The dark crimson blood stained the battlefield, giving the landscape a much more decorative look. The color was a nice contrast to the grey skies; if only art didn’t come at such a price.
I decorated my room. I wanted it to reflect the kind of person I am. Lots of designs, swirls. I wish I could decorate things with my own creativity, but alas, I am confined only to words to express myself.
my house is decorated like some kind of slaughterous pig lives within. slaughterous may not be a word, but decorated surely is. like my blazer and its medals for killing scum sucking cops. also i find that sometimes it’s rather nice to walk about in my decorated blazer, laughing away at the self righteous slime that follows my every move.
The cake was wonderfully decorated with pearl accents, bride and groom figures at the top, pink ribbons of frosting, and pink edible flowers along the sides.
The hall was quaintly decorated. Perhaps quaint wasn’t the best word, rather, she was thinking unique. It made her wonder exactly who these people were and what they intended to do. Just as her mind was settling, she was brought before a calm-looking man sporting a silken top hat.
The house was still decorated with those plain white Christmas lights.. and it was the middle of July. None of the hillbillies inside could find the time to come outside and pull them down.. what’s with the laziness? No one else on this street has that; I mean, come on! We live in a SUBURB.
She had decorated herself in layers of beautiful clothing and jewelry. Gilded necklaces with gleaming stones attached, and only the most expensive rings were allowed on her hand.
She walked into the gathering with her husband. They looked like a perfect pair, but if only others were able to see their home life: distant.
Their house was always silent and cold. Not a word of affection spoken to one another, and they rarely showed physical affection towards the other.
Jewelry. It’s usually given as a sign of affection. But she knew it was a lie, and she wore it well.
There are many ways to decorate and be decorated. Colin Powell, decorated. Neil Patrick Harris, loves to decorate. We decorate our trees. The trees decorate the landscape.
The hall was decorated in a particularly quaint manner. This strange place was certainly… the most unique location she had ever seen. She wondered exactly who these people were and what they were doing as she was brought before a man sporting a tall, silken top hat.
You decorated my life, and I decorated my room. You inspired me to decorate my room. I’m not making any sense at all..but just so you know..you decorated me…hahahahaha..
dorm rooms aren’t really even allowed to be decorated. I mean they are but what if your roommate doesn’t agree? and what if she is the one who makes something terrible of the room. I mean do I really want to be sleeping next to a million pictures of her bf starring at me? No, but I don’t think she wants to be looking at H duff either.
I decorated my room once with my parents it was fun. I liked creating a stippling effect on my wallpaper using a sponge. My wee bro decorated his room once. He painted half his room dark blue. It looked horrible.
His stare was a decorated one inflicting hate in a way I new only Mason could. If I didn’t know better I’d say he was burning inside, shouting although his voice was kept as level as his gaze when he said, “You two had it all Melanie, and you let Logan give it away.”
I decorated the room from ceiling to floor with nothing but a bucket of paint and a paint brush. The paint was blood red, but when splashed against the wall, it brought the room to such vivid life and prosperity. I painted birds and trees and books open and ships emerging from the books like a movie film.
This is an important word at Christmas as many people celebrate with a Christmas tree. And decorating is the way to celebrate. Many family traditions are centered around decorating trees,stringing lights throughout the house and otherwise making everything bright and shiny.
Maybe to cover up the sorrow that will always acoompany a “family” holiday!
christmas had always been our favorite season; all the bright lights and decorations brightened our spirits and gave us some time to bond that we otherwise wouldn’t have. this year we had promised eachother to get the biggest tree we could find, and oh, we did, and it almost didnt fit in our living room. it took us around an hour to decorate, mostly because we kept stalling to fool around, and then when we were finished we turned all the lights in the house out and sat snuggled up on the couch admiring our work.
Their prom was decorated to look like a cross between a jungle and a rain forest. Not the most cohesive of ideas but creative and they did it well. The gymnasium was unrecognizable. No one at their school had ever created such a transformation before.
He was a hailed citizen of his country. Decorated for his achievements, both in and out of war. It was not just shiny bits of metal and fancy pieces of paper, but the scars on his face that showed it.
It was decorated rich as a crabapple tree in springtime. The khaki freak had allowed some actual color into her living room, and it looked damned good, though she wasn’t about to tell her mother she’d done a good job.
