i never understood when people say “you’re glowing” when someone’s pregnant. to me, they always just look like they’re in pain and miserable. pregnancy just freaks me out in general. it completely transforms your body, sometimes in abad way. things are never the same. so i don’t understand how that makes you glow…
With this word, a picture of glowing beautiful girl came in my mind. With skin so radiant that seems as if it is glowing. I always wanted to have glowing skin but i don’t. Sigh
glowing in my heart. rotting rotting rotting in my soul. is there a difference…i don’t know. is there help? yes. can i ask for it. no.
why…when will this end? when can I move on?
sometimes i think life should glow i think my favorite memories of childhood involved things that did–lightening bug catching, picnics in bright sun, and when all the lights went out and we pulled out all our candles.
the sky was glowing as the early dawn broke out over the river illuminating everything in its wake as it reached the highest peak on the mountain. no one was up early this early morning, no one that is except for little peter. he was always up, every day at the same time to watch the beautiful sunrise over the mountain top.
Many seeing glowing lanterns, glowing lights at the end of a tunnel and glowing beauty from beautiful women who walk across ballroom floors. But glowing is the soft, burning passion that fires within one’s soul.
light. the sunrise was bright. sitting. watching, holding hands. glowing skein after the warm, bright summer. long summer nights. glowing faces. smiling. the sun goes down on the ocean. happiness.
glowing with pride.
glowing with love, see it shining from her eyes.
the way that she looks at you.
the way that she’ll smile when you walk into the room.
so happy to have you close to her.
so happy to have you belong to her.
she’ll do anything for you, don’t you see?
see it in her eyes.
look closer, look down under.
see how she glows when you’re around.
My glowing aura sweeps across everyone I pass: influencing, coloring, and bending the nature of others with its energy. A stranger – a man, a woman, a child – begins glowing along with me, in tune. Whether for good or bad.
She’s glowing. He’s obviously her perfect. She has no idea. He can’t handle the way she talks or moves or tastes… He’s trying to decide how to tell her. She’s trying to see her life with him in thirty years. Love. Isn’t it fun?
My eyes are glowing. Why? Because I haven’t slept in days. They are glistening with the tears of exhaustion. Well I realize I may have been going a bit too fast officer but you surely can’t be serious. Yes, I understand that I was speeding but I was on a skateboard, that can’t count? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GIVING ME A TICKET!? No I DO understand that you have a job to do and that you must explain this to your supervisor, but how am I supposed to explain to my insurance company that I got points on my license for speeding on a skateboard!?
I wish I could wake up in the morning like my dog does, full of energy with both a smile and a yawn. But she’s only a year old. I was like that when I was a kid. Perhaps in a couple years, I’ll wake up to find her in the kitchen, half awake with a cup of coffee in one paw and a stack of bills in the other.
The lights twinkled down from the ceiling onto the crowd. All of these bodies close together for one night of care-free, nervous, excited moments all balled into one. I stared at everyone, their faces glowing with smiles. I looked at him and smiled.
I saw the rain. I saw the skies. They were glowing. My mind was glowing too, full of energy and thoughts and ideas. Glowing is a colour, glowing is a feeling. My Flemish friend often describes pain as “glowing”. Glowing is warm, and hot. Glowing is rich.
this word reminds me of the sun. it glows and beams and makes you feel warm. it also makes me think of a pregnant lady or new mother. and children who are successful. it makes me think of love. that positive glowing happiness that you can’t avoid. love. that’s it.
Change of scenery. Glowing! I like to glow…radiating mellow drop of wholesome goodness. Energy glows from within the parabola. Exuding radiation that can separate from any existence following a force strong enough to unravel. In the dark i follow the light….always allowing ample room to scamper away if need be.
the sun glows onto my face as i ste onto the hot sand. as second pass it becomes to uch to handle and i start to run. Hopping from one ball of my foot to the other i fell the salt from the ocean make my hair beautiful and my skin clean. I collarps onto the sand, lusting to be alive
The candle was glowing. It wasn’t a majestic glow or anything but it was enough. It made up for the lack of stars in the sky and the too-dim moon that hung over the city. He didn’t say much to her, only a quick huff as the candle blew out. She smiled knowingly and held the candle closer as he attempted to relight it.
