The man sat with his top hat in hand. It was raining and it didn’t matter. She had left him there, alone, and nothing would ever be the same. The carriages rolled by through the puddles, no one saw him. It seemed he would never be seen again because her eyes were forever away.
She was wearing neon colored leg warmers and cowboy boots, with a super high pony tail tied up in a flower elastic headband. She was wearing a long owl necklace with a bright yellow clock face where the tummy was supposed to be, and a electric blue vest over an orange long sleeve sweater. She had some dirt smudged on her face and candy pink lips that were always curled into a smile. I fell in love with her instantly.
he twitched his mustache into place and screwed in his monocle a little tighter, and pressed his bowler hat onto his firmly coiffed graying hair. he was proud of his attire; after all, what a perfect english gentleman he was, always so neat and distinguished. simultaneously sipping his coffee, twirling his cane, and unfolding his newspaper, he smiled a wry smile to himself.
I walked through the large doorways, the spotlights were glaring, as the crowd cheered me. It was unbelievable how it felt to be here, king of a budding civilization.
distinguished brings you to mind
as you aged
grey hair amongst the black
salt and pepper I think they say
extinguished now
distinguished didn’t matter.
A distinguished gentleman stepped into the lobby, adjusting his tophat but not removing it. She watched as he gently tapped the rainwater off. With deliberate step, he moved to the front desk.
“The usual.”
She could not look away from his polished tailcoat, his immaculate boots despite the storm. As she stared, he slowly turned around and caught her eye.
Distinguished as he may be in his field of expertise, when he entered that room only to be greeted by her face from the other end of the hall, all the glory and fame he collected in his life went out the window. He was just another bloke, abashed out of his wits in front of the girl he wanted so desperately to marry.
He had silver hair growing at his temples, a gray suit, and a diamond stud. His rich dark skin contrasted with the diamond to give a chic and professional look. He looked him straight in the eye and said, “Alright, then.”
Distinguished as he may be in his field of expertise, when he entered that ballroom only to be greeted by her face from the other end of the hall, all the glory and fame he collected in his life went out the window. He was just another bloke, shy out of his wits in front of the girl he wanted so desperately to marry.
why do i have to be distinguished? i want to live my life no strings attached. i want to feel the burn within my soul. why does everything need to be so incredibly distinguished? we should break down the boundaries of distinction in our lives and become better people.
He was quite the distinguished gentlemen, if I could say so myself. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the silver flecks in his dark dark hair, perhaps it’s the dignified manner in which he wears his suits. I couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. I’m sure he pays no special attention to me.
I wrote about this word last night. That makes both last night’s post and today’s post less distinguished. I hate making things less distinguished. I also hate writing about the same thing twice.
He was a distinguished sort of gentleman. He wore his moustache with pride, occasionally lifting a finger to smooth it over his lips after a coughing fit. Suddenly it occurred to me, what a terrible loss this would be, as I turned out his lights.
the look in her eyes was the way i knew she was distinguished from all the rest. She was the one, the one that I would become best friends with forever. That look was priceless
I guess something noticeable about people when you first meet them is their distinguished features on their face. A large nose, a huge forehead, angular face, small eyes, stuff like that.
she sat there…
thinking of how distinguished that man looked
the white hair around hid temples
the wrinkles around his eyes…
would she learn as she grew old or would she just wither away
would life teach her to be or teach her not to be
should she wait to get old
or should she hope she does not get old at all..
should she hope for a long life or should she hope for none at all?
this is a very great word and it means successful as far as i know i dont know much what to say about this but i am just randomly talking about it it is sometthing like a some sort of achivement or summaah like that well i think there is also one more definition for this word which i cant seem to recall at the moment. :)
There’s a lilt in her voice when she talks. She’s no plain-Jane-wallflower-pretty-on-the-inside-girl. She’s set apart and distinct and distinguished – the sole reason I pulled her up onstage from the roaring crowd or like-faced teenagers in eyeliner and skinny jeans. And that’s when I knew we had our lead singer.
Erm.. i dont even know xD I’m stupid :'(. Distinguished.. hmm.. don’t.. know.. what.. this… means but it reminds me of extinguished .. like when you put a fire out.. :) Well.. i guess now i’m thinking hot.. yep.. not long left now.. omg.. a few seconds left.. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5..
I am a distinguished individual. Not because of any awards I have received, but because I am your mother. I care for you, enrich your life, love you. That makes me special.
Distinguished. I am distinguished. You are distinguished. But the only thing that can eliminate your distinguish-ability is yourself. We were born with the ability to become distinguished. So set your heart to it, and don’t EVER let it go. You are distinguished.
The blood in their veins was red with the filth they had done. Arms were bruised by the chaos they walked through, trying to silence the voices that screamed in their minds of the violence endured by the dead. Together they stood facing the wreck of what now was. They didn’t know where to turn, and the possibility of an underestimated loss shook them. But as they stood, facing the burnt world through their burnt faces, they felt distinguished. They had survived. Lived. Won.
