Listen, what? O delight the light the heat the hot pop of poppy pods! Don’t they just fling themselves into the future, there’s no stopping them now. My neighbour will be picking them out of his teeth next summer, those bright bits of colour mucking up his perfect lawn.
i am taking much delight right now in the fact that all the little shitheads have school tomorrow, but i, do not. pardon my gloats, but it’s kind of a good feeling. though extremely melancholy at the same time… and i can’t even sleep in and enjoy it because i have driving school tomorrow. i wish i could eat some turkish delight right now.
Something you feel when everything is going your way and you just want to jump and sing! Usually has something to do with your partner, life ambition, money, love, food, drink, or just a general awasome feeling!
The word “delight” always makes me think of a girl happily clapping her hands at some pleasant thought or occasion. It’s a bright word. Just reading it makes me a little happier.
afternoon delight like the song from anchorman
delightful
turkish delight from the chronicles of narnia
delight rhymes with a lot of stuff
good
tasty
scrumptious
I am so damn delighted that my boyfriend is finally coming home from his camping trip and I cannot wait for his beautiful presence to fill my atmosphere. i miss him dearly even if it has only been a few days. I love him and he is so delightful.
If it wasn’t for delight we’d all be dead,
The most simple of needs and desires.
Delight can be as smimple as seeing the moon.
I like my delight in the afternoon.
lemons
licoriche
delight is not a food
it is a feeling
happiness
joy
attract
everything that makes you feel blissful is delight
delight is the opposite of disgust
and nastiness
everyone like delight
its delightful
delight could be something you enjoy
like family members
of an activity
delight and delicious are similar.
intense pleaseure laughing with wide open excitemnt. Never knowing how it will sound. Giggling gurguling gasping. I know it’s too late, but instead I let the fleeting mania overtake my sadness. Delight
I would be delighted to attend your funeral. How fortunate that I had today off. And that I had this dress ready. You are most kind. Shall we say, eight? All right, I’ll see you there. I’ll be the one with the cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.
Delight. Ganz leicht und licht schwebt es da oben dahin. Genussvoll auf einer Wolke sitzend, nein, nicht Harfe spielend und auch nicht sitzend, es spiegelt sich stattdessen im Sonnenlicht und …
i would be delighted to look into those eyes
if they didn’t see right through me
if they didn’t come at the wrong time
and look like a deep ocean of blue
pulling me in the undertow and drowning me.
Delight reminds me of Turkish delight, which are a kind of pastry that we used to buy when we were in Ankara, back in 2004. There was a big market. And also a man who sold pop corn.
Joy. A happy feeling that gets into your veins and feels like a rush, a cool air. Like dancing on clouds barefoot. Ballerina-light happiness. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Delight.
One day.. I died. It was because my dad threw his fist in my face. I’m blonde. I’m brunette. My hair is sometimes too red. I died it black yesterday. I hope you sing forever.
afternoon delight is my dad’s favorite song, which reminds me of anchorman which reminds me of will ferrall which reminds me that i just watched the movie “the other guys” on a pirated movie site and it was pretty good. (but i didnt mean to watch it illegally, I dont pirate movies.)
The caramel oozed out of the square and hit my taste buds full force. Eyes rolled back in ecstasy, I couldn’t help but moan. I couldn’t get enough of these.
Delight can be conceived in so many ways…and its kind of contradictory that when you separate it, it’s de-light, as in take light out of the situation, even though the definition of delight is similar to happiness.
I took a bite of the heaping Parfait. My taste buds danced in delight, craving just one more- just one more!- bite. I indulged them, only because my heart cried out for such fruitful beauty as well.
Delight, first thing that pops into my head, is that shitty ass yogurt. I bought it once because it was supposed to be delightful, but it was really just ass in a cup. I think I got the chocolate mousse with raspberry yogurt. Sounds good, right? Nope. Nasty shit. I finished the cup and was like damn. Now I have five more of these sitting in my fridge, and I sure as hell am not going to eat them. Waste of money. Delightful.
