its so delicate!
she said as she looked at the gorgeous dress that hang in front of her. her friend agreed. its really cute!
but no way im paying that much, i complained and pointed at the price tag.
i am quite delicate, i find that i wish i was less so. my sister screamed at me in a restaurant the other day and i keep my cool but i was unbelievably embarrassed. it’s strange i suppose because we think of delicate things as being comforting…. but delicate people are not!
I took a bite of the mochi. It tasted delicate. Soon there was nothing more on my plate and I left the restaurant. Now, Iwasn’t hungry anymore. And I was one more thing: Lucky!
delicate things are pieces of shit. If they don’t last very long, why care about them? They’re like poor family members; you only notice them when they need something. Like money. And relatives who need money are just annoying.
I remember her touch on my face, I looked into her eyes and for the first time in a long time I let my impassive expression and cold pragmatism thaw. I wanted so desperately to connect, for someone else to know how hurt I was. I wanted her delicate touch to warm and heal me.
Das war tatsaechlich nicht einfach gewesen. Ein aeusserst delikates Problem, schwierig anzugehen, mit leicht beleidigten Parteien auf beiden seiten. Kein wirkliches problem fuer ihn ,nicht mit der richtigen vorbereitung. Schliesslich war er gut. Ach was, gut. er war der Beste. Sie hatten ihn schliesslich nicht umsonst geholt.
This delicate piece of shit had been sitting in my garage for damn near forty years. I wish that I could only get rid of it, but it’s a treasure from times past right? It’ll sit there until I die, I hate this, but it’s true, I’m a pack rat and I hate myself for it.
porceline doll. i know i didn’t spell that right. my friend was a porceline doll for halloween, but everyone thought she was dorothy, because my other friend and i were the tin man and the sarecrow.
she was as delicate as a bird in the ocean. if there were birds in the ocean more like a swn, but then again she was performing swan lake. she was skinny and the boy lifting her up had to be careful as if at any moment she could shatter intto a million peices
She is soft and doesn’t know that there is a great fat whale of a psychopathic killer shitting in her bushes while sketching her portrait. This one, he thinks, will be better than my last. She is so soft, so delicate.
I’m so happy to have my family, my friens, my boyfriend and a wonderful space to study and to lear about the people, the city, thye world and of the life. Really I hope to be in the Earth for much time and to can do all what I want.
There are tendrils of love cascading down your face. Delicate, tempting little tendrils slipping along. They draw me to you as inevitably as the sun draws the planets in loving embrace.
i can never be to sure what i want. there is always a small bit ambiguity to every choice i make. i wonder if anyone can be completely certain that any action they do is really what they wanted to do.
this makes me think if glass or flowers. something small that can easily be broken. you need to be careful with it, take care of it, love it, hold it,- but not too tight or it might break or you will lose it. something precious to you that you want to keep. be careful, please, be careful.
The glass flower was so delicate. It had ravishing beauty, and was the size of a lady bug. Embroidered on a dress it was one of many, but when it fell off it was one alone.
the glass turns out to break with the slightest touch. even the wind blowing across the rim sets off a high pitch whistle and then the crystal structure begins to fall apart,
There was just a certainty to it all. Soft, quiet perfect. It was gentle and wonderful in all it did, blowing so perfectly in the breeze. The feathery branches on its snowy top was all that could be wanted. The perfect, delicate dandelion.
he looked so delicate, they way the cracks in his wall were showing. I wanted to reach out to him to give him strength ,but was too facinated by how delicate he looked. It was like seeing a piece of art at work.
delicate is being fay with tiny lite teacups drinking away as u think other thoughts than what u say. U have small talk that bores u then go home ad tell ur friends about what was underneath the conversation.
I’ve already seen this word and i’m rather dissapointed. I would much rather see a new word but hey, we can’t all be winners can we? I think that writing is rather a delicate skill. Don’t you?
Well of course you’re not going to reply. You’re a white box that is slowly getting filled with text.
his lips parted half way before they approached mine own. i tried to imitate him in every way his lips moved and head tilted. except he had his eyes closed but mine were wide open, taking in everything: his hair, his hand motion, his delicate face. i inhaled his scent, a rather dusty and stale smell. not sweet smelling like how i imagined. we continued kissing.
crisscrossed lines on her delicate membrane made me purr in subliminal pleasure wrought of love , vengeance , treachery. Power flowed through as my spear of power struck repeatedly.
crisscrossed lines on her delicate membrane made me purr in subliminal pleasure wrought of love , vengeance , treachery. Power flowed through as my spear of power struck repeatedly.
the delicate flower was blown by the wind and lost all its petals. because of its delicacy, the petals spread throughout the world and landed upon every persons head. Each of thsoe people began growing flowers upon their heads, each of which were even more delicate than the original.
i love delicate small madelines. i think that sometimes the most delicate things are children. my heart is delicate wont you take care of me? chocolate was originally a myan delicacy. i love delicate little things like chine dolls. well no i don’t really do i?!
Breakable,handle with caution, important. great value. special.
its so delicate!
she said as she looked at the gorgeous dress that hang in front of her. her friend agreed. its really cute!
but no way im paying that much, i complained and pointed at the price tag.
i am quite delicate, i find that i wish i was less so. my sister screamed at me in a restaurant the other day and i keep my cool but i was unbelievably embarrassed. it’s strange i suppose because we think of delicate things as being comforting…. but delicate people are not!
