Quotes About Piercings

It used to be that, whenever I walked around without my old piercings, that I was very rarely recognized - it wasn't a common thing; I could be somewhat incognito.

Jane Doe had three pierced right ears and two pierced left.

I've had everything pierced at some point.

I'll never have a tattoo - I just don't like them, and when you're old they can look a disaster. As for piercings, I don't like them on men.

His red-haired companion wore a similar outfit but without the tattoo and piercings, lacking the courage—or the idiocy—to turn a fashion statement into permanent disfigurement. They

Dutch girls wear a hundred mixed-metal necklaces and stack the most random earrings. It's total chaos, but it looks so good that I'm always inspired to get another ear piercing, and another.

I think a lot of kids get scared by 'E.T.' Sometimes when I do the science-fiction conventions, I'll have a 35-year-old guy with tatts and piercings all over, and he comes up and says, 'You know, it scared me so much I still can't watch it.'

I had piercings all over my face, which did look dreadful, but I got them done while waiting for my husband Michael to get a tattoo. I was bored.

I was a punk rocker when I was a teenager. I wanted to look like Nancy Spungen. I had dyed blonde hair and lots of piercings.

He's got five rings in his ear, eighteen gauge to ten gauge, but when I told him to get one in his nipple to match mine, and to get a Sailor Moon tattoo - because I like Sailor Moon? - or if not that, a skull, he stopped calling me.

I really don't think that anybody's going to buy or not buy a Disturbed album and/or ticket because I am or am not wearing my labret piercings.

I instinctively dress a bit tougher because I've spent a lot of time in the U.S. and I realised there was a certain image projected of me here. I've always been an absolute rebel. When I was in my teen years I had piercings and wore all black.

I instinctively dress a bit tougher because I've spent a lot of time in the U.S. and I realised there was a certain image projected of me here. I've always been an absolute rebel. When I was in my teen years I had piercings and wore all black.

Suddenly I was in the middle of things. There were late nights staggering home from the pub, days of bumping into my friends in the street and going off for long afternoons of coffee and pool. Parties where I knew everyone. I was kissed up against walls, missed classes because I was in bed with a lanky, dreadlocked boy. We all had our noses pierced.

An extremely tattooed man frowned over at her. He had military-cropped brown hair, two eyebrow rings and soft, full lips. He also had more muscles than a world champion power-lifter. He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos. Even his cheeks were painted with violent images of war and weapons. His

With gunmetal-gray piercings in his ears, and an ahstrux nohtrum teardrop under his eye from when he had served as John Matthew's protector, he caught stares wherever he went. Perhaps

These men are accustomed to bore holes in their lips and cheeks, and in these holes they place bones and stones;

He has tattoos, nose rings, and those little metal studs that look like steel zits. Recently, he had a metal spike pierced through his ear. Made his lobes look like barbecued shrimp on a skewer.

I feel like alternative piercings in the ear is this untapped way to festoon yourself. Not many people understand this, but it hurts so good. It's like getting dental work done. It hurts in the right way.

I wasn't really into body piercings until I found that about half my female students had them.

could it be???? Timothy Speaks, who had so many pierced holes in his ears you could have torn the lobe right off, effortlessly ripped it loose the same way you might separate a stamp from a sheet.

He was in his twenties and lived in a caravan behind the pub, which he shared with his tattoos and facial piercings. 'The room you're in is his by rights,' Collins had explained to Rebus, 'but he'd rather be where he is.

Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip-off. A snowball soared through the evening air and smacked into my apprentice's mouth. Since she was muttering a mantra-style chant when it hit her, she wound up with a mouthful of frozen cheer—which may or may not have been more startling for her than for most people, given how many metallic piercings were suddenly in direct contact with the snow.

A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod...