the movie marvel is weird even though i have not even watched it nor seen it
i marvel what is gonna happen tommorrow
i marvel about when i will get my horse boarding barn.
I sometimes marvel at the beauty of the world. Even in my bleakest moments, all I need to do is step outside and watch the rain falls on the leaves, or see the sun reflect of a golden pond. The world is so miraculous, and sometimes we get caught up in our own lives so much that we forget to marvel at all the wonders around us.
Words evolve, absorbing culture, time, and the collective consciousness. ‘Gay’ used to mean happiness, and perhaps it still does, depending on what state you live in how progressive your friends and family members are. Once a state of awe, the word ‘marvel’ now represents an world-wide obsession with escaping this painful life by imagining a world filled with Avengers who act like better versions of humans.
So I don’t really get what I’m supposed to write about I don’t even really know what marvel means sooooooo I don’t know what to write so I will just type random words till the timer is done, which it is done now.
The marvel is that it’s not made of anything “special”. No pearls, no diamonds, no metallic shine. These are the quality of feats worthy of the word, to behold, such a thing at whatever point in time…so aligned within a moment that it becomes special. Unique, perhaps even irreplaceable.
His personal favourite were the twin lighthouses towering over the steep cliffs of Batanes. Most tourists wondered–even the locals–why the need for two lighthouses when one would suffice. Regardless of whatever reason behind this bizarre pairing, the lighthouses was such a marvel to behold.
I stared at him, awed by his mere existence. It wasn’t like we was doing anything spectacular. He rubbed the edge of his pencil tip up and down along the notebook paper, mindless scribbler. And yet I found his whole world unbelievably complex and deep.
Do what you do best. Shine!
Marvel the audience.
Let your eyes glow beyond your control!
You are talented, breathe in! Breathe out!
And marvel the audience.
The little tie inside your stomach which suddenly unfurls in a rapid flurry of glory and feelings when all that navel gazing seems a long-gone past and all you can do is look, look at the thing outside yourself and marvel. That is joy, that is beauty. And it lasts for as long as you can hold sand in your hand.
And as I gazed into this creature’s eyes, I felt my breath travel right out of myself. This creature, this being, all I knew is that I wanted to be with this man. “My name is Marvel” he spoke, softly, which filled my ears in a perfect harmony to my heart.
i marvel how quickly one can love, feel, connect. just yesterday i knew not who he was, and today i cant bare to spare a moment without him. la vie en rose. je vois la vie en rose
I marvel at the ideas that are created every day. I marvel at the fact that thoughts in somebody’s brain can be turned into the things we see everyday. Everything, anything tangible started as a single firing neuron in somebody’s brain. One thought built upon and doubled over and over again. And like cells creating life form, these single thoughts become innovation.
i stand in awe of the wonders all around,
shimmering, glittering, all things gold.
in a winter wonderland,
i can’t help but marvel
that the world around me
ever seems to glow.
As I Indulge on the dulcet and balmy cookies of today,
I cerebrated and felt in a new way.
I envisioned the fetching aromas that brought me to serenity,
the marvel days of childhood brethren teasing me.
In an evanescent manner, the felicity left.
The feelings have fallen from potent to bereft.
Marvel. No not marvel universe, but all things marvel. It’s quite an oddity due to it rarity on earth. Perhaps, one day, all would aspire to be marvel instead of average. It would be awesome to see that in the near-future, or even perhaps now. Mhm. Whatever.
I marvel at his inabilities to understand my anger. He cheated on me, and I did nothing to him. And yet here he stands, apologizing, pretending like there is not one thing wrong with what he did.
I came home to see him, pants off, plowing into this little skank — a blonde, of course — and I immediately started crying. I ran out, and he called after me.
As I marvel at the clouds, wondering about which ones you had seen the same as me, I thought about when we were good. It seemed such a long time ago that I lay my head upon your chest as we watched the clouds together. Not apart like we are now. It’s not right. I can’t breath. Suddenly I am crying.
I can’t take it anymore.
Release dates on the calendar like holidays. His twelve-year-old self would be thrilled to know that in his future, the blockbuster events he so eagerly attended and participated in would multiply and persist. No wonder he’s stayed that age despite looking 35.
