No one talked about her, no one even mentioned her name. Her career was washed up, it had been nearly a decade since anyone had talked about Bubbles of the powderpuff girls. Her sisters were both dead, victims of an apocalyptic attack by the likes of Mojo-jo-jo in combination with the CIA. The powerpuff girls were too powerful and had to be stopped. Bubbles was the only survivor.
Just a few seconds ago i was searching for powerpuff girls t shirts. Bubbles is my fave character! bubbles are also observed during effervescence, like hydrogen babbles when acid reacts with a metal. I’m a chem student 8)yay!
I love bubbles. I really do. When they cover the air, and they are everywhere. It is so great, and magnificant, I don’t know. They are just so perfectly round and see through, like a little world inside the actual world.
The little girl’s eyes went to the air; millions of bubbles fluttered through the air, twisting and rocking against the gusting wind, traveling across the meadow and toward the little, rickety farmhouse. Her mouth widened and her lips parted in a whisper, wonder glowering in her wide, emerald eyes.
I’m dreaming of late evenings with the city lights burning so bright like that cigarette that you’ve thrown behind us with an innate sense of grace that even I cannot understand.
The champagne twirls and twirls as you gently roll the glass between your fingers, the very same fingers that have held my hand with more carefulness than love.
Love. You tell me that you love me and yet all I feel is this distant sense of delicate affection that comes across as fear tinted with like.
You don’t love me, do you?
Nonsense. I am completely and utterly in love with you.
We’re in this bubble. And as we float around in some imaginary world of space and time, I feel it. I feel that our bubble is about to burst, getting pricked with the sharp edges of reality.
I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose us. I don’t want to have to let go.
You look at me, still glazed over with rose-tinted hue and smile like there’s nothing to worry about at all in this world, in our bubble.
Bubbles, bubbles are fun. willaim shakeseare invented the word apparently or so i’ve been told, by a good friend. then again this good friend also told me that he was a decendant of oliver cromwell.. how supprising tha the moment i’m asked to type quickly i make a shit ton of errors.
If only we could see that the bubbles within our world is what is and become our reality. Focus on the beauty of our bubble and enjoy its wonder. LIfe is to short to be looking at other bubbles.
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The air was choked with bubbles, and many people were screaming as detergent burst into their eyes. The Great Bubble Disaster of 1999 shall forever be remembered with sadness.
they’re nice, I love blowing bubbles, it relaxes me and when it pops it gives this nice feeling and when I do my laundry ther’re like concentrated bubbles and they smell so good and when they touch my skin it’s ticklish
The bubbles in my tummy at the thought of meeting him. I stand in the crowd. Thousands are there. I wait for 3 hours until I see the midnight blue limo turn the corner and then a big cheer as Jack stands up to wave to a sea of people.
Tiny little bubbles floating in the air. Mesmerize me with wonder. Like when I was a child and blew soap bubbles. I’d chase them down and pop pop pop. Tiny little bubbles make me smile.
There’s something whimsical about bubbles… they float. No purpose, pulled this way and that.. away with the winds. The slightest force and -pop- all gone. It’s weird how that goes… a life of bubbles isn’t a very good one, I think.
Fresh waves of sea came splashy at my feet as i walk towards it. It seemed to me that time stood still as I slowly walked towards the water. is that what death must have felt? I wonder and the cold came slowly creeping towards me.
bubbles
my first word. everything about them magical. inside those swirling colors is a whole other world. I always imagined floating around in bubbles. Flying and being transported by bubbles. Bubble baths as a little kid. Bubbles blown on a sunny summer day.
There’re strings of bubbles that float from your lips, frothy and fluffy and pop-able. I can’t help but want to kiss you through them, feel their soap skin snapping beneath the pressure of our mouths in tandem.
I am a bubble, inside a bubble. I am weak, nothing more than a transparent orb protected by nothing more than another transparent orb, that I like to call “thick skin”. It’s really not. See through what I’m saying?
When I was younger I always blew bubbles. I made my own bubble set with common dish soap and use old bubble wands. I loved watching those bubbled float up into the sky with their translucent colors. Floating away, I wished I could be a small fairy living in that bubble so I could float away and escape this world. I would go away from this reality just for a little while until the bubble popped.
Bubbles allow you to see the world in a whole new manner. Through the shiny, colorful orb, the world becomes distorted, and we can finally see the true freak nature of the world.
i love bubbles. they immediately remind me of one of my earliest childhood memories: me blowing bubbles in the kitchen, standing on a chair, as my mom cooked.
