Hoodie Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
im-pro-hoodie
i-look-really-odd-in-jeans-hoodie-it-doesnt-feel-seem-right-florence-welch
wearing-a-hoodie-and-shorts-because-youre-confused-about-the-weather
engineering-is-jeans-hoodie-culture-sales-is-more-formal
i-cant-help-who-i-am-im-just-doing-what-i-feel-like-i-should-do-in-my-heart-if-i-was-walking-around-with-timbs-hoodie-on-people-would-see-that-thats-not-me
i-think-hoodie-is-as-much-responsible-for-trayvon-martins-death-as-george-zimmerman-was-geraldo-rivera
do-you-think-i-am-less-likely-to-have-identity-theft-if-i-dye-my-hair-wear-hoodie-giant-sunglesses-johnny-corn
if-you-wear-hoodie-but-arent-registered-to-vote-you-got-symbolism-but-missed-substance-jesse-jackson
well-hello-mr-hoodie-it-has-been-a-while-since-i-needed-to-wear-you-hope-you-had-a-relaxing-summer-now-its-back-to-work-for-you
her-cheek-brushed-against-his-grey-hoodie-only-thing-she-could-think-was-how-can-someone-smell-sweaty-amazing-at-same-time-joy-casey
hoodie-was-just-nickname-i-had-growing-up-i-just-wanted-to-have-name-that-would-stick-in-peoples-minds-be-little-bit-funny-representative-who-i-hoodie-allen
before-i-slept-on-my-mattress-last-night-i-smelled-your-clothes-there-were-flakes-skin-beside-your-hoodie-i-put-them-up-my-nose-kevin-drew
oh-you-see-some-chick-in-baggy-jeans-hoodie-you-just-have-to-have-her-bad-you-decide-to-repeat-high-school-just-to-get-her-sounds-about-right-he-alyson-noel
when-others-were-picked-up-walked-home-by-friends-fathers-best-friends-sisters-i-was-kid-in-grey-hoodie-walking-with-poets-singers-thinkers-i-was-not-alone-charlotte-eriksson
when-i-go-back-to-egypt-i-call-my-friend-from-airport-to-buy-kushari-for-us-to-eat-in-car-i-pull-my-hoodie-over-my-head-jump-into-car-then-im-eating-it-straight-away
i-love-silicon-valley-but-there-is-dominant-voice-tech-is-cool-tech-is-geeky-tech-is-guy-with-hoodie
excess-players-i-got-no-time-for-rest-man-keep-that-dough-flowin-motherfuck-owin-next-man-neighborhood-villain-hoodie-glock-no-smile-when-i-see-you-mad-skillz
we-all-choose-what-we-wear-every-day-im-interested-in-those-choices-even-if-you-wear-same-boring-hoodie-sweater-every-day-thats-decision-that-tells-story-about-you
im-fine-her-dad-said-gently-back-on-horse-cath-whats-horse-she-sighed-watching-him-pull-on-south-high-hoodie-jogging-working-too-much-living-he-said-little-too-loud-lifes-horse-r
i-have-particular-pair-boyfriend-jeans-that-i-wear-with-converse-sneakers-really-any-kind-top-from-crop-top-to-hoodie-i-usually-go-for-loose-top-jacket-to-keep-things-casual-with
a-hoodie-is-worn-by-everybody-kids-white-men-white-women-black-men-but-it-clings-to-black-body-as-sign-criminality-like-nothing-else
I watch Ethan try to connect the dots in his head, And suddenly his face falls into a sad smile. "Oh, " he says. And that's all. I walk over to him, my bare feet sinking into the sand as I trudge along. He's grinning at me now, but it's not the usual plastered-on smile he usually has. This one is somehow more authentic. When I'm within a few feet of him, he holds his arms out. "You're going to be such a good leader, " he says. "I'm so proud of you, Five." I embrace Ethan. His arms fold around me as he pats me on the back. He lets out a long, slow sigh and then starts to say something. I cut him off before he can get the words out. I can't stand to hear him say another thing. "Ethan, I'm really sorry about this. But it's for the best." I can feel his body clench as the blade slips out of my forearm sheath and into his back. It slides between his ribs-a lucky shot- then retracts back into my hoodie sleeve. It's over in an instant. I step away from him. He stands frozen, probably in shock. There's a deep spot of read blooming across the right side of his chest where the blade must have broken the skin. Blood drops down from the hidden wrist sheath, running over my right hand before falling from my fingertips to the sand. "It's over, " I murmur, more to myself than to Ethan. He's probably not paying much attention to what I have to say. Tears are welling in his good eye, but I don't know if they're for me or for himself. He blinks once and then falls to the beach with a soft thud.