Her therapist asked her when she thought she had felt most alive. A curious question but Serena didn’t hesitate, she knew exactly. She was twenty three. It was the end of long day bouncing around the back of an old Bedford truck along the trails of the Serengeti. Her long limbs were supple and brown from months of camping, living underneath the sun and the stars. Her hair was thick with dust and she held a warm African beer in her hand. She perched herself on a fold up chair and looked out to marvel at the deft touch of mother nature. Before her the campfire crackled and beyond that the sun sinking over the savannah left the sky looking like one perfect single stroke of crimson. Nothing bad had happened yet. She was totally free. And happy. Africa thumped through her like her heartbeat.
“Missus Shiloh, you are a marvel. An absolute marvel.”
“Why, thank you, Miss Aberforth,” crooned Marsha from her perch on Stephen’s grand piano. Nearby, Douglas frowned over his flute of champagne, as Marsha patted down the folds of her billowing dress. “It’s hard work to be a marvel like myself. Do you fancy a drink?”
Spiderman, Iron Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Ultron, Hulk, Captain America. Yeah.
the movie marvel is weird even though i have not even watched it nor seen it
i marvel what is gonna happen tommorrow
i marvel about when i will get my horse boarding barn.
marvel comics are the best Ive herd . marvel; amazeing
Marvel is a comic book company. For example, they created Deadpool, Spiderman, Etc
I sometimes marvel at the beauty of the world. Even in my bleakest moments, all I need to do is step outside and watch the rain falls on the leaves, or see the sun reflect of a golden pond. The world is so miraculous, and sometimes we get caught up in our own lives so much that we forget to marvel at all the wonders around us.
Words evolve, absorbing culture, time, and the collective consciousness. ‘Gay’ used to mean happiness, and perhaps it still does, depending on what state you live in how progressive your friends and family members are. Once a state of awe, the word ‘marvel’ now represents an world-wide obsession with escaping this painful life by imagining a world filled with Avengers who act like better versions of humans.
Spider-man is made by Marvel
Schools fo foolz
So I don’t really get what I’m supposed to write about I don’t even really know what marvel means sooooooo I don’t know what to write so I will just type random words till the timer is done, which it is done now.
The marvel is that it’s not made of anything “special”. No pearls, no diamonds, no metallic shine. These are the quality of feats worthy of the word, to behold, such a thing at whatever point in time…so aligned within a moment that it becomes special. Unique, perhaps even irreplaceable.
His personal favourite were the twin lighthouses towering over the steep cliffs of Batanes. Most tourists wondered–even the locals–why the need for two lighthouses when one would suffice. Regardless of whatever reason behind this bizarre pairing, the lighthouses was such a marvel to behold.
It’s a marvel she isn’t totally insane right now after being rejected for the dozen and more time from a man who claimed to love her.
Even through glassy eyes she can see the blood streaked clouds and marvel at the beauty of her dying day.
is how I feel when I realise that everyone is completely different to me and thats probably for the best
I stared at him, awed by his mere existence. It wasn’t like we was doing anything spectacular. He rubbed the edge of his pencil tip up and down along the notebook paper, mindless scribbler. And yet I found his whole world unbelievably complex and deep.
Marvel comics is a well known comic. People in America go crazy over this comic. I am not a big follower of this marvel.
Our life is a marvel of awesome things that lead us to magnificent places if we are our true selves. Don’t fear. But dream perfectly and profusely.
DC is so much better than Marvel! I kid, I kid. I don’t really have a preference
i marvel at this world how God created it, too good, we all are properly fit in it, we havw pain we have good things happening, we live, we die,
Do what you do best. Shine!
Marvel the audience.
Let your eyes glow beyond your control!
You are talented, breathe in! Breathe out!
And marvel the audience.
The little tie inside your stomach which suddenly unfurls in a rapid flurry of glory and feelings when all that navel gazing seems a long-gone past and all you can do is look, look at the thing outside yourself and marvel. That is joy, that is beauty. And it lasts for as long as you can hold sand in your hand.