Bubbles are round, and children are amused by them. There’s something soothing about the feeling of a bubble bath. Bubbles remind me of summer, and the color yellow, and big fields of flowers, since that seems like the best possible place to blow a lot of bubbles. Some bubbles come in flavors, and you can blow bubbles with hookah smoke, and they sink to the floor and sty there for a while before popping and releasing the smoke.
aren’t bubbles the cutest? they’re shiny and full of rainbows.
ironically, the bubble is not the happiest place to be. it isolates you from the rest of the world and serves as refuge for the weak.
would you give up the real world just to live on your own with happiness only you can experience?.
more bubbles? i just did something on bubbles…but oh well, since i’ve got your attention, whats the deal with sporks? whoever uses a spork? is it a spoon, or is it a fork? has anyone ever died from a spork incident? perhaps at jails or prisons they remove sporks from the lunch line…who knows…not me! i’m smart!
bubbles are fun, they’re circular and round, kinda like pizza, but spherical instead. pizza is good, if its got enough garlic, if not, its still pretty delicious. another thing thats good is Oeanutbutter pie. it may sound nasty, but honestly its rather good. you shoul,d defintiely try it sometime. you can find recipes online somewhere i’m sure
I like them. I like them with the joy of a small child. I think it is because they remind me of not having to worry about things. I have a lot on my mind. People don’t like me. I don’t know what about me is such a turn off but it is going to be easier to be without friends. I can always blow bubbles right? Especially if I get some of those giant wands. I wonder if
they’re so pretty
they come in different shapes and some of them are actually very colorful
I used to blow bubbles as a hobby when I was a kid
and I still do, I enjoy the way they look
bubbles are actually made of soap and water basically, and commercial ones have other chemicals added to them
bubbles are simply the best thing ever made. they make a situation light hearted and bring you back to your child hood. running around, popping them, not a care in the world. if only things were like that these days. if only we could run around popping things that seemed useless and boring. man, bubbles are a great gift to man kind.
Bubbles don’t do damage. Why is bubblebeam a viable move in pokemon when all it really does is shoots bubbles at a person. For that matter there is a move just called bubbles. It doesn’t make any sense.
But then neither,really does water gun; water doesn’t damage beings.
No one talked about her, no one even mentioned her name. Her career was washed up, it had been nearly a decade since anyone had talked about Bubbles of the powderpuff girls. Her sisters were both dead, victims of an apocalyptic attack by the likes of Mojo-jo-jo in combination with the CIA. The powerpuff girls were too powerful and had to be stopped. Bubbles was the only survivor.
When bubbles land between my toes in the shower, it is one of the best things. It’s the feeling of clean, and of youthfulness, and of joy.
Just a few seconds ago i was searching for powerpuff girls t shirts. Bubbles is my fave character! bubbles are also observed during effervescence, like hydrogen babbles when acid reacts with a metal. I’m a chem student 8)yay!
bubbles popping
giggles floating in the air
children running celebrating
life without a care
blowing them into the wind when you were a kid
the perfect circle
baths
my dog’s confusion
clense
watch them float away
I love bubbles. I really do. When they cover the air, and they are everywhere. It is so great, and magnificant, I don’t know. They are just so perfectly round and see through, like a little world inside the actual world.
i hate to burst her bubble but thats the way is should be. she have to learn that she can’t have everything she wants.
her bubble was already too thick to handle. her ego was too much for everybody.
bubbles bursting. why am i always the practical one, the dream crusher. for once i wold like to not have to burst your ignorant optimistic bubble.
The little girl’s eyes went to the air; millions of bubbles fluttered through the air, twisting and rocking against the gusting wind, traveling across the meadow and toward the little, rickety farmhouse. Her mouth widened and her lips parted in a whisper, wonder glowering in her wide, emerald eyes.
I’m dreaming of late evenings with the city lights burning so bright like that cigarette that you’ve thrown behind us with an innate sense of grace that even I cannot understand.
The champagne twirls and twirls as you gently roll the glass between your fingers, the very same fingers that have held my hand with more carefulness than love.
Love. You tell me that you love me and yet all I feel is this distant sense of delicate affection that comes across as fear tinted with like.
You don’t love me, do you?
Nonsense. I am completely and utterly in love with you.
We’re in this bubble. And as we float around in some imaginary world of space and time, I feel it. I feel that our bubble is about to burst, getting pricked with the sharp edges of reality.
I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose us. I don’t want to have to let go.
You look at me, still glazed over with rose-tinted hue and smile like there’s nothing to worry about at all in this world, in our bubble.
And then. Pop.
Bubbles, bubbles are fun. willaim shakeseare invented the word apparently or so i’ve been told, by a good friend. then again this good friend also told me that he was a decendant of oliver cromwell.. how supprising tha the moment i’m asked to type quickly i make a shit ton of errors.
If only we could see that the bubbles within our world is what is and become our reality. Focus on the beauty of our bubble and enjoy its wonder. LIfe is to short to be looking at other bubbles.
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i see bubbles in the sky laughing with bees and bears, it’s so beautiful that I want to fly with them.
Bubbly, blue, blutch
The air was choked with bubbles, and many people were screaming as detergent burst into their eyes. The Great Bubble Disaster of 1999 shall forever be remembered with sadness.
they’re nice, I love blowing bubbles, it relaxes me and when it pops it gives this nice feeling and when I do my laundry ther’re like concentrated bubbles and they smell so good and when they touch my skin it’s ticklish
The bubbles in my tummy at the thought of meeting him. I stand in the crowd. Thousands are there. I wait for 3 hours until I see the midnight blue limo turn the corner and then a big cheer as Jack stands up to wave to a sea of people.
