my palms are sweaty when he looks at me like that..how could i possibly be this close to somone this intense..never could i have imagined it would be like this..my first taste of sweet ecstasy..i can even fathom this in a moments time.
my palm was resting on my mouse and now it is grazing the keyboard because i am typing with only one hand. My other hand was holding a brownie, but now I am finishing the last bite of said brownie, which is sad because it was really good. By the way, what is the point of this website? I “stumbled upon” it…
palm of the hand is the essence of man.
in a time of the sand its in rather demand.
its a can or a fan or a ramma lam fim fam.
it makes me say a-good-god-damn.
no ham, no RAM, no piece of flim-flam
will make me forget the palm of man
in the palm of my hand i hold the truth, the honest to goodness plan of action to save the world. in the palm of my hand i hold peace, love, prosperity, and power. in the palm of my hand is a universe. in the palm of my hand is a book.
When you touch the palm the nerves react in such a way that makes my heart tingle. Tracing the lines makes me feel like you don’t want me to die, as if you want my life line to go beyond what its supposed to. Both of us know it won’t, but yet we still try.
I stretch these frail arms to the top of the sky grasping with the palm of my hands what was launched into air. Gazing off into distance towards something beautiful far beyond light years that surrounds us.
in the palm i kept everything that i kept dear and rational to me. the rationality of the palm has led me to believe that i can share it with other people. upon recieving such a precious gift people are often taken aback. do not be surprized by the variety of responces you may recieve upon commiting such a deed.
it was too soft for work yet, fit for the teddy bear, the baby soap. how interesting, then , that the palm was ever on my whiskery chin – day’s end stubble – his wee palm explatory and even pressing on ROUGH.
In the palm of my hand I have a lot of lines. A mole, some scars on my left hand. My hands are fat, rounder than the rest of my body. Soft. An academic, I don’t work with my hands, except for my writers bump, which is huge and calloused.
I like palm trees. They don’t bring shade on a Sunny day, but I still like them. They are tall and the only leaves are way at the top. I really think they are beautiful.
in the fifteenth day, the palm trees could not stand upon themselves. The trunks were decayed to ash and the flavor of the bark as we burned it under the skinned foxes began to become foul, and we couldn’t eat for the first time in a week.
The sky was collapsing in as well, everyday there where more storms along the beach.
the palm of her hand glistened with sweat. he looked up at her imploringly from his knees. Yes? No? the entire room stared as she blinked down at the velvety blue box.
“I love you” he said, as if it would make what he knew was coming less awkward or painful for the two of them
we will do anything we can to relate everything and anything to love. for example, i used to kiss the palms of your hands, and dance my fingers along their creases. i used to feel every inch of their surface and they were always a little rough but that was just how i loved you.
we will do anything we can to relate everything and anything to love. for example, i used to kiss the palms of your hands, and dance my fingers along their creases. i used to feel every inch of their surface and they were always a little rough but that was just how i loved you.
The palms of her hands wer unusual. Instead of the more typical near symmetry of the right and left, hers were more like fraternal twins than identical. One set of life lines was divergent and one was fused. She was sure it meant something, but what?
i have got a beautiful palm. palm.. wonderful.. i hate palm readers. what do they think of themselves. my palm has some lines. i am listening to a song so i don’t know what else to write.
in the palm of my hand there arte lines. Life lines. Love lines. Lines that may take me places. Lines in the palm that might play the chance card. Lines and palms that………….
The palm of your hand. The palm of Maradona, the hand of god. How gutted must the opposing team have been? Palm trees, quite like them, they’re nice. Floriddaaaaa.
As I am writing about this word my palms have started sweating like a pig. Palms are the most important part of a hand as they provide support for holding things.Palm islands are artificial islands in Dubai. Palm tress are found near Oasis which are the only habitable places in the vast streaches of the deserts.
Palm trees are exotic.. Far away from my daily life, they stand out there as a dream. I saw many real ones by now, but when I had to leave them, I always broke down in tears.
