I decorated the sofa with small plastic sequins that were brightly colored. He would have a conniption when he couldn’t get them off. Next I poured confetti all over the kitchen floor.
so tell me,
why do you decorate everything you say?
Literally, every word you’ve ever told me,
or typed,
or tried to convince me,
you sugarcoat it and make it so much more simpler than it really is.
So how about you stop?
You don’t like me,
you like the fucking chase.
And if I keep following it, you’ll never let me go.
And I hate how you have so much fucking control over me.
i can’t say i’ve ever decorated my room properly or the way i wanted. it’s never been my choice. i can pin whatever i want up, my life, against the royal blue. but it’s not me. it won’t ever be me. i can’t do that. my room and i are not the same. we will never be the same.
The room was decorated in golds and red, exotic-looking, not unlike Cira herself. As she sashayed through the living room, her gold hoop earrings attracted attention with their rhythmic swaying.
he decorated my life with such insanity, and he didn’t even realise. it only took one solid glance from his chesnut eyes for me to realise how madly out of love with him i had become.
my room will be decorated soon. with the best purple wallpaper and the best of stuff. it looks so bare right now and it’s quite sad to say goodbye to my old room..
Again? I got decorated last time. Can I please have a different word? Please? Something a bit more creative?
GAH. I WANT A DIFFERENT WORD. or I’ll decorate my keyboard with your face.
An award. The shiny medallion shone brightly upon his chest, his shoulders thrust back with a sort of proud delight you only see on Silver Star winners. The resilience. The worn look about him. He has been through alot.
One day, Amelia was walking through the park and decided that she needed to stop at the store. It was her birthday tomorrow and she had to pick up decorations. On the way back from the store, she fell into a small hole in the ground. When she lifted her head up after she landed, she saw the most wondrous thing.
It was so beautiful she couldn’t stand it. And there it was and she had been waiting for it for so long. She almost had forgotten to expect it, to remember that it would exist. And now it was real. Now it was real and it was there and she was staring at it. It was amazing. She could hardly think, hardly breathe.
Pretty painted. Rooms. Decorated face. Decorated faces. Anything can be decorated really. Are we decorated too? Yes. I think everyone is. we dress our selves up and in that way, we decorate.
There is my heart hung up on his wall. Along with all the other hearts he has stolen. There it will sit forever as decoration — nothing more nothing less.
The flowers decorated the grave almost ornately. He kept his hands in his pockets, the wind blowing hard and blowing the pages of the bible as Father Mulcahy spoke. He didn’t bother to look in the hole; he knew what was in there. Or rather, who.
Strings of lights, tinsel, and mistletoe were hung in a flamboyant, almost gaudy fashion throughout my home. I’d always hated my parents’ decadence during Christmastime, but this year, it was a welcome sight after months away from home.
The room was plain. It was the only word to describe it. She never bothered to decorate, to make it look more like home. Home? It was never going to be home. She was trapped here. Useless and laid to waste. Fuck decorating. Fuck him for doing this to her.
Soldiers are decorated, so are homes. I decorated my dorm room at college this past year to the best of my ability, but sadly it didn’t raise as big of a fuss as soldiers and homeowners do about their decorations. Do decorations by definition make things better, or is it just a term for elaboration?
i just decorated my room, i love it, its blue and i think its just so relaxing, i always love to chill in my room because it makes me happy. my boyfriend has his room decorated with a bunch of stuff i gave him.
we are all decorated. an all mighty creator decorated us. shined, cleaned, and primped us. we are all furniture. no one like another, but unoriginal in a sense.
i wanted to decorate the house like we use to for christmas and halloween but ever since you have been gone holidays have not been the same. they probably will never be the same. change is good a thing though… i have to remember that.
The decorated tapestries hung in the hallway, ready to be examined. They were extremely intricate with rich colors and covered almost like a verteran home from the war. He was decorated in badges as well.
i can’t wait until my house is decorated in Austin! Living with Hannah will be a dream. Lots of smoking pot, lots of studying (hopefully), and parties, parties, parties!
The walls were lined with brightly colored ribbons, and streamers were haphazardly strewn across the ceiling. The party-goers chatted and gawked as the birthday girl sauntered in, wearing a plastic crown her friends had forced on her head only moments ago.
