after i realize that my face was glowing i thought that i had something to do with the interview i just had a day before where i told my posible future boss to fuck him seld after he ask me if i had any prior experience in the field
the glowing worm floated down the river in the glowing moonlight. the fish saw the glowing worm swimming down the glowing river and ate the glowing worm. the fish then began glowing as the glowing worm slowly digested inside of him. the fish swam away down the glowing river.
The stars, your smile, everything about that night burns in my memory. It doesn’t fade, even with weeks months years gone by. It remains. It glows. Like the last embers of a campfire burning into the wee hours of the dawn. You have been burned onto my soul.
She was glowing…yellows and golds, as the rays seemed to frame her face. Her hair fell over her face, over one eye. She looked up at me with those piercing blues…and all at once I melted, with a heaviness, and yet a lightness of heart. She made me glow.
Wedding day glow, the rosepetal stain of love on her cheeks and the secret of her prince on her lips, veiled and white-ribboned, she is glowing. love and life is all that matters, glow and the gloss of the child.
The early morning sky was glowing with a different shade of orange than she had ever seen before. As the sunlight streamed across her bare curves she thought of how much everything had changed. She didn’t even recognize her life from a year prior.
Glowing.. like my heart the first time he bought me roses. He danced with me on his mothers front porch. I melted on the inside. I miss times like that. Now it’s all stress and trying to make it through
My throat is glowing red
soar
from swearing to the picket fence dream
now i say it in vain
i know there is no tire swing
on the other side of this day dream
that i call my brain
that cranks out silly little notes
on a treble clef that no one will ever hear
Glowing is the light of the firefly or the camp fire and the child’s eyes glowing is the life of the mother who loves the necklace clasped in her hands, or the life of the girls’ first love. glowing is the stars in her eyes and the rosepetal blush on her cheeks and the stain on her lips that signifies the best.
my heart is glowing with joy for seeing you today. i was so happy and i got to get a hug but you seem to be fading or i seem to be too pushy i want you to be happy to see me like i am for you. i think i’m in love with you. you make me sooo fucking smiley and crazy im sorry i fucked up your junk
sunshine falling across my face, i dance endlessly across the space, i am glowing. glowing comes from within. it is true happiness, true ecstasy. or merely the pulse of a lava lamp in the darkness. glowing is a beautiful word, holding a beautiful meaning with endless possibilities.
my heart is glowing with desire, the desire to know the meaning of life. my eyes are glowing as well, their glowing with the hunger for knowledge for the true meaning of life. my heart glows for that special someone to make my life complete. that girl that makes my eyes and heart glow brighter then the brightest of stars.
her face was glowing inhe moonlight. The shadows from the clouds above moved over us as we listened to the waves crash on the cliffs below. Her touch on my hand nearly thawed the sensation of the cold railing in my palm. HEr hand moved up my arm and I was frozen in the wind as her lips touched my neck. her lips were cool at first but warmed as they pressed harder into my flesh. I felt the puncture of her teeth but was unable to stop her.
She glowed. no, she radiated. This was her day. This was her moment. It was meant to be. This was her love. He was her light in the darkest of times. Together, they glowed. And they glowed until the end of time, the end.
A bright, shining light. Radiant, pulsating. A beautiful bride or a new mother, so happy that the cruelty of this world seems to pass away and we suddenly live in a place of beauty and happiness. Nothing could go wrong; all is right with the world.
the sun is glowing, people glow when they are happy, my heart glows for individuals, love glows, the world glows, angels glow, when you smile you glow, what a girl looks like when she is in love, when a new baby is born the parents are glowing, we all glow at some point in our lives. it can be taken literally or meant as a feeling/emotion. i think glowing is what a person is when they are truly happy. a pregnant mother glows everyday cause she is growing new life. the world glows. the human race is a glowing creation, learning and adapting everyday, evolving and trying to better itself. the world will be considered perfect when it can be considered as “glowing”.
everything was glowing. your eyes were brighter than any star ive seen since that day. i will never forget how the moon reflected off the water as we walked along the water. the sounds of the water rolling into the sand matched perfectly with our racing heartbeats. love was in the air around us.
