Wtf. So random. Mist? Reminds me of morning. Morning dew. And wet grass. I step in wet grass barefoot and it’s cold. THEMIST. That movie. Where they’re stuck and there’s the crazy Bible lady.
It’s that one thing in that final fantasy series that causes that bunny-chick to go crazy. The real thing feels very good on your skin in the morning; makes a run much more invigorating. It’s incredibly pretty when it gathers on lakes. Lakes rhymes with Fakes. Fakes rakes lakes takes bakes wakes flakes.
in the mist she came. glowing almost. but still she was far away. I saw her, even though I didnt want to. But I had to. She came through like a sun ray. With orange and pink surrounding her presence, I thought. Wow.
YOu try to run but it catches you… The mist ever catches you and cannot escape… you could say that if you had a knife you would cut it in pieces but the mist is not so tender as you thought
The mist was heavy and thick. There were many storms that passed this week and from the storms came the mist. It was so thick that parents kept their children inside so that they would not get lost it the mist.
Her name no longer mattered.
It was insubstantial. It wouldn’t last. And through the fog of the day, there would come a tomorrow. And it would matter just as less. Less than now. And eventually she would return home, and wonder how much time away forces a place to lose its brand as home.
Mist…some white stuff you can barely see through. I like walking through it . I like seeing it. Once I went hiking and there it was a lot of mist. I liked that a lot.
mist is so magical. i mean it just rolls in and covers everything in its path. you never know what is under it. it could be anything. another world. another race of unknown creatures. sure.. its just mist.. but who knows what its hiding?
the mist was rising. it was stupid, she tyold herself, to be scared of such a thing. it was only mist. it couldn’t hurt you, it was like clouds, which were supposed to be all nice and bright and fluffly, onyl mist was only the ground and it didn’t look particularly bright nor nice nor fluflly. well, she said, i’ll live. i must. i’ll go.
there’s nothing to see here
just another day full of empty
that’s how I see it lately
just an amalgamation of boring and lazy
and I think I’m losing it, going crazy
when I can’t remember why,
don’t know what I’ve done
to get here
to be here
have what I have
and feel nothing
but lonely
there is nothing in the mist, the monsters have gone into hiding, what is the mist? The mist a sub particle eco system through which these creatures can travel. The mist is non fatal to the human race. However, what the mist hides is the real problem.
the misty water surrounded the swirling pond. fog was like rain, the air was so thick. If this was life, then it was dreary and not worth existance. depressing. poetic stanzas that hold no meaning. thick air with mist of the morning.
The mist swirled around her, encasing her in a fog so thick she could hardly breathe. Why?
Shadows don’t sleep, it answered.
She waved her hand and tried to push through mist, thinking she could escape. She heard it laugh.
mist in my eye, don’t cry one more tear for love lost, because it was found in the first place, already a miracle once, better to have lived the dream than to live without love’s sweet embrace ever having touched your heart’s lips, so welcome the mist in your eye
mist is a beautful smell koku demek mistin ne oldugunu tam olarak bilmesem de ingilizce oldugunu ve kokuyla alakali birseyler oldugunu dusunuyorum nane diyesim geliyor ama degil biliyorum aslinda misk olsa body misk falan derim ama o degil wallmart geldi suan aklima aaah ah
rain is the way the mist comes and goes my mind likens it to a day on the harbor midst the mooring kites of man on the blank screen of a tasteless morning. I have no feed for the stables, I have no need for the flock.
i walked out of my door and the car was covered with a fine coating of an oily mist. when i tried to wipe it off so that i could see, i was left with not a clean windshield but a glass that was covered with streaks and unseeable.
I looked into the mist squinting. Was that a shadow? Wait, a movement? Something dark seemed to be approaching me. Why was the mist so heavy? It was dark so it was hard to tell if the figure before me was friend or foe. I guessed foe by the way he snuck up on me rather than approach me in the normal humane fashion.
