Pastels are colors in the fashion world. They are very popular in spring and summer. They show innocence. Many people used them to color block and painted their nails with these colors.
I began to paint today,
Before i knew it, my pastel ran out.
I didn’t know what to do.
So I went to the store to buy new pastel.
There I met the most beautiful girl.
I dated and married her.
We bought a house and had a family.
I still don’t have pastel, but now I have something more.
Of coure, Pastel, a tool for shaping the beautiful flowers and landscapes of the country. No one will be able to show you, with any other impliment, the true reflection of color and light, that Pastel can. It is quite true, believe me.
her pastel dress blended nicely with the pastel walls in her room, in fact they blended so nicely that she disappeared completely and that is exactly what she wanted, disappear in the sugary sweet colour of the world she created.
The lake was frozen stiff with great swirls of flakes gathering at my feet. The pastel sunset reflected gently off the surface and left me feeling calm, albeit cold as hell.
i love pastel colors, every spring i cover myself in them be it my clothes, hair nails. in hopes of it making me happier. happy colors happy girl? one can hope little things like this work, and hell sometimes they do. which is great, i just wish i could always be as happy as pastel colors.
Upon seeing the pastel palate of condos lining the riverside I wondered what the next trend would be. It reminded me of stale saltine crackers and mint candy at my grandmothers; tacky and comforting.
Pastel is bright easter eggs with candy inside. Pastel is frilly dresses poofed out that spin when I twirl. Pastel is the color of girlhood and innocence and simplicity and everything I want back, everything I lost in his hands.
your mouth is pastel
and my love is neon.
we do not compliment each other
despite our wonderful words and
smiles and kisses
pastel. light.
the Easter bunny isn’t real
The pastels smeared across the paper as she thought. How was it that pastels made her feel so much better? It was like an electric current coursing through her veins.
reminds me of easter. pastel colors are on most easter eggs, and look good on Brunette’s. I see a lot of pastel colors in baby outfits and clothings, as well as hospitals for some reason. I’m not a huge fan of them, I prefer louder colors that pop all though everone needs some pastel i
the color women should wear “Men love pastels on a woman” this line comes from the movie, Now and Then…with Tom Hanks wife…I forget her name and Rosie O’Donnel (not sure how to spell that) and Demi Moore and…the chick with blond hair hair that says “Hey Bitches!” when she arrives….good movie. Although I suppose “Pastel” is also a color group, I believe the light color group…makes me think of easter but I’m not quite sure if those are the colors…I don’t think Pastels are my kind of color. Since I’m a red head I think my colors, so to speak, are “Jewel Tones”
color cornucopia on my windshield, easter in the spring with lace dresses for little girls and white shoes all around. The boys throw eggs while the girls squeal and laugh, being young and offensive. parents watch, mildly amused but turn away.
The pastel color of the balloons filled me with an odd sort of hate. I lived and loved in a house that was made of pastel colors: blue, green, yellow, and orange. The coushions on the couch and the wind that blew through the curtains were all light. I hated it. There was a fakeness to it; the house tried to hard. I tried to hard, he tried to hard. This, I knew, could not be love.
And yet the pastel color of the balloons were beautiful, and I didn’t have to try to hate them.
pastel. light colors. spring. girls. cute. children. nurseries. faded. what exactly does it mean? artsy? soft? feminine? delicate? flowers. chalk. childhood. pale. lavender and pink and mint green.
It is a color, or well a tone of colors, this defines all the soft tonalities of colors. They remind me of tenderness and the blue sky, they are like soft and very light. They can sometimes be thought to be dull, since they may not be too bright colored, they are not so strong. They are friendly colors, don’t push you to do anything, not like neon colors that make you see them. No, pastel, referred to colors are the colors that make you be peaceful, since they push you to do nothing, therefore, you are yourself.
We drew with pastel chalk on large sheets of black paper. At first, just scribbling incoherently. Like a sculptor, we were digging out what lay beneath the surface. I drew a giraffe. She, a narwhal.
calm, babies, drawing swirls and painting nurseries, nursery rhymes and humpty dumpty and crescent moons, all sweet and summer and innocence, pink blue yellow, tea parties and curls.
The walls were pastel pink, she noted. The color was horrid and did little to quell her feelings of rage. How could this happen? In her family, no less? They were better than this. Sophisticated, even. Apparently, she had been wrong. Things change, and not always for the better. The door opened with a soft click and her mother stepped through.
the lighter shades of colors the ones that take you back in time a little bit. think of all the crazy shit people would wear everyday, lilike it was nothing new, everyone walked around looking like they just popped out of a rainbow. but pastel was invented to make it more suddle wasnt it? Who really knows, but they’re aweeesome.
