Cute Vans Quotes

Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.

Words" he growled. His mental message almost changed my mind. "Your all the fun I need, Chloe. When will you figure it out? I. Want.You.

I remember our childhood days when life was easy and math problems hard. Mom would help us with our homework and dad was not at home but at work. After our chores, we’d go to the old fort museum with clips in our hair and pure joy in our hearts. You, sister, wore the bangles that you, brother, got as a prize from the Dentist. “Why the bangles?” the Dentist asked, surprised, for boys picked the stickers of cars instead. “They’re for my sisters,” you said. Mom would treat us to a bottle of Coke, a few sips each. Then, we’d buy the sweet smelling bread from the same white van and hand-in-hand, we’d walk to our small flat above the restaurant. I remember our childhood days. Do you remember them too?

I said no. End of discussion.” “But, Dad, it’s not to get boys to notice me! The shirt is cute!” “I have no doubt the shirt is cute. I also said no.”… She throws her arms up in the air and screeches, “Inconceivable!” before stomping away. It’s possible we may have made her watch The Princess Bride one too many times. Barrett roars with laughter at her response, smiles my way, clearly satisfied with the way his end of the discussion went.

So, Dani . . . is that short for Danielle?” I searched for you, I tried to convey with my eyes. Scoured the Internet for your sister’s wedding announcement, knowing you shared a maiden name. Hunted through the White Pages . . . “Danica.” Ah, no wonder. I hoped every Danielle James in the tri-state area would forgive me for cyber-stalking them. It hadn’t occurred to me there might be a variant. “So, um . . . how’d you two meet?” And where? And when? My brain wanted to scream. And why. Why, why, why? Nash’s arm slid around Dani’s waist, pulling her against his hip. “We met on tour, if you can believe that. She was a damsel in distress.” Dani gave a cute snort. “You thought I was a groupie in heat.” “My bad.” Nash gave a shrug and winked in my direction. “I’ll never forget, seeing her out the tour bus window for the first time. She was standing by this old, broken-down van at the side of the road, waving a white lacy thong like a matador—” He butted his forehead against her shoulder, like a big bull come to rut. “Oh?” I managed, swallowed hard. The espresso I’d had earlier threatened to burn its way back up my throat. “It wasn’t a thong , you perv!” Dani gave a tug on his long locks. “It was a camisole. And it was the only thing white I had.

Van was a type-two sysadmin, over six feet tall, long ponytail, bobbing Adam’s apple. Over his toast-rack chest, his tee said CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON and featured a row of polyhedral RPG dice. Felix was a type-one admin, with an extra seventy or eighty pounds all around the middle, and a neat but full beard that he wore over his extra chins. His tee said HELLO CTHULHU and featured a cute, mouthless, Hello Kitty–style Cthulhu.

Mary just stares at her, the keys to the library forgotten in her hand. She is the most beautiful girl Mary has ever seen. Her hair is a big mess of dark curls that are kept out of her face with a blue bandana that somehow brings out the green in her eyes and her dungarees are folded at the bottom to reveal a pair of bright yellow socks.

Toni smiles. Her eyes are all crinkled and sparkly and Mary finds it very difficult to look away. She isn’t quite sure what to do and tugs her thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans just to do something with her hands and Toni is still smiling at her.

Show me all your sides, dive with me to your deepest points and guide me to your Everest. I'll always adore the way you are yourself, so don't tell me being sad makes me unhappy or love you less.

Stop wasting time on Cute Overload! Not getting any younger!     Sagittarius:

After researching the art in question, I was a little disappointed it’s not one of the big ones, like that yellow poppy painting by Van Gogh that’s still in the wind. The one I’m after is worth about five million and it’s not even cute.

Toen keek ze naar hem op, haar blik liefdevol aan de zijne gehaakt. 'En ik vind het zo fijn met jou.

It’s kind of cold out.” “Oh it’s freezing, for sure. But that gives you an excuse to borrow some cute guy’s jacket.” It was Cindy’s turn to nod and smile, and she did so, feeling both self-conscious and excited. She had so much to learn from her big sister. She never noticed that June’s knees were shaking.

Her mother bought her a burgundy pair of VANS summer shoes in Italy, and they took a picture of her laughing happily while holding them in her hand in an exaggerated scene, as if they had been teasing him to take a picture of her for her boyfriend in a park somewhere in Italy. Shortly after, she started wearing them in Barcelona and cut off the tiny VANS logo with a scissor. When I asked her why, she tried to avoid answering at first until she said something like she didn't like it, or that they looked better without the tiny black VANS logos. It was suspicious that someone must have told her the urban legend in Barcelona soon after her Italian vacation, that VANS stands for „Vans Are Nazi Shoes.” It became more and more obvious in Barcelona that my life was in danger, as an awful vibe surrounded us due to the construction. It was mostly caused by rich tourists who I had never seen do much work in life, too high to take on a task as simple as changing a password on a bank account on an iPhone app – a crime organisation, quite international already and increasingly so, with a growing number of participants and secrets becoming more and more dangerous, I thought, and I wasn’t wrong, I just couldn’t see the whole picture yet as I was blindfolded. As if her nickname, Stupid Bunny which she had printed out at Ample Store with Adam, was a cute, nice thing, a reassurance after the day before she had been crying for some unknown reason and printing out the phrase, “You never loved me, you just broke my heart.” That couldn't have been further from the truth. She would fidget around and draw at home, and I didn't realise she was bored of being with me when she had so many other options in her mind because of what others had fed her, as if I was a monogamist who wouldn’t forgive her for cheating or making a mistake. Even if I had seen her, when she showed up at home she seemed in love with herself, watching herself in the mirror in her new tight, short shorts. It was weird. I had noticed something strange in Martina for a while now and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I thought it was only the drugs she was secretly doing behind my back, but I was far away from having all the answers.

We have no business entering into a personal relationship with unbelievers. This means no missionary dating: He’s so tall and handsome! She’s so cute and witty! If we can just spend some time together, I know I can get this person into the kingdom of God. Bad company corrupts good morals (see 1 Cor. 15:33). We are to be singularly minded regarding marriage; we must marry believers.

And I have no sympathies for these kid-infested people whatsoever, always looking to show me how cute their kid is—No! Keep that thing away from me!

I looked into the crowd’s faces at Reading and the look I was getting off everyone was that look when something is so cute you can’t love it enough, like a newborn baby.