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I took a bite of the mochi. It tasted delicate. Soon there was nothing more on my plate and I left the restaurant. Now, Iwasn’t hungry anymore. And I was one more thing: Lucky!
delicate things are pieces of shit. If they don’t last very long, why care about them? They’re like poor family members; you only notice them when they need something. Like money. And relatives who need money are just annoying.
I remember her touch on my face, I looked into her eyes and for the first time in a long time I let my impassive expression and cold pragmatism thaw. I wanted so desperately to connect, for someone else to know how hurt I was. I wanted her delicate touch to warm and heal me.
Das war tatsaechlich nicht einfach gewesen. Ein aeusserst delikates Problem, schwierig anzugehen, mit leicht beleidigten Parteien auf beiden seiten. Kein wirkliches problem fuer ihn ,nicht mit der richtigen vorbereitung. Schliesslich war er gut. Ach was, gut. er war der Beste. Sie hatten ihn schliesslich nicht umsonst geholt.
This delicate piece of shit had been sitting in my garage for damn near forty years. I wish that I could only get rid of it, but it’s a treasure from times past right? It’ll sit there until I die, I hate this, but it’s true, I’m a pack rat and I hate myself for it.
porceline doll. i know i didn’t spell that right. my friend was a porceline doll for halloween, but everyone thought she was dorothy, because my other friend and i were the tin man and the sarecrow.
delicate is the flowver in my hand i acidentily crushed in my fingers
love is delicate
yet it tears my my heart valves into pulpy shreds
like string cheese
now cheese is delicate
Lacy cobwebs breaking in the wind, forgotten love, tainted by society. Hopeless, ephemeral thoughts.
the life is like you see her
she was as delicate as a bird in the ocean. if there were birds in the ocean more like a swn, but then again she was performing swan lake. she was skinny and the boy lifting her up had to be careful as if at any moment she could shatter intto a million peices
She is soft and doesn’t know that there is a great fat whale of a psychopathic killer shitting in her bushes while sketching her portrait. This one, he thinks, will be better than my last. She is so soft, so delicate.
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I’m so happy to have my family, my friens, my boyfriend and a wonderful space to study and to lear about the people, the city, thye world and of the life. Really I hope to be in the Earth for much time and to can do all what I want.
sun kill people that is all i say lol rofl die life is not delicate
There are tendrils of love cascading down your face. Delicate, tempting little tendrils slipping along. They draw me to you as inevitably as the sun draws the planets in loving embrace.
want
i can never be to sure what i want. there is always a small bit ambiguity to every choice i make. i wonder if anyone can be completely certain that any action they do is really what they wanted to do.
this makes me think if glass or flowers. something small that can easily be broken. you need to be careful with it, take care of it, love it, hold it,- but not too tight or it might break or you will lose it. something precious to you that you want to keep. be careful, please, be careful.
The glass flower was so delicate. It had ravishing beauty, and was the size of a lady bug. Embroidered on a dress it was one of many, but when it fell off it was one alone.
The name of the girl behind the counter at the corner deli.
life
strange new feelings that intertwine with irregular heartbeats. a soft, new, gentle breeze and her hand holding mine in bliss. time to see her again.
the glass turns out to break with the slightest touch. even the wind blowing across the rim sets off a high pitch whistle and then the crystal structure begins to fall apart,
There was just a certainty to it all. Soft, quiet perfect. It was gentle and wonderful in all it did, blowing so perfectly in the breeze. The feathery branches on its snowy top was all that could be wanted. The perfect, delicate dandelion.
soft pillows; carrying my heart in your hands; our love
he looked so delicate, they way the cracks in his wall were showing. I wanted to reach out to him to give him strength ,but was too facinated by how delicate he looked. It was like seeing a piece of art at work.
delicate is being fay with tiny lite teacups drinking away as u think other thoughts than what u say. U have small talk that bores u then go home ad tell ur friends about what was underneath the conversation.
Delicate flower petals. Tiny, soft, thin fragile
I’ve already seen this word and i’m rather dissapointed. I would much rather see a new word but hey, we can’t all be winners can we? I think that writing is rather a delicate skill. Don’t you?
Well of course you’re not going to reply. You’re a white box that is slowly getting filled with text.
his lips parted half way before they approached mine own. i tried to imitate him in every way his lips moved and head tilted. except he had his eyes closed but mine were wide open, taking in everything: his hair, his hand motion, his delicate face. i inhaled his scent, a rather dusty and stale smell. not sweet smelling like how i imagined. we continued kissing.
crisscrossed lines on her delicate membrane made me purr in subliminal pleasure wrought of love , vengeance , treachery. Power flowed through as my spear of power struck repeatedly.
MY HEART…
crisscrossed lines on her delicate membrane made me purr in subliminal pleasure wrought of love , vengeance , treachery. Power flowed through as my spear of power struck repeatedly.
the delicate flower was blown by the wind and lost all its petals. because of its delicacy, the petals spread throughout the world and landed upon every persons head. Each of thsoe people began growing flowers upon their heads, each of which were even more delicate than the original.
Delicate, delicate?
I think you are mistaken my dear sir. I am anything but delicate. I am a steel ship, an iron trap, a moutain to your delicate.
Delicate? Me?
Pish Posh.
i love delicate small madelines. i think that sometimes the most delicate things are children. my heart is delicate wont you take care of me? chocolate was originally a myan delicacy. i love delicate little things like chine dolls. well no i don’t really do i?!
i miss my job at mothercare. i miss my family.