People are able to be more like characters now. Now artsy is sexy.
Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
Your clothes should be tight enough to show you’re a woman but loose enough to show you’re a lady.
There is a real vulgarity in the way women dress at the moment. They show off too much and try too hard. They don’t understand where the line is between sexy and vulgar. I know where that line is.
Summer is kind of like the ultimate one-night stand: hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.
Roses are red, violets are blue, the sun is hot and so are you!
Stop, drop and roll baby! You’re on fire!
You should be on a Campbell’s Soup commercial because you are ‘mmm mmmm good’!
If I told you that you had a hot body, would you hold it against me?
I taught your boyfriend that little thing you like.
He has that romance novel stare! ‘Stefan looked deep into her eyes… piercing her very soul.’
He’s older sexy danger guy.
I don’t mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived. And glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour. It’s based on femininity.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.
I think my sense of style is evolving. I’m figuring out ways to be sexy without having to flaunt it.