Gaudy gilt and ornamented frame, this flamboyant sentence shall be adorned with all manner of decorative speech and ungainly flowery prose befitting a queen.
I decorated my bedroom with purple curtains and golden bedding. As my dreary eyes fell to sleep, my lips curled into a smile. The gold and purple decor oozed of royalty.
When I was four years old I helped my mother decorate our huge and extravagant Christmas tree. I kept dropping all the ornaments but somehow my mom continued to allow me to assist her. Although she probably shouldn’t have, I couldn’t have been more alive inside and genuinely happy because of it. Family is the best.
A bedroom, which I dreamed up, or the fat lady who kept me on her lap, and was going to eat me – I would’ve been happy as clams. You know, before people eat them.
The tree is decorated with strings of lights and tinsel, dancing with colored glass balls and candy canes. Sparkling presents wait beneath for the excited tiny hands that will tear into them come morning. The whole house holds its breath in anticipation.
The bracelet was decorated with tiny charms: a key and lock, a heart, a circular watch. They all meant something more than what they were. He knew it, and I knew it. Our secret.
there were many thick vines of bright purple grapes decorated with the morning’s dew. she wondered how many mornings he had spent there without her. and how long it would be before they spent another morning together. here heart ached with the knowledge that it may only be his decorated military reputation would survive in her memory instead of in her arms.
I hated the way my livingroom looked so decided to redecorate. I took out the old fireplace and windows. I replaced the fireplace with a potbelly stove.
It wasn’t too long ago that I decorated this room. I added the curtains, the gorgeous dining room table, the wonderful lamp on the side. Everything was my idea.
The dark crimson blood stained the battlefield, giving the landscape a much more decorative look. The color was a nice contrast to the grey skies; if only art didn’t come at such a price.
My parents did all the decorating. I hate doing that stuff. But once it was done, what a great feeling it was, to have a decorated room.
I decorated my room. I wanted it to reflect the kind of person I am. Lots of designs, swirls. I wish I could decorate things with my own creativity, but alas, I am confined only to words to express myself.
You decorated the hook and baited me with your looks
Caught me by the heart, and tore me apart
my house is decorated like some kind of slaughterous pig lives within. slaughterous may not be a word, but decorated surely is. like my blazer and its medals for killing scum sucking cops. also i find that sometimes it’s rather nice to walk about in my decorated blazer, laughing away at the self righteous slime that follows my every move.
He was the most decorated soldier of his time. The war had been fought and the battle won. He was finally coming home.
The cake was wonderfully decorated with pearl accents, bride and groom figures at the top, pink ribbons of frosting, and pink edible flowers along the sides.
She decorated her room with old bottles, feathers she found, and pine cones from the woods. Weird but pretty.
The girl decorated her lilac colored walls with the bright floral patterns. She smiled successfully and took a good look around.
The hall was quaintly decorated. Perhaps quaint wasn’t the best word, rather, she was thinking unique. It made her wonder exactly who these people were and what they intended to do. Just as her mind was settling, she was brought before a calm-looking man sporting a silken top hat.
The house was still decorated with those plain white Christmas lights.. and it was the middle of July. None of the hillbillies inside could find the time to come outside and pull them down.. what’s with the laziness? No one else on this street has that; I mean, come on! We live in a SUBURB.
She had decorated herself in layers of beautiful clothing and jewelry. Gilded necklaces with gleaming stones attached, and only the most expensive rings were allowed on her hand.
She walked into the gathering with her husband. They looked like a perfect pair, but if only others were able to see their home life: distant.
Their house was always silent and cold. Not a word of affection spoken to one another, and they rarely showed physical affection towards the other.
Jewelry. It’s usually given as a sign of affection. But she knew it was a lie, and she wore it well.
There are many ways to decorate and be decorated. Colin Powell, decorated. Neil Patrick Harris, loves to decorate. We decorate our trees. The trees decorate the landscape.
The girl was decorated with jewelery even though she had to be only 18 years old. Boyfriend gave all of it to her for past anniversaries.
The hall was decorated in a particularly quaint manner. This strange place was certainly… the most unique location she had ever seen. She wondered exactly who these people were and what they were doing as she was brought before a man sporting a tall, silken top hat.
