Glow. To radiate light. Able to be seen in the dark. The look of hapiness in someones face. Glow worm. Childs toy. Laughter. Back to happiness. Glow worms make children glow with happiness?
Sun shiny days sometimes take my by surprise. I don’t ever, well, almost never expect for them to really be as nice as they are. Sometimes though, like when I’m with him, they make me glow – bright and shiny.
Two bodies intertwined glow as a lamp full of the most essential life, but this stems not from animal/fury like passion but more from the miracle that two independent beings can conspire to become so close with tastes and interests so unique and different.
the sun coming up over the hill at about 6:15 am these days when there’s no clouds, it’s that orangeness rising up, and just the same right when it goes down in the late afternoon, and for about the next 30 minutes, things start to get a little orange, a little purple, and finally blue and black.
The fireflies are beautiful- they glow with such extreme brilliance that no other can compare to them. They glitter and float with an elegance that is unmatched by any other, save the candles that glow softly in the window, waiting for their master to come home.
one of my favorite parts of the movie surfs up, is when they ride leaves through the volcano tunnels, and they land in a glowing pool. turns out its glow worm poop. which is what opalite is made of. lol
I remember when your face used to glow in the morning, when you leaned over my face, my cheek while I was still half asleep. Face planted into the pillow. I remember that same glow everytime your face lit it when I proclaimed my love.
I remember that same glow getting dimmer and dimmer. I cringe thinking about this. I want to burst into an ocean of useless tears thinking about you. But I cannot.
I see that glow in my sleep. In my nightmares.
I saw the last glimpse of it when you disappeared. I told you to leave. I shut the door on you.
If you hadn’t gone, you would still be here.
Alive. Breathing. Glowing like you do.
Glowing fairy blue. A girl that sits upon the river bank, watches small blue glowing lights gently floating by. One sits on her finger and she begins to cry. Fairy Blue, floating by.
like a light . it will glow in the dark needing elecricity. glow makes me think of lighting a room. giving vision from blindness. worms come to mind also.. glowing worms living usual life can give u light thru the tunnel
after the way he shone in the dark place of her heart he absolutely didn’t care for the manner of life that was dictated by the nuanced under standing between the two lovers. this wasn’t the life he chose this wasn’t his place.
the glowing embers of the fire place lost to the fronting dark. She fell on her way back from the couch here she passed out earlier. Looking towards the kitchen she noticed that something
the plane was light, and the windows small, but the impression still lingered
city lights glowed from beneath me, all to the sides and angles, and i felt like if i could only reach out through my window, i could brush my hand into the crisp intricacies of space.
You glow like the stars in the sky, your beauty surpassing everything else. Why can I not glow like you? Everyone loves you while they hate me for I am dull. In contrast, you are as bright as the full moon while I am as dull as the blood on which I dine.
My face is glowing from the last drink I had. I hate that I hold these genes. But I guess it holds me back from drinking, and that is not entirely bad. My head throbs and my throat feels like it’s closing up, but that buzz feels oh so fucking good.
The g is undecisive, like rain in a tornado, being pulled in opposite directions. The L-o-w is a warning. Put together it makes a wonderful explanation.
The glow in my head when I shave it is the best thing in the world…
Just the feel of it is the most beautiful thing in the world
I just wished I could shave my head just once
of course this is a dream
I have a full set of hair.
It was a Friday night and the theater was empty. All the lights were off, which was unusual for this time of day. The only light was a thin glow from an empty ticket booth. My girlfriend and I stood outside the theater and watched the glow brighten and dim, over and over again, for no money, and no disappointment.
the sun feels good. when someone beautiful touches me in passing is the feeling I get. when I have done what I’m supposed to do without reservation. stars in the sky. my mom smiling at me
Something that happens to pregnant women. Really can be attributed to an unusual amount of sweat pregnant women produce because they’re carrying extra weight in the form of a baby.
They tell us that women, like myself, glow. We don’t sweat or perspire. We glow! What’s up with that? I think it’s ridiculous! I don’t know about other women out there but when I work out I sweat like a pig. There is NO glowing!
It is dim. Half the room cast in shadows, the other half in fluorescent white.
And it would have been intimate. But it wasn’t, if only because of unimportant company, chests that heave up and down with no real air entering into indifferent lungs.
And there is light, blinking without eyelids, open and close and close and open, below the glow of exits colored crimson, cholera.
Open and close and stay closed. And there never really was a key to the lock, so the pins never fit quite as well as they would fit into amphibious flesh dipped into a formaldehyde sauce, sating the hunger of a child’s curious mind because the only way to learn about life is to cut into it, apparently, and the only way to learn about a heart is to see it when it is gray and unbeating.
Apparently.
But just because you can touch it doesn’t mean you should, doesn’t mean it’s actually there, doesn’t mean skin and bones are always nouns.
She glows, her hands sparkle and shine as the flow over the strings. Her harp dances out beautiful sounds, and she continues a waltz of brilliant design, everything making certain to fit into place and with it the glow of happiness, of pleasure as she watches her hands dance over the strings once more.
