your face delights my senses. lightening seems to shock from the edges of your sidesmirk. the sheepish look in your eyes is what i yearn for once a week.
to my not-delight hen i walked it a room no one looked at me they didnt look at me when i was 210 lbs and they dont look at me when im thin wearing punds of makep blue hair weird clothes who am i kidding
He walked into the room and her face lit up in delight. He smiled at her, and her heart went wild. He kissed her and her face shaded a light pink. He has so much control over her, and she doesn’t mind.
for some reason the word delight makes me think of food, maybe even a twinkie. which is weird considering i don’t remember the last time i ate a twinkie. ovbiously the last time i ate one left a good impresion becuase i immediatly thought the the cream filling.
I purse my lips together, thinking that this is the sweetest, most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten. It’s the wrong texture, the wrong color, and yet you look at me like we share ambrosia. I hate your foreign candy.
me imagino una noche en un restaurante, cenando o haciendo sobremesa. música de piano y alguien frente a mi diciendo que la luz es muy fuerte y que la noche es muy oscura, la vida es bien corta y ee sueño muy profundo. si despierto ahora quizas no recuerde todo mañana. quizas te olvide y quizas ya lo hice.
delight is the simple feeling of enjoying where you are in life. Delight is the bite of dark Swiss chocolate between pristine white teeth. Delight is waking up to see snow on the ground. Delight is a lover’s kiss.
“Digit?”
“No, delight.”
“Ahhh.”
“I can tell you’re a math teacher.”
“Yeah… I can’t really get away from it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“The order, the patterns, they’re delightful!”
She popped the ice cream in her mouth and hummed with delight. “This is the best.”
“Isn’t it?” Haley said, adding whipped cream. “I think we need some hot fudge.”
“Oh, let me put it in the microwave,” she said, getting up and going to the fridge.
A pure childish delight. It showed all over her face. You couldn’t hide that kind of spontaneous happiness, not even for the sake of dignity. Your eyes glow, they wrinkle at the corners. A real smile. Her soul was smiling.
I am delighted about using this word. I am not sure why. but I feel great when I have a good meal and I am full from happiness. I love the way you look and the photo captures it perfectly. lol, I like the website… :)
There is a drink called Sunny Delight. I used to be in love with Sunny. I froze the little bottles in the freezer and ate it as soon as I could. However, as I grew up, people around me labeled it unhealthy… Now I notice that it looks artificial, but who cares, right?
i don’t use the word delight much, i feel as if it’s an old word. i guess delighted is used a lot. it doesn’t take much to fill me with delight, however. it’s the little things! delightful!
“Hi.”
“Oh, hi!”
“So I was in the area… I thought I might pop by, maybe make an appearance in your set tonight. That all right with you?”
“Sure. I mean, yes, that– would be great!”
“Okay. See you in a while. Bye.”
“Bye.”
He snapped his phone shut and resisted the urge to toss it into the air. “*Hell,* yes!” He did a little jig, a delighted laugh bubbling up from his throat.
“So what’d your girlfriend say?” his bandmate asked him dryly.
He could hardly contain his glee. “She happened to be in the area, so she’s coming by and she’d like to do a few songs with us! Oh, she’s not my girlfriend, by the way.” He walked away, humming to himself.
His friend shook her head. *Everyone can see it, except for you.*
josh, the smell of rain on pavement, dogs, and the feeling of standing outside in the warm sun after coming out of a freezing-cold building. ice cream and swimming and red velvet cake, the smell of his hair. simon, my fish.
I delight in your skin, your hair, your eyes… the way they burn into mine as they look at me. I delight in the sound of your deep, resonant voice; you know just how to use it to get me to do your will.
The 7-year-old’s birthday cake, chocolate frosting and fluffy sponges melting in mouth, and his king-like smile so content. The morning when I woke up, opened up the window when I saw the first snow of the year fluffing up the world, and saw winter saying hi.
Oh she sighed “this is such a delight” and she snuggled down deeper in the bubble bath, the bubbles coming up to her chin, the scented mositure floating above her clouding the mirror.
it was hhonestly a great delight today to be picked up by jimmy and kristin and just go to mcdonalds. i felt bad, because he is weirdly the third wheel with us.. i didnt even notice, i was just so happy that he likesme. i would die if her two best friends didnt get along. and i like him well enough. i just want him to like me
ice cream is always a delight., except maybe when it’s cold outside. Another delight is reading. I love to read, can’t stop. I like mysteries and comedic writings. Delights are also found in toddlers. Watching them walk around, test the world. Asking them questions to see what they’re thinking. Holding my husband’s hand is a delight. Especially when he’s the initiator. After 26 years of marriage and 5 years before that, he still loves me best. and I love him best. can’t beat that. there are a lot of measures of success, but of all of them, this is the one that I feel is most important. Having someone you love who loves you just as much. Someone who takes care of your heart. Someone who shields you from hurt and smiles when he sees you. Children are a delight also. except when they are teenagers. Then not so much. I was delighted to see a butterfly on my butterfly bush one overcast morning. I ran in and got my camera and was happy to see it was still there when I got back out. I took several photos, most of them blurry, but a couple very nice ones. The butterfly was yellow, with a damaged wing. It didn’t seem to hamper it though. It flitted from bud to bud for quite awhile, never worrying about me. This morning, I saw it again. On the same bush. I ran up closer to make sure that it was the same one with the damaged wing. It was. Pretty neat to see it again. No photos this time. Just the delight of watching it go about it’s day.
