the blossom didn’t have the sun shine through it. Instead, it stayed tiny and purple. It was morning and the sun was coming just through the water drops on the lavender stick to shine tiny rainbows.
i watch the way lips move ungracefully
lisp the way your mind thinks and tell it the way
you think it is. i saw the contortions of your face re-
flecting the way your immature heart felt.
i see you hurt by failure and lost by unforgiveness and you’re the most beautiful broken chandelier i’ve ever seen, your pieces are dashing the way they draw the purity of blood from my fingertips and the delightful sensation drawn from a heart that understands, my carnation yet
i cannot forgive you because you were once
the hurt that is in me now
onion blossoms make my mouth water which is also required for plants to blossom, unless they are cacti blossom, then just some fucking sun should do it cheap fucking plants.
As one life ends a new life begins, much like that of a flower that will blossom. After this war blah blah blah blah blah blah blah We’re gonna hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long. Feel the breeze upon your face. Feel the ships every move we trace, hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long. Yeah. Luck. Runs. Out. You fall back in, but your luck runs out.
Many associate the word ‘Blossom’ with trees, flowers amnd Japan. It is also a name one expects to hear on the child of a hippy. It is sweet. E.G. Honeyblossom.
Blossom is usually ascociated with flowers and trees but in this instance i want to talk about people, who can blossom also. Flourishing, blooming, or simply showing themselves in their true glory.
blossoming from the earth rise great buildings and elegant lampposts, the surround you, trap you, hold you, and then when capitalism finally surround you it caresses you, loving you holding you.
From the center to the outside I find is where you hide. You were my winter to spring blossom. Your petals fell for fear and loyalty, but I love and forgive you.
In traditional Japanese culture, the flower which blossoms is a symbol of new life, particularly after a great battle. As the winter passes on into spring, new flowers start to blossom, much like what happens when a battle in the winter has taken it’s toll and new life is a necessity.
Blossom fell from the apple orchards over here head as she marched slowly towards here fate. She did not want to lose it but her conscience compelled her.
was a really bad tv show. the girl was really ugly with her huge nose. I couldn’t even watch it. I know I sound awful to say this, but why can’t all shows have either only good-looking people or really talented ones? the girl that played Blossom was neither.
Blossom is a word that is usually used concerning flowers and trees. however, I think it is a great word to be used with people. We are always blossoming. We learn and we experience and we hurt and we heal and through all of these things, we blossom. s]
Blossoming like a flower in the middle of the garden. The last one to blossom, but it was well worth it. She was appreciated and admired by all who passed by.
that was the tv show that i never saw. i always heard about when i was growing up. this was way before my teen years. i think that girl, what’s her name? the main actress from sex in the city was in it. was she? anyways, the other thing is flower. i’m just try
flowers are beautiful and never the same. i love looking at flowers as we drive by, they give me hope and clarity and i love to stop and pick them and put them in my hair or save them to dry in a book. my favorite are daffodils.
A beautiful ray of light flashing between minds. Echoes of a better time replaced by death and sorrow. An echo, and nothing else. And all echoes are blown away by the winds of time. Goodbye.
The tail of peacock erupts like a youth, stumbling across his years, wavering and unfolding, to the posture that once erect, loses it’s facile charms to gain newer ones, greater in beauty and nature.
Buds blossom into flowers. I remember living in Taunton Massachusetts and seeing all the flowers bloom. It was amazing to see. The apple tree looked so beautiful.
Seeing our love grow…it makes me tear up. Remembering the hurt you used to dote upon me, being near has done all the better. The proximity helps my blushes, my feelings, my happiness…blossom.
flowers blooming int he spring remind me of the days we never spent in the park, i wish we could have been that family, and now, 16 years later, i go to the park whenever i can with my love, and i think it is fulfilling a childhood ambition of being that kid runing with the littles.
wat my parents used to call me it was a cute nickname until they shortened it to boobs. i would call my autobiography blossom i think. my brother was called possum. get it possum and blossom? cute right. good one parents.
cherry blossoms are my favourite flowers..
speaking of blossom i think that i’m finally starting to blosson. my life is coming to a place where i can be whoever i want to be and people can either accept me or not. life’s too short to worry about what other people think. school’s almost over forever which will be amaziiing
cherry blossom girli song from air french musicians ambient music boy I love musoc critic not handsome but somehow attractive
the blossom didn’t have the sun shine through it. Instead, it stayed tiny and purple. It was morning and the sun was coming just through the water drops on the lavender stick to shine tiny rainbows.
i think of a flower, a purple flower with a yellow stem, no, chute coming out of the center of it. it is a
chinese flowers
it’s love that drives my dreams, dreams that pursue my faith, & faith that keeps me from breaking my alarm clock in the morning!!
i watch the way lips move ungracefully
lisp the way your mind thinks and tell it the way
you think it is. i saw the contortions of your face re-
flecting the way your immature heart felt.
i see you hurt by failure and lost by unforgiveness and you’re the most beautiful broken chandelier i’ve ever seen, your pieces are dashing the way they draw the purity of blood from my fingertips and the delightful sensation drawn from a heart that understands, my carnation yet
i cannot forgive you because you were once
the hurt that is in me now
big dik in slippery butttholes hehehehe this is how the basketball fel through ring as it hit the blossom tree above it
onion blossoms make my mouth water which is also required for plants to blossom, unless they are cacti blossom, then just some fucking sun should do it cheap fucking plants.