I am distinguished by the group I hang out with, the hair on my head, the tattoos on my body and the clothes that i put on me. i distinguish others the same. im distinguish by my personal features. my personality is distinguish by what surrounds me.
A top hat and a cane held at a jaunty angle to allow an equally jaunty lean. A thin moustache, but not rapist thin. Raised eyebrows. Knowledge of the classics. Perhaps brandy. Cigarillos.
glasses on the man in the tweed coat. very smart. dapper.
shiny shoes and a whiff of tobacco.
marking assignments and dreaming of the day when he can rip off the harris tweed and dance in the streets in bare feet
She was distinguished
Of higher order.
She was beautiful, and while she was walking you could easily imagine the books on her head keeping her posture perfect.
She was so beautiful.
But she hated it.
He was always a distinguished sort of man, never mind that he was a total and complete bastard who would just as soon sell his mother for anything his little perverted heart desired.
What distinguishes us from the animal kingdom?
Is it our compassion for others – no that can be found in abundance.
Is it our greater intelligence – I don’t think so, how intelligent is it to rape our world without thought for the consequences other than a token gesture.
It is our greed, that is what distinguishes us, and that is what will be our downfall.
That title that we all look for. The one that places us on the podium, that sets us apart from our peers. How we spend our lives looking for it, never realizing that merely showing up, being, living already makes us distinguished.
Wandering around the party, I could definitely tell who the more distinguished guests were. It wasn’t even in the way they dressed or the way their hair or make up was done. It was more in the way they walked, the way they carried themselves. You just knew that they knew they were “distinguished”. I felt kind of out of place here, glancing around nervously for someone I recognized.
What a distinguished looking man! You don’t see that very often anymore. He knows how to dress, how to speak, how to treat people … I do think that I have died and gone to heaven! That he has also reached the top of his profession is icing on the cake!
on a high lawn in Thames Ditton on the way to my Cinderella fire-laying, cleaning job in the Red Lion pub , early on a misty October morning there were two English Setters looking out on the road and at me bicycling past, with flecked silky coats and up pointed noses, so very British, of another time, probably the eighteenth century, redolent of ease and elegance, most distinguished-looking
I was able to distinguish on feeling amongst all of the others: fear. What do I do, where do I go when I’m alone and easily overpowered? To him, of course. The one who could always bring me back to safe.
The man sat with his top hat in hand. It was raining and it didn’t matter. She had left him there, alone, and nothing would ever be the same. The carriages rolled by through the puddles, no one saw him. It seemed he would never be seen again because her eyes were forever away.
She was wearing neon colored leg warmers and cowboy boots, with a super high pony tail tied up in a flower elastic headband. She was wearing a long owl necklace with a bright yellow clock face where the tummy was supposed to be, and a electric blue vest over an orange long sleeve sweater. She had some dirt smudged on her face and candy pink lips that were always curled into a smile. I fell in love with her instantly.
he twitched his mustache into place and screwed in his monocle a little tighter, and pressed his bowler hat onto his firmly coiffed graying hair. he was proud of his attire; after all, what a perfect english gentleman he was, always so neat and distinguished. simultaneously sipping his coffee, twirling his cane, and unfolding his newspaper, he smiled a wry smile to himself.
As much as I try to remain respectful and distinguished with certain people, it is hard sometimes because they just don’t deserve it.
Life, the distinguished guest of honor praised by all things unpleasant, horrid, despicable, foul, merciless, disastrous, chaotic and heartless.
I walked through the large doorways, the spotlights were glaring, as the crowd cheered me. It was unbelievable how it felt to be here, king of a budding civilization.
distinguished brings you to mind
as you aged
grey hair amongst the black
salt and pepper I think they say
extinguished now
distinguished didn’t matter.
A distinguished gentleman stepped into the lobby, adjusting his tophat but not removing it. She watched as he gently tapped the rainwater off. With deliberate step, he moved to the front desk.
“The usual.”
She could not look away from his polished tailcoat, his immaculate boots despite the storm. As she stared, he slowly turned around and caught her eye.
Distinguished as he may be in his field of expertise, when he entered that room only to be greeted by her face from the other end of the hall, all the glory and fame he collected in his life went out the window. He was just another bloke, abashed out of his wits in front of the girl he wanted so desperately to marry.
He had silver hair growing at his temples, a gray suit, and a diamond stud. His rich dark skin contrasted with the diamond to give a chic and professional look. He looked him straight in the eye and said, “Alright, then.”
Distinguished as he may be in his field of expertise, when he entered that ballroom only to be greeted by her face from the other end of the hall, all the glory and fame he collected in his life went out the window. He was just another bloke, shy out of his wits in front of the girl he wanted so desperately to marry.
why do i have to be distinguished? i want to live my life no strings attached. i want to feel the burn within my soul. why does everything need to be so incredibly distinguished? we should break down the boundaries of distinction in our lives and become better people.
My husband.
Distinguished.
No more be said.
He was quite the distinguished gentlemen, if I could say so myself. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the silver flecks in his dark dark hair, perhaps it’s the dignified manner in which he wears his suits. I couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. I’m sure he pays no special attention to me.