Even just standing in the doorway of the store, he could tell that it was a place of pure delight. The smell of sugar and chocolate and all sorts of delicious and cavity-inducing goodies wafted into the street, pulling people in. He inhaled once again before taking a step inside, eager to see what was in store for him.
walking on fresh fallen snow. birthday presents. first drink on a night out. last drink on a night out. first kiss. seeing friends after a year away. last exams.
Her eyes were filled with delight as she quickly tore open the wrapping on the large box sitting in front of her. “Oh my god, I love it!” she squealed once she what was inside, throwing herself at her mother for a tight hug.
In a smile that showed nothing but delight and malice she turned from the anithesis of light to something darker than midnight spilled across the church altar. If I could find the words to describe her appearance, the smell of her newly scaled skin, of the texture of her clammy and burning palms, I fear that the world might melt away beneath me.
Delight is the moment you see that person which you long for,
Delight is the moment the sun shines and you start your day,
Delight is sharing something you love, with the person you love,
Delight is knowing that someone cares for you,
Delight is knowing you have friends around you who would do anything for you.
I delight in spending time with friends, with my amazing girlfriend, with tabletop roleplaying. I delight in life. In the sound of the rain, the kiss of the sun and the wind. I delight in living to the best of my abilities.
fuck. what’d i do this time.
i thought it’d work. fuck it. it didn’t.
i thought i’d make it work. i thought i’d get it.
guess not.
fuck.
guess no new delight yet…
your face delights my senses. lightening seems to shock from the edges of your sidesmirk. the sheepish look in your eyes is what i yearn for once a week.
to my not-delight hen i walked it a room no one looked at me they didnt look at me when i was 210 lbs and they dont look at me when im thin wearing punds of makep blue hair weird clothes who am i kidding
He walked into the room and her face lit up in delight. He smiled at her, and her heart went wild. He kissed her and her face shaded a light pink. He has so much control over her, and she doesn’t mind.
for some reason the word delight makes me think of food, maybe even a twinkie. which is weird considering i don’t remember the last time i ate a twinkie. ovbiously the last time i ate one left a good impresion becuase i immediatly thought the the cream filling.
I looked at it and smiled. I couldn’t believe it was finally here.
I was overjoyed. Delighted. Just ecstatic that it was finally here.
The 64 pack of crayons that I had been hoping for since I was little. It came with a sharpener and everything.
I love crayons. And there are so many colors. I have the rainbow in the palm of my hand.
I purse my lips together, thinking that this is the sweetest, most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten. It’s the wrong texture, the wrong color, and yet you look at me like we share ambrosia. I hate your foreign candy.
me imagino una noche en un restaurante, cenando o haciendo sobremesa. música de piano y alguien frente a mi diciendo que la luz es muy fuerte y que la noche es muy oscura, la vida es bien corta y ee sueño muy profundo. si despierto ahora quizas no recuerde todo mañana. quizas te olvide y quizas ya lo hice.
delight is the simple feeling of enjoying where you are in life. Delight is the bite of dark Swiss chocolate between pristine white teeth. Delight is waking up to see snow on the ground. Delight is a lover’s kiss.
“Digit?”
“No, delight.”
“Ahhh.”
“I can tell you’re a math teacher.”
“Yeah… I can’t really get away from it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“The order, the patterns, they’re delightful!”
She popped the ice cream in her mouth and hummed with delight. “This is the best.”
“Isn’t it?” Haley said, adding whipped cream. “I think we need some hot fudge.”
“Oh, let me put it in the microwave,” she said, getting up and going to the fridge.
A pure childish delight. It showed all over her face. You couldn’t hide that kind of spontaneous happiness, not even for the sake of dignity. Your eyes glow, they wrinkle at the corners. A real smile. Her soul was smiling.
no, she doesn’t go by that name anymore. her name’s delirium now, you know.
I am delighted about using this word. I am not sure why. but I feel great when I have a good meal and I am full from happiness. I love the way you look and the photo captures it perfectly. lol, I like the website… :)
There is a drink called Sunny Delight. I used to be in love with Sunny. I froze the little bottles in the freezer and ate it as soon as I could. However, as I grew up, people around me labeled it unhealthy… Now I notice that it looks artificial, but who cares, right?
i don’t use the word delight much, i feel as if it’s an old word. i guess delighted is used a lot. it doesn’t take much to fill me with delight, however. it’s the little things! delightful!
“Hi.”
“Oh, hi!”
“So I was in the area… I thought I might pop by, maybe make an appearance in your set tonight. That all right with you?”
“Sure. I mean, yes, that– would be great!”
