Savage Short Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

He fixed his eyes on me for a long while, as if it were our first meeting. "See—I told you that you look good without makeup." I touched my face instinctively. It felt like my skin was able to get some fresh air when it wasn't covered in thick makeup. I mumbled, "I look ugly barefaced…" "Not at all. Have faith in what we artists see. Identifying beauty is what we do best," Matthias objected instantly. "Those who say that you're ugly are either blind or arrogant people who refuse to admit that they like you.

Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she heard any wrong of her father she can literally destroy everything. “If you thing my life is a joke then I can leave you like it's funny ." - Amelia Ashford .............. Soon to be released and I am looking forward for your support and love and hope you'll like it.

I smiled and shrugged. At this moment, a sarcastic voice filled with sarcasm rang out from the tree. "Why didn't I see that? Do you put a bunch of powder on your face, then believe that you are beautiful? You know how to joke. What will your natural appearance look like if you shave off that layer of powder and take off that expensive designer outfit?

I said laughing. “Sure.” Aman said laughing back along with everyone. “When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in the sky of the silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it –delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.” I said smiling looking at the Moon. “Wow! Every time after hearing you say these quotes I want to read them too. But the way you say them feeling the emotion actually makes them more beautiful.” Sushant said smiling.

"I don't like to repeat my words " . . So how's is it? Do you guys want me to use aesthetics? Do press the like button as it will help me a lot. ​​​​​

Messy curls, combat boots, forest in the background, caption: “If I go missing, delete my browser history, then avenge me. Xoxo.” I post it to my story easily, interesting that the service is so good in the middle of the wilderness. If I’m going to be kidnapped by cultists, I’m at least going viral. With final resignation I step onto the path. I can do this. I once wore a polyester sausage costume for twelve hours slinging samples of vegan hot dogs outside a strip mall. Twenty five sweaty, mosquito-infested minutes later my boots are covered in dirt, my hair’s a humid disaster and there’s a twig in my bra that I’ve accepted as part of my personality.

The moment I walked past, the air shifted. Conversations stopped. Eyes followed. I felt them looking at me. I heard their comments as I walked past. “She’s a rogue” “Not just a rogue. She’s a savage” “What the hell is she doing here?” “She’s so out of place” “I bet she won’t last long” I kept my shoulders straight and my chin lifted. I had learned long ago that lowering your eyes invited predators. My wolf paced inside me. she was restless. She kept pacing against my ribs like she wanted out.

“I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.” The Beast. A wolf skull mask. Bleached bone and brutal honesty. His photo is nothing but forearms, thick and inked, veins popping beneath skin. His shirt is black, too tight, arms crossed like a challenge. He didn’t smile. Didn’t need to. “I don’t do soft. I take. I fuck. I leave marks. Don’t wear anything you want to keep.” I didn’t hesitate when I saw them. Didn’t ask myself if I was ready. I just hit reply.

"I like it." "Of course you do." My eyes narrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." but I could see right through it. "Are you saying I'm tasteless?" I taunted lifting my chin. "Because let me remind you I'm with you." Nate grinned in that way that made my heart forgets how to beat for a moment. "What I'm saying is that you wouldn't judge something hideous for your life." "That is not true!" "No? Tell me one thing you find ugly."

I asked. He squinted at my wheel, head tilted. “Why your work so ugly?” Aurora made a choking sound as she tried and failed to cover her laugh. I placed a hand over my heart. “First of all,” I said gravely, “my work is not ugly. You just don’t have the artistic eyes to see how good it is.” Alex frowned, confusion written on his face.“What’s atistic eyes?” “It’s seeing beyond what’s there,” I told him smoothly. “Understanding the soul of the art.”