It’s like he’s way up on the rocky peaks, staring down at a sprawling forest below. Except instead of crags and flowing leaves, it’s straight-lined buildings and screaming cars. That’s what happens when civilization takes hold. He’s not sure if he likes it or not; he remembers the mountains. Way up here, he can pretend they still exist. But that memory is long gone. It’s just another jumping platform now.
It’s like he’s way up on the rocky peaks, staring down at a sprawling forest below. Except instead of crags and flowing leaves, it’s straigh-lined buildings and screaming cars. That’s what happens when civilization takes hold.
huge big large up high – that was him. he was basket-ball player tall wih deep brown eyes and the most cliche bone structure you could fathom. But I didn’t care because sometimes you have to give in to cliches – they exist for a reason, you know
It was just great ,and i dont know why i’m writing this ,or how should i end it ,but dude ,i guess i’m just doing it… I don’t know what to say ,but what i’m doing is just maintainous
Mountainous feelings of loneliness and soaring feelings of inadequacy.Is this this how it ends.?The rosy stories we tell ourselves in junior school.,fade and sour as we find out Cinderella is just another fallible woman.
There are too many men in the world,I have added to that quota,Too many aggressive women with their clawing arms and fierce eyes scoop them up.They are the cutting rivers that run through the valleys of these men;s souls.They grow on verdant slopes and root themselves down to the core.The mountain man is scaled.
Struggling to get around
Goal that needs to be achieved
Getting away and finding the beauty in nature
Building train of thought for new chapter & new experiences
it is the ridges of his spine, exposed from the thin sheet that covered his frame and shielded him from the breeze coming in from the opened window. My fingers are explorers on the expedition of his skin, lewis and clark of the epidermis.
Struggles or views or beautiful
Awes
Where from the bottom you can barely seem the top
Engulfed in fog and cloud cover
And from the top you can barely see the bottom
Etched in forest and tree canopies
One eyre me I the other to take your sights
So far away that they can’t see the other side
A
Side they possibly have been in not so log ago
The glare that searched him through the hoard of children was biting. In desperation, he avoided what could only be the only other mountainous figure among little hills that jolted around them in excitement, wishing in that moment that he himself be the littlest hill.
ull of obstacles, molehills to mountainous hurdles that test your soul, not just your mettle. Nothing is too much for the human spirit, nothing that life can throw @ you.
His arms were like huge tree trunks, and she felt ensnared within his hug. His voice was soft and his words were sweet, but the slow threatening squeeze tightening around her small frame reminded her that she was a prisoner.
it was quite a surprise for this flatlander. i thought i saw them starting in nebraska, but i think it was just fatigue and bad weed. we were not prepared for the scale, the whole sky seemed different
For many years I have heard that Northern Spain has the most beautiful mountains. I don’t know if that’s true anymore. I still haven’t been to Spain, per-say, but in my mind there is no way they can compare to the Sierra Nevada’s.
oh, to touch your breasts again, those himalayas of beauty.
to be able to see them once more, in their milky glory,
akin to the sun rising over snow-covered peaks.
your soft little nibs, the camp at which i would strike base.
The hills were mountainous and snowy. As I climed, it was hard to keep my footing. First one foot would slip out from under me, then the other. The dog would climb a few feet and then slide all the way down. It was exhausting. How was I ever going to make any progress. I would die out here. Alone.
It was a long, long road that stretched on endlessly. And he had to walk it. Without stopping, without resting. And that’s what broke him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t reach the end of that road. And as a result, he fell apart. He sunk into himself, like a heavy rock thrown into the ocean. Down, down, down. He couldn’t ever return to the surface again.
I love a mountainous landscape. Looking through the window at the mountains covered with snow in the winter is what makes me feel calm, happy and relaxed.
Flying across a landscape brown, mountainous and hugged by clouds, the spirit remembered he had to buy a ticket to the movie, “Cold Mountain” which was playing in a cinema near him.
The journey to her future husbands kingdom was a perilous one. The road itself was long, with an untold number of places for bandits and other such lowlifes to try and overtake them, and the mountainous landscape was not without it’s own dangers; the thinner air and steep trails gave even the most well-trained members of her retinue cause for concern.
It’s like he’s way up on the rocky peaks, staring down at a sprawling forest below. Except instead of crags and flowing leaves, it’s straight-lined buildings and screaming cars. That’s what happens when civilization takes hold. He’s not sure if he likes it or not; he remembers the mountains. Way up here, he can pretend they still exist. But that memory is long gone. It’s just another jumping platform now.
It’s like he’s way up on the rocky peaks, staring down at a sprawling forest below. Except instead of crags and flowing leaves, it’s straigh-lined buildings and screaming cars. That’s what happens when civilization takes hold.
huge big large up high – that was him. he was basket-ball player tall wih deep brown eyes and the most cliche bone structure you could fathom. But I didn’t care because sometimes you have to give in to cliches – they exist for a reason, you know
It was just great ,and i dont know why i’m writing this ,or how should i end it ,but dude ,i guess i’m just doing it… I don’t know what to say ,but what i’m doing is just maintainous
Mountainous feelings of loneliness and soaring feelings of inadequacy.Is this this how it ends.?The rosy stories we tell ourselves in junior school.,fade and sour as we find out Cinderella is just another fallible woman.
There are too many men in the world,I have added to that quota,Too many aggressive women with their clawing arms and fierce eyes scoop them up.They are the cutting rivers that run through the valleys of these men;s souls.They grow on verdant slopes and root themselves down to the core.The mountain man is scaled.
I wish I kept up with you. My legs wobbled like spaghetti. I puffed with troubled air the higher we went. Footsteps faltered.
Why didn’t you turn around and check on me?
I wouldn’t have ended up in the morgue.
Struggling to get around
Goal that needs to be achieved
Getting away and finding the beauty in nature
Building train of thought for new chapter & new experiences
it is the ridges of his spine, exposed from the thin sheet that covered his frame and shielded him from the breeze coming in from the opened window. My fingers are explorers on the expedition of his skin, lewis and clark of the epidermis.
Struggles or views or beautiful
Awes
Where from the bottom you can barely seem the top
Engulfed in fog and cloud cover
And from the top you can barely see the bottom
Etched in forest and tree canopies
One eyre me I the other to take your sights
So far away that they can’t see the other side
A
Side they possibly have been in not so log ago
The glare that searched him through the hoard of children was biting. In desperation, he avoided what could only be the only other mountainous figure among little hills that jolted around them in excitement, wishing in that moment that he himself be the littlest hill.
we face a mountainous dark man.
the team has mountainous behavior on field
ull of obstacles, molehills to mountainous hurdles that test your soul, not just your mettle. Nothing is too much for the human spirit, nothing that life can throw @ you.
His arms were like huge tree trunks, and she felt ensnared within his hug. His voice was soft and his words were sweet, but the slow threatening squeeze tightening around her small frame reminded her that she was a prisoner.
it was quite a surprise for this flatlander. i thought i saw them starting in nebraska, but i think it was just fatigue and bad weed. we were not prepared for the scale, the whole sky seemed different
For many years I have heard that Northern Spain has the most beautiful mountains. I don’t know if that’s true anymore. I still haven’t been to Spain, per-say, but in my mind there is no way they can compare to the Sierra Nevada’s.
oh, to touch your breasts again, those himalayas of beauty.
to be able to see them once more, in their milky glory,
akin to the sun rising over snow-covered peaks.
your soft little nibs, the camp at which i would strike base.
The hills were mountainous and snowy. As I climed, it was hard to keep my footing. First one foot would slip out from under me, then the other. The dog would climb a few feet and then slide all the way down. It was exhausting. How was I ever going to make any progress. I would die out here. Alone.
As much as I enjoy sandy beaches and sunshine I would also love to be up in the fresh air of a mountainous region.
Florida is not mountainous.
It was a long, long road that stretched on endlessly. And he had to walk it. Without stopping, without resting. And that’s what broke him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t reach the end of that road. And as a result, he fell apart. He sunk into himself, like a heavy rock thrown into the ocean. Down, down, down. He couldn’t ever return to the surface again.
I love a mountainous landscape. Looking through the window at the mountains covered with snow in the winter is what makes me feel calm, happy and relaxed.
I felt very spontaneous the other day.
It felt almost as if I were lifted to the mountainous
degree of thinking and reacting.
I don’t know whether you know noticed.
I don’t know if I even noticed.
That this thought is over and this
was a mountainous subconscious debate.
Flying across a landscape brown, mountainous and hugged by clouds, the spirit remembered he had to buy a ticket to the movie, “Cold Mountain” which was playing in a cinema near him.
The journey to her future husbands kingdom was a perilous one. The road itself was long, with an untold number of places for bandits and other such lowlifes to try and overtake them, and the mountainous landscape was not without it’s own dangers; the thinner air and steep trails gave even the most well-trained members of her retinue cause for concern.