Sentences with phrase «really rock girl»

You really rock girl, you know that!!??! Love you to itty bitty little pieces < 3 < 3 < 3

Not exact matches

She lived to 102 and really rocked the «Girl Power Yoga.»

I This girl also knows how to rock slouchy wear and Birkenstocks, without looking like a hobo / camper;) Oh, and you should really check out her blog for cool DIY's and interior inspiration as well!

From this killer pale pink jacket I picked up, to an amazing red / gold two piece I could see myself rocking in Vegas, Jenabelle really has amazing options for any type of girl.

Dang, girl, you really know how to rock a skinny jean!

Girls with blue eyes can rock any shadow color they want, but warm, neutral colors like peach, bronze, or champagne will really make your eyes pop.

Being 33 weeks pregnant I really enjoy finding blogs where gorgeous girls rock maternity looks!

So I'm going to be completely honest with you (and I never say this) but I really think I rock this shirt better than the girl on the website.

Quiet, respectful, romantic, loves rock, specially metal., drummer, punk, HC, but is not really important, loves to cook for my girl, loves to watch a movie with some wine,,, let's try

Picnic At Hanging Rock grips one like a vise, and is full of superb epiphanies: the thunderbolt moment when Michael, after searching the Rock alone, recovers from subsequent catatonia just long enough to thrust a piece of torn lace, from a girl's dress, into Albert's hand; the sudden, nervous volte - face when timorous Miss Lumley hands in her notice; the visit of the apparently recovered Irma, clad all in red, to the school gym, where her friends greet her first with hostile silence and then with a barrage of questions about what really happened, giving way to uncontrollable mass hysteria in the process.

Roger Spottiswoode Oh mate it's brilliant this one «cos it's got Jonathan Pryce chewing the scenery in wonderful style and Michelle Yeoh rocks up as my favourite Bond girl and Gotz Otto as the villain's «heavy» is really good and Vincent Schiavelli has an hilarious and brutal cameo and David Arnold's music is awesome and the real world analogies are more relevant today than ever and it's just brilliant in fact it's my favourite Bond so there.

«The film is an ode to the women who raised me; my mom, my sisters, the girls I was in love with or looked up to at school and in the punk rock scene where I really learned about the world,» Mills has said of his latest.

«The film is an ode to the women who raised me; my mom, my sisters, the girls I was in love with or looked up to at school and in the punk rock scene where I really learned about the world,» Mills told Variety.

«I'm a volunteer at the rock and roll camp for girls where the girls learn an instrument, form a band, and perform a concert, all in one week, so I knew that something really ambitious could be done.»

If you would really like to get your girl a large rock but just don't have the budget, there are still some tricks you can use.

Rock Band 2 teased with AC / DC's «Let There Be Rock,» but one song is like that time in high school when the really hot girl you had a crush on dropped her pencil, you went to pick it up at the exact same time as her and TOTALLY saw down her shirt.

, 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,