The kids sat in a row, waiting for their father. It was christmas eve, and he had called an hour earlier saying he had a special present. His little girls jumped eagerly when he burst through the door, escaping the cold.
She looked down at the children playing among their sea of toys and wondered if it would be worse if their father was there. They were happy and there was nothing that could change that, she hoped.
sounds like something a witch would say. “come here my darlings!” muahahahahahaha! darling. something derogatory a man might say to a woman. darling. duckling. so close. those darling little ducklings! they better not cross the street or they’ll get run over! oh dear! oh darling!
“Darlings, it’s me, Mindy! Gosh, it’s been ever so long!” Sophie and Mike breathed deeply, smiled at Miranda and resisted the urge to roll their eyes. ‘Mindy’ was prone to hyperbole – they’d last met only last week.
My little darlings, my precious. They are like a shining light in my life. Never will they be taken away from me. They are like air to me, so crucial. My shoes.
are everyone she meets better if she doesn’t know them sparrows bus drivers park benches it’s all the better if she doesn’t know them mignonne she doesn’t know either she’s never have the kind of power it takes to slap that one on
I call my friends darling… or dear. So I guess they are my darlings. Like Jim Dear and Darling in “Lady and the Tramp”. I love them. But i use the term to much – I don’t keep it for someone who is darling.
She sat down with one ankle crossed behind the other. This was not her scene. The grandeur that surrounded her in the Pimbley’s mansion was foreign to her pauper eyes. How she wished she could just be at home with her darlings.
I have friends. I do. Always have. But the problem is … they’re darlings. They’re my babies. I had five kids, so that I would have five friends. I wouldn’t need anyone to be my friend. But now I have five kids, and they have friends; friends that aren’t me. And I need to be more than just a friend to them. They have each other; I have no one. And now I’m alone more than ever.
Darlings. A word for so many things. For your children. For your family. A word used when upper classed women talk to children and friends. “Oh, darlings. How lovely to see you.” “Oh, my darlings. Are you ok?” I actually imagine high classed women with tight, nice dresses and statement earrings when I write this post!
Have you ever experienced the love of friendship? When you are a teenage girl who wish to become a mother, friendship are the closest thing you get to that. The love of your friends, are a practice for the love you will feel when you get children
Oh, fer cute. I can’t believe that you’d dress them up in such ADORABLE sailor suits. Do they need lollies? Do you want lollies? Awwww you do, yes you do, my darlings.
The Darlings family had had a reunion for the night. Wendy Darling went back to her room and waited for the guest she had been waiting for 10 years. Peter Pan hadn’t shown up and she hadn’t been married. She was always waiting.
It was time to do the deed and I still hadn’t the nerve to do it. Yet as I edged closer to them, I could only think of the liberty that their disappearance would grant me. So I bit my lip, closed my eyes and shoved the pillow in their face.
Darlings are people who you care about. they are interesting and cute and have no bad things to say about you or anyone else. The same goes for you. They are people that have helped you out in the past and you would do anything for them. Darlings can be people in your family ho you have enjoyed spending time with.
It’s been a while since i’ve heard this word. It reminds me of a grandmother, neither of mine however. I never had the kind of relationship with a grandmother that would earn me the affectionate name darling.
oh I luff you you all! You all have such nice coats, furry, shiny coats.
Oh suhut up, Ludmilla.
Aren’t they just dear!
God, get me out of this minute, this life of dreadful minutes!!
Everyone is a darling and will like to be treateed nicely
i enjoy people refering to me as darling it makes me feel special,usually my grand parents refer to me as such.
The Darlings were a simple sort… always easy to get along with, never tough to make friends with. They were a species of their own, with their interesting beliefs and love. Making an idea turn into reality for the Darlings was exciting all in its own; they believed that if you knew what they were thinking, you should be considered a god of theirs.
My darlings are beautiful. Kennedy, Emmanuella, Cassidy and Madison. They sparkle every time I see them. “No, put that down I said!” I find that I am pushy too. Maybe it was the way the way I was raised.
My darlings are my family members, my friends, my colleagues. I love them and would like to give a hug to each every single day. They are my life, my joy, my everything. I live and breathe for them.
The sparrows dance around the garden. The little darlings flight about with little care. They peck at the gravel below trying to find any seed that has fallen, while others hog the landing on the bird feeder. One is by the fountain, keeled over. His body has tweeted its last song. A eight year old asks his mother. “Why?”
“Hello, my darling” whispered the voice I had grown to know so well. His breath brushed along my collarbone and smelled rotten and foul. His teeth were gnarled and stuck out in every direction, displaying their rotten patches.