Uhg. Unless of course you mean the media and not the color range. Then, pastels are pretty cool; but dry pastels, not oil pastels; those those are just too messy.
the pastel colors made a beautiful effect on the canvas. as i continued to draw, an image of a person came to life. with my fingers i smudged the lines and shadows into place until a work of art unfolded in front of me. the more hours i spent, the more it became the image i wanted it to be
Pastels are pretty cool if your’e artsy. but I”m really bad at being artsy. I know a lot of artsy girls who enjoy doing things with pastels, like the colors. Because pastel is a description of things and you can’t really do that. That’s like saying I use red on everything. I guess that’s pretty cool but it doesnt make sense. Actually I like pastels a lot. Pastels are nice but I only own dark colors because I’m a dark soul living in a dark world with dark people and dark things for dark reasons in a dark life.
the thing i make movements with
across a blank canvas
it’s BRIGHT, and then smooth,
the texture underneath
the ridges of my fingertips.
smooth. like red wine.
Pastel, for a baby,
the little room in yellow and blue. easter eggs.
Pastel. like the color of your pale skin.
smooth. like the feel of your pale easter egg skin under my lips.
wir haben in letzter zeit viele worte mit hartem b. astel. das das ist eine bezeichnung für eine farbgruvve. die sind relativ sanft aber in der hellen richtung. wenn sie dunkel sind heißen sie gedeckt.
A pastel is a color having a soft, subdued shade. I think pastels are beautiful colors. They don’t hurt your eyes when you look at them, where when you look at neon colors they are very bright and hurt your eyes. I still like neon colors though.
The sky was pastel then though I don’t remember it that way. My memory colors are saturated like a sponge with cold clear water from a stream of pastel greens.
There were pastels in the river. Her mother had emptied them out into the river when she caught her drawing with them. Her father had not stopped her. And now, all of the beautiful colours ran together. She could see where they individually started, and then track their progress downstream as they slowly dissolved into a muddy, opaque sort of ordeal.
colorfull
Pastels are colors in the fashion world. They are very popular in spring and summer. They show innocence. Many people used them to color block and painted their nails with these colors.
Spring through the eyes of a child.
Bright colors and soft warmth,
Bringing new life to a landscape of grey.
Strength in new hues.
I began to paint today,
Before i knew it, my pastel ran out.
I didn’t know what to do.
So I went to the store to buy new pastel.
There I met the most beautiful girl.
I dated and married her.
We bought a house and had a family.
I still don’t have pastel, but now I have something more.
Of coure, Pastel, a tool for shaping the beautiful flowers and landscapes of the country. No one will be able to show you, with any other impliment, the true reflection of color and light, that Pastel can. It is quite true, believe me.
Pastels are great uses for artists. Derp derp derp I don’t know what to talk about anymore, haha. Pastels are smooth and blend well. I like purple.
her pastel dress blended nicely with the pastel walls in her room, in fact they blended so nicely that she disappeared completely and that is exactly what she wanted, disappear in the sugary sweet colour of the world she created.
The lake was frozen stiff with great swirls of flakes gathering at my feet. The pastel sunset reflected gently off the surface and left me feeling calm, albeit cold as hell.
i love pastel colors, every spring i cover myself in them be it my clothes, hair nails. in hopes of it making me happier. happy colors happy girl? one can hope little things like this work, and hell sometimes they do. which is great, i just wish i could always be as happy as pastel colors.
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loca madura
A pastel is a thing you make beatiful art. xD
~Twerewolf~
Upon seeing the pastel palate of condos lining the riverside I wondered what the next trend would be. It reminded me of stale saltine crackers and mint candy at my grandmothers; tacky and comforting.
color of soft things. babies’ toys. spring. light airy.
Pastel is bright easter eggs with candy inside. Pastel is frilly dresses poofed out that spin when I twirl. Pastel is the color of girlhood and innocence and simplicity and everything I want back, everything I lost in his hands.
pastel oh pastel. you bring such fascinating paintings to a hult. sucking the life out of all the bright vibrant colors…making everything so dull.
I like a pastel. It reminds me of something I can eat. Some are dull. Some are bright. But they look good on clothes. Pastels are great!
your mouth is pastel
and my love is neon.
we do not compliment each other
despite our wonderful words and
smiles and kisses
pastel. light.
the Easter bunny isn’t real
The pastels smeared across the paper as she thought. How was it that pastels made her feel so much better? It was like an electric current coursing through her veins.
reminds me of easter. pastel colors are on most easter eggs, and look good on Brunette’s. I see a lot of pastel colors in baby outfits and clothings, as well as hospitals for some reason. I’m not a huge fan of them, I prefer louder colors that pop all though everone needs some pastel i
the color women should wear “Men love pastels on a woman” this line comes from the movie, Now and Then…with Tom Hanks wife…I forget her name and Rosie O’Donnel (not sure how to spell that) and Demi Moore and…the chick with blond hair hair that says “Hey Bitches!” when she arrives….good movie. Although I suppose “Pastel” is also a color group, I believe the light color group…makes me think of easter but I’m not quite sure if those are the colors…I don’t think Pastels are my kind of color. Since I’m a red head I think my colors, so to speak, are “Jewel Tones”
color cornucopia on my windshield, easter in the spring with lace dresses for little girls and white shoes all around. The boys throw eggs while the girls squeal and laugh, being young and offensive. parents watch, mildly amused but turn away.