“…Decorating?” Hibari blinks at Tsuna, who just smiled and held up some flowers.
“Yep~!”
Hibari lets out a small smile and lets out a small sigh.
“Fine.”
I had her entire body decorated with the small little incisions that were made with the collection of toothpicks, knives and loose teeth that I kept in my small bag. Now, for the full effect, it was time to light her up!
Decorated in flowers and circles, the girl in mourning was not a sight for sore eyes. Not a single thing clothed her, except the shame that held her face and stroked her hair, but that wasn’t satisfying, not at all.
To say it was decorated would be heresay. Queen Mandoline’s cake was adorned meticulously with sensuous flowers. The vivid blue and fuchsia hues infused the cake with an emotional character. The cake not only expressed the feeling of both love and fear but evoked the same feelings in those that looked upon it. Upon looking at this very cake, Mandoline began to cry remembering the childhood memories she had tucked away in her pockets.
the word is decorated. people decorate their house. people decorate their bodies. tattoos and piercings are decorations. I have neither. I barely wear any jewellry. I’m quite undecorated. I do however decorate my face with make up
I stepped into the room.. it was.. nice. Sort of. Looked more like a dungeon than a ballroom. But, I’d have to deal. There were millions of doors lining the walls… I opened one……
and a piecri
by *piercing scream escaped my lungs on 07.31.2010
fish and textiles, jackets that have hanging beads and bracelets that cover the entirety of a thin wrist. a general. a lamp lit room.
He was decorated, extravagantly with medals he had found. In Goodwill stores across the country. The only battle he had ever served in was the battle of the television set remote. Took place every Saturday morning.
i am a decorated citizen, i have all the awards and promotions that someone like me can get.
I decorated the sofa with small plastic sequins that were brightly colored. He would have a conniption when he couldn’t get them off. Next I poured confetti all over the kitchen floor.
Angela Rae Cook
I Love You With All My Heart
And I Never Ever Want To Lose You (:
I Will Marry You Sometime Soon
You Are My Life
I Love You Babe
Always And Forever <3
so tell me,
why do you decorate everything you say?
Literally, every word you’ve ever told me,
or typed,
or tried to convince me,
you sugarcoat it and make it so much more simpler than it really is.
So how about you stop?
You don’t like me,
you like the fucking chase.
And if I keep following it, you’ll never let me go.
And I hate how you have so much fucking control over me.
i can’t say i’ve ever decorated my room properly or the way i wanted. it’s never been my choice. i can pin whatever i want up, my life, against the royal blue. but it’s not me. it won’t ever be me. i can’t do that. my room and i are not the same. we will never be the same.
The room was decorated in golds and red, exotic-looking, not unlike Cira herself. As she sashayed through the living room, her gold hoop earrings attracted attention with their rhythmic swaying.
We don’t live plain anymore. We’ve decorated our faces, our histories, our homes, and our lives. Can we get back to plain? Simple? Un-decorated?
he decorated my life with such insanity, and he didn’t even realise. it only took one solid glance from his chesnut eyes for me to realise how madly out of love with him i had become.
my room will be decorated soon. with the best purple wallpaper and the best of stuff. it looks so bare right now and it’s quite sad to say goodbye to my old room..
Again? I got decorated last time. Can I please have a different word? Please? Something a bit more creative?
GAH. I WANT A DIFFERENT WORD. or I’ll decorate my keyboard with your face.
An award. The shiny medallion shone brightly upon his chest, his shoulders thrust back with a sort of proud delight you only see on Silver Star winners. The resilience. The worn look about him. He has been through alot.
One day, Amelia was walking through the park and decided that she needed to stop at the store. It was her birthday tomorrow and she had to pick up decorations. On the way back from the store, she fell into a small hole in the ground. When she lifted her head up after she landed, she saw the most wondrous thing.
I am decorated. With tiny tiny ornaments. Not the christmas kind. You hang on me a tiny hook piercing my skin in a opaque, cruel sort of decoration.
It was so beautiful she couldn’t stand it. And there it was and she had been waiting for it for so long. She almost had forgotten to expect it, to remember that it would exist. And now it was real. Now it was real and it was there and she was staring at it. It was amazing. She could hardly think, hardly breathe.