I delight in sunshine, Jack’s smile, colorful flowers, the sound of the ocean. I delight in chocolate and other yummy foods, I delight in long days and starry nights.
delighted by you. delight in a child’s eyes because he is the one and he is loved and he is hugged and there is delight, there is so much delight. he has been made from the hands of god, crafted, perfected, and he’s young but he won’t be forever.
Delight. As in De-light. That’s what she thought, though it was completely wrong. No light, no spark, beam or ray. She believed her life was missing that, and she was well on her way to finding out why.
Oh how i wonder when i slumber with delight I drink the beer and then I steer this conversation to the right, i love some cookies and some beer, my head is filled with cheer, well fuck me im out of time.
It laughed with delight. “Isn’t she much more pretty now? I just put a little lipstick here and there…and some eyeshadow over here.” Its uneven, differently colored eyes narrowed at me, and its smile widened to show yellow sharpened teeth.
The delight of knowing you, wanting you. Of chocolate ice cream, flowers, blue jays, ostriches, tullips, buttercups, daugters, poetry, long novels, stars and distant worlds. All for you. All for me.
Oh, it was not a delight to come home to this…
Well, to come HOME would not really be the right phrase. All that was left of the house was a pile of ashes, and the Thompson family had no idea what to think, much less what to say.
“Well,” said Darcy, “Knock knock?”
There is nothing I can imagine outside of this moment. The sun shining brightly, warming my skin and twinkling in the air.
Tempest
Storm
Sleep
Bask
Sunlight
Birdsong
Quiet
Sing
Laugh
Dance.
Listen, what? O delight the light the heat the hot pop of poppy pods! Don’t they just fling themselves into the future, there’s no stopping them now. My neighbour will be picking them out of his teeth next summer, those bright bits of colour mucking up his perfect lawn.
joy. face shining. sunny. what happens when a child get’s candy. a toddler squealing. girl scout cookies. light on the face. hippy?
i am taking much delight right now in the fact that all the little shitheads have school tomorrow, but i, do not. pardon my gloats, but it’s kind of a good feeling. though extremely melancholy at the same time… and i can’t even sleep in and enjoy it because i have driving school tomorrow. i wish i could eat some turkish delight right now.
Something you feel when everything is going your way and you just want to jump and sing! Usually has something to do with your partner, life ambition, money, love, food, drink, or just a general awasome feeling!
The word “delight” always makes me think of a girl happily clapping her hands at some pleasant thought or occasion. It’s a bright word. Just reading it makes me a little happier.
You were once my delight and my joy. Then you broke me. Now my delight is no more and I just don’t want you to make me happy.
wonderousness like melted chocolate. mmmm chocolate…. and bunnies and kittens and all that jazz. Ooo and bubbles, they rock. ANGEL DELIGHT!!
The sun on my face, warming my skin and my insides. How can i forget? It’s so simple.
afternoon delight like the song from anchorman
delightful
turkish delight from the chronicles of narnia
delight rhymes with a lot of stuff
good
tasty
scrumptious
I am so damn delighted that my boyfriend is finally coming home from his camping trip and I cannot wait for his beautiful presence to fill my atmosphere. i miss him dearly even if it has only been a few days. I love him and he is so delightful.
If it wasn’t for delight we’d all be dead,
The most simple of needs and desires.
Delight can be as smimple as seeing the moon.
I like my delight in the afternoon.
You make me happy.
Your embrace, your smile, your energy.
All of it envelopes me and I am satisfied.