I try to close my eyes and convince myself that i’m dreaming. My eyelids float upwards and reveal to me his lanky hands as they creep up towards my neck. His twisted and spindly fingers brush against my pale skin, his lengthy nails digging in briefly. A shiver crawls up my spine as his skeletal frame draws even closer to me. His petrifying voice hisses, like so many times before, “This is not a dream. This is a nightmare.”
“Oh the little darlings!” she cooed, “So adorable, we simply must take one home.”
“But sweetheart, we really haven’t the space…” his resignation was evident, he had no power in this situation.
“Oh the dark haired one… Oh no, I want the little one over there!”
“Lydia, we can’t afford to keep it.”
“Of course we can darling, we’re having this one.” She grabbed little Jimmy’s dirty hand and escorted him from the orphanage.
Darlings is a word I don’t really know what it means. I don’t use it a lot but unfortunately, I gear it a lot from my friends (or at least my supposing friends). So actually, I can’t present to you anything more that the fact that it could be used to express a feeling, or the fact that today the most teenagers and adults use it in a weird non-understandable way, as they probably don’t understand the real meaning…
Those little darlings met me at the door, barking their cute furry heads off and pushing each other out of the way to get the best pets! I put down my bags and gave each one a good greeting!
Girl you’re my angel, you’re my darling baby, reminds me of when i was little and we would blast all that shaggy and my aunt would dance and we would laugh and when she would wear bandanas and she was a actually cool, . I miss that and my childhood.
two of them…. i have two little darlings… although they aren’t so little anymore… the are a blessing to me… my treasure from the Lord… I love my darlings so… they are in and out of the house… roaming from room to room… sometimes they are parents with children… sometimes they are spies… we have our school work at home… math… science… we read… we write… history is always fun… memory work too… watching them learn and play and grow… they are treasures of great worth to us… to me… to our family… thank you Lord for the little darlings you have blessed our life with… our home wouldn’t be the same with out them… <3
The kids sat in a row, waiting for their father. It was christmas eve, and he had called an hour earlier saying he had a special present. His little girls jumped eagerly when he burst through the door, escaping the cold.
She looked down at the children playing among their sea of toys and wondered if it would be worse if their father was there. They were happy and there was nothing that could change that, she hoped.
sounds like something a witch would say. “come here my darlings!” muahahahahahaha! darling. something derogatory a man might say to a woman. darling. duckling. so close. those darling little ducklings! they better not cross the street or they’ll get run over! oh dear! oh darling!
“Darlings, it’s me, Mindy! Gosh, it’s been ever so long!” Sophie and Mike breathed deeply, smiled at Miranda and resisted the urge to roll their eyes. ‘Mindy’ was prone to hyperbole – they’d last met only last week.
Darlings are for the mind. Lovlies are for the heart.
My little darlings, my precious. They are like a shining light in my life. Never will they be taken away from me. They are like air to me, so crucial. My shoes.
Children
are everyone she meets better if she doesn’t know them sparrows bus drivers park benches it’s all the better if she doesn’t know them mignonne she doesn’t know either she’s never have the kind of power it takes to slap that one on
I call my friends darling… or dear. So I guess they are my darlings. Like Jim Dear and Darling in “Lady and the Tramp”. I love them. But i use the term to much – I don’t keep it for someone who is darling.
My sisters are my darlings. I love them ! I cant live without them. They make me smile . We have so much of fun together .
они рядом. они всегда на букву Д. они бывают несчастны. но они делают счастливыми тебя. всегда.
She sat down with one ankle crossed behind the other. This was not her scene. The grandeur that surrounded her in the Pimbley’s mansion was foreign to her pauper eyes. How she wished she could just be at home with her darlings.
I have friends. I do. Always have. But the problem is … they’re darlings. They’re my babies. I had five kids, so that I would have five friends. I wouldn’t need anyone to be my friend. But now I have five kids, and they have friends; friends that aren’t me. And I need to be more than just a friend to them. They have each other; I have no one. And now I’m alone more than ever.
Darlings. A word for so many things. For your children. For your family. A word used when upper classed women talk to children and friends. “Oh, darlings. How lovely to see you.” “Oh, my darlings. Are you ok?” I actually imagine high classed women with tight, nice dresses and statement earrings when I write this post!
Darling is what my boyfriend and I used to call each other. Now however, it has transformed into “darjeeling” for whatever odd reason. I love him <3
Have you ever experienced the love of friendship? When you are a teenage girl who wish to become a mother, friendship are the closest thing you get to that. The love of your friends, are a practice for the love you will feel when you get children
Oh, fer cute. I can’t believe that you’d dress them up in such ADORABLE sailor suits. Do they need lollies? Do you want lollies? Awwww you do, yes you do, my darlings.
Mom. I’m 42 years old.
The Darlings family had had a reunion for the night. Wendy Darling went back to her room and waited for the guest she had been waiting for 10 years. Peter Pan hadn’t shown up and she hadn’t been married. She was always waiting.
