I guide her across the river, across the airy footsteps she’d left behind previously, indentations into a free-flowing liquid that was as ready to celebrate as was she.
I celebrated my brother’s wedding in Ireland. I traveled there with the rest of my family to an old castle where the celebration was to be held. I began to notice strange occurances, Shamus blamed the leprechauns. The leprachauns of Blankney Castle were said to guard a vast treasure in the vaults of the old dungeons. So I traveled back behind the secret passages mapped out on the guide and stumbled towar
I love to celebrate my birthday with my family. I like Christmas too!! I just love holidays all together. this is so weird but i love to celebrate friends birthdays too.
To celebrate this occasion seemed a travesty in the eyes of God. It was a long-planned attack, but there was to be no final glory. Especially when the hit took place in St Mary’s Cathedral. The gun still smoking, Alex looked up to the bloody statue. He grimaced.
Just cheer. Don’t forget about life. There is always some to be happy about, never forget that. The world is a place full of celebration. Smile and laugh. Dance. Laugh. Cry. There is beauty everywhere, and that is to be celebrated. There is always something worht living for.
It reminded me of a song that I’ve heard. Silly pop song beats with the capacity of nostalgia. I’ve wondered why the awful songs stick to you without you knowing–like lint maybe. Or relatives.
I had wanted to celebrate at the time. It felt like a major relief not to have to worry about his feelings anymore. It was a mighty load off. Today, there is nothing to celebrate, except another day on earth, worry-free.
The event was a gala. A true gala, full of dancing women, handsome men, and people who paid way too much for the clothing they were garbed in. And yet, it was the most magnificent gala I had ever attended. And what did I wear? Gold, green, silver, something flowing? No. I wore black velvet, for this is how I was. Who I was.
I love to celebrate birthdays. I make a cake for my kids every year no matter how old they are. I love to decorate them. They are so excited to get a cake every year. They love it so much!
A celebration like this should have been a happy one, but as I looked around I saw no happy faces, no brightly coloured balloons, no joy. I suppose I know why this was, but I didn’t want to think about it, I never wanted to think about it again. I just wanted to put it away and pretend to be enjoying myself.
I was at a gala. Not just a party or a celebration, but truly a gala. The walls were glittering gold, the banisters gold, the women gold. Everything glittered and I had truly begun to believe that yes, all that glitters is truly gold. That fateful evening, I had chosen to wear a dress. Not just any dress, but a black velvet dress.
This weekend I am going to celebrate. I’m going to celebrate this hell week being over because I will only have to study for one thing over the weekend instead of three. Also I am going to celebrate all that I have because I have the Apraxia walk on Saturday and those children are the sweetest ever even though they have a language disorder. You should celebrate something too.
Yay! Celebrations are exciting for everyone, whether it be your high school graduation or the fact that you’ve survived university. It brings many joyous moments that can and will be cherished for a life time. It holds the successful stories of your past journey’s that will be told to your grandchildren.
I think that it is important to celebrate every joy in life. It makes everything much happier. People really need to focus on the good side of things because we just get bogged down by the negatives. Celebrate the good and acknowledge the bad, but do not let it be overpowering.
Celebrations are enjoyed by everyone, especially for those who deserve it, it can come in many ways, whether it be small or large. It all has the same meaning, though some more worthwhile than others.
lets celebrate good times come on! I love to celebrate because it makes me happy. When i get together with friends we always find a reason to celebrate! So come on and lets all celebrate because we deserve to. Life is enough reason to celebrate.
Times to celebrate. The beginning of spring. The birth of a baby. Graduation. The homecoming of a loved one. The reading of a genius book. The marriage of two people completely in love. Thanksgiving. Or, celebrate each day.
celebration of life, of love, of this great world and of autumn. celebration of tea and hot chocolate… warm sheets fresh out of the dryer and leaves falling through crisp fall air. celebration of EVERYTHING
celebrate whenever you have little moment of joy — like when you wake up and your dog has eaten all of the bread, or when tyour newborn soaks through their baptism dress. Moments like these make the worls go round. JOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Celebration time come on, lets celebrate.
There’s a party going on right here- a celebration to last through out the year
So bring your good friends
and your laughter too.
We wanna celebrate this party with you.
Celebration is something that can be cherished and long-lasting, having many memories in ones life. Celebration are something of the past and the present, and something many people look forward to in the future. It is something that people of all ages enjoy, whether it be birthdays or the reunion of family members. It is the goals we strive for as we celebrate the milestones we have overcome.
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It was my birthday. I thought it would be the best ever, but as usual, that wasn’t the case. I was expecting big hugs, lots of presents, love from my friends — but of course, I was imagining things again. What friends? What love? Who cares about me?
It’s time to pull out the streamers and put them up all around your room again. It’s time to let the confetti go, and to sing and dance, until we’re not standing any longer. It’s time to dance, boy. Dance until I’m beside you the way I’ve wanted to be for a while now, until we were doing the horizontal tango, and fall asleep pillowed oddly atop one another. Y’know, that’s what I’ve been looking forward to.
