The delicate flower was being withered in the storm. Its smooth petals were falling all around, and its delicacy was its weakest point. The storm was rushing in, and no one could save the flower. The lavender color added to its delicacy.
Delicacy can mean many things. Food can be a delicacy. Flowers can be delicate. I am not delicate, though my left arm seems to be because I KEEP BREAKING IT! Grr! Stupid arm! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
a flower unlike any other i have ever seen is placed before me in a vase on the table. i wonder about her as i see all the children passing outside. where is she? the sun is rising and it is a new day.
you are as delicate as the roses you bought me for valentines day. Soft, and complex, yet so delicate and fragile. You have a soft delicate beauty, that seeps through your veins, your thoughts, your soul. You are my delicacy, my everlasting love.
The delicate flower I hold in my hand is possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It brings me great joy to hold this, let’s be frank, artwork and to be able to gaze upon to my heart’s content. I have never been so happy as I am now, simply holding this delicate little flower.
the delicate setting on the washer confuses me…. how can clothes be considered delicate when there are things in this world like spider webs and sunsets… clothes aren’t delicate
The best things in life are delicate and fragile. We live to receive something delicate from a loved one or family member. Something like a flower, or a dainty piece of jewelry, I believe can be delicate.
Delicate, like the touch of your loved one. The grace of a beautiful woman. Kristen, my love sitting right next to me. Strong as steel but delicate as a flower and every bit and more as beautiful. Not fragile or weak but compassionate and heartfelt.
She was delicate. The whole look about her, her fragile bones, the thin blonde hair. Everything that she was seemed to be so fragile, so gossamer, so breakeable. I had to protect her from being broken…
let’s take
that cycle round
the block
perambulating fever
feverish bookends
to the day’s
crash & burn
ambiguous felines
down the alleys
casual chat
& bloom
we do the this &
then we do the
that
aspiring as a baby
boy does his
anvil chase
we’ll find the newborns
in the latter
the moist anagrams
of postulant fervor
while invention
o, invention,
o, mighty invention
brings us
safely
irreverently
ambitiously
to
snug
harbor.
your eyelashes are. curled just like…that. just brown enough to be seen, long enough to tickle my cheeck before our faces even touch. the look on your face was. but i’m scared to hold something so delicate.
My delicate fingers skimmed over the smooth silky satin material draped over my lithe form, and I took a deep breath. It was time. After adjusting the white delicate dress properly, I linked arms with my Father, and began my descend down the aisle.
There was a time this was true for me. Each breath would threaten to break the spine. Now I am sacks of slung fat round my frame; I have not delicacy any more.
How delicate your fingers
When they touched my life’s thread.
When they closed around that knife
that would settle my end.
The fear in your eyes was nothing but a beauty mistake
You were perfect
And your lips bibbering were the movement I nedded
to scream.
To scream because the beauty was too much.
She hates it, and I think in some ways I must hate it too. Because it’s not enough to be delicate, you have to also be fragile, and that’s something Kimmy never was.
Despite the fact that she was once so strong and able, so ready to face the world (and roundhouse kick it, in the face), the girl that sat before me now, hairless and pale, was no longer so able.
slippery and shiny parcel folds and raspberry juices plus a very uniform place to put your envelopes and your clothes that are warm and fuzzy. dog. and smurfs lots of them.
slippery and shiny parcel folds and raspberry juices plus a very uniform place to put your envelopes and your clothes that are warm and fuzzy. dog. and smurfs lots of them.
If my ring and middle fingers weren’t double jointed and bent and ugly, my hands might be delicate. Yet
they are also cracked and dry, no moisturizer.
Scabbed, weary, long.
The skin at the joints is wrinkled and scarred.
Big, wide, broad; more manly than delicate, but.