It was time to do the deed and I still hadn’t the nerve to do it. Yet as I edged closer to them, I could only think of the liberty that their disappearance would grant me. So I bit my lip, closed my eyes and shoved the pillow in their face.
Darlings are people who you care about. they are interesting and cute and have no bad things to say about you or anyone else. The same goes for you. They are people that have helped you out in the past and you would do anything for them. Darlings can be people in your family ho you have enjoyed spending time with.
It’s been a while since i’ve heard this word. It reminds me of a grandmother, neither of mine however. I never had the kind of relationship with a grandmother that would earn me the affectionate name darling.
oh I luff you you all! You all have such nice coats, furry, shiny coats.
Oh suhut up, Ludmilla.
Aren’t they just dear!
God, get me out of this minute, this life of dreadful minutes!!
Everyone is a darling and will like to be treateed nicely
i enjoy people refering to me as darling it makes me feel special,usually my grand parents refer to me as such.
The Darlings were a simple sort… always easy to get along with, never tough to make friends with. They were a species of their own, with their interesting beliefs and love. Making an idea turn into reality for the Darlings was exciting all in its own; they believed that if you knew what they were thinking, you should be considered a god of theirs.
My darlings are beautiful. Kennedy, Emmanuella, Cassidy and Madison. They sparkle every time I see them. “No, put that down I said!” I find that I am pushy too. Maybe it was the way the way I was raised.
My darlings are my family members, my friends, my colleagues. I love them and would like to give a hug to each every single day. They are my life, my joy, my everything. I live and breathe for them.
Its what my mom calls me and probably what people call their kids and what wives call their husbands and gf’s call their bf’s
The sparrows dance around the garden. The little darlings flight about with little care. They peck at the gravel below trying to find any seed that has fallen, while others hog the landing on the bird feeder. One is by the fountain, keeled over. His body has tweeted its last song. A eight year old asks his mother. “Why?”
“Oh Darlings! Aren’t you just the cutest things!” The children glared at aunt Magdalena and refused to reply.
“Hello, my darling” whispered the voice I had grown to know so well. His breath brushed along my collarbone and smelled rotten and foul. His teeth were gnarled and stuck out in every direction, displaying their rotten patches.
I try to close my eyes and convince myself that i’m dreaming. My eyelids float upwards and reveal to me his lanky hands as they creep up towards my neck. His twisted and spindly fingers brush against my pale skin, his lengthy nails digging in briefly. A shiver crawls up my spine as his skeletal frame draws even closer to me. His petrifying voice hisses, like so many times before, “This is not a dream. This is a nightmare.”
“Oh the little darlings!” she cooed, “So adorable, we simply must take one home.”
“But sweetheart, we really haven’t the space…” his resignation was evident, he had no power in this situation.
“Oh the dark haired one… Oh no, I want the little one over there!”
“Lydia, we can’t afford to keep it.”
“Of course we can darling, we’re having this one.” She grabbed little Jimmy’s dirty hand and escorted him from the orphanage.
When I hear the word darlings, I think of a couple that love each other a lot. I also think of two doves floating in the wind.
Goodnight, little one. Not today. We won’t meet for some time. That’s okay, I’ll be ready, you’ll be ready, and this world will shine for you darling.
Darlings is a word that some people 3use to describe the girlfriend. Like I love you darling.
O,my darling, o my darling o my darling Clementine you where lost and gone forever, o my darling Clementine.
Darlings is a word I don’t really know what it means. I don’t use it a lot but unfortunately, I gear it a lot from my friends (or at least my supposing friends). So actually, I can’t present to you anything more that the fact that it could be used to express a feeling, or the fact that today the most teenagers and adults use it in a weird non-understandable way, as they probably don’t understand the real meaning…
Oil on canvas. Chubby little fingers, frozen in time clinging to the beautiful scene. Bright eyes and sweet smiles. Always there.
Those little darlings met me at the door, barking their cute furry heads off and pushing each other out of the way to get the best pets! I put down my bags and gave each one a good greeting!
Girl you’re my angel, you’re my darling baby, reminds me of when i was little and we would blast all that shaggy and my aunt would dance and we would laugh and when she would wear bandanas and she was a actually cool, . I miss that and my childhood.
two of them…. i have two little darlings… although they aren’t so little anymore… the are a blessing to me… my treasure from the Lord… I love my darlings so… they are in and out of the house… roaming from room to room… sometimes they are parents with children… sometimes they are spies… we have our school work at home… math… science… we read… we write… history is always fun… memory work too… watching them learn and play and grow… they are treasures of great worth to us… to me… to our family… thank you Lord for the little darlings you have blessed our life with… our home wouldn’t be the same with out them… <3