Cute Anonymous Quotes

The donations are usually anonymous, because while philanthropy is a source of pride, philanthropy as the exit strategy of last resort from a comically bad investment isn’t.

A study found that on Facebook, the top descriptors to complete the phrase “My husband is . . .” are “the best,” “my best friend,” “amazing,” “the greatest,” and “so cute.” On Google, under the cloak of anonymity, one of the top five ways to complete that phrase is also “amazing.” The other four: “a jerk,” “annoying,” “gay,” and “mean.”10

I scowled. He was giving me puppy dog eyes, which was totally unfair, especially since they seemed to be hitting me right in the dick. This convinced me that he knew he was cute and was just a little cocktease. And because my taste in men was so shitty, I found that appealing.

There was a time when the days were in our service, While we were with each other in the happiest of lands. Who will now bring me to the house of the dear ones, Where the place is illuminated* and there is times delight* * play on the name of Dau’ Al-makan, literally ‘light of the place’ and nuzhat Al-Zaman literally times delight (on the siblings of night 72)

I would give her the same advice God always gives me if I think to ask: Go do some anonymous things for lonely people, give a few bucks to every poor person you see, return phone calls. Get out of yourself and become a person for others, while simultaneously practicing radical self-care: maybe have a bite to eat, check in with the sky twice, buy some cute socks, take a nap.

The donations are usually anonymous, because while philanthropy is a source of pride, philanthropy as the exit strategy of last resort from a comically bad investment isn't.

Anime-isms” like tsunderes, wind blowing up skirts to expose panties, POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, dedicating your life to someone you met 3mins ago, etc aren’t funny or cute to me at all.

Cute foreign boy, do you need something from me?

There is a cute story attributed to Bertrand Russell (1872-1970) that has puzzled people for decades. There exists an isolated village that has only one barber. Within this village some people go to the barber, and some cut their own hair. The village has the following rule that is strictly enforced: everyone must get their hair cut; furthermore, if you cut your own hair, then you do not go to the barber; and if you do not cut your own hair, you go to the barber. It’s one or the other. While this seemingly innocuous rule works for most people in the village, there is one villager who causes a major problem for the authorities. Ask yourself the question: Who cuts the barber’s hair? If the barber cuts his own hair, then, because of the rule, he cannot go to the barber: but he is the barber! If, on the other hand, the barber goes to the barber, then he is cutting his own hair, in violation of the rule. These two results present a contradiction. The contradiction is that the barber must cut his own hair and must not cut his own hair.

You’re eyeing up that muffin like you wanna make cute, little carrot babies with it.

If you think it would be cute to align all of the equals signs in your code, if you spend time configuring your window manager or editor, if put unicode check marks in your test runner, if you add unnecessary hierarchies in your code directories, if you are doing anything beyond just solving the problem - you don't understand how f�cked the whole thing is.

When I got home I sat on my beanbag chair. Outside the heat of the day was dying down and the sun was low enough to be alluring instead of oppressive. The pool in the courtyard outside my door was deserted, except for a neighbor’s cat crouching on the concrete beside it. As part of my new appreciation of life and nature, I watched the cat. How cute, I thought, the way it would crouch and pounce, practicing its long-lost ancient art of hunting.

Catch me up. I had to stay late after class because I was busy sucking up to the TA,” Brian confessed. “Ellie has a cute freshman lab partner, Sasha’s tired of Victoria, and I sat next to Bo Randolph in biology.” I conveniently left out mention of the note. Three sighs of delight reverberated through the room at the mention of Bo’s name. “Bo looks like he’s sculpted from stone by some master and skin was stretched over the form. Unreal,” Sasha declared. “I’d love to see him in a life drawing class.” “The guns on that guy,” Brian concurred. “Where are all of you seeing him?” I asked, surprised at their distinct recall of Bo’s body. “I see him in the gym, lifting,” Brian said. “Yoga,” Sasha offered. “He does yoga?” My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No, while I’m doing yoga, I see him working out. He’s like all muscle. Last semester’s yoga class at 5 P.M. was packed once word got out that he and his buddy Noah lifted weights there before dinner. It’s like a burlesque show. They start out with their shirts on and then slowly unveil the package as they get sweatier and sweatier,” Sasha explained. “Then, when they’re super hot and super sweaty, they’ll run their discarded shirts over their chests.

Cute but doesn’t act like he knows it?

pandas’ evolutionary strategy is to be so cute that humans will

This had become my de facto outfit, and I’d put it on that morning automatically, without considering the possibility that this Roger guy might be disarmingly cute.

If your brothers haven’t brought you to that revelation, then you gotta sink your cock in cute, sweet, wet, butterfly pussy.

A German shepherd is a lot of dog, but people only see how cute the puppies are and assume it’s going to be easy.

Riddle: Who am I? The most famous thing in the film industry is neither an actor nor an actress. It's not even a cute You Tube kitten. It's totally anonymous. Everybody asks where it is. Nobody can locate it. It appears in probably more than 5,000 movies! Who am I? I'm 'The package'.

Go do some anonymous things for lonely people, give a few bucks to every poor person you see, return phone calls. Get out of yourself and become a person for others, while simultaneously practicing radical self-care: maybe have a bite to eat, check in with the sky twice, buy some cute socks, take a nap.

Girls got all the good things, because folk thought they were cute and sweet. They ought to ask brothers about that! Girls were neither cute nor sweet, they were pains.

Kelly had other good friends, too, but they didn’t translate for her into a path of living, the belief that there was a force she could turn to. Friends are friends. So she would turn to me when she got stuck or too sad, and I would give her the same advice God always gives me if I think to ask: Go do some anonymous things for lonely people, give a few bucks to every poor person you see, return phone calls. Get out of yourself and become a person for others, while simultaneously practicing radical self-care: maybe have a bite to eat, check in with the sky twice, buy some cute socks, take a nap.

Basic plan- be myself, sad cute, depressed. Did I miss much? If not, I'll whack you with a stick to prove I am not weak, small or short.

Jeez. Time really does fly when you’re getting cute.

Like all addicts, then, I have suffered—and I have been the cause of suffering in others. Like all addicts, I have kept secrets. Like all addicts, I have lived a double life. Like all addicts, I have always kept a hidden stash of supply to keep me from jonesing. (In my case, “supply” would be potential love interests, with whom I was constantly flirting, texting, temperature checking, and testing the waters—in case I needed them someday.) And there is nothing cute or harmless about flirtation when I engage in it. I’ve heard it said before that drug addicts steal people’s money, but love addicts steal people’s time, energy, and emotional attention—which is even worse, because those thefts hurt people at the level of their heart, at the deepest core of their being. Those thefts leave wounds that may never heal—deep wounds to all involved.