Bubbles. My bubbles.
Tiny little bubbles floating in the air. Mesmerize me with wonder. Like when I was a child and blew soap bubbles. I’d chase them down and pop pop pop. Tiny little bubbles make me smile.
There’s something whimsical about bubbles… they float. No purpose, pulled this way and that.. away with the winds. The slightest force and -pop- all gone. It’s weird how that goes… a life of bubbles isn’t a very good one, I think.
Fresh waves of sea came splashy at my feet as i walk towards it. It seemed to me that time stood still as I slowly walked towards the water. is that what death must have felt? I wonder and the cold came slowly creeping towards me.
bubbles
my first word. everything about them magical. inside those swirling colors is a whole other world. I always imagined floating around in bubbles. Flying and being transported by bubbles. Bubble baths as a little kid. Bubbles blown on a sunny summer day.
There’re strings of bubbles that float from your lips, frothy and fluffy and pop-able. I can’t help but want to kiss you through them, feel their soap skin snapping beneath the pressure of our mouths in tandem.
I am a bubble, inside a bubble. I am weak, nothing more than a transparent orb protected by nothing more than another transparent orb, that I like to call “thick skin”. It’s really not. See through what I’m saying?
bubles are very circuls sahped and they are clear and easy to see you can blow them and pop them whith your
When I was younger I always blew bubbles. I made my own bubble set with common dish soap and use old bubble wands. I loved watching those bubbled float up into the sky with their translucent colors. Floating away, I wished I could be a small fairy living in that bubble so I could float away and escape this world. I would go away from this reality just for a little while until the bubble popped.
A bubble machine is great. I want one! Hundreds of bubbles floating in the air. Brilliant! Pretty, multicoloured bubbles.
Bubbles allow you to see the world in a whole new manner. Through the shiny, colorful orb, the world becomes distorted, and we can finally see the true freak nature of the world.
I like bubbles; they tell you the truth.
i love bubbles. they immediately remind me of one of my earliest childhood memories: me blowing bubbles in the kitchen, standing on a chair, as my mom cooked.
Bubbles are round, and children are amused by them. There’s something soothing about the feeling of a bubble bath. Bubbles remind me of summer, and the color yellow, and big fields of flowers, since that seems like the best possible place to blow a lot of bubbles. Some bubbles come in flavors, and you can blow bubbles with hookah smoke, and they sink to the floor and sty there for a while before popping and releasing the smoke.
aren’t bubbles the cutest? they’re shiny and full of rainbows.
ironically, the bubble is not the happiest place to be. it isolates you from the rest of the world and serves as refuge for the weak.
would you give up the real world just to live on your own with happiness only you can experience?.
more bubbles? i just did something on bubbles…but oh well, since i’ve got your attention, whats the deal with sporks? whoever uses a spork? is it a spoon, or is it a fork? has anyone ever died from a spork incident? perhaps at jails or prisons they remove sporks from the lunch line…who knows…not me! i’m smart!
bubbles are fun, they’re circular and round, kinda like pizza, but spherical instead. pizza is good, if its got enough garlic, if not, its still pretty delicious. another thing thats good is Oeanutbutter pie. it may sound nasty, but honestly its rather good. you shoul,d defintiely try it sometime. you can find recipes online somewhere i’m sure
Bubbles are funny. . .they make you bubbly. . .
Bubbles are nice they fill you with feelings. . .
sweet release. . .
random rant on bubbles
MY BUBBLES MINE!
I like them. I like them with the joy of a small child. I think it is because they remind me of not having to worry about things. I have a lot on my mind. People don’t like me. I don’t know what about me is such a turn off but it is going to be easier to be without friends. I can always blow bubbles right? Especially if I get some of those giant wands. I wonder if
they’re so pretty
they come in different shapes and some of them are actually very colorful
I used to blow bubbles as a hobby when I was a kid
and I still do, I enjoy the way they look
bubbles are actually made of soap and water basically, and commercial ones have other chemicals added to them
bubbles are simply the best thing ever made. they make a situation light hearted and bring you back to your child hood. running around, popping them, not a care in the world. if only things were like that these days. if only we could run around popping things that seemed useless and boring. man, bubbles are a great gift to man kind.
bubbles, bubbles in the air.
you make me want to dance with you. like you.
i fly through the sky. into your heart.
i want to be with you.
be with me.
let us be bubbles.
together.
flying.
Bubbles don’t do damage. Why is bubblebeam a viable move in pokemon when all it really does is shoots bubbles at a person. For that matter there is a move just called bubbles. It doesn’t make any sense.
But then neither,really does water gun; water doesn’t damage beings.
i like bubbles. they float around and make me happy. at the moment they pop, a showering kaleidoscope forms and disintegrates before your eyes