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I got this." Dank Walker -- Abbi Glines
What Death protects can't be harmed and baby, you're the only thing I protect - Dank, Predestined -- Abbi Glines
I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,"he said with an amused tone. -Dank -- Abbi Glines
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
You're the only thing I want most in the world yet the one thing I cannot have. Because to have you completely would be impossible. You cannot go where I walk." -Dank "Death" Walker -- Abbi Glines
Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be. -- Don DeLillo
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 love. But I will think of him every day and I will hum his song to myself every night as I go to sleep. -- Abbi Glines
I got this. Dank Walker -- Abbi Glines
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods. -- Bayard Taylor
Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. -- John Milton
No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed. -- Ogden Nash
I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace) -- Cassandra Clare
Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic. -- Brandon Mull
As thou hast created me out of mingled air and glitter, I thank thee for it. [Ger., Wie aus Duft und Glanz gemischt Du mich schufst, dir dank ich's heut.] -- Friedrich Ruckert
Objectivity and again objectivity, and expression: no hindside-before-ness, no straddled adjectives (as "addled mosses dank"), no Tennysonianness of speech; nothing-nothing that you couldn't, in some circumstance, in the stress of some emotion, actually say. -- Ezra Pound
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent; hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play! -- Matthew Arnold
Any pile of stunted growth unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell somewhere for having been so stupid!! Movies, books, T.V., music - they're all just entertainment, not guidebooks for damning yourself! -- Jhonen Vasquez
My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more. -- Arthur Hugh Clough
Man has created some lovely dwellings, some soul-stirring literature. He has done much to alleviate physical pain. But he has not ... created a substitute for a sunset, a grove of pines, the music of the winds, the dank smell of the deep forest, or the shy beauty of a wildflower. -- Harvey Broome
Because forgiveness is like this: a room can be dank because you have closed the windows, you've closed the curtains. But the sun is shining outside, and the air is fresh outside. In order to get that fresh air, you have to get up and open the window and draw the curtains apart. -- Desmond Tutu
Is this seat taken?" a warm sexy drawl asked and I lifted my gaze and smiled up at Dank. "Yes. I'm saving it for my smoking hot boyfriend," I replied teasingly. Dank slid in beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hmmm, well he should have gotten here sooner. You snooze, you lose. -- Abbi Glines
Hell is a swamp, to me - not as something fiery, but as something dank, moist, and wet. -- Avey Tare
She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing. -- Janet Fitch
Nothing is more satisfying to me than sitting in a dank room, hunched over a single flickering candle like Ebenezer Scrooge, and watching my ledgers fill themselves with ink. -- Michael Ian Black

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