“Okay. See you in a while. Bye.”
“Bye.”
He snapped his phone shut and resisted the urge to toss it into the air. “*Hell,* yes!” He did a little jig, a delighted laugh bubbling up from his throat.
“So what’d your girlfriend say?” his bandmate asked him dryly.
He could hardly contain his glee. “She happened to be in the area, so she’s coming by and she’d like to do a few songs with us! Oh, she’s not my girlfriend, by the way.” He walked away, humming to himself.
His friend shook her head. *Everyone can see it, except for you.*
It was a sheer delight to taste one of the finest Napa wines today.
josh, the smell of rain on pavement, dogs, and the feeling of standing outside in the warm sun after coming out of a freezing-cold building. ice cream and swimming and red velvet cake, the smell of his hair. simon, my fish.
Pleased to meet you. Enchantée. What a delight it is! Pleasure. Yeah, whatever.
I delight in your skin, your hair, your eyes… the way they burn into mine as they look at me. I delight in the sound of your deep, resonant voice; you know just how to use it to get me to do your will.
i’m currently not delighted to exist
The 7-year-old’s birthday cake, chocolate frosting and fluffy sponges melting in mouth, and his king-like smile so content. The morning when I woke up, opened up the window when I saw the first snow of the year fluffing up the world, and saw winter saying hi.
Delight spread across his face like peanut butter over bread, a little chunky because of the pimples, but uplifting nonetheless.
Chocolate, my mother says, a wink on her face, is special for women. I groan and shoot her the “you’re being sexist” glare.
i sometimes find sweet delight, in the awkward things of life. No wonder. No wonder. It´s delightfully awkward to feel like this.
A huge bunch of chocolates. With Nuts and sultanins, with caramel, as a muffin or cake. Chocolate is so delightful!
Oh she sighed “this is such a delight” and she snuggled down deeper in the bubble bath, the bubbles coming up to her chin, the scented mositure floating above her clouding the mirror.
it was hhonestly a great delight today to be picked up by jimmy and kristin and just go to mcdonalds. i felt bad, because he is weirdly the third wheel with us.. i didnt even notice, i was just so happy that he likesme. i would die if her two best friends didnt get along. and i like him well enough. i just want him to like me
ice cream is always a delight., except maybe when it’s cold outside. Another delight is reading. I love to read, can’t stop. I like mysteries and comedic writings. Delights are also found in toddlers. Watching them walk around, test the world. Asking them questions to see what they’re thinking. Holding my husband’s hand is a delight. Especially when he’s the initiator. After 26 years of marriage and 5 years before that, he still loves me best. and I love him best. can’t beat that. there are a lot of measures of success, but of all of them, this is the one that I feel is most important. Having someone you love who loves you just as much. Someone who takes care of your heart. Someone who shields you from hurt and smiles when he sees you. Children are a delight also. except when they are teenagers. Then not so much. I was delighted to see a butterfly on my butterfly bush one overcast morning. I ran in and got my camera and was happy to see it was still there when I got back out. I took several photos, most of them blurry, but a couple very nice ones. The butterfly was yellow, with a damaged wing. It didn’t seem to hamper it though. It flitted from bud to bud for quite awhile, never worrying about me. This morning, I saw it again. On the same bush. I ran up closer to make sure that it was the same one with the damaged wing. It was. Pretty neat to see it again. No photos this time. Just the delight of watching it go about it’s day.
Even just standing in the doorway of the store, he could tell that it was a place of pure delight. The smell of sugar and chocolate and all sorts of delicious and cavity-inducing goodies wafted into the street, pulling people in. He inhaled once again before taking a step inside, eager to see what was in store for him.
walking on fresh fallen snow. birthday presents. first drink on a night out. last drink on a night out. first kiss. seeing friends after a year away. last exams.
Her eyes were filled with delight as she quickly tore open the wrapping on the large box sitting in front of her. “Oh my god, I love it!” she squealed once she what was inside, throwing herself at her mother for a tight hug.
this is delightful he thought. i get to spend an evening with everyone i love. exept he knew that the game would only lead to fighting.
In a smile that showed nothing but delight and malice she turned from the anithesis of light to something darker than midnight spilled across the church altar. If I could find the words to describe her appearance, the smell of her newly scaled skin, of the texture of her clammy and burning palms, I fear that the world might melt away beneath me.
how delightful it is to look at your face. it’s sort of silly some times, you with your lack of
Delight is the moment you see that person which you long for,
Delight is the moment the sun shines and you start your day,
Delight is sharing something you love, with the person you love,
Delight is knowing that someone cares for you,
Delight is knowing you have friends around you who would do anything for you.
I don’t feel it very often. But when I do, it’s powerful. I feel it only on rare occasions. Like when my baby is around, he fills me with it.
I delight in spending time with friends, with my amazing girlfriend, with tabletop roleplaying. I delight in life. In the sound of the rain, the kiss of the sun and the wind. I delight in living to the best of my abilities.
There’s a certain feeling you get when you finish something up or find something awesome you weren’t expecting.