And as I gazed into this creature’s eyes, I felt my breath travel right out of myself. This creature, this being, all I knew is that I wanted to be with this man. “My name is Marvel” he spoke, softly, which filled my ears in a perfect harmony to my heart.
1marvel = mushed anything realistically verified encroaching levivity
i marvel how quickly one can love, feel, connect. just yesterday i knew not who he was, and today i cant bare to spare a moment without him. la vie en rose. je vois la vie en rose
I marvel at the ideas that are created every day. I marvel at the fact that thoughts in somebody’s brain can be turned into the things we see everyday. Everything, anything tangible started as a single firing neuron in somebody’s brain. One thought built upon and doubled over and over again. And like cells creating life form, these single thoughts become innovation.
Captain Marvel, Bryan Robson, battered body driving through midfield
faded star ambassador role a bit sad, that’s the way of things I suppose
gerard loves marvel comics. frank knew. for gerard’s birthday frank bought him so many that gerard kissed him in joy. that night they fucked. :o
Do you believe in miracles?
We’ll marvel at the singns and wonders!
This bridge is piece of Marvel considering technology available at time of its construction……………………………….
i stand in awe of the wonders all around,
shimmering, glittering, all things gold.
in a winter wonderland,
i can’t help but marvel
that the world around me
ever seems to glow.
As I Indulge on the dulcet and balmy cookies of today,
I cerebrated and felt in a new way.
I envisioned the fetching aromas that brought me to serenity,
the marvel days of childhood brethren teasing me.
In an evanescent manner, the felicity left.
The feelings have fallen from potent to bereft.
Marvel. No not marvel universe, but all things marvel. It’s quite an oddity due to it rarity on earth. Perhaps, one day, all would aspire to be marvel instead of average. It would be awesome to see that in the near-future, or even perhaps now. Mhm. Whatever.
a movie like fish just kidding realy the avenger the averages are so cool
I marvel at his inabilities to understand my anger. He cheated on me, and I did nothing to him. And yet here he stands, apologizing, pretending like there is not one thing wrong with what he did.
I came home to see him, pants off, plowing into this little skank — a blonde, of course — and I immediately started crying. I ran out, and he called after me.
I came back for my things.
As I marvel at the clouds, wondering about which ones you had seen the same as me, I thought about when we were good. It seemed such a long time ago that I lay my head upon your chest as we watched the clouds together. Not apart like we are now. It’s not right. I can’t breath. Suddenly I am crying.
I can’t take it anymore.
they like shiny things
and lace and gems and gold
but do they know the marvel
in the little things of old
Release dates on the calendar like holidays. His twelve-year-old self would be thrilled to know that in his future, the blockbuster events he so eagerly attended and participated in would multiply and persist. No wonder he’s stayed that age despite looking 35.
Her therapist asked her when she thought she had felt most alive. A curious question but Serena didn’t hesitate, she knew exactly. She was twenty three. It was the end of long day bouncing around the back of an old Bedford truck along the trails of the Serengeti. Her long limbs were supple and brown from months of camping, living underneath the sun and the stars. Her hair was thick with dust and she held a warm African beer in her hand. She perched herself on a fold up chair and looked out to marvel at the deft touch of mother nature. Before her the campfire crackled and beyond that the sun sinking over the savannah left the sky looking like one perfect single stroke of crimson. Nothing bad had happened yet. She was totally free. And happy. Africa thumped through her like her heartbeat.
the child marvelled at the stars in the sky and they gasped as they saw a UFO destroy the …………
You’re almost as tall as me.
How did that happen?
Last night you were so
exhausted that you
curled up in my lap
as best you could.
I marveled at the weight
of you and
swallowed hard
the lump that hit me
with such a heavy
that can
only be
descibed
as
grief.
“Missus Shiloh, you are a marvel. An absolute marvel.”
“Why, thank you, Miss Aberforth,” crooned Marsha from her perch on Stephen’s grand piano. Nearby, Douglas frowned over his flute of champagne, as Marsha patted down the folds of her billowing dress. “It’s hard work to be a marvel like myself. Do you fancy a drink?”