Pittacus Lore
HlI watch Ethan try to connect the dots in his head, And suddenly his face falls into a sad smile. "Oh, " he says. And that's all. I walk over to him, my bare feet sinking into the sand as I trudge along. He's grinning at me now, but it's not the usual plastered-on smile he usually has. This one is somehow more authentic. When I'm within a few feet of him, he holds his arms out. "You're going to be such a good leader, " he says. "I'm so proud of you, Five." I embrace Ethan. His arms fold around me as he pats me on the back. He lets out a long, slow sigh and then starts to say something. I cut him off before he can get the words out. I can't stand to hear him say another thing. "Ethan, I'm really sorry about this. But it's for the best." I can feel his body clench as the blade slips out of my forearm sheath and into his back. It slides between his ribs-a lucky shot- then retracts back into my hoodie sleeve. It's over in an instant. I step away from him. He stands frozen, probably in shock. There's a deep spot of read blooming across the right side of his chest where the blade must have broken the skin. Blood drops down from the hidden wrist sheath, running over my right hand before falling from my fingertips to the sand. "It's over, " I murmur, more to myself than to Ethan. He's probably not paying much attention to what I have to say. Tears are welling in his good eye, but I don't know if they're for me or for himself. He blinks once and then falls to the beach with a soft thud.

Pittacus Lore
Nico looked very tall and thin wearing a opaque black sweatshirt hoodie and dark inked skinny jeans. His outer physical structure was handsome and gaunt, straight jet black hair razored and clipped in angles, a few purple highlights, and his white skin toned the color of alabaster. She had always liked the slender salamander type. He totally looked punk rock tonight, and that made him look absolutely awesome! A curtain of fog parted in front of him, giving him even more of the illusion as if he was part of a rock band at a rock band concert. Katty now saw Nico with exaggerated clarity. Nico Rocket looked so freakin' hot! He looked so good-looking at times, especially within the dark scenes of rolling fog and a pitchy darkness. She randomly wondered what he looked like before he was bit and turned into a Vampire. Had he been a Renaissance geek just like her? Before she could really examine him and fantasize of what he must have looked like before turning into a Vampire, the fog closed in all around him again, surrounding him with a ring of solitary imprisonment. He now lurked as a shadow among the shadows, disappearing into the illusion of gray's. She didn't like him for not showing up on time, but all had been forgiven as soon as she had seen him all dressed up in his Gothic best. So what if he didn't believe in punctuality? His hotness sure made up for the rest! Through the fog, she saw his bright red eyes pierce through the heaviness of the darkness. He then broke free from the fog, leaving a trail of the thickened smoke lingering far behind, and wide.

Keira D. Skye
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yo-catch-em-in-williamsburg-i-might-kill-his-bird-its-kinda-like-revenge-of-the-nerds-you-niggas-is-turds-i-flush-on-niggas-over-a-couple-of-figures-fes-taylor
DIS NIGGA, LIKE HE'S SO EXCLUSIVE SOMETIMES DREAMS, PEACE OF PAPER I GOT REAMS WHERE THE D GO?, PUT THAT ON A ROSE NOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT HERO, YOU SEE? LU SEE LIKE LA BREA & PICO, WITH BINOCULARS ON MY PEEPHOLE I FEEL MY BEST WORK WAS ALBUM ZERO NOW WITH DENIRO ITS BOO BOO IN MY BACKYARD AND BEN BURNT DOWN MY GAZEBO THAT DINERO'S A CASINO WIT SPIT IN THE SANDWICH OF THE POLICE THOUGH THEY AIN'T SEE THE STEEL PLATE UP UNDER MY SEAT THOUGH STILL PLAY IT LIKE SHAQUILLE BUT I CAN FREE THROW I AIN'T PLAYING BUT I COMPETE, I AIN'T A PLAYER BUT I'M COMPLETE AND THAT'S THE WIN WIN A MASON MIND CAN'T SIGN IF THE PEN'S TEMPLAR NIGHT VISION ON WHITE LINEN IS STILL GREEN PEACE OF PAPER I GOT REAMS, MAKE IT RAIN TO MAKE EM SMILE, NOW RAKE IT INTO PILES AND GO BUY YA SELF SOME STYLE, PROM NIGHT/CAT WALK PREPARED THE SUIT FOR WEEKS, OR EFFORTLESS AS A PARISIAN WALKING DOWN THE STREET, I AIN'T IN IT I'M JUST WALKING ROUND SOME BEATS TONGUE IN CHEEK, JUST TALKING ROUND SOME TEETH NEIGHBORHOOD WATCHING MADE OF GOOD OPTIONS, MASTERMIND TIMES NEIGHBORHOOD HOODIE TAKE THE HOOD SHOPPING BACK TRACK TO THE STOLEN PLATES WHAT'S A CLOSED WALLET TO AN OPEN SAFE SAY YOUR GRACE PEACE OF PAPER/CUP OF JAYZUS WHAT WE WRITING? THESE AIN'T ENTENDRES THESE ARE SECRET INDICTMENTS LITTE SECRET EXCITEMENTS FOR WILLING MINDS I'M FEELING FINE BALLING HARD AND KILLING RHYMES KNOCKING OFF BIGS AND STEALING SHINES HEY SHAWTY IS IT A CRIME? TO DMV EVERYTIME UNTIL I GIVE EM LICENSE THEY WAITING ON LINES PEACE OF PAPER I'M KERRY JAMES COMMISSIONS FLY AS THE CONSTITUTION AS A PLANE PEACE OF PAPER CUP OF JAYZUS WHAT WE DOING? PIZZA LASERS/ CUP OF RAZORS WHAT YOU CHOOSING? CHOOSY MOTHERS CHOOSE THE SMOOTHEST PEANUT BUTTERS AND MORE COGNIZANT FATHERS DO GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER A BREAK FROM THE PAPER IT MEANS DO YOU IDENTIFY MORE WITH WHAT'S BEING MADE OR THE MAKER? I'M WHAT'S BEING CHASED I'M NOT THE CHASER CUP OF JAYZUS PEACE OF PAPE

