Findings:
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- watching her dance
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
- Ozma and Her Friends
- Ask her if she's got an answer
- We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper
- Her Space Holiday
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
- Sending her a Parasympathy card
- he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
- her persistent aura of entitlement
- cool geek shirt
- Brownshirt
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- putting on her makeup
- Her name was Natalie
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- after her, I took my coffee black
- You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
- Sheila and her Dog
- By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- The waitress unbuttoned her reticence slowly
- her eyes were brimming with souls
- upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
- Elusive, her favourite perfume
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
- shirts vs. skins
- Wearing the right bra for your shirt
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- a total loss of control over her life
- A woman and her Cock
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- The world is her sketchbook
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
- Telling Anna you love her the first time
- Her name is Rebecca
- Give Her To The Monsters
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- I see drops of her everywhere
- her today and gone tomorrow
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- Kill Her Softly
- as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
- stuffed shirt
- Her braid; I obeyed
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- What do I call her?
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- Herr Geist (user)
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- I kissed her in the hair
- A Woman of Her Tribe
- Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
- I do not ask for her secret.
- She always was devious in her beauty
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
- Bai Her 1 (user)
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
- in her other life
- Triangle shirtwaist fire
- rash shirt
- The Woman and Her Hen
- I daydream of her
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
- forget her (user)
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
- September is hers
- The one the queen keeps her eye on
- In Her Shoes
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- If You See Her, Say Hello
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- Waving the bloody shirt
- Superfine 80s Cotton Shirt
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- Lady Daibu And Her Lover
- Since I left her
- Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- I fell in love with her first
- thinking about her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- So her hat does not blow away
- Her Violet Eyes
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
- Ruth holding up time with her beauty
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- her face forms in summertime
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- It's been an hour. I still love her.
- Limiting the number of fuzzy shirts allowed in one room
- Her back
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- Herr Bob (user)
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- To Her Face
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- How Stella Got Her Groove Back
- I dream that I walk with her
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- Her protestations notwithstanding
- I will kiss her blemish
- So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
- Bai Her 1_root (category)
- Her Vision of Heaven
- Wild tides guard her secrets
- Her novice beauty
- No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem
- shirt garter
- His 'N' Hers
- Pig on her back
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- From Her to Eternity
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
- Her smile could light up a three-story building
- Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
- I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
- Shelley Breedlove and her rare identical quadruplets
- Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions
- Fear Her
- Something is Alive in Her Bosom
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- About the things you could not show her
- Nice shirt
- that grey flannel shirt
- hers
- I do not see her
- Meant For Her
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- Her Voice
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- These things matter to her
- For my last trick, I made her disappear
- Letting it go to her head
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- Death Becomes Her
- her dopeness (user)
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
- I want her to clutch at my hand and run.
- She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
- Strapless shoes exposed her modest heels
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- shirt
- All I want for Christmas is a Dukla Prague away shirt
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- dance with her
- Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
- To Her Body
- So bashful when I spied her
- I cannot find the right words to tell her this
- To her secret heart
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- Talk to Her
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- she had already found her party
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
- her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- origami shirt
- beaded carwash belly shirt
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