But really for now I’m celebrating something entirely different, and I’m not quite sure what it is…maybe just having you in my life.
Today was the celebration, not the one everyone thought it was. I was not celebrating the coming of a new year but rather the fact that I had lived through another one; the fourth year of life I was given after that fateful night. While everyone lifted their glass of champagne, I closed my eyes and whispered a little prayer to no one in particular.
I need to celebrate very day.neach day is really a gift and to dwell on allnthe issues verusus justnenjoying the day isn a shame. I promise myselfnto make every day count in some way special.
Parties everywhere. Cupcakes and cookies and chocolate. Streamers and fireworks. Party hats! Jumping things! HAHA! Celebrate good times come on! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! Celebration!!!!!! AOll sisterhood! Excitement! Yay! party
i like to dance and celebrate, no mater who i am with, there are many things i want to do with my life be red is one of them and balloons, and flowers, and sky and clouds, there will never be another me, I know that, i c elebrate my body in all it’s generosity and beauty and truth no matter what is going on no matter what they say i love it, and i love me, you are dumb if you don’t
it was a great plan, so they decided to celebrate. the record played loud 60’s music as Harry and Gabrielle danced together to the beat, it was a small thing just spontaneous among the 7 teenagers. Mark sat at one end of the room as Irina sat at the other. Mark was staring, studying her. Irina couldn’t take it as she walked silently out on to the veranda in the backyard. Mark following moments later. “What’s wrong?” he said to her as his hand settled on her cold shoulders. they were both staring out at the endless garden the starry night. Irina didn’t answer. “It’s a great plan” he said again. But Irina stayed quiet, calm and lost in her own thoughts. Mark pulled her around to face him. And as Irina looked into his dark brown eyes she could help but think that Mark had brought the music out with him. She had a blank face. She had known Mark for years now.
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I guide her across the river, across the airy footsteps she’d left behind previously, indentations into a free-flowing liquid that was as ready to celebrate as was she.
As she was ready to celebrate the dying day.
Celebrate? But why? And what? And when? Celebration works best without thinking or reasoning.
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This is what you do when you are happy about something, especially an event of achievement. There are many ways to do it, and it is done by all ages.
I celebrated my brother’s wedding in Ireland. I traveled there with the rest of my family to an old castle where the celebration was to be held. I began to notice strange occurances, Shamus blamed the leprechauns. The leprachauns of Blankney Castle were said to guard a vast treasure in the vaults of the old dungeons. So I traveled back behind the secret passages mapped out on the guide and stumbled towar
Confetti explodes in the air,
The music blares in the background.
“All hail the New World Order!”
“Trust in me, and I will change what you see!”
I love to celebrate my birthday with my family. I like Christmas too!! I just love holidays all together. this is so weird but i love to celebrate friends birthdays too.
To celebrate this occasion seemed a travesty in the eyes of God. It was a long-planned attack, but there was to be no final glory. Especially when the hit took place in St Mary’s Cathedral. The gun still smoking, Alex looked up to the bloody statue. He grimaced.
Just cheer. Don’t forget about life. There is always some to be happy about, never forget that. The world is a place full of celebration. Smile and laugh. Dance. Laugh. Cry. There is beauty everywhere, and that is to be celebrated. There is always something worht living for.
It reminded me of a song that I’ve heard. Silly pop song beats with the capacity of nostalgia. I’ve wondered why the awful songs stick to you without you knowing–like lint maybe. Or relatives.
I had wanted to celebrate at the time. It felt like a major relief not to have to worry about his feelings anymore. It was a mighty load off. Today, there is nothing to celebrate, except another day on earth, worry-free.
The event was a gala. A true gala, full of dancing women, handsome men, and people who paid way too much for the clothing they were garbed in. And yet, it was the most magnificent gala I had ever attended. And what did I wear? Gold, green, silver, something flowing? No. I wore black velvet, for this is how I was. Who I was.
I love to celebrate birthdays. I make a cake for my kids every year no matter how old they are. I love to decorate them. They are so excited to get a cake every year. They love it so much!
A celebration like this should have been a happy one, but as I looked around I saw no happy faces, no brightly coloured balloons, no joy. I suppose I know why this was, but I didn’t want to think about it, I never wanted to think about it again. I just wanted to put it away and pretend to be enjoying myself.
I was at a gala. Not just a party or a celebration, but truly a gala. The walls were glittering gold, the banisters gold, the women gold. Everything glittered and I had truly begun to believe that yes, all that glitters is truly gold. That fateful evening, I had chosen to wear a dress. Not just any dress, but a black velvet dress.
This weekend I am going to celebrate. I’m going to celebrate this hell week being over because I will only have to study for one thing over the weekend instead of three. Also I am going to celebrate all that I have because I have the Apraxia walk on Saturday and those children are the sweetest ever even though they have a language disorder. You should celebrate something too.
Yay! Celebrations are exciting for everyone, whether it be your high school graduation or the fact that you’ve survived university. It brings many joyous moments that can and will be cherished for a life time. It holds the successful stories of your past journey’s that will be told to your grandchildren.