One night after the Sadie Hawkins Dance, my roommate Kirsten told me I was glowing. i’m not surprised because it was the best night ever. with chase. he’s wonderful. and I miss him. so much. i loved how he would pull me close when we danced. and how we talked and i never wanted that night to end. so i guess of course i was glowing.
wings afire, wings aflame. light in darkness. you see the name, taste the name, fear the same. and then there is darkness and then there is me. can you see me, feel me, know me? i am always the same.
when i see the word glowing i think about things that make me happy. I like make-up and shopping. these things make me glow and feel good about myself. when you are happy you glow on the inside and out. your personality should always glow.
ok glowing reminds me of fireflies. I used to catch them when I went to visit my aunt and uncle when I was little. Cute little things. I felt bad though cause they would always die :( oh well they were so beautiful when they were alive. Haha i sound like a murder now. I shouldn’t be laughing at that
I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s glowing too brightly, preventing me from seeing what lies beyond. I can’t help but pick up my pace. What could it be? I run now. I’m losing breathe, but I’m almost there. The tunnel lengthens.
You always want to hear that one thing…your skin is just glowing!
From looking at celebrities on page six with their perfect glowing bronzed cheeks to the way you skin looks when it’s super resilient. Glowing also goes with Laser Tag…which never ends poorly….ahhh when there’s glowing …there’s happy!
Glowing like fire coals, her eyes burned through me, and I felt the heat of her hatred for all of my kind. It wasn’t me, I wanted to tell her, but the glowing told me she didn’t care.
Glowing reminds me of people who glow. Because they are happy. Or pregnant. Or elated with something that is going on in their lives. Glowing is an emotion. A mixture of happiness and contentedness with life in general or about one specific thing.
She was glowing that day. There was more to it than the news she had just shared, or the laughing child on her lap. I was not sure why she was smiling the way she was, but I felt inspired to find that sort of happiness to. I decided I must first look within myself.
The moon was glowing in the night sky. Ed’s eyes were set on his fiancee, and he couldn’t help but smile at how the moon’s light shone down and reflected off her skin.
fast lovely glowing lights like a beautiful horse in the array of the moonlight baby we will glow until the universe cannot handle the lampshade lighting of our beauty. darkness will not ensue. has it really not been 60 seconds yet? damn.
Glowing orbs of light attract moths like a flame. I asked a moth once why he chose to burn himself the way that he does, following the glowing light of a flame, and he said it was better to die in a burning flame of beauty than to live a wretched life. I tend to agree with him, and choose to live my life glowing every day.
i see my girlfriends face everday and it legit is glowing. it makes me sooo happy because i can be in a fucken horrible mood and she makes it soo much better and i love her so much and it seriously makes my day just seeing her smile. (: i love her. rebecca…you’re my everything. i love you
something about the way the tears dropped down her cheeks made me realize that the glowing was an illusion. that we would never be able to connect on the level we prophesied and maybe one day we’ll move on. I don’t want her to be the one that got away. I don’t want to love her anymore. I want it to be easy for once.
glowing so brightly in the moon will help you be who you want to be when you want to be it. Let me help you help yourself and we can both be the same person together. Don’t be afraid of what you can’t do. Because you can do it, we both can. Am I doing this right? I have no idea. What’s the point?
A bright glowing flame. A beautiful pregnant woman. A sunset. A magnificent candle in the wind. An amazing life in the future. A cave with glow worms glowing.
Your face glows on the retina wall of my memory – with love, anger, passion, dreams, pride. The colours of your rainbow drench me!
after i realize that my face was glowing i thought that i had something to do with the interview i just had a day before where i told my posible future boss to fuck him seld after he ask me if i had any prior experience in the field
im glowing to day so happy i have the best life ever.
the glowing worm floated down the river in the glowing moonlight. the fish saw the glowing worm swimming down the glowing river and ate the glowing worm. the fish then began glowing as the glowing worm slowly digested inside of him. the fish swam away down the glowing river.