Pastel colors are just precious. They remind me of softness and romantc
The pastel color of the balloons filled me with an odd sort of hate. I lived and loved in a house that was made of pastel colors: blue, green, yellow, and orange. The coushions on the couch and the wind that blew through the curtains were all light. I hated it. There was a fakeness to it; the house tried to hard. I tried to hard, he tried to hard. This, I knew, could not be love.
And yet the pastel color of the balloons were beautiful, and I didn’t have to try to hate them.
pastel. light colors. spring. girls. cute. children. nurseries. faded. what exactly does it mean? artsy? soft? feminine? delicate? flowers. chalk. childhood. pale. lavender and pink and mint green.
Pastel like a blue sky, made soft by the suns fading rays; it is beautiful and soft.
I can see the soft colors of spring air. I breathe them and I let myself feel them. I am happy. I am warm.
It is a color, or well a tone of colors, this defines all the soft tonalities of colors. They remind me of tenderness and the blue sky, they are like soft and very light. They can sometimes be thought to be dull, since they may not be too bright colored, they are not so strong. They are friendly colors, don’t push you to do anything, not like neon colors that make you see them. No, pastel, referred to colors are the colors that make you be peaceful, since they push you to do nothing, therefore, you are yourself.
pastel colors, like easter eggs. Pastel blue, the sky so pastel blue. Pastel soft, gentle colors. Light and happy. Simple. Happiness. Innocence. Pure
We drew with pastel chalk on large sheets of black paper. At first, just scribbling incoherently. Like a sculptor, we were digging out what lay beneath the surface. I drew a giraffe. She, a narwhal.
calm, babies, drawing swirls and painting nurseries, nursery rhymes and humpty dumpty and crescent moons, all sweet and summer and innocence, pink blue yellow, tea parties and curls.
The walls were pastel pink, she noted. The color was horrid and did little to quell her feelings of rage. How could this happen? In her family, no less? They were better than this. Sophisticated, even. Apparently, she had been wrong. Things change, and not always for the better. The door opened with a soft click and her mother stepped through.
the lighter shades of colors the ones that take you back in time a little bit. think of all the crazy shit people would wear everyday, lilike it was nothing new, everyone walked around looking like they just popped out of a rainbow. but pastel was invented to make it more suddle wasnt it? Who really knows, but they’re aweeesome.
Uhg. Unless of course you mean the media and not the color range. Then, pastels are pretty cool; but dry pastels, not oil pastels; those those are just too messy.
the pastel colors made a beautiful effect on the canvas. as i continued to draw, an image of a person came to life. with my fingers i smudged the lines and shadows into place until a work of art unfolded in front of me. the more hours i spent, the more it became the image i wanted it to be
Pastels are pretty cool if your’e artsy. but I”m really bad at being artsy. I know a lot of artsy girls who enjoy doing things with pastels, like the colors. Because pastel is a description of things and you can’t really do that. That’s like saying I use red on everything. I guess that’s pretty cool but it doesnt make sense. Actually I like pastels a lot. Pastels are nice but I only own dark colors because I’m a dark soul living in a dark world with dark people and dark things for dark reasons in a dark life.
the thing i make movements with
across a blank canvas
it’s BRIGHT, and then smooth,
the texture underneath
the ridges of my fingertips.
smooth. like red wine.
Pastel, for a baby,
the little room in yellow and blue. easter eggs.
Pastel. like the color of your pale skin.
smooth. like the feel of your pale easter egg skin under my lips.
wir haben in letzter zeit viele worte mit hartem b. astel. das das ist eine bezeichnung für eine farbgruvve. die sind relativ sanft aber in der hellen richtung. wenn sie dunkel sind heißen sie gedeckt.
A pastel is a color having a soft, subdued shade. I think pastels are beautiful colors. They don’t hurt your eyes when you look at them, where when you look at neon colors they are very bright and hurt your eyes. I still like neon colors though.
The sky was pastel then though I don’t remember it that way. My memory colors are saturated like a sponge with cold clear water from a stream of pastel greens.
There were pastels in the river. Her mother had emptied them out into the river when she caught her drawing with them. Her father had not stopped her. And now, all of the beautiful colours ran together. She could see where they individually started, and then track their progress downstream as they slowly dissolved into a muddy, opaque sort of ordeal.