The mist swirled around them, hiding them from the cruel world beyond it. Seperating them from the fate that would befall them. As they became more hidden, the mist sucked their power, feeding itself without them knowing the fate that had now sunk its way deep into their minds.
soft morning glow, the sky is pink and the ground is moist. i breathe in the cool air, and feel the concrete under my feet. i think about the day ahead, the pressures that i will face after i hit this pavement. right now it just doesn’t matter. it’s time to run my life.
the white foggy mist slowly dense its way through the whole street as morning dawn itself on the 7th avenue, erica woke up and headed for the door of the motel, her packed bag in hand, she’s ready for her journey
i love how the sun beats down through the sky when the mist is out. Rainbows make me happy. Sky is soft and cloudy and wet. Mist is due and sticky and makes me cold. Usually mist is out on a very cold day. I love cold days.
There is always mist in the air around this school when I am walking to practice. It really makes the sunset absolutetely beautiful. I remember living in Pacifica. It was always misty there. The moisture was tolerable because it was always pretty cold there. I absolutely loved it.
The first cool mist that comes creeping into the corners of the morning is one of natures most beautiful miracles. It casts a soft glow upon the whole world, giving a soft dream like quality to all the eye can see.
I haven’t seen the movie The Mist yet, but it really looked dumb. So I guess it doesn’t matter. I normally like Stephen King… but why waste 2 hours of my life on a movie about gas?
Wtf. So random. Mist? Reminds me of morning. Morning dew. And wet grass. I step in wet grass barefoot and it’s cold. THEMIST. That movie. Where they’re stuck and there’s the crazy Bible lady.
It’s that one thing in that final fantasy series that causes that bunny-chick to go crazy. The real thing feels very good on your skin in the morning; makes a run much more invigorating. It’s incredibly pretty when it gathers on lakes. Lakes rhymes with Fakes. Fakes rakes lakes takes bakes wakes flakes.
mist
in the mist she came. glowing almost. but still she was far away. I saw her, even though I didnt want to. But I had to. She came through like a sun ray. With orange and pink surrounding her presence, I thought. Wow.
YOu try to run but it catches you… The mist ever catches you and cannot escape… you could say that if you had a knife you would cut it in pieces but the mist is not so tender as you thought
The mist was heavy and thick. There were many storms that passed this week and from the storms came the mist. It was so thick that parents kept their children inside so that they would not get lost it the mist.
Her name no longer mattered.
It was insubstantial. It wouldn’t last. And through the fog of the day, there would come a tomorrow. And it would matter just as less. Less than now. And eventually she would return home, and wonder how much time away forces a place to lose its brand as home.
mist, like smoke, but caused by coldness not heat. it spreads. devouring us all in a Grey haze.
Mist…some white stuff you can barely see through. I like walking through it . I like seeing it. Once I went hiking and there it was a lot of mist. I liked that a lot.
mist is so magical. i mean it just rolls in and covers everything in its path. you never know what is under it. it could be anything. another world. another race of unknown creatures. sure.. its just mist.. but who knows what its hiding?
the mist was rising. it was stupid, she tyold herself, to be scared of such a thing. it was only mist. it couldn’t hurt you, it was like clouds, which were supposed to be all nice and bright and fluffly, onyl mist was only the ground and it didn’t look particularly bright nor nice nor fluflly. well, she said, i’ll live. i must. i’ll go.
there’s nothing to see here
just another day full of empty
that’s how I see it lately
just an amalgamation of boring and lazy
and I think I’m losing it, going crazy
when I can’t remember why,
don’t know what I’ve done
to get here
to be here
have what I have
and feel nothing
but lonely
there is nothing in the mist, the monsters have gone into hiding, what is the mist? The mist a sub particle eco system through which these creatures can travel. The mist is non fatal to the human race. However, what the mist hides is the real problem.
soft and warm
mist
the misty water surrounded the swirling pond. fog was like rain, the air was so thick. If this was life, then it was dreary and not worth existance. depressing. poetic stanzas that hold no meaning. thick air with mist of the morning.