The delicate state of my head this morning is in direct relation to the amount of sparkling wine consumed last night. I know fizzy wine does this so why do I drink it? Because it’s GORGEOUS of course and life is too short to worry about a bit of liver failure.
the delicate pattern on the wall was ruined by the spatter of paint. no, cried the distraught mother, that was designer! the young boy looked up at his mother puzzled why she did not like the picture he had made for her. mummy not like, he asked, but this was too much for her. she raised her hand and slapped him accross his innocent face
fragility permeates the air
like a breath
my chest rises and falls
bones, muscles, tissues working together
in out
life – it hangs precariously in the balance
every time i see a soft breeze of air coming from my window, i feel Delicate.
every time i see myself in mirror and say to myself soft is really a delicate word and that is suited to me
I’m not sure what delicate even means it means not too strong it means soft i think of flowers babies thuings that shouldn’t be touched too hard. delicate. delightful. delicate and soft like the noise a cat makes when they wsalk. none. soft so so so so so soft i can’t think of whate else to write about delicate other than i am not delicate but very strong. i hate delicate things. especially delicate feelings. i hate delicate boys.
Frail flowers are very delicate. I think that I should be careful with them. Meadows are beautiful at national parks, but it’s important that we don’t tramp all over the beautiful landscape of wild-flowers. Many park-goers disregard the reality that these wild places are disappearing and destroy the delicate nature. Nature is very delicate and we need to preserve it for future generations.
I think of frail. Fragile or precarious is close, but it doesn’t strike me as necessaily weak.
The delicate flower was being withered in the storm. Its smooth petals were falling all around, and its delicacy was its weakest point. The storm was rushing in, and no one could save the flower. The lavender color added to its delicacy.
Delicacy can mean many things. Food can be a delicacy. Flowers can be delicate. I am not delicate, though my left arm seems to be because I KEEP BREAKING IT! Grr! Stupid arm! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
This is a delicate situation here. I don’t think that if it were not delicate, it wouldn’t effect this delicate situation… but you must be delicate
delicate
A flower is delicate, with little petals dangling off the stem. Valentines day. Roses. Pink red, delicate white. LOVE. Teddy bears, red bow ties…
a flower unlike any other i have ever seen is placed before me in a vase on the table. i wonder about her as i see all the children passing outside. where is she? the sun is rising and it is a new day.
you are as delicate as the roses you bought me for valentines day. Soft, and complex, yet so delicate and fragile. You have a soft delicate beauty, that seeps through your veins, your thoughts, your soul. You are my delicacy, my everlasting love.
The delicate flower I hold in my hand is possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It brings me great joy to hold this, let’s be frank, artwork and to be able to gaze upon to my heart’s content. I have never been so happy as I am now, simply holding this delicate little flower.
the delicate setting on the washer confuses me…. how can clothes be considered delicate when there are things in this world like spider webs and sunsets… clothes aren’t delicate
spiders webs, maybe little dying people’s fingers? Something beautiful but kind of pointless, like a very very old painting. meh meh meh
The best things in life are delicate and fragile. We live to receive something delicate from a loved one or family member. Something like a flower, or a dainty piece of jewelry, I believe can be delicate.
Delicate, like the touch of your loved one. The grace of a beautiful woman. Kristen, my love sitting right next to me. Strong as steel but delicate as a flower and every bit and more as beautiful. Not fragile or weak but compassionate and heartfelt.
Fragile but nicely crafted things. Beautiful to watch and touch but so hard to keep intact.
Please dont break it!
sweet, fragile, flower, girl, white, light, dancing in a dress, barefoot,
She was delicate. The whole look about her, her fragile bones, the thin blonde hair. Everything that she was seemed to be so fragile, so gossamer, so breakeable. I had to protect her from being broken…
Her delicate petals hang softly in the summer air. Crimson and white she is a queen in her prime.
let’s take
that cycle round
the block
perambulating fever
feverish bookends
to the day’s
crash & burn
ambiguous felines
down the alleys
casual chat
& bloom
we do the this &
then we do the
that
aspiring as a baby
boy does his
anvil chase
we’ll find the newborns
in the latter
the moist anagrams
of postulant fervor
while invention
o, invention,
o, mighty invention
brings us
safely
irreverently
ambitiously
to
snug
harbor.
