I put some artichoke color on the head of a pin and smeared the wallpaper, tracing the heart of a mosquito. My own heart collapsed under the pressure. I wonton soup scoffed at the pardoning hiccup of the mouse at my feet.
I was a decorated military veteran in the second World War. I came home to find my wife pregnant from another man, and my entire life seemed to crash in on itself. I didn’t even think that I’d be able to make the flight back from Normandy, but the only thing that was grounding me into reality was the image of my wife hugging me when I landed. I was forever changed.
I put some artichoke color on the head of a pin and smeared the wallpaper, tracing the heart of a mosquito. My own heart collapsed under the pressure. I wonton soup scoffed at the pardoning hiccup of the mouse.
creative… making more beautiful… applying or adding things to look beautiful attractive..
decorated things look more appealing… eye catching …. weddings shoud be decorative
Will ink become your blood, sister? Going to that tattoo parlor with your friends, getting stuck just because they did… you’ve been indoctrinated in an ancient caste system. You’ve made it permanent and obvious that you do not own yourself. Falsely decorated. Falsely adorned.
well this is probably the outcome of what came to mind right after i read decorated, from here on out i will just write to write because that will be exactly what pours out of my mind; at least i get to boost up my 60wpm in this time i spend writing what comes to mind.
decorated the walls with the stain of mind, tattered the frayed of thoughts i see, inked in the blood,perforated all over the wall, oh god what have i done?
i wrote about the word decorated before already, what else is there to say? except that the first and last two letters are the same. heh.
I put some artichoke color on the head of a pin and smeared the wallpaper, tracing the heart of a mosquito. My own heart collapsed under the pressure. I wonton soup scoffed at the pardoning hiccup of the mouse at my feet.
I was a decorated military veteran in the second World War. I came home to find my wife pregnant from another man, and my entire life seemed to crash in on itself. I didn’t even think that I’d be able to make the flight back from Normandy, but the only thing that was grounding me into reality was the image of my wife hugging me when I landed. I was forever changed.
I put some artichoke color on the head of a pin and smeared the wallpaper, tracing the heart of a mosquito. My own heart collapsed under the pressure. I wonton soup scoffed at the pardoning hiccup of the mouse.
I have so many cosmetic products and trinkets and jewelery that I feel like a fucking Christmas tree. Weighed down and over the top.
creative… making more beautiful… applying or adding things to look beautiful attractive..
decorated things look more appealing… eye catching …. weddings shoud be decorative
I love to see spray paint all over something beautiful. It’s like poetic justice to the ugly or self made.
lost and lopsided, dipped and doped, shy and little, she decorated the past. the present. the future. Decorate with purple. decorate with soup.
He was decorating the living when to his great surprise an admiral waled in not a butterfly but a seaman wearing is medals.
the sky was decorated with stars it bled yellow and blue and the canvas was bright sparkly and new and I wished for you.
Will ink become your blood, sister? Going to that tattoo parlor with your friends, getting stuck just because they did… you’ve been indoctrinated in an ancient caste system. You’ve made it permanent and obvious that you do not own yourself. Falsely decorated. Falsely adorned.
well this is probably the outcome of what came to mind right after i read decorated, from here on out i will just write to write because that will be exactly what pours out of my mind; at least i get to boost up my 60wpm in this time i spend writing what comes to mind.
decorated the walls with the stain of mind, tattered the frayed of thoughts i see, inked in the blood,perforated all over the wall, oh god what have i done?
The soldier stood stock still as the president pinned on his medal. He was now a decorated soldier.
The halls were decorated with tinsel, a testament to the “Christmas spirit”.
She wanted to believe.
She would try this year.
Adornments. Decorations. Pomp and circumstance. Bread and circuses.
Relax.
Breathe.
Live in your own world and everything is fine.
his face was decotated with makeup sparkly and colorfull he felt beautifull for the first time
He was a decorated man, though not the same as most. His decoration stemmed from his complete and frightening tendancy toward nihilism.