I wrote about this word last night. That makes both last night’s post and today’s post less distinguished. I hate making things less distinguished. I also hate writing about the same thing twice.
He was a distinguished sort of gentleman. He wore his moustache with pride, occasionally lifting a finger to smooth it over his lips after a coughing fit. Suddenly it occurred to me, what a terrible loss this would be, as I turned out his lights.
I am distinguished because of my birth right. God of this underworld because my brother was stronger for Heaven.
the look in her eyes was the way i knew she was distinguished from all the rest. She was the one, the one that I would become best friends with forever. That look was priceless
I guess something noticeable about people when you first meet them is their distinguished features on their face. A large nose, a huge forehead, angular face, small eyes, stuff like that.
she sat there…
thinking of how distinguished that man looked
the white hair around hid temples
the wrinkles around his eyes…
would she learn as she grew old or would she just wither away
would life teach her to be or teach her not to be
should she wait to get old
or should she hope she does not get old at all..
should she hope for a long life or should she hope for none at all?
this is a very great word and it means successful as far as i know i dont know much what to say about this but i am just randomly talking about it it is sometthing like a some sort of achivement or summaah like that well i think there is also one more definition for this word which i cant seem to recall at the moment. :)
There’s a lilt in her voice when she talks. She’s no plain-Jane-wallflower-pretty-on-the-inside-girl. She’s set apart and distinct and distinguished – the sole reason I pulled her up onstage from the roaring crowd or like-faced teenagers in eyeliner and skinny jeans. And that’s when I knew we had our lead singer.
Erm.. i dont even know xD I’m stupid :'(. Distinguished.. hmm.. don’t.. know.. what.. this… means but it reminds me of extinguished .. like when you put a fire out.. :) Well.. i guess now i’m thinking hot.. yep.. not long left now.. omg.. a few seconds left.. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5..
I am a distinguished individual. Not because of any awards I have received, but because I am your mother. I care for you, enrich your life, love you. That makes me special.
Distinguished. I am distinguished. You are distinguished. But the only thing that can eliminate your distinguish-ability is yourself. We were born with the ability to become distinguished. So set your heart to it, and don’t EVER let it go. You are distinguished.
The blood in their veins was red with the filth they had done. Arms were bruised by the chaos they walked through, trying to silence the voices that screamed in their minds of the violence endured by the dead. Together they stood facing the wreck of what now was. They didn’t know where to turn, and the possibility of an underestimated loss shook them. But as they stood, facing the burnt world through their burnt faces, they felt distinguished. They had survived. Lived. Won.
I am distinguished by the group I hang out with, the hair on my head, the tattoos on my body and the clothes that i put on me. i distinguish others the same. im distinguish by my personal features. my personality is distinguish by what surrounds me.
A top hat and a cane held at a jaunty angle to allow an equally jaunty lean. A thin moustache, but not rapist thin. Raised eyebrows. Knowledge of the classics. Perhaps brandy. Cigarillos.
glasses on the man in the tweed coat. very smart. dapper.
shiny shoes and a whiff of tobacco.
marking assignments and dreaming of the day when he can rip off the harris tweed and dance in the streets in bare feet
She was distinguished
Of higher order.
She was beautiful, and while she was walking you could easily imagine the books on her head keeping her posture perfect.
She was so beautiful.
But she hated it.
He was always a distinguished sort of man, never mind that he was a total and complete bastard who would just as soon sell his mother for anything his little perverted heart desired.
What distinguishes us from the animal kingdom?
Is it our compassion for others – no that can be found in abundance.
Is it our greater intelligence – I don’t think so, how intelligent is it to rape our world without thought for the consequences other than a token gesture.
It is our greed, that is what distinguishes us, and that is what will be our downfall.
Distinguished, a word for an old man’s grey hair.
That title that we all look for. The one that places us on the podium, that sets us apart from our peers. How we spend our lives looking for it, never realizing that merely showing up, being, living already makes us distinguished.
it was a fire
it was a man, now old
it was something that happened a long time ago
and only remnants remained
Wandering around the party, I could definitely tell who the more distinguished guests were. It wasn’t even in the way they dressed or the way their hair or make up was done. It was more in the way they walked, the way they carried themselves. You just knew that they knew they were “distinguished”. I felt kind of out of place here, glancing around nervously for someone I recognized.
What a distinguished looking man! You don’t see that very often anymore. He knows how to dress, how to speak, how to treat people … I do think that I have died and gone to heaven! That he has also reached the top of his profession is icing on the cake!
on a high lawn in Thames Ditton on the way to my Cinderella fire-laying, cleaning job in the Red Lion pub , early on a misty October morning there were two English Setters looking out on the road and at me bicycling past, with flecked silky coats and up pointed noses, so very British, of another time, probably the eighteenth century, redolent of ease and elegance, most distinguished-looking
I was able to distinguish on feeling amongst all of the others: fear. What do I do, where do I go when I’m alone and easily overpowered? To him, of course. The one who could always bring me back to safe.
i am not distinguished….or am i….no i’m not i wont even pretend. in this world who cares anyway.? i don’t….stupid distinguished people.