Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Um,i'm going shopping for a dress for the Homecoming Dance with Miranda,Wyatt and Leif." Dank chuckled."So,Leif's wearing a dress? — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,"he said with an amused tone. -Dank — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
What Death protects can't be harmed and baby, you're the only thing I protect - Dank, Predestined — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
Man has created some lovely dwellings, some soul-stirring literature. He has done much to alleviate physical pain. But he has not ...… — Harvey Broome Copy Share Image
If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Because forgiveness is like this: a room can be dank because you have closed the windows, you've closed the curtains. But the… — Desmond Tutu Copy Share Image
She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Would you tell Dank that I will alway love him? That I'm sorry that I can't leave here. I'm protecting those I… — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
In this story, the sun moves. In this story, every night meets a dawn and burns away in the bright morning. In… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace) — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that… — William Batchelder Greene Copy Share Image