You decorated my life, and I decorated my room. You inspired me to decorate my room. I’m not making any sense at all..but just so you know..you decorated me…hahahahaha..
dorm rooms aren’t really even allowed to be decorated. I mean they are but what if your roommate doesn’t agree? and what if she is the one who makes something terrible of the room. I mean do I really want to be sleeping next to a million pictures of her bf starring at me? No, but I don’t think she wants to be looking at H duff either.
She decorated her apartment with the fresh smell of death. Oh what a smell it was. When one did smell it, they were at ease with their own life.
I decorated my room once with my parents it was fun. I liked creating a stippling effect on my wallpaper using a sponge. My wee bro decorated his room once. He painted half his room dark blue. It looked horrible.
I want to decorate my room so that its decorated but my rooms not decorated so I’m going to have to decorated it later!
His stare was a decorated one inflicting hate in a way I new only Mason could. If I didn’t know better I’d say he was burning inside, shouting although his voice was kept as level as his gaze when he said, “You two had it all Melanie, and you let Logan give it away.”
I decorated the room from ceiling to floor with nothing but a bucket of paint and a paint brush. The paint was blood red, but when splashed against the wall, it brought the room to such vivid life and prosperity. I painted birds and trees and books open and ships emerging from the books like a movie film.
I decorated a christmas tree with my girlfriend.It was our own.one month later I proposed in front of that tree.
christmas lights,home furnishing,christmas ornaments decorated the christmas tree
This is an important word at Christmas as many people celebrate with a Christmas tree. And decorating is the way to celebrate. Many family traditions are centered around decorating trees,stringing lights throughout the house and otherwise making everything bright and shiny.
Maybe to cover up the sorrow that will always acoompany a “family” holiday!
christmas had always been our favorite season; all the bright lights and decorations brightened our spirits and gave us some time to bond that we otherwise wouldn’t have. this year we had promised eachother to get the biggest tree we could find, and oh, we did, and it almost didnt fit in our living room. it took us around an hour to decorate, mostly because we kept stalling to fool around, and then when we were finished we turned all the lights in the house out and sat snuggled up on the couch admiring our work.
Their prom was decorated to look like a cross between a jungle and a rain forest. Not the most cohesive of ideas but creative and they did it well. The gymnasium was unrecognizable. No one at their school had ever created such a transformation before.
He was a hailed citizen of his country. Decorated for his achievements, both in and out of war. It was not just shiny bits of metal and fancy pieces of paper, but the scars on his face that showed it.
It was decorated rich as a crabapple tree in springtime. The khaki freak had allowed some actual color into her living room, and it looked damned good, though she wasn’t about to tell her mother she’d done a good job.
Gaudy gilt and ornamented frame, this flamboyant sentence shall be adorned with all manner of decorative speech and ungainly flowery prose befitting a queen.
I decorated my bedroom with purple curtains and golden bedding. As my dreary eyes fell to sleep, my lips curled into a smile. The gold and purple decor oozed of royalty.
When I was four years old I helped my mother decorate our huge and extravagant Christmas tree. I kept dropping all the ornaments but somehow my mom continued to allow me to assist her. Although she probably shouldn’t have, I couldn’t have been more alive inside and genuinely happy because of it. Family is the best.
Decorating isn’t as important as people make it out to be. A lot of time is consumed on the astetics rather than function.
When I was around 3 or 4 years old and we were still living in Madison, CT, I helped my mom set up christmas decorations. I rememeber that I kepts
A bedroom, which I dreamed up, or the fat lady who kept me on her lap, and was going to eat me – I would’ve been happy as clams. You know, before people eat them.
The tree is decorated with strings of lights and tinsel, dancing with colored glass balls and candy canes. Sparkling presents wait beneath for the excited tiny hands that will tear into them come morning. The whole house holds its breath in anticipation.
The bracelet was decorated with tiny charms: a key and lock, a heart, a circular watch. They all meant something more than what they were. He knew it, and I knew it. Our secret.
there were many thick vines of bright purple grapes decorated with the morning’s dew. she wondered how many mornings he had spent there without her. and how long it would be before they spent another morning together. here heart ached with the knowledge that it may only be his decorated military reputation would survive in her memory instead of in her arms.
I hated the way my livingroom looked so decided to redecorate. I took out the old fireplace and windows. I replaced the fireplace with a potbelly stove.
It wasn’t too long ago that I decorated this room. I added the curtains, the gorgeous dining room table, the wonderful lamp on the side. Everything was my idea.