My little darlings, how I missed you before you came without any notion that I was incomplete. Darlings that came to find me in my slumber who awoke me to a beautiful dream…how I love my Little Darlings.
The kittens were a sight to behold. Oh! there were my little darlings, and I just wanted to look at them a little longer. However that was not to be, because the mother cat , moved them one by one to a more secure location.
What would I do without my darlings (; I miss them all and especially those days of yesteryear. Going to school together and everything else in between. We’re all separate now but I hope we stay in touch :/
Things would never be the same. It’s always transient. I hope it ends well though.
My darling is my little puppy Mojo well he isn’t a puppy anymore about three years old but he still acts like one I love him I don’t know what I would ever do without him He is my best friend my baby my sibling and my love all at the same time XD also he sneezes when he gets excited!
It was a bright outside, drink a cup of tea at the patio. Our children running around on the grass. “what’s on your mind my little darlings?” he said. it was a memory worth living every second.
schatten van me, ja jij, schatten van mij, van ons en van jullie, het zijn de centen, het zijn de euro’s die ons doen glinsteren en glanzen, opgepoetste vrekken, zonder geweten en principes, gewoon zoals we zijn, hebberig en nietsontziend als het om onze schatten gaat
He was stunned by that smile. It took away his breath, as well as all the anxiety in his heart. That moment he knew, he was hopelessly in love with her.
No Toby! Don’t touch that thing!
Miggy baby?
Nah, I’ll be the one who’d get that!
You spilled the milk for the -nth time, Marcus!
Oh, darlings! You give me headache!
Keys jangle in the lock, then, a click.
My wife flounces into the living room, all tits and diamonds and flamboyant silk. The front door slams, and an infernal wail starts up from the baby’s cot.
Then, a high-pitched chirrup.
“My darlings!”
For a second, I allow myself the delusion that her exclamation is directed toward me.
“My dear, dear little darlings!”
Ignoring the baby’s cries, she scoops up the two wriggling, yapping bundles of fur at her feet and continues her senseless prattle.
“Did you miss your mommy, mmm? Oh you did! Oh, you are such good little boys!”
She kisses the wet, sloppy tongues of her Chihuahuas.
I pick my drink up, and trudge over to the bawling child.
I didn’t sign up for this. I never wanted to be nothing more than a wallet and a babysitter.
“My darlings!” The false mother called out, sickly sweet. I turned and scowled as she gripped my wrist in a vice like hold, under the pretence of hugging me close. “You know the consequences so play along!” she hissed in a low, threatening tone. I nodded once, and put on a smile. I even let her put an arm round my shoulders to lead me to the car. As the tinted window – tinted so I couldn’t see out, that is – the last glimpse of the outside world was that of my old house, where my mother and father’s bodies still lay, oblivious to their children’s pain as their murderer swept them away.
my darlings, i do declare there are so many of you on the planet today.
i see you every day and i love those delightful lips,
i see the other and he dares bring a harlot about his queen.
i see one who is young and naieve to the world.
Darlings, a word for those who have run out of names for their feelings, a way of saying you care for someone while still holding them at the stop light ends of your fingers. Oh my darling, you are already a world away….
I hadn’t the time to deal with these little darlings. So I blew a puff of my blue smoke… only it came out green… and instead of succumbing to the slumber my potion had planned for them, they turned into bunnies. Energetic bunnies. Oh gosh! How the hell would I make it in time for the ball?
“You must be a darling to your dear mother while she’s sick. You must stroke her hair and make the dinner for her while I’m gone and be gentle. And on mothers day…. You know.” their father said caressing his childrens hair. Then he walked into the mist…. Never to be seen again….
Katherine approached the Salvatore brothers, fangs bared.
“My darlings,” she coaxed, “it’s time for a …change”. A flash of teeth and it was all over for Stefan and Damon.
Oh those little darlings, they brought me chocolate. They know their grandmother, that’s for sure. Every time they visit it’s a different box and full of sweetly goodness.
I empathize with the young male. To be masculine in this society – to be forced to hide your tears, swallow the lump in your throat, close your heart to all emotion. It’s harder to be a boy than a girl. Yet I am the one who perpetrates society’s view of the masculine ideal.
Terry sighed as he curled into Denver and closed his eyes, making the vampire chuckle as he ran his fingers through the smaller man’s hair. On his other side, Josh also dozed, long limbs more splayed out than Terry’s. The two of them were entirely loyal to Denver and they both loved him dearly, in different ways. They were his darlings, his lover and his friend.
daughters are darlings of their fathers. wives are darlings of their husbands n children are of their parents. darling means to be important to somebody..it has lots and lots of feelings involved in it.
these little ones… how marvelous they have become. the way they grow here in this little tuft of earth that was once distastefully bare. who knew so much colour could sprout from pieces of plant so small? now these flowers have overtaken my front yard and i have my darling husband to thank. he’s the one who angrily stormed out of the house with a handful of “rubbish” and threw them to the floor. that temper of his simply gets the best of him. but there goes to show you, not everything is what it seems. he is reminded of that everyday. lilac, fucsia, white… the impatients are growing more wildly everyday, but his impatience has somehow subsided. the intricacies of nature never cease to amaze me.