Glowing from the carnal tenderness in my chest, this dusk takes on a different kind of viscosity in all-exposing luminosity,
The stars, your smile, everything about that night burns in my memory. It doesn’t fade, even with weeks months years gone by. It remains. It glows. Like the last embers of a campfire burning into the wee hours of the dawn. You have been burned onto my soul.
She was glowing…yellows and golds, as the rays seemed to frame her face. Her hair fell over her face, over one eye. She looked up at me with those piercing blues…and all at once I melted, with a heaviness, and yet a lightness of heart. She made me glow.
Wedding day glow, the rosepetal stain of love on her cheeks and the secret of her prince on her lips, veiled and white-ribboned, she is glowing. love and life is all that matters, glow and the gloss of the child.
The early morning sky was glowing with a different shade of orange than she had ever seen before. As the sunlight streamed across her bare curves she thought of how much everything had changed. She didn’t even recognize her life from a year prior.
Glowing.. like my heart the first time he bought me roses. He danced with me on his mothers front porch. I melted on the inside. I miss times like that. Now it’s all stress and trying to make it through
My throat is glowing red
soar
from swearing to the picket fence dream
now i say it in vain
i know there is no tire swing
on the other side of this day dream
that i call my brain
that cranks out silly little notes
on a treble clef that no one will ever hear
Glowing is the light of the firefly or the camp fire and the child’s eyes glowing is the life of the mother who loves the necklace clasped in her hands, or the life of the girls’ first love. glowing is the stars in her eyes and the rosepetal blush on her cheeks and the stain on her lips that signifies the best.
my heart is glowing with joy for seeing you today. i was so happy and i got to get a hug but you seem to be fading or i seem to be too pushy i want you to be happy to see me like i am for you. i think i’m in love with you. you make me sooo fucking smiley and crazy im sorry i fucked up your junk
What elation is the instance of a glowing “Yes!”
sunshine falling across my face, i dance endlessly across the space, i am glowing. glowing comes from within. it is true happiness, true ecstasy. or merely the pulse of a lava lamp in the darkness. glowing is a beautiful word, holding a beautiful meaning with endless possibilities.
my heart is glowing with desire, the desire to know the meaning of life. my eyes are glowing as well, their glowing with the hunger for knowledge for the true meaning of life. my heart glows for that special someone to make my life complete. that girl that makes my eyes and heart glow brighter then the brightest of stars.
her face was glowing inhe moonlight. The shadows from the clouds above moved over us as we listened to the waves crash on the cliffs below. Her touch on my hand nearly thawed the sensation of the cold railing in my palm. HEr hand moved up my arm and I was frozen in the wind as her lips touched my neck. her lips were cool at first but warmed as they pressed harder into my flesh. I felt the puncture of her teeth but was unable to stop her.
She glowed. no, she radiated. This was her day. This was her moment. It was meant to be. This was her love. He was her light in the darkest of times. Together, they glowed. And they glowed until the end of time, the end.
A bright, shining light. Radiant, pulsating. A beautiful bride or a new mother, so happy that the cruelty of this world seems to pass away and we suddenly live in a place of beauty and happiness. Nothing could go wrong; all is right with the world.
the sun is glowing, people glow when they are happy, my heart glows for individuals, love glows, the world glows, angels glow, when you smile you glow, what a girl looks like when she is in love, when a new baby is born the parents are glowing, we all glow at some point in our lives. it can be taken literally or meant as a feeling/emotion. i think glowing is what a person is when they are truly happy. a pregnant mother glows everyday cause she is growing new life. the world glows. the human race is a glowing creation, learning and adapting everyday, evolving and trying to better itself. the world will be considered perfect when it can be considered as “glowing”.
everything was glowing. your eyes were brighter than any star ive seen since that day. i will never forget how the moon reflected off the water as we walked along the water. the sounds of the water rolling into the sand matched perfectly with our racing heartbeats. love was in the air around us.