Pretty painted. Rooms. Decorated face. Decorated faces. Anything can be decorated really. Are we decorated too? Yes. I think everyone is. we dress our selves up and in that way, we decorate.
the christmas tree…. christmas balls, candy canes, snowmen, and anything that delights the children as well as adults.
There is my heart hung up on his wall. Along with all the other hearts he has stolen. There it will sit forever as decoration — nothing more nothing less.
The flowers decorated the grave almost ornately. He kept his hands in his pockets, the wind blowing hard and blowing the pages of the bible as Father Mulcahy spoke. He didn’t bother to look in the hole; he knew what was in there. Or rather, who.
he decorated my body with kisses and made my face light up with smiles, just because i was crying
Strings of lights, tinsel, and mistletoe were hung in a flamboyant, almost gaudy fashion throughout my home. I’d always hated my parents’ decadence during Christmastime, but this year, it was a welcome sight after months away from home.
The room was plain. It was the only word to describe it. She never bothered to decorate, to make it look more like home. Home? It was never going to be home. She was trapped here. Useless and laid to waste. Fuck decorating. Fuck him for doing this to her.
Soldiers are decorated, so are homes. I decorated my dorm room at college this past year to the best of my ability, but sadly it didn’t raise as big of a fuss as soldiers and homeowners do about their decorations. Do decorations by definition make things better, or is it just a term for elaboration?
i just decorated my room, i love it, its blue and i think its just so relaxing, i always love to chill in my room because it makes me happy. my boyfriend has his room decorated with a bunch of stuff i gave him.
we are all decorated. an all mighty creator decorated us. shined, cleaned, and primped us. we are all furniture. no one like another, but unoriginal in a sense.
i wanted to decorate the house like we use to for christmas and halloween but ever since you have been gone holidays have not been the same. they probably will never be the same. change is good a thing though… i have to remember that.
overrated overpaid women and gay men with neckscarves and a lack of understanding of the world pink wallpaper and a show on hgtv
The decorated tapestries hung in the hallway, ready to be examined. They were extremely intricate with rich colors and covered almost like a verteran home from the war. He was decorated in badges as well.
i can’t wait until my house is decorated in Austin! Living with Hannah will be a dream. Lots of smoking pot, lots of studying (hopefully), and parties, parties, parties!
I was decorated with joy when you said you needed me. Bad mistake.
The walls were lined with brightly colored ribbons, and streamers were haphazardly strewn across the ceiling. The party-goers chatted and gawked as the birthday girl sauntered in, wearing a plastic crown her friends had forced on her head only moments ago.
“…Decorating?” Hibari blinks at Tsuna, who just smiled and held up some flowers.
“Yep~!”
Hibari lets out a small smile and lets out a small sigh.
“Fine.”
I had her entire body decorated with the small little incisions that were made with the collection of toothpicks, knives and loose teeth that I kept in my small bag. Now, for the full effect, it was time to light her up!
Decorated in flowers and circles, the girl in mourning was not a sight for sore eyes. Not a single thing clothed her, except the shame that held her face and stroked her hair, but that wasn’t satisfying, not at all.
I hope that when i die , people can describe my life this way, i’d very much like that.
To say it was decorated would be heresay. Queen Mandoline’s cake was adorned meticulously with sensuous flowers. The vivid blue and fuchsia hues infused the cake with an emotional character. The cake not only expressed the feeling of both love and fear but evoked the same feelings in those that looked upon it. Upon looking at this very cake, Mandoline began to cry remembering the childhood memories she had tucked away in her pockets.
My soul was decorated with the laces and trims of your love. They soon dropped away, and I was left with nothing.
the word is decorated. people decorate their house. people decorate their bodies. tattoos and piercings are decorations. I have neither. I barely wear any jewellry. I’m quite undecorated. I do however decorate my face with make up
I stepped into the room.. it was.. nice. Sort of. Looked more like a dungeon than a ballroom. But, I’d have to deal. There were millions of doors lining the walls… I opened one……
and a piecri
fish and textiles, jackets that have hanging beads and bracelets that cover the entirety of a thin wrist. a general. a lamp lit room.
He was decorated, extravagantly with medals he had found. In Goodwill stores across the country. The only battle he had ever served in was the battle of the television set remote. Took place every Saturday morning.