Berry Cute Quotes

It's always you ladybird," he says softly "don't you know?

Is there anything hotter than a cute guy who is also armed and dangerous? I think not.

Strawberry?” He kept his hand on the bear. “It’s silly. The bear’s name.” “Why is that?” I kept my voice low and calm. “All my bears are berries. So, like, there’s Blueberry and Boysenberry and Raspberry and Roddenberry.” “Roddenberry?” “Um, you know, the creator of Star Trek.

It’s no secret that kids with ASD can be aggressive, and people never understand that it’s not because they’re violent. It’s almost always because they’re intensely frustrated or can’t communicate what they want, but nobody ever sees it that way, and their judgment toward Mason only gets worse the older he gets. People used to be so sweet and kind to us. Back then, he was cute as a button, and his huge, half-terrified blue eyes melted your heart even if he was kicking or throwing things at you. All you wanted to do was help him feel better. But now? All that’s different. I see the way everyone looks at him. How they clutch their purses next to themselves when he comes close, like violence and stealing go hand in hand. Nobody’s kind, and they’re definitely not helpful. They turn their noses up at him like they smell something funny when he starts smacking his hands together or repeating the same sentence over and over again. People purposefully cross to the other side of the street when they see us coming. It makes me so angry and heartsick.

My mint chocolate is delicious----and not at all leafy. Benny has made a mixed-berries-and-cream concoction that is, I hate to admit upon tasting it, next level. Nia, Seb, and Lily are brought in as the blind taste testers, and while they stress that both ice creams were excellent, two out of three prefer Benny's. He takes an obnoxious bow as the whole group---including me, grudgingly---gives him a round of applause. I try not to let my annoyance show until filming wraps up and most people disperse from the kitchen, at which point I take it out on a sticky spot on the counter where some batter spilled. "I think you got it all." Benny's voice is so close behind me that I nearly jump out of my shoes. "Keep scrubbing that hard and you'll wear a hole through the counter." "Keep minding your own business if you don't want me to wear a hole through your head, mister." He laughs as he leans against the counter beside me, one muscular forearm making its way into my line of sight. "I'm not even sure what that means, but you're cute when you're grumpy. Relax, Reese's Pieces. It's still early in the season and we're only oh-and-one. Not that anyone's keeping score." I grit my teeth but say no more, and soon enough he gets the picture and makes himself scarce. He's joking around, but I'm already all too aware of the score, picturing it in bold letters and neon lights: Benny---1, Reese---0.

I sighed. “Yeah, so not really. I messed around with some guys, did the deed with a few. The last time was with a really cute cowboy I had a crush on. But it was a colossal failure. He lasted maybe two thrusts. I haven’t had the big O with a person not myself for… well, ever, come to think of it.” I wiggled my fingers. “I know my own way around the old strawberry patch, but I’ve heard it’s not nearly as fun to pluck the berry alone.

He’s adorable and awkward, and if books and movies have taught us nothing else, it’s always the cute nerdy guy who loves to eat pussy.

That’s cute,” I said, forcing a smile. I didn’t doubt he loved me, but I’d never forgotten those years I’d spent listening to him describe how losing Kate had been like losing part of his body and that he was only half a person without her.

That color doesn’t remind me of eggplant, for what it’s worth. It reminds me of blackberries. The best berry if you ask me. It reminds me of irises. They have the best scent of any flower. It reminds me of night, just before dawn. The best time of day.” “You’re all the best things to me, Sloane. No matter how many bruises are in your heart or on your skin.

near the place it had stood again. Her feelings were so mixed up! Once they arrived at her old home, she could scarcely bring herself to look. When she finally mustered up the courage to do so, she gasped. Her friends had tidied up the area around her hut and added decorations to make it cute! They’d tucked berries and cones around the outside of the hut and donated things to make it homier. There was a new rug woven from bark strips on the hut’s swept dirt floor, a shell vase with flowers on her table, pictures on the walls, and a new hammock and quilt. A dozen homemade candles sat here and there, bringing golden light. “Thanks, you guys!” said Echo. “It’s b-beautiful!” Overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, tears welled up in her eyes. The way she was feeling, she was going to need some of Hera’s shop’s tissues pretty soon. “That’s not all,” said Daphne. “Look!” She led Echo around to the back side of the stump.