The mist swirled around her, encasing her in a fog so thick she could hardly breathe. Why?
Shadows don’t sleep, it answered.
She waved her hand and tried to push through mist, thinking she could escape. She heard it laugh.
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mist in my eye, don’t cry one more tear for love lost, because it was found in the first place, already a miracle once, better to have lived the dream than to live without love’s sweet embrace ever having touched your heart’s lips, so welcome the mist in your eye
mist is a beautful smell koku demek mistin ne oldugunu tam olarak bilmesem de ingilizce oldugunu ve kokuyla alakali birseyler oldugunu dusunuyorum nane diyesim geliyor ama degil biliyorum aslinda misk olsa body misk falan derim ama o degil wallmart geldi suan aklima aaah ah
Through the mist
Behind the veil
There lies heaven
There lies hell
A world alone
A silhouette
Mere shadows of love
To never forget
cool, nice, spray, brief, rest, peasceful
foggy due
over lines
inbetween states of matter
misty eyed
rain is the way the mist comes and goes my mind likens it to a day on the harbor midst the mooring kites of man on the blank screen of a tasteless morning. I have no feed for the stables, I have no need for the flock.
The mist from the shower opened her pores, and she began to sweat. The heat caused her to flush, and she glowed.
Is it fog or is it mist?
There’s not enough time to list
The many things that come to mind
The worlds will only twist and twist.
i walked out of my door and the car was covered with a fine coating of an oily mist. when i tried to wipe it off so that i could see, i was left with not a clean windshield but a glass that was covered with streaks and unseeable.
The burgeoning fog slowly turned a strange shade of red.
“What the hell?” He thought, but then he was enshrouded by the mist. It was too late. The last thing he saw was the smile of the demon as it took him.
cool and refreshing, relief from the daily route. the weather is hot and dry and the walk was long.
I looked into the mist squinting. Was that a shadow? Wait, a movement? Something dark seemed to be approaching me. Why was the mist so heavy? It was dark so it was hard to tell if the figure before me was friend or foe. I guessed foe by the way he snuck up on me rather than approach me in the normal humane fashion.
The mist swirled around them, hiding them from the cruel world beyond it. Seperating them from the fate that would befall them. As they became more hidden, the mist sucked their power, feeding itself without them knowing the fate that had now sunk its way deep into their minds.
it is thin
it feels nice
no need for humifier
I like to stay in the mist all day long
it is a water consistancy
There is nothing better than mist
soft morning glow, the sky is pink and the ground is moist. i breathe in the cool air, and feel the concrete under my feet. i think about the day ahead, the pressures that i will face after i hit this pavement. right now it just doesn’t matter. it’s time to run my life.
through the mist i can see your tears. you can’t hide them. i will always see what you try to hide.
the white foggy mist slowly dense its way through the whole street as morning dawn itself on the 7th avenue, erica woke up and headed for the door of the motel, her packed bag in hand, she’s ready for her journey
i love how the sun beats down through the sky when the mist is out. Rainbows make me happy. Sky is soft and cloudy and wet. Mist is due and sticky and makes me cold. Usually mist is out on a very cold day. I love cold days.
thick vines silhouette themselves through vapor, hanging limp like parted, fallen lips
like disembodied limbs
There is always mist in the air around this school when I am walking to practice. It really makes the sunset absolutetely beautiful. I remember living in Pacifica. It was always misty there. The moisture was tolerable because it was always pretty cold there. I absolutely loved it.
The first cool mist that comes creeping into the corners of the morning is one of natures most beautiful miracles. It casts a soft glow upon the whole world, giving a soft dream like quality to all the eye can see.
I haven’t seen the movie The Mist yet, but it really looked dumb. So I guess it doesn’t matter. I normally like Stephen King… but why waste 2 hours of my life on a movie about gas?