Until I realize that you don’t exist.
delight is a the light of morning, the sunshine on your skin, a lovers kiss, a childs love. We delight in all of these simple things.
lemons
licoriche
delight is not a food
it is a feeling
happiness
joy
attract
everything that makes you feel blissful is delight
delight is the opposite of disgust
and nastiness
everyone like delight
its delightful
delight could be something you enjoy
like family members
of an activity
delight and delicious are similar.
intense pleaseure laughing with wide open excitemnt. Never knowing how it will sound. Giggling gurguling gasping. I know it’s too late, but instead I let the fleeting mania overtake my sadness. Delight
I would be delighted to attend your funeral. How fortunate that I had today off. And that I had this dress ready. You are most kind. Shall we say, eight? All right, I’ll see you there. I’ll be the one with the cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.
afternoon delight looking for a way out of this bright light midnight flight in the darkness of the night
Delight. Ganz leicht und licht schwebt es da oben dahin. Genussvoll auf einer Wolke sitzend, nein, nicht Harfe spielend und auch nicht sitzend, es spiegelt sich stattdessen im Sonnenlicht und …
i would be delighted to look into those eyes
if they didn’t see right through me
if they didn’t come at the wrong time
and look like a deep ocean of blue
pulling me in the undertow and drowning me.
Delight reminds me of Turkish delight, which are a kind of pastry that we used to buy when we were in Ankara, back in 2004. There was a big market. And also a man who sold pop corn.
Joy. A happy feeling that gets into your veins and feels like a rush, a cool air. Like dancing on clouds barefoot. Ballerina-light happiness. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Delight.
Afternoon delight is my dad’s favorite song, but only because it reminds him of his teen days and the 70’s.
I find it odd that i take a strange delight in this. But then I wonder if that’s what makes me who I am.
One day.. I died. It was because my dad threw his fist in my face. I’m blonde. I’m brunette. My hair is sometimes too red. I died it black yesterday. I hope you sing forever.
afternoon delight is my dad’s favorite song, which reminds me of anchorman which reminds me of will ferrall which reminds me that i just watched the movie “the other guys” on a pirated movie site and it was pretty good. (but i didnt mean to watch it illegally, I dont pirate movies.)
The caramel oozed out of the square and hit my taste buds full force. Eyes rolled back in ecstasy, I couldn’t help but moan. I couldn’t get enough of these.
Delight can be conceived in so many ways…and its kind of contradictory that when you separate it, it’s de-light, as in take light out of the situation, even though the definition of delight is similar to happiness.
I took a bite of the heaping Parfait. My taste buds danced in delight, craving just one more- just one more!- bite. I indulged them, only because my heart cried out for such fruitful beauty as well.
Delight, first thing that pops into my head, is that shitty ass yogurt. I bought it once because it was supposed to be delightful, but it was really just ass in a cup. I think I got the chocolate mousse with raspberry yogurt. Sounds good, right? Nope. Nasty shit. I finished the cup and was like damn. Now I have five more of these sitting in my fridge, and I sure as hell am not going to eat them. Waste of money. Delightful.
I delight in sunshine, Jack’s smile, colorful flowers, the sound of the ocean. I delight in chocolate and other yummy foods, I delight in long days and starry nights.
delighted by you. delight in a child’s eyes because he is the one and he is loved and he is hugged and there is delight, there is so much delight. he has been made from the hands of god, crafted, perfected, and he’s young but he won’t be forever.
Delight. As in De-light. That’s what she thought, though it was completely wrong. No light, no spark, beam or ray. She believed her life was missing that, and she was well on her way to finding out why.
Oh how i wonder when i slumber with delight I drink the beer and then I steer this conversation to the right, i love some cookies and some beer, my head is filled with cheer, well fuck me im out of time.
i delight in your sound
your smell your taste
i delight in your laugh
that smile on that face
It laughed with delight. “Isn’t she much more pretty now? I just put a little lipstick here and there…and some eyeshadow over here.” Its uneven, differently colored eyes narrowed at me, and its smile widened to show yellow sharpened teeth.
The delight of knowing you, wanting you. Of chocolate ice cream, flowers, blue jays, ostriches, tullips, buttercups, daugters, poetry, long novels, stars and distant worlds. All for you. All for me.
Oh, it was not a delight to come home to this…
Well, to come HOME would not really be the right phrase. All that was left of the house was a pile of ashes, and the Thompson family had no idea what to think, much less what to say.
“Well,” said Darcy, “Knock knock?”
summer delight
the wet grass under my feet