She glowed like the first day of September, kissed by sun and unafraid of the darkness that lay ahead. This day would undoubtedly hold the revelations she had been waiting to unravel. Like the last breath of some flowers final petals fall, she released her need to understand his reasons and stepped on to the train knowing that the release of this need would ironically bring about the discoveries she once yearned to find.
her skin was glowing was my immediate thought
don’t begin to think i was complimenting her
it was positively florid, most unhealthy, almost radioactive in its vigourous carmine
I Got a chip on my shoulder and a halo on my head Im an angel with an attitude and my favorite colors red. Got all my sfe who’s that heck I don’t know but I practice my religion while I’m stepping on your toes.
my body was glowing as in the song et. glowing means shning i think. the sun is glowing. my face was glowing of happiness i love to be happy. i love the word glowingg. i dont know what else to writeee.
They relate in a glowing manner. As the symbiotic energy of their smiles radiate love toward each other their vibration transcends into even higher realms, onlookers unable to handle it’s purity begin to spin as flashes of white light close their nauseous overwhelm into shut down.
When I hear his voice, my face is glowing. Gad, this crush is bad. Just when I think I’m over it, something causes him to call and I remember how adorable he is all over again. I gush, I glow. Whatever, it makes me happy.
Even through the layers upon layers of dirty and soot cake onto their face, their humanity glowed through. Most folks here had all lived splendly privileged lives, yet still had never considered themselves to be happy. But now, in the face of this great loss, happiness has returned to them.
a pregnant women’s face glows, I look forward to having a family and babies. The glow that lets everyone know how happy you are. How happy your family is. How happy you will be for the years to come, through the diapers and tantrums and teenage breakdowns.
She had a smile on her face. Everyone kept looking at her and whispering. She knew why but didn’t want to tell anyone yet. She was glowing, she was finally pregnant after all those years of trying.
The glowing eyes that she had once fell in love with were with her once again. She stared at them as if it were the last time she’d see them. he smiled grimly, and grabbed her waist.
It wouldn’t stop glowing. That was the first of many problems, but, as we have already been over at length, those problems will come later. Much later. This was a big problem.
It just wouldn’t stop. I hit it, kicked it, threw it, sliced it a little bit and even licked it. The only thing I learned was that the glow is contadious. Now my entire house has the glow.
The entire block was attracted to mine, and now i only fear one thing;
The fuel cells shimmered in front of him. To much power and no where for it to go. Kogoth grabbed his tool and struggled to do something about the glow that could kill them all.
She walked down the hall, a spring in her step and a shine in her eyes. Her hips swung in accompaniment with her clicking heels, showing off her long, slender legs, and rippled her long, silk mane of hair. She was beautiful, and believed herself to be glowing. Too bad she wasn’t actually glowing; she was just orange.
He stood in awe, transfixed, the hustle and bustle all around him faded into insignificance. New York, the greatest city in the world, vanished before him. He could only see the luminesnence of her- a golden angel.
Everything in front of my eyes was glowing: the candle that she held, illuminating her face. her skin shone with such luminosity that i couldn’t be sure whether it was tan, or fair: just bright, soft and shining in the light of the flame. Her eyes flickered with secrets.
i never understood when people say “you’re glowing” when someone’s pregnant. to me, they always just look like they’re in pain and miserable. pregnancy just freaks me out in general. it completely transforms your body, sometimes in abad way. things are never the same. so i don’t understand how that makes you glow…
With this word, a picture of glowing beautiful girl came in my mind. With skin so radiant that seems as if it is glowing. I always wanted to have glowing skin but i don’t. Sigh
glowing in my heart. rotting rotting rotting in my soul. is there a difference…i don’t know. is there help? yes. can i ask for it. no.
why…when will this end? when can I move on?