The fortune teller could predict anything, your future, your dreams, even your thoughts. She was gifted in many ways, this beautiful lady, and many were skeptical of her. However, with her dark blue eyes, long red hair, and sweet smile, she still managed to capture your money, time, and willingness to have your palm read.
I stare down at the palm of my hand and see the flecks of dirt left over from the digging we had done that morning. I think back to the shovels covering the ground, our clothes caked with dirt, but our eyes brimmed with excitement at the thought of discovering something new.
I outstretched my palm to the creature, it hesitated, then began to eat from it. I was in amazement. That I was actually in a position to feed a tyranasaurus. Soon after, my hand twitched, and out of fear, the dinosaur took my arm clear off. It was a good day.
sunday. clapping. one hand clapping. one palm clapping. palming a coin. coin tricks. sarah palin. palmay. plain. music, applause. awards. tropics. beach. coconuts. vacation.
i like palm pre, ithink thats what is called, so much fuss about the iphone and the plam pre. commercialism thats what is about, what about the days when didn’t need phones. communications society lacks this
The palm spoke to me in ways I had never imagined. All my life I had been told to talk to the hand, the first time I actually heeded the advice was an epiphany. It was a sage, a seer and a prophet. It spoke of passion and pain and fire.
I listened, enraptured….
my palms are sweaty when he looks at me like that..how could i possibly be this close to somone this intense..never could i have imagined it would be like this..my first taste of sweet ecstasy..i can even fathom this in a moments time.
The palm of my hands were sweaty as I walked into my new school.
my palm was resting on my mouse and now it is grazing the keyboard because i am typing with only one hand. My other hand was holding a brownie, but now I am finishing the last bite of said brownie, which is sad because it was really good. By the way, what is the point of this website? I “stumbled upon” it…
It’s a beach in Hawaii–gently swaying in the breeze. Blue ocean, sunny sky. Quiet.
It’s right there. His palm is face up and his fingers are spread wide.
It’s a quiet invitation.
Her hand shakes but she slowly slides it into his. She knows the best choice she’s ever made.
פאלם זה דקל, עשוי להיות עליו תמר, לא שזיף.
כשאמא אפתה לי פאי שזיפים זה לא נגמר טוב.
דיוושתי במהירות המקסימלית לילדה בת 5 ובסוף היא ניקתה אותו מהתחתונים שלי.
palm of the hand is the essence of man.
in a time of the sand its in rather demand.
its a can or a fan or a ramma lam fim fam.
it makes me say a-good-god-damn.
no ham, no RAM, no piece of flim-flam
will make me forget the palm of man
in the palm of my hand i hold the truth, the honest to goodness plan of action to save the world. in the palm of my hand i hold peace, love, prosperity, and power. in the palm of my hand is a universe. in the palm of my hand is a book.
I cupped the water in the palm of my hand, trying to keep it held within but leaking more of it every second.
When you touch the palm the nerves react in such a way that makes my heart tingle. Tracing the lines makes me feel like you don’t want me to die, as if you want my life line to go beyond what its supposed to. Both of us know it won’t, but yet we still try.
I stretch these frail arms to the top of the sky grasping with the palm of my hands what was launched into air. Gazing off into distance towards something beautiful far beyond light years that surrounds us.
in the palm i kept everything that i kept dear and rational to me. the rationality of the palm has led me to believe that i can share it with other people. upon recieving such a precious gift people are often taken aback. do not be surprized by the variety of responces you may recieve upon commiting such a deed.
it was too soft for work yet, fit for the teddy bear, the baby soap. how interesting, then , that the palm was ever on my whiskery chin – day’s end stubble – his wee palm explatory and even pressing on ROUGH.
In the palm of my hand I have a lot of lines. A mole, some scars on my left hand. My hands are fat, rounder than the rest of my body. Soft. An academic, I don’t work with my hands, except for my writers bump, which is huge and calloused.
I like palm trees. They don’t bring shade on a Sunny day, but I still like them. They are tall and the only leaves are way at the top. I really think they are beautiful.
at the palm of her hand she hold the future of the end of our relashionship
in the fifteenth day, the palm trees could not stand upon themselves. The trunks were decayed to ash and the flavor of the bark as we burned it under the skinned foxes began to become foul, and we couldn’t eat for the first time in a week.
