This word is so fresh, you would have to, I actually have no idea where I was going to go with that one. I was hoping I would come up with something really clever in mid-sentence, but alas I did not. However, I did manage to use the word alas in that sentence.
new york’s hottest club is FRESH. This club is run by infamous gay running back, BlowJ Simpson, and answers the question, NOW???! This club has everything. Midgets, human fire hydrants, DJ Baby BokChoy, Football Jellyfish, and HOOMBAS.
The cabbage was very fresh, it was like a fresh, thing, I’m very bad at this, I can’t think about what else to write, when is this thing finally going to stop me? Oh god it’s going to stop me!
a new orange from florida. when you get out of the shower and hug your dad and he tells you that you are fresh. fresh fruit” wrtitten on a menu at cora’. fresh clothes out of the drier. but mostly i think of fresh thoughts… like this one.
The wound was fresh in her chest. He could still hear those screams, echoing all around his skull, and he slowly slumped to the floor, dazed. Killing was easy, but the aftermath… that was hard. No more adrenaline. Just remorse, the picking up of a body -no a corpse, there was no spirit in it- and blood. Red, red blood. As red as Isis, as red as an apple, as red as giving into temptation.
salsads… i need to eat more salads. Maybe I should buy some crutons. Wait thats nor fresh… thats stale. Carrots are fresh. Blood is fresh. Tears are fresh. Why do I want a steak n
A day where there is brisk air and it is over cast. A new blanket of snow. A hike in the woods. How green everything looks after is rains. A hot shower on a cold night, or after a long day at work.
My carrots were fresh as they could ever be. I stood back up from my garden, pleased with my handiwork. ” Hey honey, look at this! Our vegetables are ready!” My stomach growled as i contemplated the meal to come.
Feeling so fresh after a swim. Why did i stop for three years? I can still feel how the water dances around me, the bubbles coming out from my nose, etc.
The state of being pure, without a particle in a bad place. I think, or suppose, that this is for life and for death too. I feel free with the fresh air.
She awoke with a start. Damn it, she thought. The bridge of her nose and the nape of her neck was coated with sweat. She slipped carefully from the bed so as to not jostle him or the dog. She blindly walked to the bathroom and ran the tap without turning on the light. She cupped the cold water in her had and splashed it on her face. She grabbed for the towel, dried the water and looked into the black void that was the mirror.
The spring was coming, I could tell…….. every scent in the air came together in one word. Fresh. That was it… It’s how I knew that the winter had passed, that life was moving on. I needed to as well, I knew, but I couldn’t it was beyond my physical ability.
there was a fresh cotton like feel to the day. The meadow was green with purple flowers where she was doing laundry outside. The sun was shining and every one was happy. Peaceful and relaxing
A fresh new start. That’s what this year was supposed to be about. Not about making money, about finding a boyfriend. It was about starting afresh and getting better. So when you asked me “isn’t the whole point of you taking a year off supposed to be for money?” I had to instantly correct you and say, no; it’s to get better. And your response? “Well, isn’t making money apart of that?”
And it pains me to know that corruption has reached your brain and altered what really is important.
Mm, fresh apples always taste so good. They are crisp and refreshing on an autumn day. When you bite into them and taste the sweet tang of apple juice on your tongue, it’s like the start of all things good.
The sent was so fresh, as if the room had been covered in it only moments before. The smell filled my nose and engulfed my senses. It was incredible; like nothing I had ever smelt before.
i need a fresh start open to my heart love is not an art a science trys its part to be the person you are weve all been torn apart help to try to start fresh is hard to part
Brooke’s butt is fresh, except when she doesn’t feel like taking a shower. I like it when it rains so hard that it’s like a shower. My ear itches. I like chips. I wish I could start fresh.
I need a breathe of fresh air. I need to look at things through a new perspective. I want to explore the possibilities of something new, fresh, innovative and full of substance. I’m looking for meaning. I’m looking for the real.
fresh. fresh fruit. smelling fresh. contrary to what teenage boys think fresh is, i think fresh is the smell after it rains, or the smell of just getting out of the shower ( the best smell ever ), or the smell of fresh food.
His breathe was fresh as his tounge met mine. I knew it was love once his thumb
Grazed the arch of my back. He whispered to my heart right into my soul that night and I knew that things between us went deeper than just sex once he renewed my sense of security with now let’s just walk and talk let’s keep it fresh….
I woke to the fresh morning air hitting my face through the open window. The briskness forced open my eyelids, and I chased the sunlight with my eyes as it rose up the ceiling. With my roommate still sleeping, I sat up in silence and looked out at the early morning. It was beautiful. Innocent and beautiful.
Fresh is a new beginning. Fresh is new, fresh is bold, fresh is unfamiliar but exiting. Fresh is meant to be embraced, don’t be afraid of change. Fresh also means fresh fruit. Mmmm, fresh fruit.