Your teeth
Her heart in between
Delicate
Knuckles curve, they are scared
White
As you grin.
your eyelashes are. curled just like…that. just brown enough to be seen, long enough to tickle my cheeck before our faces even touch. the look on your face was. but i’m scared to hold something so delicate.
My delicate fingers skimmed over the smooth silky satin material draped over my lithe form, and I took a deep breath. It was time. After adjusting the white delicate dress properly, I linked arms with my Father, and began my descend down the aisle.
There was a time this was true for me. Each breath would threaten to break the spine. Now I am sacks of slung fat round my frame; I have not delicacy any more.
How delicate your fingers
When they touched my life’s thread.
When they closed around that knife
that would settle my end.
The fear in your eyes was nothing but a beauty mistake
You were perfect
And your lips bibbering were the movement I nedded
to scream.
To scream because the beauty was too much.
her skin was delicate, fragile, that old woman skin that appears to be translucent.
the rip the knife caused opened it up like tissue paper. the blood welled for a moment, then poured out with real purpose.
this was the delight he found in old ladies.. the scent of their skin, the purity of their cries of fear, the destruction of their being.
it made him god.
Her fingers are like feathers.
She hates it, and I think in some ways I must hate it too. Because it’s not enough to be delicate, you have to also be fragile, and that’s something Kimmy never was.
Despite the fact that she was once so strong and able, so ready to face the world (and roundhouse kick it, in the face), the girl that sat before me now, hairless and pale, was no longer so able.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
slippery and shiny parcel folds and raspberry juices plus a very uniform place to put your envelopes and your clothes that are warm and fuzzy. dog. and smurfs lots of them.
slippery and shiny parcel folds and raspberry juices plus a very uniform place to put your envelopes and your clothes that are warm and fuzzy. dog. and smurfs lots of them.
On this Week PORNHUB HORSE RACING PINKWORLD
If my ring and middle fingers weren’t double jointed and bent and ugly, my hands might be delicate. Yet
they are also cracked and dry, no moisturizer.
Scabbed, weary, long.
The skin at the joints is wrinkled and scarred.
Big, wide, broad; more manly than delicate, but.
a flower is delicate. like a butterfly, and the wings itself are so delicate it is so easy to break. love is delicate, along with human feelings.
dont really get this
but im writing anyway
im using stumble upon
and i found this
nice nice
hiyaaa
lets all look at the meaning of life shall we?
hiya rachy
My heart is delicate like a fine flower. It can grow into something so very beautiful but it must be handled with care.
The delicate state of my head this morning is in direct relation to the amount of sparkling wine consumed last night. I know fizzy wine does this so why do I drink it? Because it’s GORGEOUS of course and life is too short to worry about a bit of liver failure.
the delicate pattern on the wall was ruined by the spatter of paint. no, cried the distraught mother, that was designer! the young boy looked up at his mother puzzled why she did not like the picture he had made for her. mummy not like, he asked, but this was too much for her. she raised her hand and slapped him accross his innocent face
fragility permeates the air
like a breath
my chest rises and falls
bones, muscles, tissues working together
in out
life – it hangs precariously in the balance
every time i see a soft breeze of air coming from my window, i feel Delicate.
every time i see myself in mirror and say to myself soft is really a delicate word and that is suited to me
I’m not sure what delicate even means it means not too strong it means soft i think of flowers babies thuings that shouldn’t be touched too hard. delicate. delightful. delicate and soft like the noise a cat makes when they wsalk. none. soft so so so so so soft i can’t think of whate else to write about delicate other than i am not delicate but very strong. i hate delicate things. especially delicate feelings. i hate delicate boys.
Frail flowers are very delicate. I think that I should be careful with them. Meadows are beautiful at national parks, but it’s important that we don’t tramp all over the beautiful landscape of wild-flowers. Many park-goers disregard the reality that these wild places are disappearing and destroy the delicate nature. Nature is very delicate and we need to preserve it for future generations.
Sind Momente die ich mit meinem Freund erleben darf. Aber auch manche Momente, in denen es besser w
serena loved the butterflies, the delicate manner in which they flapped their wings. So delicate that they turned to powder in her fingers