I don’t want to call upon many people with the title “darling”. I would be very content to call one person darling for the rest of my life. And other names at that, like dear, honey, and love. I want to make someone feel special.
Oh how great it would be to call someone darling. Or to be called darling. I can only pray that one day I will have a darling to take care of. I don’t want darlings, just a darling.
darling is someone you adore. love without restraint. trust them with everything. look at them and fall madly in love with the way they smile, the silly things they say, the bad outfits they put together. you love them no matter what. you can tell them anything, be yourself, be comfortable. they are a best friend.
Darlings. Darlin’ is a song I used to love. But I realize it’s rather cliche now. But that’s alright. Darling reminds me of British people, just like love. And that brings me to a gorgeous friend I had named Isobel. Who of course is British. She never said Darling though. Only as a joke. Maybe I’m just stereotypical. ._.
The only kind of child in the world that amounts to anything; darlings. They control, connive, and concoct in the best of ways. So be fruitful my darlings. You’re in control.
Those darlings aged her beyond recognition. But I could tell that she was still happy, enjoying the company of the little ones that never let her have a moment’s rest. They’re older now, too. And at this point, imagining the two of them apart isn’t even a thought…
I hate that word “darling” it never sounds right on anyone… That was the last word she said.
my parents, my siblings, family, wife, close friends, funny people who make you happy, first love, my wife,
My little darlings, how I missed you before you came without any notion that I was incomplete. Darlings that came to find me in my slumber who awoke me to a beautiful dream…how I love my Little Darlings.
The kittens were a sight to behold. Oh! there were my little darlings, and I just wanted to look at them a little longer. However that was not to be, because the mother cat , moved them one by one to a more secure location.
What would I do without my darlings (; I miss them all and especially those days of yesteryear. Going to school together and everything else in between. We’re all separate now but I hope we stay in touch :/
Things would never be the same. It’s always transient. I hope it ends well though.
My darling is my little puppy Mojo well he isn’t a puppy anymore about three years old but he still acts like one I love him I don’t know what I would ever do without him He is my best friend my baby my sibling and my love all at the same time XD also he sneezes when he gets excited!
My little Korean kids.
Well they weren’t really little, they were like 15 and 16. But they’re what I think of when I think of little darlings.
Well they weren’t really little darlings either.
One I could hardly get to talk to me or interact (or sometimes stay awake lol), though when I did he worked hard.
Nah…they were all awesome. They were all my little darlings.
And I miss em.
(darlings)
Though I use the word much too often. I know it in my heart there are only a few who deserve this title. Sweet, caring, lovable. Like you.
It was a bright outside, drink a cup of tea at the patio. Our children running around on the grass. “what’s on your mind my little darlings?” he said. it was a memory worth living every second.
schatten van me, ja jij, schatten van mij, van ons en van jullie, het zijn de centen, het zijn de euro’s die ons doen glinsteren en glanzen, opgepoetste vrekken, zonder geweten en principes, gewoon zoals we zijn, hebberig en nietsontziend als het om onze schatten gaat
Daughter are darling of their father.Whereas sons are darling of mother.
She had her darlings. Everyone else said they were monsters, but really they were just misunderstood.
He was stunned by that smile. It took away his breath, as well as all the anxiety in his heart. That moment he knew, he was hopelessly in love with her.
Somethings in life are dear to ourselves, like our children which are our darlings.
No Toby! Don’t touch that thing!
Miggy baby?
Nah, I’ll be the one who’d get that!
You spilled the milk for the -nth time, Marcus!
Oh, darlings! You give me headache!
Keys jangle in the lock, then, a click.
My wife flounces into the living room, all tits and diamonds and flamboyant silk. The front door slams, and an infernal wail starts up from the baby’s cot.
Then, a high-pitched chirrup.
“My darlings!”
For a second, I allow myself the delusion that her exclamation is directed toward me.
“My dear, dear little darlings!”
Ignoring the baby’s cries, she scoops up the two wriggling, yapping bundles of fur at her feet and continues her senseless prattle.
“Did you miss your mommy, mmm? Oh you did! Oh, you are such good little boys!”
She kisses the wet, sloppy tongues of her Chihuahuas.
I pick my drink up, and trudge over to the bawling child.
I didn’t sign up for this. I never wanted to be nothing more than a wallet and a babysitter.
