I don't think I will ever get tired of wearing pink.
I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipsitck.
Maybe it was true, and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. Not about any one thing, but everything.
Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.
Hey. Hands off.” ", "“Please. Please, please, soooo pretty. Lemme just have one little touch.” "“Peabody, isn’t it embarrassing enough you’re wearing pink cowboy boots, again, without standing here drooling on my coat?”", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death]
The amount of time that a young girl spends wearing pink will be inversely proportional to her future income.
Lavender is the new pink. I'll never stop wearing pink but I wanted to venture out.
or simply:
