mellow violin, it’s melody was soothing. it ensnared my thoughts. WHy was i doing this? he was such a monster, but his music was so beautiful. i felt entranced. entangled in his notes.
yelloe mellow time bars suck i hate timed things the ACT was shitty how can they expect me to do theat bull shit in like an hour… wirring prompt sucks too… i hate speeling i was never good at it… hate hate hgate./… i need to go back to my game i kicked gods ass… help no dont
Mellow Yellow is NOT a substitue for Mt Dew. It is discusting yellow water that no one wants to drink. Why it was created is beyond me i hate the shit. It has no purpose but to attempt to duplicated
i sit in half-lotus on the floor,
discussing high school
discussing ghosting
discussing anything
until i realize, i got shit to do.
mellow feeling instantly gone.
Is a state of being that washes over you, usually after a glass of wine, maybe in the company of a good friend. Hard to be mellow in a large group. Best to mellow on one’s own. Generally requires soft textures, ambient lighting and music. Good to mellow
mellow is my melon i just love mellow lemons it is great to have mellow lemons just like i like marsh mellows they are good too it is fun t thing about food especially when its lunchtime oh I am so hungry why can’t I go to lunch?
i haven’t felt really mellow in a while, but i could drink some mellow yellow right now. i used to have some at my grandparents’ house, and my dad would always sing that donovan song. he made it through the trials of the ancient city of atlanta. the caffeine sped up the process. this is so unoriginal.
And there was this day where me and emma sat drinking 50p cups of tea out of mismatching mugs and the men who served them to us were wearing kilts and they kept refilling our teapot because they liked her hat and my t-shirt, even though the two things were completely unconnected, being pink and flowery and black with THE DEADPETS written on the front respectively.
Mellow was how they described Jonesy. He was a man of few words and even fewer moves. He liked to go to the clubs late at night and sit alone, staring into the single candle that adorned the tables in Club Chateau.
is what i wish i were. this breast cancer thing has me all tied up in knots. if it were the date of the surgerry now, instead of 9 days from now, we would be talking about me- happy, joyous, and free.
Mellow. I used to be mellow. Nothing ever got me down.
But now, everything gets me down. I don’t know what’s wrong. Did I just grow older and lose all my childhood enthusiasm? Or did I just grow more cynical about everything around me?
Now, I care too much. Is that a bad thing or a good thing?
long and lean is how i remember my school holidays. But mostly? mostly mellow. with the hot sun onour backs as we cycled to and then around Nonsuch park p we must have discovered every inch, and claimed every ‘den’ as our own.
yellow. This is my personality type. I just lay back and let things happen and relax and figure it’ll turn out. And it serves me well except when I am emotional about something and I have to hold it back and then it explodes in my face. That is not mellow and sucks.
yellow. Like a marrow, deep and wide, calm feeling of sinking beneath the surface of things. Surrounded by mists and shrouded from darkness, mellow and light, Fly soar and slowly descend like a parachute
chill out. take a minute to breathe in and open your eyes. you’d be surprised at what you see.
mellow violin, it’s melody was soothing. it ensnared my thoughts. WHy was i doing this? he was such a monster, but his music was so beautiful. i felt entranced. entangled in his notes.
There one was a mellow fellow and all he wanted from life was yellow jello.
However, his wife preferred raspberry.
mellow like some jazz music that sweetly and silently fills the room. eyes closed now, breathe it in.
yelloe mellow time bars suck i hate timed things the ACT was shitty how can they expect me to do theat bull shit in like an hour… wirring prompt sucks too… i hate speeling i was never good at it… hate hate hgate./… i need to go back to my game i kicked gods ass… help no dont
I am mellow. Mellow as the wind. Mellow as the sun shining down on me. Mellow like nature.
Mellow Yellow is NOT a substitue for Mt Dew. It is discusting yellow water that no one wants to drink. Why it was created is beyond me i hate the shit. It has no purpose but to attempt to duplicated
mellow strummed the guitarist as he spoke
mellow deep into a microphone keeping pitch
mellow enslaving even his own heart.
he was sitting in his chair, the roach still smoldering in the tray. he was feeling something, something he couldn’t quite think of the word for.
i sit in half-lotus on the floor,
discussing high school
discussing ghosting
discussing anything
until i realize, i got shit to do.
mellow feeling instantly gone.
Is a state of being that washes over you, usually after a glass of wine, maybe in the company of a good friend. Hard to be mellow in a large group. Best to mellow on one’s own. Generally requires soft textures, ambient lighting and music. Good to mellow
mellow is my melon i just love mellow lemons it is great to have mellow lemons just like i like marsh mellows they are good too it is fun t thing about food especially when its lunchtime oh I am so hungry why can’t I go to lunch?
i haven’t felt really mellow in a while, but i could drink some mellow yellow right now. i used to have some at my grandparents’ house, and my dad would always sing that donovan song. he made it through the trials of the ancient city of atlanta. the caffeine sped up the process. this is so unoriginal.
And there was this day where me and emma sat drinking 50p cups of tea out of mismatching mugs and the men who served them to us were wearing kilts and they kept refilling our teapot because they liked her hat and my t-shirt, even though the two things were completely unconnected, being pink and flowery and black with THE DEADPETS written on the front respectively.
mellow me out. drain me of energy. take this fist from around my mind. make me calm. make my heart beat slower. take the raggedness from my breath.
slow it down.
Mellow was how they described Jonesy. He was a man of few words and even fewer moves. He liked to go to the clubs late at night and sit alone, staring into the single candle that adorned the tables in Club Chateau.
is what i wish i were. this breast cancer thing has me all tied up in knots. if it were the date of the surgerry now, instead of 9 days from now, we would be talking about me- happy, joyous, and free.
Mellow. I used to be mellow. Nothing ever got me down.
But now, everything gets me down. I don’t know what’s wrong. Did I just grow older and lose all my childhood enthusiasm? Or did I just grow more cynical about everything around me?
Now, I care too much. Is that a bad thing or a good thing?
yellow!!!! kool, calm, mashmellows are also nice in range of sizes. summer……
long and lean is how i remember my school holidays. But mostly? mostly mellow. with the hot sun onour backs as we cycled to and then around Nonsuch park p we must have discovered every inch, and claimed every ‘den’ as our own.
I espcially rem
yellow. This is my personality type. I just lay back and let things happen and relax and figure it’ll turn out. And it serves me well except when I am emotional about something and I have to hold it back and then it explodes in my face. That is not mellow and sucks.
yellow. Like a marrow, deep and wide, calm feeling of sinking beneath the surface of things. Surrounded by mists and shrouded from darkness, mellow and light, Fly soar and slowly descend like a parachute