I think that it is important to celebrate every joy in life. It makes everything much happier. People really need to focus on the good side of things because we just get bogged down by the negatives. Celebrate the good and acknowledge the bad, but do not let it be overpowering.
Celebrations are enjoyed by everyone, especially for those who deserve it, it can come in many ways, whether it be small or large. It all has the same meaning, though some more worthwhile than others.
lets celebrate good times come on! I love to celebrate because it makes me happy. When i get together with friends we always find a reason to celebrate! So come on and lets all celebrate because we deserve to. Life is enough reason to celebrate.
Times to celebrate. The beginning of spring. The birth of a baby. Graduation. The homecoming of a loved one. The reading of a genius book. The marriage of two people completely in love. Thanksgiving. Or, celebrate each day.
celebration of life, of love, of this great world and of autumn. celebration of tea and hot chocolate… warm sheets fresh out of the dryer and leaves falling through crisp fall air. celebration of EVERYTHING
celebrate whenever you have little moment of joy — like when you wake up and your dog has eaten all of the bread, or when tyour newborn soaks through their baptism dress. Moments like these make the worls go round. JOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Celebration time come on, lets celebrate.
There’s a party going on right here- a celebration to last through out the year
So bring your good friends
and your laughter too.
We wanna celebrate this party with you.
Dry your eyes.
Take a deep
breath in.
Shake the shudders
don’t you dare stutter.
Speak of him.
Of his glory.
Back before
it came to an end.
Celebrate the memories
that you’ve created.
Cherish the moments
spent together.
Remember him
for who he was
and do not weep
for the fact he is gone.
Red orange yellow
leaves flutter about the grave.
Giving beauty
in the blackness of death.
brady lucjer
tzé luigftwn
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Celebration is something that can be cherished and long-lasting, having many memories in ones life. Celebration are something of the past and the present, and something many people look forward to in the future. It is something that people of all ages enjoy, whether it be birthdays or the reunion of family members. It is the goals we strive for as we celebrate the milestones we have overcome.
happy fun exciting new years nic miss happiness sad nostalgic parade joy gay festivites joy happiness wonder excitement new lights crowd fun smiles music happy christmas joy happiness
It was my birthday. I thought it would be the best ever, but as usual, that wasn’t the case. I was expecting big hugs, lots of presents, love from my friends — but of course, I was imagining things again. What friends? What love? Who cares about me?
Celebrate good times, c’mon!
happy
life
fun
joy
celebrating
death
birth
oscars
celebrities
party
people
balloons
banners
cake
It’s time to pull out the streamers and put them up all around your room again. It’s time to let the confetti go, and to sing and dance, until we’re not standing any longer. It’s time to dance, boy. Dance until I’m beside you the way I’ve wanted to be for a while now, until we were doing the horizontal tango, and fall asleep pillowed oddly atop one another. Y’know, that’s what I’ve been looking forward to.
But really for now I’m celebrating something entirely different, and I’m not quite sure what it is…maybe just having you in my life.
Today was the celebration, not the one everyone thought it was. I was not celebrating the coming of a new year but rather the fact that I had lived through another one; the fourth year of life I was given after that fateful night. While everyone lifted their glass of champagne, I closed my eyes and whispered a little prayer to no one in particular.
With friends and family… love life!… be good to yourself, happiness, meets your soul.
I need to celebrate very day.neach day is really a gift and to dwell on allnthe issues verusus justnenjoying the day isn a shame. I promise myselfnto make every day count in some way special.
Parties everywhere. Cupcakes and cookies and chocolate. Streamers and fireworks. Party hats! Jumping things! HAHA! Celebrate good times come on! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! Celebration!!!!!! AOll sisterhood! Excitement! Yay! party
i like to dance and celebrate, no mater who i am with, there are many things i want to do with my life be red is one of them and balloons, and flowers, and sky and clouds, there will never be another me, I know that, i c elebrate my body in all it’s generosity and beauty and truth no matter what is going on no matter what they say i love it, and i love me, you are dumb if you don’t
it was a great plan, so they decided to celebrate. the record played loud 60’s music as Harry and Gabrielle danced together to the beat, it was a small thing just spontaneous among the 7 teenagers. Mark sat at one end of the room as Irina sat at the other. Mark was staring, studying her. Irina couldn’t take it as she walked silently out on to the veranda in the backyard. Mark following moments later. “What’s wrong?” he said to her as his hand settled on her cold shoulders. they were both staring out at the endless garden the starry night. Irina didn’t answer. “It’s a great plan” he said again. But Irina stayed quiet, calm and lost in her own thoughts. Mark pulled her around to face him. And as Irina looked into his dark brown eyes she could help but think that Mark had brought the music out with him. She had a blank face. She had known Mark for years now.
To have a party because of somethings exciting. Also to share happiness with the people you care about.
hi m5 oireyokjljwhryo[oyuurth;’koiyrtlritioyk;mjoiyuh;ltlkjh.,gi ruby poky this shoe oh no fudge is mine forever not yours lol put this up eat this up smell this up.