One night after the Sadie Hawkins Dance, my roommate Kirsten told me I was glowing. i’m not surprised because it was the best night ever. with chase. he’s wonderful. and I miss him. so much. i loved how he would pull me close when we danced. and how we talked and i never wanted that night to end. so i guess of course i was glowing.
wings afire, wings aflame. light in darkness. you see the name, taste the name, fear the same. and then there is darkness and then there is me. can you see me, feel me, know me? i am always the same.
when i see the word glowing i think about things that make me happy. I like make-up and shopping. these things make me glow and feel good about myself. when you are happy you glow on the inside and out. your personality should always glow.
ok glowing reminds me of fireflies. I used to catch them when I went to visit my aunt and uncle when I was little. Cute little things. I felt bad though cause they would always die :( oh well they were so beautiful when they were alive. Haha i sound like a murder now. I shouldn’t be laughing at that
I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s glowing too brightly, preventing me from seeing what lies beyond. I can’t help but pick up my pace. What could it be? I run now. I’m losing breathe, but I’m almost there. The tunnel lengthens.
When beauty from within makes its way outside.
From either a wonderful diet or a beautiful soul.
You always want to hear that one thing…your skin is just glowing!
From looking at celebrities on page six with their perfect glowing bronzed cheeks to the way you skin looks when it’s super resilient. Glowing also goes with Laser Tag…which never ends poorly….ahhh when there’s glowing …there’s happy!
Glowing like fire coals, her eyes burned through me, and I felt the heat of her hatred for all of my kind. It wasn’t me, I wanted to tell her, but the glowing told me she didn’t care.
Glowing reminds me of people who glow. Because they are happy. Or pregnant. Or elated with something that is going on in their lives. Glowing is an emotion. A mixture of happiness and contentedness with life in general or about one specific thing.
She was glowing that day. There was more to it than the news she had just shared, or the laughing child on her lap. I was not sure why she was smiling the way she was, but I felt inspired to find that sort of happiness to. I decided I must first look within myself.
The moon was glowing in the night sky. Ed’s eyes were set on his fiancee, and he couldn’t help but smile at how the moon’s light shone down and reflected off her skin.
fast lovely glowing lights like a beautiful horse in the array of the moonlight baby we will glow until the universe cannot handle the lampshade lighting of our beauty. darkness will not ensue. has it really not been 60 seconds yet? damn.
Glowing orbs of light attract moths like a flame. I asked a moth once why he chose to burn himself the way that he does, following the glowing light of a flame, and he said it was better to die in a burning flame of beauty than to live a wretched life. I tend to agree with him, and choose to live my life glowing every day.
i see my girlfriends face everday and it legit is glowing. it makes me sooo happy because i can be in a fucken horrible mood and she makes it soo much better and i love her so much and it seriously makes my day just seeing her smile. (: i love her. rebecca…you’re my everything. i love you
something about the way the tears dropped down her cheeks made me realize that the glowing was an illusion. that we would never be able to connect on the level we prophesied and maybe one day we’ll move on. I don’t want her to be the one that got away. I don’t want to love her anymore. I want it to be easy for once.
glowing so brightly in the moon will help you be who you want to be when you want to be it. Let me help you help yourself and we can both be the same person together. Don’t be afraid of what you can’t do. Because you can do it, we both can. Am I doing this right? I have no idea. What’s the point?
Glowing, I’ve had this word twice now. It’s radiant, rampant, and repetitive.
A bright glowing flame. A beautiful pregnant woman. A sunset. A magnificent candle in the wind. An amazing life in the future. A cave with glow worms glowing.
Glowing, shimmering, shining, he kicked and screamed as he was taken to the maje