Blossom my middle finger up your ass.
As one life ends a new life begins, much like that of a flower that will blossom. After this war blah blah blah blah blah blah blah We’re gonna hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long. Feel the breeze upon your face. Feel the ships every move we trace, hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long. Yeah. Luck. Runs. Out. You fall back in, but your luck runs out.
Many associate the word ‘Blossom’ with trees, flowers amnd Japan. It is also a name one expects to hear on the child of a hippy. It is sweet. E.G. Honeyblossom.
Blossom is usually ascociated with flowers and trees but in this instance i want to talk about people, who can blossom also. Flourishing, blooming, or simply showing themselves in their true glory.
blossoming from the earth rise great buildings and elegant lampposts, the surround you, trap you, hold you, and then when capitalism finally surround you it caresses you, loving you holding you.
From the center to the outside I find is where you hide. You were my winter to spring blossom. Your petals fell for fear and loyalty, but I love and forgive you.
flower tree flora pink white red-ish tre cherry japan honey ornate pretty crappy tv show
In traditional Japanese culture, the flower which blossoms is a symbol of new life, particularly after a great battle. As the winter passes on into spring, new flowers start to blossom, much like what happens when a battle in the winter has taken it’s toll and new life is a necessity.
Blossom fell from the apple orchards over here head as she marched slowly towards here fate. She did not want to lose it but her conscience compelled her.
flower japan cherry honey orange tree melon river jack purple pink red whi9te blue omfg haha suck this loliipop midger
was a really bad tv show. the girl was really ugly with her huge nose. I couldn’t even watch it. I know I sound awful to say this, but why can’t all shows have either only good-looking people or really talented ones? the girl that played Blossom was neither.
blossom
Blossom is a word that is usually used concerning flowers and trees. however, I think it is a great word to be used with people. We are always blossoming. We learn and we experience and we hurt and we heal and through all of these things, we blossom. s]
Blossoming like a flower in the middle of the garden. The last one to blossom, but it was well worth it. She was appreciated and admired by all who passed by.
also,
Blossom, a Powerpuff Girl.
that was the tv show that i never saw. i always heard about when i was growing up. this was way before my teen years. i think that girl, what’s her name? the main actress from sex in the city was in it. was she? anyways, the other thing is flower. i’m just try
flowers are beautiful and never the same. i love looking at flowers as we drive by, they give me hope and clarity and i love to stop and pick them and put them in my hair or save them to dry in a book. my favorite are daffodils.
A beautiful ray of light flashing between minds. Echoes of a better time replaced by death and sorrow. An echo, and nothing else. And all echoes are blown away by the winds of time. Goodbye.
The tail of peacock erupts like a youth, stumbling across his years, wavering and unfolding, to the posture that once erect, loses it’s facile charms to gain newer ones, greater in beauty and nature.
During the midnight blossom, someone gave me a kiss of poison.
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Buds blossom into flowers. I remember living in Taunton Massachusetts and seeing all the flowers bloom. It was amazing to see. The apple tree looked so beautiful.
Seeing our love grow…it makes me tear up. Remembering the hurt you used to dote upon me, being near has done all the better. The proximity helps my blushes, my feelings, my happiness…blossom.
Oh, cute that is a sweet thing to think about. The flowers in the trees and the smells in the air. I would love it to be spring.
flowers blooming int he spring remind me of the days we never spent in the park, i wish we could have been that family, and now, 16 years later, i go to the park whenever i can with my love, and i think it is fulfilling a childhood ambition of being that kid runing with the littles.
wat my parents used to call me it was a cute nickname until they shortened it to boobs. i would call my autobiography blossom i think. my brother was called possum. get it possum and blossom? cute right. good one parents.
my boobs
it blossomed like her breasts at age 12, but they grew larger and fuller. with envy she caressed its petals and inhaled deeply, sadly.
it blossomed like her breasts at age 12, but they grew larger and fuller. with envy she caressed its petals and inhaled deeply, sadly.
cherry blossoms are my favourite flowers..
speaking of blossom i think that i’m finally starting to blosson. my life is coming to a place where i can be whoever i want to be and people can either accept me or not. life’s too short to worry about what other people think. school’s almost over forever which will be amaziiing
Suck my hairy fucking nuts you cocksucking cumdumpsters
flowers growing, colors everywhere, wonderful smells surrounding me. Christina’s sister. springtime. summertime. life. growing. signs of hope and eternal rebirth.
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Strange sensation and desires of yesteryear, twilight beauty and sleep…One day shining for good.