The incandescent light of the glow worm was the only thing that lit her face. She smiled warmly and laughed at such a simple creature. Carefully placing it in her hands she carried it around and together they went on many adventures.
i am glowing like a glowing avalanche (nuee ardent–learned that in geology). Do glow fish really glow? I wish I could glow. Glow rhymes with blow. and slow. and flow. does that mean anything? haha.
The ephemeral glow of the mushrooms illuminated the room, but I did not notice it. As they shone a brilliant azure, I glanced up at them once, then immediately buried myself in my books once again. I had to focus.
alley – im pregnant
tim – ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
you cant be pregnant
yes i can – im a girl
well yes, but thats not what i mean\
what do you mean then
um
um?
uum!
seriously?
yes seriously
you liar
what?
you heard me
yeah but i dont understand
sorry – -im pregnant and emotianla
Happy days on the beach watching the sun reflect off the water. Wet face from the shower. Shimmering cheeks in the car. Tim laughs. Says you sparkle. Store bought glow. Chance to reflect the water.
the eyes of the alien were glowing so vividly it looked as if they were lights in themselves. he proceeded to speak in an unkown language and at once his guards took my arms and lead me up the ramp and into the ship.
light bulbs confuse me and my monkeys that i dont actually have so there it is! hi hoe oh snap mother f**ker! haha just kidding! umm that was random and my fav color is blue! midnight blue! what do you think about that?
She glowed in the sunlight. It shot out the ends of her hair and made her skin glitter. He didn’t want to think that soon she would be gone. “Kiss me,” she whispered. Then he woke up.
the sun glows, the moon glows. your face glows in the morning, my face glows when i see only you. i want to catch fireflies and watch them glow in a jar. i think i want everything to glow.
Did you know that there is such a thing as a glowing mushroom that can mind control little insects? Seriously, they’re in Australia somewhere and attract insects with their glowing, then inject their spores into their body, take over their minds and then made them explode. I thought it was pretty neat. Kinda weird, but neat all the same. Oh, nature.
Glow. To radiate light. Able to be seen in the dark. The look of hapiness in someones face. Glow worm. Childs toy. Laughter. Back to happiness. Glow worms make children glow with happiness?
Sun shiny days sometimes take my by surprise. I don’t ever, well, almost never expect for them to really be as nice as they are. Sometimes though, like when I’m with him, they make me glow – bright and shiny.
Two bodies intertwined glow as a lamp full of the most essential life, but this stems not from animal/fury like passion but more from the miracle that two independent beings can conspire to become so close with tastes and interests so unique and different.
the sun coming up over the hill at about 6:15 am these days when there’s no clouds, it’s that orangeness rising up, and just the same right when it goes down in the late afternoon, and for about the next 30 minutes, things start to get a little orange, a little purple, and finally blue and black.
The fireflies are beautiful- they glow with such extreme brilliance that no other can compare to them. They glitter and float with an elegance that is unmatched by any other, save the candles that glow softly in the window, waiting for their master to come home.
one of my favorite parts of the movie surfs up, is when they ride leaves through the volcano tunnels, and they land in a glowing pool. turns out its glow worm poop. which is what opalite is made of. lol
I remember when your face used to glow in the morning, when you leaned over my face, my cheek while I was still half asleep. Face planted into the pillow. I remember that same glow everytime your face lit it when I proclaimed my love.
I remember that same glow getting dimmer and dimmer. I cringe thinking about this. I want to burst into an ocean of useless tears thinking about you. But I cannot.
I see that glow in my sleep. In my nightmares.
I saw the last glimpse of it when you disappeared. I told you to leave. I shut the door on you.
If you hadn’t gone, you would still be here.
Alive. Breathing. Glowing like you do.
Glowing fairy blue. A girl that sits upon the river bank, watches small blue glowing lights gently floating by. One sits on her finger and she begins to cry. Fairy Blue, floating by.
like a light . it will glow in the dark needing elecricity. glow makes me think of lighting a room. giving vision from blindness. worms come to mind also.. glowing worms living usual life can give u light thru the tunnel
candles are the glow of the night. THE OPEN hem of the skirt of light. The darkness defender.
Glow means the after light of warmth.
after the way he shone in the dark place of her heart he absolutely didn’t care for the manner of life that was dictated by the nuanced under standing between the two lovers. this wasn’t the life he chose this wasn’t his place.
candles are the glow of the night.
the glowing embers of the fire place lost to the fronting dark. She fell on her way back from the couch here she passed out earlier. Looking towards the kitchen she noticed that something
so much for the after glow worm your way into my heart of glass bottom boat show me th way to go home
the plane was light, and the windows small, but the impression still lingered
city lights glowed from beneath me, all to the sides and angles, and i felt like if i could only reach out through my window, i could brush my hand into the crisp intricacies of space.
You glow like the stars in the sky, your beauty surpassing everything else. Why can I not glow like you? Everyone loves you while they hate me for I am dull. In contrast, you are as bright as the full moon while I am as dull as the blood on which I dine.
