Theo Silva Quotes

I don’t just come. I come apart. I feel like I could break forever, over and over again, under the worshipping hands of Theo Silva.

You should get them to put that in an ad about him.” Theo Silva comes up from beside us, grinning. Handsome, but so damn baby-faced next to Rhett.

Te vivo, Theo Dale Silva. Kick some ass this weekend,

I don’t just come. I come apart. I feel like I could break forever, over and over again, under the worshipping hands of Theo Silva. Which is a terrifying prospect, because I’ve broken before. And no one has ever helped me pick up the pieces.

When the lights go dark, I stop breathing. But then spotlights flash and the announcer talks about the points race for the upcoming finals. Rhett is firmly in first place, someone named Emmett Bush is sitting in second, and Theo Silva, the younger guy from the infamous milk clip, is in third.

Theo Dale Silva has wormed his way into my heart, and I never stood a chance at keeping him out.

for instance, the theories and practices of art and photography with anthropological theory and practice (e.g. Edwards 1997a; da Silva and Pink 2004; Grimshaw and Ravetz 2004; Schneider and Wright 2005). The interdisciplinary focus in visual methods has also been represented in Theo van Leeuwen and Carey Jewitt’s Handbook of Social Research (2000) and Chris Pole’s Seeing is Believing (2004) both of which combine case studies in visual research from across disciplines. The idea that visual research as a field of interdisciplinary practice is also central to Advances in Visual Methodology (Pink 2012a) and is demonstrated by the work of the volume’s contributors, as well as by the recent SAGE Handbook of Visual Research Methods (Margolis and Pauwels 2011). Likewise the interdisciplinary journal Visual Studies (formerly Visual Sociology) provides an excellent series of examples of visual research, practice, theory and methodology.

One night only. We never tell anyone. But I’ll probably beg you for another shot, eventually. - Theo Silva

Theo Silva. Bull rider. Rhett’s been his mentor for a while now.” Winter holds up her left hand and cocks a hip. “I’m married, you fucking pig. Now leave.” Theo shrugs and smiles. “Married for now, maybe.

We consumed a lot of tequila. I don’t want you to regret anything.” Regret? I look him over like I would a patient and wonder if a single woman has ever regretted fucking Theo Silva. It seems highly improbable. And I want to find out. For science.

There isn’t a single dull thing about Theo Silva. In fact, he might as well be a gigantic neon sign, flashing at me to back away. Because people have hurt me, my capacity for trust is practically nil. And yet … “I could really use some play.” My knee bumps into his as I turn to him, an idea blossoming in my mind. A very bad idea.

Te amo tanto, Theo Silva. Ojalá nunca lo olvides.

No one can make me laugh the way Theo Dale Silva does.

One night only. We never tell anyone. But I’ll probably beg you for another shot, eventually.—Theo Silva

Theo Silva barely knew me but never forgot me. He never gave up on me. He was coming for me with a single-mindedness that I can’t understand. And maybe I don’t need to. Maybe now it’s my turn to let him in.

She lifts her finger to point at me. “Not a chance. You listen to me, Theo Dale Silva. And you listen carefully. You are going to go to whatever shitty little town you need to go to⁠—” “It’s Billings, Montana, Tink.” “The only thing I know about Montana is Yellowstone.” “The National Park?” She scoffs. “No, the show. So you’re going to go to Dutton Ranch or wherever the hell it is, and you are going to kick all their hillbilly asses.