Glowing lights flicker around the trees late at night. It illuminates a bright light that gives one a warm feeling.
sometimes i think life should glow i think my favorite memories of childhood involved things that did–lightening bug catching, picnics in bright sun, and when all the lights went out and we pulled out all our candles.
the sky was glowing as the early dawn broke out over the river illuminating everything in its wake as it reached the highest peak on the mountain. no one was up early this early morning, no one that is except for little peter. he was always up, every day at the same time to watch the beautiful sunrise over the mountain top.
Many seeing glowing lanterns, glowing lights at the end of a tunnel and glowing beauty from beautiful women who walk across ballroom floors. But glowing is the soft, burning passion that fires within one’s soul.
light. the sunrise was bright. sitting. watching, holding hands. glowing skein after the warm, bright summer. long summer nights. glowing faces. smiling. the sun goes down on the ocean. happiness.
glowing with pride.
glowing with love, see it shining from her eyes.
the way that she looks at you.
the way that she’ll smile when you walk into the room.
so happy to have you close to her.
so happy to have you belong to her.
she’ll do anything for you, don’t you see?
see it in her eyes.
look closer, look down under.
see how she glows when you’re around.
My glowing aura sweeps across everyone I pass: influencing, coloring, and bending the nature of others with its energy. A stranger – a man, a woman, a child – begins glowing along with me, in tune. Whether for good or bad.
She’s glowing. He’s obviously her perfect. She has no idea. He can’t handle the way she talks or moves or tastes… He’s trying to decide how to tell her. She’s trying to see her life with him in thirty years. Love. Isn’t it fun?
My eyes are glowing. Why? Because I haven’t slept in days. They are glistening with the tears of exhaustion. Well I realize I may have been going a bit too fast officer but you surely can’t be serious. Yes, I understand that I was speeding but I was on a skateboard, that can’t count? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GIVING ME A TICKET!? No I DO understand that you have a job to do and that you must explain this to your supervisor, but how am I supposed to explain to my insurance company that I got points on my license for speeding on a skateboard!?
I wish I could wake up in the morning like my dog does, full of energy with both a smile and a yawn. But she’s only a year old. I was like that when I was a kid. Perhaps in a couple years, I’ll wake up to find her in the kitchen, half awake with a cup of coffee in one paw and a stack of bills in the other.
The lights twinkled down from the ceiling onto the crowd. All of these bodies close together for one night of care-free, nervous, excited moments all balled into one. I stared at everyone, their faces glowing with smiles. I looked at him and smiled.
I saw the rain. I saw the skies. They were glowing. My mind was glowing too, full of energy and thoughts and ideas. Glowing is a colour, glowing is a feeling. My Flemish friend often describes pain as “glowing”. Glowing is warm, and hot. Glowing is rich.
this word reminds me of the sun. it glows and beams and makes you feel warm. it also makes me think of a pregnant lady or new mother. and children who are successful. it makes me think of love. that positive glowing happiness that you can’t avoid. love. that’s it.
stars, dark, brilliant, amazing, me, glitter, diamonds, glow sticks, techno, smile, beauty, clean. I dont have an idea
Change of scenery. Glowing! I like to glow…radiating mellow drop of wholesome goodness. Energy glows from within the parabola. Exuding radiation that can separate from any existence following a force strong enough to unravel. In the dark i follow the light….always allowing ample room to scamper away if need be.
the sun glows onto my face as i ste onto the hot sand. as second pass it becomes to uch to handle and i start to run. Hopping from one ball of my foot to the other i fell the salt from the ocean make my hair beautiful and my skin clean. I collarps onto the sand, lusting to be alive
The candle was glowing. It wasn’t a majestic glow or anything but it was enough. It made up for the lack of stars in the sky and the too-dim moon that hung over the city. He didn’t say much to her, only a quick huff as the candle blew out. She smiled knowingly and held the candle closer as he attempted to relight it.
