I was walking down the street, the pavement hot beneath my feet and the wind blowing across my face. The cars were lined up, stale and trapped, a line into the distance. A little girl weaved between them to the other side of the street, blowing bubbles from a wand; drifting towards the skyscrapers and the hanging smog like they were carrying dreams.
Bubbles bubbles we adore you god of bubbles god of love. hearts unfold like bubbles before you opening to the bubbles above. la da da bubbles and stuff. making my ubbles down town walkign bubbles face is bubbles and im home-bubbles. :) tada :) i luv teh bubbles.
fly freely in the air, beautiful. alot like life starts off beautiful and small and grows bigger and bigger and then eventually dies. so fragile. reminds me of being a child again!
They gently float through the air, being swept away by the ever so soft breeze. The little girl pulls her hair out of her eyes and watches them as they leave her, realizing that she is once again, alone.
I really love bubbles. They remind me of summer and spring, pretty dresses and watermelon. They aren’t as sweet as they sound though. Trust me, I’ve tried them.
One day the King of Bubbles came falling down from atop his bubble throne in his bubble kingdom, Bubblemaniatownville. It was because he tripped over his Bubblemetricpressureadjuster lying on the bubbly floor. Oh FUCK he screamed as he fell millions of miles and landed on a giant lilypad.
bubbles are fun. they bloom happiness and joy and are of the most unmeloncholy things this world has to offer. They are magic, simple yet complex, and they only last for an instant. and instant of happiness is enough to make a day.
The kids were blowing bubbles in the backyard, and my sister was still pregnant. It wasn’t so long ago, but feels like forever. Things have changed so much in twenty days.
bubbles bubbles bubbles, they are best in bubble baths with ruber duckies. They make you smell fresh and clean, and they are amuzing to play in! (; I <3 bubbles.
one of my favorite things to do when I was little was blow bubbles. I used to love trying to connect two together or catch them all. Or bubbles in the bubble bath, trying to make mustaches or beards out of them, making yourself look like santa claus or someone else. I have a little sister and she loves blowing bubbles too, I have a picture of her blowing bubbles, its my absolute favorite picture.
bubbles blazing through the dense fields of hate. why do the bubbles blaze so freely, never taking consideration for their meager form. my the bubbles sud and pop as they collect in a thick sludge of hysteria. a pit their fate, for if they simply flew they would know the joys of freedom.
The little child sat in the bath, the duck he was playing with squeaking as he giggled in glee. He splashed around as the bubbles of soap floated around him like a giant cloud.
Bubbles were the only thing keeping me occupied at this point in time. I had nothing better to do. You see, my father and I got into a fight the other day, and the only thing that could keep me sane was…well bubbles.
Like little bubbles rising in the air on a sunny pre-summer day, her troubles floated up into nothingness. Her heart told her that today was a great day to be alive. It was right.
littel frothy happy light sway float fall sing laugh jump twirl smile sigh love still still still peace breathe blow bubbles bubbles fast fall blow catch pop ping color shine
the bubbles float gently from the wand. i watch them. they pop. the baby cries. i blow more bubbles. and the cat watches intently. this is a summer day and the soap that drifts through the air so gently makes me glad. it reminds of childhood. and the baby is happy again.
They rise into the air like
Hopes, dreams, childhood
Evaporate like time and clouds
Don’t you wish you could eat them?
Taste the effervescence
Om nom nom
But bitter and not sweet
Like the failed attempt
Your eating bubbles was…
one time I had this bubble of cheese left in my hamster ferris, Naturally I love ferris so I underdid my lefties until I had enough to go forward, then I just thought about the rest of the evening with my cattle ranch, where? I dunno where you must because youve been following me for 12 days and sleeping in my window sills in the afternoon…how weird.
i like to blow bubbles. they make me happy. one time i drank bubbles, because i wasnt thinking and it said scented. but i thought that meant flavored for some reason. so i drank them. worst experience i had in a long time lol. i have a cousin nicknamed bubbles. i dont get it. at all. but you know .it works. lol. uhhhh when i was little i would spend ten minutes washing my hands cuz u would make bubbles from the soap. i would never wash off the mirror though, so i always got caught haha.
Bubbles are air, light, laughter, effervescence. Children are lovers of bubbles. Soap, baths, clean, fun, joy. Bubbly is alive, happy, joyous, electric, rampant with life.
oh the rain. it formed tiny bubbles in the puddles near my feet. the puddles were cool. the asphalt was still warm, though. i squished my bare toes into the mud on the sides of the court. the sun turned the windows ahead of me shades of purple and gold; those colors so pure and so beautiful.
I like bubbles. they are fun. they can be made from soap. we had them at prom last week. they are messy sometimes. they are shiny. and generally clear but with the rainbow-y thing. Bubbles are awesome.
round, soap and light. freedom. a childlike simplicity, letting you get away from your problems.
reflections, you think are real but they’re a figment of your imagination.
the result of two products found in most homes. an escape. something to let you get away from your life for just a few seconds.
