stomach and arm's and
hands and fingers piercings in my eyebrow and ear's lip tounge and both nipples I own my house and have two trucks my own business...
im bout 5ft 2in,
hair color changes
with my mood, its dark red right now, i live it b n blonde, i have grown up kids that live on their own, yes grand kids 2, im educated 2 a degree n arts like
hands on art, want 2 go
back 2 college next yr 4 some more training, love movies, play n pool, drink...
Then she lifted her face, brushing her
hair back with one
hand, and I saw the trademark oddity of her left eye, which bulged in its socket, the iris wandering off to one side.
She can just make the crab out, shadowed and distorted, trundling sideways across the rock, and she pursues it, kicking her feet to stay pressed down against the bottom, and then she lays her
hands on the cold crisp shell, somersaults in the water, and surges upward into her own plume of
hair, up along a passage of black rock, pitted and winding, gaping windows alterately fountaining water or sucking it
back, the weeds moving rhythmically in and out
with this labored breathing, some trick of the light making the pool's surface into a shifting mirror, and though she should look up and see her grandpa bent over the pool, she can not.
Momentarily, the man paused — to smile, to catch his breath, to adjust his waistcoat, and,
with both
hands, to sweep
back his wavy chestnut - coloured
hair.
Now he was somebody's eighty - year - old grandpa stooped and swaying in her kitchen, his once handsome face puffy, his
hair white and wild, his
hands dusky and sometimes shaking, the
backs covered
with ragged, red spots.
Most white Miniature Schnauzers
with correct harsh coats will have a yellowish streak on their
backs and head when their
hair is
hand stripped and the ends become blown or dead.
Her portraits of friends and colleagues — Mary Kelly, seen from the
back with her beautiful
hands fixing her
hair in an iconic knot, or the soft, poignant face of John Baldessari, elder statesman of the Los Angeles art world — draw us in.