“My darlings!” The false mother called out, sickly sweet. I turned and scowled as she gripped my wrist in a vice like hold, under the pretence of hugging me close. “You know the consequences so play along!” she hissed in a low, threatening tone. I nodded once, and put on a smile. I even let her put an arm round my shoulders to lead me to the car. As the tinted window – tinted so I couldn’t see out, that is – the last glimpse of the outside world was that of my old house, where my mother and father’s bodies still lay, oblivious to their children’s pain as their murderer swept them away.
Darlings are sweet and lovely and they touch you lightly and love the lovely things in life. They are a gentle breeze.
my darlings, i do declare there are so many of you on the planet today.
i see you every day and i love those delightful lips,
i see the other and he dares bring a harlot about his queen.
i see one who is young and naieve to the world.
Darlings, a word for those who have run out of names for their feelings, a way of saying you care for someone while still holding them at the stop light ends of your fingers. Oh my darling, you are already a world away….
I hadn’t the time to deal with these little darlings. So I blew a puff of my blue smoke… only it came out green… and instead of succumbing to the slumber my potion had planned for them, they turned into bunnies. Energetic bunnies. Oh gosh! How the hell would I make it in time for the ball?
“You must be a darling to your dear mother while she’s sick. You must stroke her hair and make the dinner for her while I’m gone and be gentle. And on mothers day…. You know.” their father said caressing his childrens hair. Then he walked into the mist…. Never to be seen again….
Katherine approached the Salvatore brothers, fangs bared.
“My darlings,” she coaxed, “it’s time for a …change”. A flash of teeth and it was all over for Stefan and Damon.
no. darling is a dumb word. “darling” “darling” “darlings” it’s gross. it’s sweet.
They were darlings. Their beautiful hair, their green blue eyes. They were darling mermaids. 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DARLINGS. DARLINGS. DARLINGS. DARLINGS. DARLINGS. DARLINGS. DARLINGS
Oh those little darlings, they brought me chocolate. They know their grandmother, that’s for sure. Every time they visit it’s a different box and full of sweetly goodness.
You are so important to me.
I empathize with the young male. To be masculine in this society – to be forced to hide your tears, swallow the lump in your throat, close your heart to all emotion. It’s harder to be a boy than a girl. Yet I am the one who perpetrates society’s view of the masculine ideal.
Terry sighed as he curled into Denver and closed his eyes, making the vampire chuckle as he ran his fingers through the smaller man’s hair. On his other side, Josh also dozed, long limbs more splayed out than Terry’s. The two of them were entirely loyal to Denver and they both loved him dearly, in different ways. They were his darlings, his lover and his friend.
daughters are darlings of their fathers. wives are darlings of their husbands n children are of their parents. darling means to be important to somebody..it has lots and lots of feelings involved in it.
these little ones… how marvelous they have become. the way they grow here in this little tuft of earth that was once distastefully bare. who knew so much colour could sprout from pieces of plant so small? now these flowers have overtaken my front yard and i have my darling husband to thank. he’s the one who angrily stormed out of the house with a handful of “rubbish” and threw them to the floor. that temper of his simply gets the best of him. but there goes to show you, not everything is what it seems. he is reminded of that everyday. lilac, fucsia, white… the impatients are growing more wildly everyday, but his impatience has somehow subsided. the intricacies of nature never cease to amaze me.
My school-friends are my darlings. They always manage to make me smile, give me much needed advise and support.
I don’t want to call upon many people with the title “darling”. I would be very content to call one person darling for the rest of my life. And other names at that, like dear, honey, and love. I want to make someone feel special.
Oh how great it would be to call someone darling. Or to be called darling. I can only pray that one day I will have a darling to take care of. I don’t want darlings, just a darling.
darling is someone you adore. love without restraint. trust them with everything. look at them and fall madly in love with the way they smile, the silly things they say, the bad outfits they put together. you love them no matter what. you can tell them anything, be yourself, be comfortable. they are a best friend.
darlings of my heart,
don’t speak
don’t let me go
just hold me
till the hurt passes
Darlings. Darlin’ is a song I used to love. But I realize it’s rather cliche now. But that’s alright. Darling reminds me of British people, just like love. And that brings me to a gorgeous friend I had named Isobel. Who of course is British. She never said Darling though. Only as a joke. Maybe I’m just stereotypical. ._.
the two darlings saw that their love was nothing but brutal
oh darling! please stop being such a nuisance!
the moon: my darling
The only kind of child in the world that amounts to anything; darlings. They control, connive, and concoct in the best of ways. So be fruitful my darlings. You’re in control.
The little darlings. Look at them glimmering through a cocaine haze. Gorgeous and empty. Vile and repetitive. Boring little darling…
Those darlings aged her beyond recognition. But I could tell that she was still happy, enjoying the company of the little ones that never let her have a moment’s rest. They’re older now, too. And at this point, imagining the two of them apart isn’t even a thought…