There once was some bubbles who lived in the sea. A creature did breathe them and then they were born. Up they go. A journey unknown to them, a destination a secret. Up, up, up. Poof. Gone
i like to blow bubbles in the rain. Bubbles are the most beautiful floating creature of all time. So many Bubbles in my tub, makes me wanna go BOOP BOOP..haha, i’m stoned. Peace ya’ll. I’m gonna go blow bubbles.
One word can break your heart and leave you sitting in your life not know how to go on without you. One word can turn your life upside down. One word…changes your world.
i’m writing about bubbles. not just any kind of bubbles, the kind of bubbles that makes your childhood yearn to be seen again, the kind of bubbles that makes your eyes sparkle and that broken heart of yours scream to be mended again. not by the monsters this time, though, by those that believe in the reconstruction of real innocence and are willing to put time into place in order to give that back to you. i’m talking about bubbles, the type of bubbles that make you breathless, the kind of bubbles that make you want to exist in nothing more than your birthday suit while you’re running naked through an interstate. those kind of fucking bubbles. yeah, that’s right. has it been sixty seconds yet? it feels like it. does this stop or do i just keep typing? i’m off topic now, because i wasn’t expecting it to last this long. oh. wait. time has been up. …
bubbles float through the air with little care for where the air is to take the air which is trapped within the liquid sphere. They float as high as they would like and hope they do not cross a kite for these bubbles are fragile orbs of precious breath blown by some child whose hopes float with the bubble as high as the sky will permit.
bubbles are clear; innocent. They remind me of grassy fields, full of colour and light.I hear laughter, and smiling, and everything seems right with the world. Bubbles make me think of a calm breeze, blowing gently in my hair. Everything is calm, relaxed, all right’s with the world.
Bubbles tend to be expressed in a number of ways, the most interesting thing about them though is that though in nature they are usually empty (kid bubbles, air bubbles) it is the thought bubbles that we describe as being infinitely full. I think it’s beautiful and still somehow tragic how humans express so much in nothing.
Bubbles. I think of childhood when i see bubbles. a simpler time when blowing air can mean worlds of entertainment.
then agian, so could little plastic blocks with circles on thejm (legos)
and bubbles are so thin. I can’t even comprehend how it works. the world is a strange place.
They are in the air. They are in the water. They are in time. The air in my heart when I see her smile. They are slowly rising to the surface. These little pockets of paradise are all around us.
go wherever they want, they’re free but so weak, even the biggest one
i love bubble! i love bubble – the nightclub and ofcourse actual bubbles themselves. they are magical.
I was walking down the street, the pavement hot beneath my feet and the wind blowing across my face. The cars were lined up, stale and trapped, a line into the distance. A little girl weaved between them to the other side of the street, blowing bubbles from a wand; drifting towards the skyscrapers and the hanging smog like they were carrying dreams.
Bubbles bubbles we adore you god of bubbles god of love. hearts unfold like bubbles before you opening to the bubbles above. la da da bubbles and stuff. making my ubbles down town walkign bubbles face is bubbles and im home-bubbles. :) tada :) i luv teh bubbles.
fly freely in the air, beautiful. alot like life starts off beautiful and small and grows bigger and bigger and then eventually dies. so fragile. reminds me of being a child again!
They gently float through the air, being swept away by the ever so soft breeze. The little girl pulls her hair out of her eyes and watches them as they leave her, realizing that she is once again, alone.
I really love bubbles. They remind me of summer and spring, pretty dresses and watermelon. They aren’t as sweet as they sound though. Trust me, I’ve tried them.
One day the King of Bubbles came falling down from atop his bubble throne in his bubble kingdom, Bubblemaniatownville. It was because he tripped over his Bubblemetricpressureadjuster lying on the bubbly floor. Oh FUCK he screamed as he fell millions of miles and landed on a giant lilypad.
bubbles are fun. they bloom happiness and joy and are of the most unmeloncholy things this world has to offer. They are magic, simple yet complex, and they only last for an instant. and instant of happiness is enough to make a day.
The kids were blowing bubbles in the backyard, and my sister was still pregnant. It wasn’t so long ago, but feels like forever. Things have changed so much in twenty days.
bubbles bubbles bubbles, they are best in bubble baths with ruber duckies. They make you smell fresh and clean, and they are amuzing to play in! (; I <3 bubbles.
Bubbles are the geatest thing ever, the signify innocence and all things beautiful :)
one of my favorite things to do when I was little was blow bubbles. I used to love trying to connect two together or catch them all. Or bubbles in the bubble bath, trying to make mustaches or beards out of them, making yourself look like santa claus or someone else. I have a little sister and she loves blowing bubbles too, I have a picture of her blowing bubbles, its my absolute favorite picture.
bubbles blazing through the dense fields of hate. why do the bubbles blaze so freely, never taking consideration for their meager form. my the bubbles sud and pop as they collect in a thick sludge of hysteria. a pit their fate, for if they simply flew they would know the joys of freedom.
The little child sat in the bath, the duck he was playing with squeaking as he giggled in glee. He splashed around as the bubbles of soap floated around him like a giant cloud.
Bubbles were the only thing keeping me occupied at this point in time. I had nothing better to do. You see, my father and I got into a fight the other day, and the only thing that could keep me sane was…well bubbles.