I just discovered this new website. This one. It’s fresh. Something new, but i wonder. How would this look if it would have twisted thoughts. I can imagine some pretty funny stuff. Don’t worry I have a crazy imagination.
He set about manufacturing a fresh start. He ruthlessly purged his old clothes and material possessions and moved to a smaller place in a new neighbourhood. He wiped clean his computer and sat down to decide upon a new name.
The world seems like a fresh, new place once you know where to go and who to talk to. Wandering through life under the delusion of friendship with people who couldn’t care less made me self-destructive. But at last, I’ve found myself feeling somewhat comfortable with disposition. I’ve come to a kind of peace. I’ve come home.
i hate when i stop breathing during the day, I’m not talking about “the suffocating under water type” of not breathing; lately I’ve been more conscious of my body and mind(way of thinking and taking in information).For each breath you take the brain uses 20% of the oxygen, a greedy bastard in sight of the rest of the body begging for help(oxygen) during a workout, should i take deeper breaths during class?
The breeze that blew through the country was fantastic. And the way it made our clothes smell – right off the line. Mama was always so sad, rocking on the porch, staring at God knows what, clipping our clothes up. What would she be without that breeze?
Today was fresh…12 hours ago. Shadows and a large cat. Slogged through a twilight zone enslaved in a prison. Green bananas in the kitchen waited for me at home.
I could really use a fresh start. Away from this town, in a new one, with new people and new surroundings. I’m tired of being treated the same. I need something new and fresh, something that will leave me happy and content.
Today I woke unlike any other day. Not feeling sluggish or reluctant on getting up.Just fresh. I have a purpose, and that for today is being better at any aspects of life.
Yummy, I like this word. Fresh new idea’s. Fresh new thoughts for fresh new days. I’m so excited for the fresh new thoughts that rush out of my body when I see the new word of the day and there isn’t anything I can do about but type my heart out and just go. Not caring about anything just rushing, freeing my fresh new thoughts on this page…losing what I can of myself in Korea.
This word is so fresh, you would have to, I actually have no idea where I was going to go with that one. I was hoping I would come up with something really clever in mid-sentence, but alas I did not. However, I did manage to use the word alas in that sentence.
new york’s hottest club is FRESH. This club is run by infamous gay running back, BlowJ Simpson, and answers the question, NOW???! This club has everything. Midgets, human fire hydrants, DJ Baby BokChoy, Football Jellyfish, and HOOMBAS.
The cabbage was very fresh, it was like a fresh, thing, I’m very bad at this, I can’t think about what else to write, when is this thing finally going to stop me? Oh god it’s going to stop me!
a new orange from florida. when you get out of the shower and hug your dad and he tells you that you are fresh. fresh fruit” wrtitten on a menu at cora’. fresh clothes out of the drier. but mostly i think of fresh thoughts… like this one.
The wound was fresh in her chest. He could still hear those screams, echoing all around his skull, and he slowly slumped to the floor, dazed. Killing was easy, but the aftermath… that was hard. No more adrenaline. Just remorse, the picking up of a body -no a corpse, there was no spirit in it- and blood. Red, red blood. As red as Isis, as red as an apple, as red as giving into temptation.
salsads… i need to eat more salads. Maybe I should buy some crutons. Wait thats nor fresh… thats stale. Carrots are fresh. Blood is fresh. Tears are fresh. Why do I want a steak n
A day where there is brisk air and it is over cast. A new blanket of snow. A hike in the woods. How green everything looks after is rains. A hot shower on a cold night, or after a long day at work.
My carrots were fresh as they could ever be. I stood back up from my garden, pleased with my handiwork. ” Hey honey, look at this! Our vegetables are ready!” My stomach growled as i contemplated the meal to come.
The trail was fresh, still legible. Just a single splattered line of blood in the dusty top layer of snow.
Feeling so fresh after a swim. Why did i stop for three years? I can still feel how the water dances around me, the bubbles coming out from my nose, etc.
The state of being pure, without a particle in a bad place. I think, or suppose, that this is for life and for death too. I feel free with the fresh air.
New, Nice, waters, weather, smell, healthy
She awoke with a start. Damn it, she thought. The bridge of her nose and the nape of her neck was coated with sweat. She slipped carefully from the bed so as to not jostle him or the dog. She blindly walked to the bathroom and ran the tap without turning on the light. She cupped the cold water in her had and splashed it on her face. She grabbed for the towel, dried the water and looked into the black void that was the mirror.