She glowed like the first day of September, kissed by sun and unafraid of the darkness that lay ahead. This day would undoubtedly hold the revelations she had been waiting to unravel. Like the last breath of some flowers final petals fall, she released her need to understand his reasons and stepped on to the train knowing that the release of this need would ironically bring about the discoveries she once yearned to find.
her skin was glowing was my immediate thought
don’t begin to think i was complimenting her
it was positively florid, most unhealthy, almost radioactive in its vigourous carmine
Her face glowed in the light of the moon. It was like every god in existence chose her as their vessel of beauty; a gift to mankind.
I Got a chip on my shoulder and a halo on my head Im an angel with an attitude and my favorite colors red. Got all my sfe who’s that heck I don’t know but I practice my religion while I’m stepping on your toes.
glowing orbs of something in the glowing evening light, ominous or special or just forcedly pretty
stars broke the serentiy of the night sky. Small and delicate. The sun watched jealously.
my body was glowing as in the song et. glowing means shning i think. the sun is glowing. my face was glowing of happiness i love to be happy. i love the word glowingg. i dont know what else to writeee.
They relate in a glowing manner. As the symbiotic energy of their smiles radiate love toward each other their vibration transcends into even higher realms, onlookers unable to handle it’s purity begin to spin as flashes of white light close their nauseous overwhelm into shut down.
When I hear his voice, my face is glowing. Gad, this crush is bad. Just when I think I’m over it, something causes him to call and I remember how adorable he is all over again. I gush, I glow. Whatever, it makes me happy.
He watched the rain fall
against the
flickering neon
glowing with the
hazy blue
of chemical aftershock
painting
electric sparks
on the wet pavement
Even through the layers upon layers of dirty and soot cake onto their face, their humanity glowed through. Most folks here had all lived splendly privileged lives, yet still had never considered themselves to be happy. But now, in the face of this great loss, happiness has returned to them.
a pregnant women’s face glows, I look forward to having a family and babies. The glow that lets everyone know how happy you are. How happy your family is. How happy you will be for the years to come, through the diapers and tantrums and teenage breakdowns.
She had a smile on her face. Everyone kept looking at her and whispering. She knew why but didn’t want to tell anyone yet. She was glowing, she was finally pregnant after all those years of trying.
The glowing eyes that she had once fell in love with were with her once again. She stared at them as if it were the last time she’d see them. he smiled grimly, and grabbed her waist.
“I’m not letting you go” he whispered in her ear.
It wouldn’t stop glowing. That was the first of many problems, but, as we have already been over at length, those problems will come later. Much later. This was a big problem.
It just wouldn’t stop. I hit it, kicked it, threw it, sliced it a little bit and even licked it. The only thing I learned was that the glow is contadious. Now my entire house has the glow.
The entire block was attracted to mine, and now i only fear one thing;
Global Glow
sun, moon, stars, pregnancy, child, love, eyes, smile, in love, baby, beautiful, amazing, sunshine, warm air, tan skin
The fuel cells shimmered in front of him. To much power and no where for it to go. Kogoth grabbed his tool and struggled to do something about the glow that could kill them all.
She walked down the hall, a spring in her step and a shine in her eyes. Her hips swung in accompaniment with her clicking heels, showing off her long, slender legs, and rippled her long, silk mane of hair. She was beautiful, and believed herself to be glowing. Too bad she wasn’t actually glowing; she was just orange.
He stood in awe, transfixed, the hustle and bustle all around him faded into insignificance. New York, the greatest city in the world, vanished before him. He could only see the luminesnence of her- a golden angel.
Everything in front of my eyes was glowing: the candle that she held, illuminating her face. her skin shone with such luminosity that i couldn’t be sure whether it was tan, or fair: just bright, soft and shining in the light of the flame. Her eyes flickered with secrets.