Like little bubbles rising in the air on a sunny pre-summer day, her troubles floated up into nothingness. Her heart told her that today was a great day to be alive. It was right.
littel frothy happy light sway float fall sing laugh jump twirl smile sigh love still still still peace breathe blow bubbles bubbles fast fall blow catch pop ping color shine
the bubbles float gently from the wand. i watch them. they pop. the baby cries. i blow more bubbles. and the cat watches intently. this is a summer day and the soap that drifts through the air so gently makes me glad. it reminds of childhood. and the baby is happy again.
They rise into the air like
Hopes, dreams, childhood
Evaporate like time and clouds
Don’t you wish you could eat them?
Taste the effervescence
Om nom nom
But bitter and not sweet
Like the failed attempt
Your eating bubbles was…
Unless they’re grape flavored.
bright smiling
soap
the kitchen floor
slipping
falling
flating through the air
over grassy yards
and barefeet
one time I had this bubble of cheese left in my hamster ferris, Naturally I love ferris so I underdid my lefties until I had enough to go forward, then I just thought about the rest of the evening with my cattle ranch, where? I dunno where you must because youve been following me for 12 days and sleeping in my window sills in the afternoon…how weird.
i like to blow bubbles. they make me happy. one time i drank bubbles, because i wasnt thinking and it said scented. but i thought that meant flavored for some reason. so i drank them. worst experience i had in a long time lol. i have a cousin nicknamed bubbles. i dont get it. at all. but you know .it works. lol. uhhhh when i was little i would spend ten minutes washing my hands cuz u would make bubbles from the soap. i would never wash off the mirror though, so i always got caught haha.
Bubbles are air, light, laughter, effervescence. Children are lovers of bubbles. Soap, baths, clean, fun, joy. Bubbly is alive, happy, joyous, electric, rampant with life.
oh the rain. it formed tiny bubbles in the puddles near my feet. the puddles were cool. the asphalt was still warm, though. i squished my bare toes into the mud on the sides of the court. the sun turned the windows ahead of me shades of purple and gold; those colors so pure and so beautiful.
I like bubbles. they are fun. they can be made from soap. we had them at prom last week. they are messy sometimes. they are shiny. and generally clear but with the rainbow-y thing. Bubbles are awesome.
round, soap and light. freedom. a childlike simplicity, letting you get away from your problems.
reflections, you think are real but they’re a figment of your imagination.
the result of two products found in most homes. an escape. something to let you get away from your life for just a few seconds.
There once was some bubbles who lived in the sea. A creature did breathe them and then they were born. Up they go. A journey unknown to them, a destination a secret. Up, up, up. Poof. Gone
i like to blow bubbles in the rain. Bubbles are the most beautiful floating creature of all time. So many Bubbles in my tub, makes me wanna go BOOP BOOP..haha, i’m stoned. Peace ya’ll. I’m gonna go blow bubbles.
Bubbles make me laugh. Round and wet; lasting a few seconds. Floating and bouncing – just like life.
One word can break your heart and leave you sitting in your life not know how to go on without you. One word can turn your life upside down. One word…changes your world.
i’m writing about bubbles. not just any kind of bubbles, the kind of bubbles that makes your childhood yearn to be seen again, the kind of bubbles that makes your eyes sparkle and that broken heart of yours scream to be mended again. not by the monsters this time, though, by those that believe in the reconstruction of real innocence and are willing to put time into place in order to give that back to you. i’m talking about bubbles, the type of bubbles that make you breathless, the kind of bubbles that make you want to exist in nothing more than your birthday suit while you’re running naked through an interstate. those kind of fucking bubbles. yeah, that’s right. has it been sixty seconds yet? it feels like it. does this stop or do i just keep typing? i’m off topic now, because i wasn’t expecting it to last this long. oh. wait. time has been up. …
bubbles float through the air with little care for where the air is to take the air which is trapped within the liquid sphere. They float as high as they would like and hope they do not cross a kite for these bubbles are fragile orbs of precious breath blown by some child whose hopes float with the bubble as high as the sky will permit.
hot tub
i don’t get it.
bubbles are clear; innocent. They remind me of grassy fields, full of colour and light.I hear laughter, and smiling, and everything seems right with the world. Bubbles make me think of a calm breeze, blowing gently in my hair. Everything is calm, relaxed, all right’s with the world.
Bubbles tend to be expressed in a number of ways, the most interesting thing about them though is that though in nature they are usually empty (kid bubbles, air bubbles) it is the thought bubbles that we describe as being infinitely full. I think it’s beautiful and still somehow tragic how humans express so much in nothing.
Bubbles. I think of childhood when i see bubbles. a simpler time when blowing air can mean worlds of entertainment.
then agian, so could little plastic blocks with circles on thejm (legos)
and bubbles are so thin. I can’t even comprehend how it works. the world is a strange place.
They are in the air. They are in the water. They are in time. The air in my heart when I see her smile. They are slowly rising to the surface. These little pockets of paradise are all around us.
Dancing lightly
Catching sunlight
Glistening pastels
Bringing smiles to people big and little
And pop they are gone