My face is glowing from the last drink I had. I hate that I hold these genes. But I guess it holds me back from drinking, and that is not entirely bad. My head throbs and my throat feels like it’s closing up, but that buzz feels oh so fucking good.
The g is undecisive, like rain in a tornado, being pulled in opposite directions. The L-o-w is a warning. Put together it makes a wonderful explanation.
The glow in my head when I shave it is the best thing in the world…
Just the feel of it is the most beautiful thing in the world
I just wished I could shave my head just once
of course this is a dream
I have a full set of hair.
It was a Friday night and the theater was empty. All the lights were off, which was unusual for this time of day. The only light was a thin glow from an empty ticket booth. My girlfriend and I stood outside the theater and watched the glow brighten and dim, over and over again, for no money, and no disappointment.
the sun feels good. when someone beautiful touches me in passing is the feeling I get. when I have done what I’m supposed to do without reservation. stars in the sky. my mom smiling at me
Something that happens to pregnant women. Really can be attributed to an unusual amount of sweat pregnant women produce because they’re carrying extra weight in the form of a baby.
They tell us that women, like myself, glow. We don’t sweat or perspire. We glow! What’s up with that? I think it’s ridiculous! I don’t know about other women out there but when I work out I sweat like a pig. There is NO glowing!
It is dim. Half the room cast in shadows, the other half in fluorescent white.
And it would have been intimate. But it wasn’t, if only because of unimportant company, chests that heave up and down with no real air entering into indifferent lungs.
And there is light, blinking without eyelids, open and close and close and open, below the glow of exits colored crimson, cholera.
Open and close and stay closed. And there never really was a key to the lock, so the pins never fit quite as well as they would fit into amphibious flesh dipped into a formaldehyde sauce, sating the hunger of a child’s curious mind because the only way to learn about life is to cut into it, apparently, and the only way to learn about a heart is to see it when it is gray and unbeating.
Apparently.
But just because you can touch it doesn’t mean you should, doesn’t mean it’s actually there, doesn’t mean skin and bones are always nouns.
Apparently.
She glows, her hands sparkle and shine as the flow over the strings. Her harp dances out beautiful sounds, and she continues a waltz of brilliant design, everything making certain to fit into place and with it the glow of happiness, of pleasure as she watches her hands dance over the strings once more.
The incandescent light of the glow worm was the only thing that lit her face. She smiled warmly and laughed at such a simple creature. Carefully placing it in her hands she carried it around and together they went on many adventures.
you glow like the sun. i do love the sun (especially on those days). i love you, too.
i am glowing like a glowing avalanche (nuee ardent–learned that in geology). Do glow fish really glow? I wish I could glow. Glow rhymes with blow. and slow. and flow. does that mean anything? haha.
The ephemeral glow of the mushrooms illuminated the room, but I did not notice it. As they shone a brilliant azure, I glanced up at them once, then immediately buried myself in my books once again. I had to focus.
alley – im pregnant
tim – ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
you cant be pregnant
yes i can – im a girl
well yes, but thats not what i mean\
what do you mean then
um
um?
uum!
seriously?
yes seriously
you liar
what?
you heard me
yeah but i dont understand
sorry – -im pregnant and emotianla
Happy days on the beach watching the sun reflect off the water. Wet face from the shower. Shimmering cheeks in the car. Tim laughs. Says you sparkle. Store bought glow. Chance to reflect the water.
So light So bright the sun shines in my eyes
I like it so much
cause spring is here
and that OK
Cause I like spring
– Katie, 7
the eyes of the alien were glowing so vividly it looked as if they were lights in themselves. he proceeded to speak in an unkown language and at once his guards took my arms and lead me up the ramp and into the ship.
Lighting bugs in the summer
so nice to catch them and let em go
I hate mosquitoes but I love em
Cause they need us to survive
Lighting bugs
GLOW
Summer please come soon.
light bulbs confuse me and my monkeys that i dont actually have so there it is! hi hoe oh snap mother f**ker! haha just kidding! umm that was random and my fav color is blue! midnight blue! what do you think about that?
HIGHLIGHTER DANCE; music, flash, dance, song, people, hair, sweat, energy, slow, glow fast, down, up, 20 seconds, water, spit, fatigue, girl:guy ratio corruption
She glowed in the sunlight. It shot out the ends of her hair and made her skin glitter. He didn’t want to think that soon she would be gone. “Kiss me,” she whispered. Then he woke up.
the sun glows, the moon glows. your face glows in the morning, my face glows when i see only you. i want to catch fireflies and watch them glow in a jar. i think i want everything to glow.
The night was distant and moody, leaving trace embers of hatred in his heart.
Did you know that there is such a thing as a glowing mushroom that can mind control little insects? Seriously, they’re in Australia somewhere and attract insects with their glowing, then inject their spores into their body, take over their minds and then made them explode. I thought it was pretty neat. Kinda weird, but neat all the same. Oh, nature.