The sky was collapsing in as well, everyday there where more storms along the beach.
the palm of her hand glistened with sweat. he looked up at her imploringly from his knees. Yes? No? the entire room stared as she blinked down at the velvety blue box.
“I love you” he said, as if it would make what he knew was coming less awkward or painful for the two of them
we will do anything we can to relate everything and anything to love. for example, i used to kiss the palms of your hands, and dance my fingers along their creases. i used to feel every inch of their surface and they were always a little rough but that was just how i loved you.
I went to a palm reader once. She took one look at my hand and gasped in horror. This lifeline, it goes on and on, but never will you have children!
I can live with that.
we will do anything we can to relate everything and anything to love. for example, i used to kiss the palms of your hands, and dance my fingers along their creases. i used to feel every inch of their surface and they were always a little rough but that was just how i loved you.
The palms of her hands wer unusual. Instead of the more typical near symmetry of the right and left, hers were more like fraternal twins than identical. One set of life lines was divergent and one was fused. She was sure it meant something, but what?
i have got a beautiful palm. palm.. wonderful.. i hate palm readers. what do they think of themselves. my palm has some lines. i am listening to a song so i don’t know what else to write.
in the palm of my hand there arte lines. Life lines. Love lines. Lines that may take me places. Lines in the palm that might play the chance card. Lines and palms that………….
The palm of your hand. The palm of Maradona, the hand of god. How gutted must the opposing team have been? Palm trees, quite like them, they’re nice. Floriddaaaaa.
its kind of tree and have a very sweet fruit and we have alot of them in iran. and one time i had gone to saudi arabia, i saw many of them
As I am writing about this word my palms have started sweating like a pig. Palms are the most important part of a hand as they provide support for holding things.Palm islands are artificial islands in Dubai. Palm tress are found near Oasis which are the only habitable places in the vast streaches of the deserts.
palm oil. it ran into the creases of my hand. Palm on palm. Glistening and feeling good. Palm trees are
Palm trees are exotic.. Far away from my daily life, they stand out there as a dream. I saw many real ones by now, but when I had to leave them, I always broke down in tears.
The fortune teller could predict anything, your future, your dreams, even your thoughts. She was gifted in many ways, this beautiful lady, and many were skeptical of her. However, with her dark blue eyes, long red hair, and sweet smile, she still managed to capture your money, time, and willingness to have your palm read.
I stare down at the palm of my hand and see the flecks of dirt left over from the digging we had done that morning. I think back to the shovels covering the ground, our clothes caked with dirt, but our eyes brimmed with excitement at the thought of discovering something new.
I outstretched my palm to the creature, it hesitated, then began to eat from it. I was in amazement. That I was actually in a position to feed a tyranasaurus. Soon after, my hand twitched, and out of fear, the dinosaur took my arm clear off. It was a good day.
In the palm of her hand was a huge golden ring, simple, clear and beautiful.
She hated it. It was simply an ugly round, circle thing that destroyed everything around her.
She guessed it would be fairly simple to throw it away.
sunday. clapping. one hand clapping. one palm clapping. palming a coin. coin tricks. sarah palin. palmay. plain. music, applause. awards. tropics. beach. coconuts. vacation.
i like palm pre, ithink thats what is called, so much fuss about the iphone and the plam pre. commercialism thats what is about, what about the days when didn’t need phones. communications society lacks this
The palm spoke to me in ways I had never imagined. All my life I had been told to talk to the hand, the first time I actually heeded the advice was an epiphany. It was a sage, a seer and a prophet. It spoke of passion and pain and fire.
I listened, enraptured….
The palm trees danced in the wind.
It was interesting to watch.
Such elegant movements.
They were beautiful.
palm of the hand is holding a twig. it is signifigant very, somhow. this is cataclismic. the twig is dry. and the sun is shining.
palm of the hand is holding a twig. it is signifigant very, somhow. this is cataclismic. the twig is dry. and the sun is shining.