The spring was coming, I could tell…….. every scent in the air came together in one word. Fresh. That was it… It’s how I knew that the winter had passed, that life was moving on. I needed to as well, I knew, but I couldn’t it was beyond my physical ability.
like the feeling after it rains and all you want to do is smell that air be in that air for as long you possibly can.
there was a fresh cotton like feel to the day. The meadow was green with purple flowers where she was doing laundry outside. The sun was shining and every one was happy. Peaceful and relaxing
A fresh new start. That’s what this year was supposed to be about. Not about making money, about finding a boyfriend. It was about starting afresh and getting better. So when you asked me “isn’t the whole point of you taking a year off supposed to be for money?” I had to instantly correct you and say, no; it’s to get better. And your response? “Well, isn’t making money apart of that?”
And it pains me to know that corruption has reached your brain and altered what really is important.
Mm, fresh apples always taste so good. They are crisp and refreshing on an autumn day. When you bite into them and taste the sweet tang of apple juice on your tongue, it’s like the start of all things good.
The sent was so fresh, as if the room had been covered in it only moments before. The smell filled my nose and engulfed my senses. It was incredible; like nothing I had ever smelt before.
i need a fresh start open to my heart love is not an art a science trys its part to be the person you are weve all been torn apart help to try to start fresh is hard to part
Brooke’s butt is fresh, except when she doesn’t feel like taking a shower. I like it when it rains so hard that it’s like a shower. My ear itches. I like chips. I wish I could start fresh.
I need a breathe of fresh air. I need to look at things through a new perspective. I want to explore the possibilities of something new, fresh, innovative and full of substance. I’m looking for meaning. I’m looking for the real.
fresh. fresh fruit. smelling fresh. contrary to what teenage boys think fresh is, i think fresh is the smell after it rains, or the smell of just getting out of the shower ( the best smell ever ), or the smell of fresh food.
His breathe was fresh as his tounge met mine. I knew it was love once his thumb
Grazed the arch of my back. He whispered to my heart right into my soul that night and I knew that things between us went deeper than just sex once he renewed my sense of security with now let’s just walk and talk let’s keep it fresh….
I woke to the fresh morning air hitting my face through the open window. The briskness forced open my eyelids, and I chased the sunlight with my eyes as it rose up the ceiling. With my roommate still sleeping, I sat up in silence and looked out at the early morning. It was beautiful. Innocent and beautiful.
the old ways out. the new, fresh ways in, like a new year lets now begin
Fresh is a new beginning. Fresh is new, fresh is bold, fresh is unfamiliar but exiting. Fresh is meant to be embraced, don’t be afraid of change. Fresh also means fresh fruit. Mmmm, fresh fruit.
I just discovered this new website. This one. It’s fresh. Something new, but i wonder. How would this look if it would have twisted thoughts. I can imagine some pretty funny stuff. Don’t worry I have a crazy imagination.
He set about manufacturing a fresh start. He ruthlessly purged his old clothes and material possessions and moved to a smaller place in a new neighbourhood. He wiped clean his computer and sat down to decide upon a new name.
pass. pass. pass. pass. fresh. fresh. fresh. hserf. hserf. hserf. reshf. reshf.
The world seems like a fresh, new place once you know where to go and who to talk to. Wandering through life under the delusion of friendship with people who couldn’t care less made me self-destructive. But at last, I’ve found myself feeling somewhat comfortable with disposition. I’ve come to a kind of peace. I’ve come home.
clean, new, revitalizing. the dew from a mist, the calm in the night… so nice… so nice…
i hate when i stop breathing during the day, I’m not talking about “the suffocating under water type” of not breathing; lately I’ve been more conscious of my body and mind(way of thinking and taking in information).For each breath you take the brain uses 20% of the oxygen, a greedy bastard in sight of the rest of the body begging for help(oxygen) during a workout, should i take deeper breaths during class?
The breeze that blew through the country was fantastic. And the way it made our clothes smell – right off the line. Mama was always so sad, rocking on the porch, staring at God knows what, clipping our clothes up. What would she be without that breeze?
Today was fresh…12 hours ago. Shadows and a large cat. Slogged through a twilight zone enslaved in a prison. Green bananas in the kitchen waited for me at home.
The blues and greens mixed as a fresh blue began to bubble up and fizzle.
I could really use a fresh start. Away from this town, in a new one, with new people and new surroundings. I’m tired of being treated the same. I need something new and fresh, something that will leave me happy and content.
Today I woke unlike any other day. Not feeling sluggish or reluctant on getting up.Just fresh. I have a purpose, and that for today is being better at any aspects of life.
Yummy, I like this word. Fresh new idea’s. Fresh new thoughts for fresh new days. I’m so excited for the fresh new thoughts that rush out of my body when I see the new word of the day and there isn’t anything I can do about but type my heart out and just go. Not caring about anything just rushing, freeing my fresh new thoughts on this page…losing what I can of myself in Korea.
fresh is very crunchy. it taste really good. it is not stale.