Lupe Fiasco
dis-nigga-like-hes-so-exclusive-sometimes-dreams-peace-of-paper-i-got-reams-where-the-d-go-put-that-on-a-rose-now-you-pronounce-it-hero-you-see-lu-see-lupe-fiasco
I landed on my side, my hip taking the brunt of the fall. It burned and stung from the hit, but I ignored it and struggled to sit up quickly. There really was no point in hurrying so no one would see. Everyone already saw A pair of jean-clad legs appeared before me, and my suitcase and all my other stuff was dropped nearby. "Whatcha doing down there?" Romeo drawled, his hands on his hips as he stared down at me with dancing blue eyes. "Making a snow angel, " I quipped. I glanced down at my hands, which were covered with wet snow and bits of salt (to keep the pavement from getting icy). Clearly, ice wasn't required for me to fall. A small group of girls just "happened by", and by that I mean they'd been staring at Romeo with puppy dog eyes and giving me the stink eye. When I fell, they took it as an opportunity to descend like buzzards stalking the dead. Their leader was the girl who approached me the very first day I'd worn Romeo's hoodie around campus and told me he'd get bored. As they stalked closer, looking like clones from the movie Mean Girls, I caught the calculating look in her eyes. This wasn't going to be good. I pushed up off the ground so I wouldn't feel so vulnerable, but the new snow was slick and my hand slid right out from under me and I fell back again. Romeo was there immediately, the teasing light in his eyes gone as he slid his hand around my back and started to pull me up. "Careful, babe." he said gently. The girls were behind him so I knew he hadn't seen them approach. They stopped as one unit, and I braced myself for whatever their leader was about to say. She was wearing painted-on skinny jeans (I mean, really, how did she sit down and still breathe?) and some designer coat with a monogrammed scarf draped fashionably around her neck. Her boots were high-heeled, made of suede and laced up the back with contrasting ribbon. "Wow, " she said, opening her perfectly painted pink lips. "I saw that from way over there. That sure looked like it hurt." She said it fairly amicably, but anyone who could see the twist to her mouth as she said it would know better. Romeo paused in lifting me to my feet. I felt his eyes on me. Then his lips thinned as he turned and looked over his shoulder. "Ladies, " he said like he was greeting a group of welcomed friends. Annoyance prickled my stomach like tiny needles stabbing me. It's not that I wanted him to be rude, but did he have to sound so welcoming? "Romeo, " Cruella DeBarbie (I don't know her real name, but this one fit) purred. "Haven't you grown bored of this clumsy mule yet?" Unable to stop myself, I gasped and jumped up to my feet. If she wanted to call me a mule, I'd show her just how much of an ass I could be. Romeo brought his arm out and stopped me from marching past. I collided into him, and if his fingers hadn't knowingly grabbed hold to steady me, I'd have fallen again. "Actually, " Romeo said, his voice calm, "I am pretty bored." Three smirks were sent my way. What a bunch of idiots. "The view from where I'm standing sure leaves a lot to be desired." One by one, their eyes rounded when they realized the view he referenced was them. Without another word, he pivoted around and looked down at me, his gaze going soft. "No need to make snow angels, baby, " he said loud enough for the slack-jawed buzzards to hear. "You already look like one standing here with all that snow in your hair." Before I could say a word, he picked me up and fastened his mouth to mine. My legs wound around his waist without thought, and I kissed him back as gentle snow fell against our faces.

Cambria Hebert
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