the dress was something i would never chose for myself but it flattered her complexion greatly. She twirled in the dress like a princess and giggled like a child seeing her first pair of adult heels. She was so happy and all i could do was watch her be happy.
pastel is a art suplie, its makes the best art!! it remeinds me of bright cololrs ranging from neon blue to and exotic purple, but it can also be a soft yellow, or a simpe pink, its calming yet exciting!
The word pastel. The only thing that comes to mind is that thing that you right with. I believe it is like oil based or something and I remember as a kid loving to draw with them. I remember it went so smooth that I wanted to buy lots of them but they were really expensive.
The highlights in the horizon, and the progressive pattern of groeth as the image approached the viewer fooled the viewer to think it was a real picture. Its just painted with pastel, the artist said
Like chalks. What you would use in elementary school, when you would color without inhibition. Creating with soft colors, to show the peace and joy in your world.
This is a device used to write, to create the world out of paper, a method of 2 dimensional representation of reality. How could such a simple tool be so useful? How could it tell the world what life is? But it does, and that’s the beauty. And so color, I bow to you in deference. And I bow to your master, the pastel.
I ran as fast as I could, gripping my teeth, focusing consistently on my breathing. The scenery that sped before me blurred into a dreamy unreal painting of pastel hues; mellow blues, calming purples, soft greens and yellowish pinks. I was being pulled into a daze again.
I was running on a winding road between two large fields of green with multiple rows of lavenders converging at the horizon. It had just stopped raining, the muddy road was soft beneath my soles, and the setting sun made the air progressively colder against my sweaty skin. It was amazing being there. With every breath I engulfed the enriching scent of lavenders. As I ran with all my might, I almost felt as though the fields were beckoning me to wait, slow down, and perhaps, enjoy the scenery.
I continued running, as fast as I could, gripping my teeth, focusing consistently on my breathing.
An oil pastel is pretty much a crayon that you can draw with. It is a good utensil. Lots of artists use them for drawings of cupcakes. They are nice. I use them to draw too. They will leave marks if you touch them though.
She stood apart the coral dream, a vision in the brightest blue
He could feel her scent creep on him, and sedate the others too
She smiles across pastels and shades of ivory and white
She’s an angel, she’s the devil- she’s love at first sight.
last time i used a pastel i was in grade school, life was so simple. being able to just color, the only stresses we had was which colors to use. the best thing we could have is all of them. that was the best part of childhood. pastels were dope. amazingly amazing. simply said.
light, purple, pretty, arerthreal, hollweg, i miss him, sleepy. don’t quite feel at peace, carefully i wander forward facing the unknown, the distance, the space splayed out before me. no plan to thoughts no action in mind, only me and the sky. open and inviting. void of all the shit of the world. just me and my thoughts. no one else because they are not allowed here. where is here i don’t even know. somewhere between sleep and awake between death and life. death breath take me. you take my breath away. breath, the very thing supporting everything I stand for, everything I live for. i feel helpless. lost in the world but yet i now exactly where i am. where am i? here. now. the present. writing on laura’s bed comfy and feeling at peace. ready for sleep to take me….take me away.
The pastel walls stared at me with baby blue tulip paintings and blades of minty grass. I picked up my paintbrush and continued to add subtle strokes to the perfectly smooth wall, thinking about how it’d be when it was finished. I thought about peoples reactions and then, holding my tummy, realized the only one that mattered wouldn’t appear for quite some time. I smiled to myself.
Well, it can either be a pastry, for the spanish word, or it can be those really light colors on the easter eggs, you know, the pale light colors that me and children love for their brightness. I wish I could say my personality is pastel, but I have too many shades to say that.
Easter and pastel colors are almost synonymous in my world. Easter eggs are covered in soft pinks and sky blues. Dresses are found in shades of pale yellow. The colors are light and airy, like the California weather.
I love pastel. So pasty. It gets all over my fingers, and that to me is art it’self. Smear it over your friends. Smear it on your pets, smear it on your life!!! SMEAR IT! Violin smears of sound magic!
pastel colors coat the walls of my bedroom. in the summer they drip and paint the floor. I can’t image a world without colors like these or further, what world these colors came from. I like to think I took part in their conception but I know and they know I’ve never created anything in my life, especially so beautiful. never laid seed into a woman worthy or willing to spill out forms like these.
pastels, dainty, quiet, sweet, pretty little colors, no? they are the colors i think of when i think of easter eggs, spring, and my childhood. i hate pastels.
Pastel crayons are amazing. I really love pastel colors, because they remind me of easter eggs and colors that bring me back to nostalgic, childhood memories. Pastels on paper have an amazing texture, which I really enjoy. I love the thought of pastel’s because they make me think of spring time, breezy weather, and warmth.
A utinsel, if you want to call it that, used in artwork. In this day and age of digital design, pastel seems to be a dead artform. Nonetheless, some of the greatest work has been done using pastels.
Peach is a pastel, same as pink and baby blue. The difference is that it babies are not dressed in it. Usually old women wear it when they want to dress casual or in summer to cheer themselves up. Pink and blue are for babies. Peach gets old very quickly, or maybe it just blends in and softens the wrinkles and patchy skin. I am never going to get old and when I do I will only wear black and will be very smart and sharp.
Could I just paint my life in pastels? Could I draw all the happiness, all the sadness? All the heartbreak, all the heartache? All the mistakes and all the victories? If I did, would you come and see it?
It makes me automatically think Of All Dogs Go To Heaven 2. Everything is so pastel in Heaven and it always irritated me and made me slightly dislike the movie. Suppose that was the intention to make heaven seem bland, but still.
pigments are rolled together with an oil and gum binder and formed into sticks. people use these sticks to create art in a dry form. a crayon is a form of pastel, and pencils can be formed with pastel lead. pastels are a beautiful resource to use when creating art.
Your skin was always pale. Too pale. Any hint of sunlight and you’d always burn bright red. I remember how you used to blend in with the January snow, only your dark eyes and hair setting your light skin apart from the scenery. It always used to fascinate me how the intersecting pastel blue veins patterned your inner arms, looking for all the world like miniature rivers in winter.
i enter
a room curved as if on the inside
of a pastel-colored shaded egg
walls painted such a thin robin’s blue
the air chokes me and the shadows
leaks red pain, the pain of blood
like a bump on the inside of my throat
rough as it slides down
the precipice of grief:
this is the room where my baby
sister died before she was born
the place where my father killed my mother
insisting, all the while, that
he was only saving her
from herself.
Pastel is the definition of pussy. If you want a colour that isn’t quite a colour, then you want a pastel. Whether it’s to look like a pussy, dress like a pussy or be spoon fed as a baby. The definition of pastel is to be weak, shapeless and spineless.
the colors i want for my prom dress. but i won’t have. because pastel makes my skin look bluer than it already is. I have to go with dark orange or green a strong autumn color without that washed out look i so deeply love. it’s alright. i love the olive green look anyways. but i can’t be a disney princess without pastels.
I like to use these. when i was young i would go to an artists house and paint with oil pastels bright colors copying works but slowly it transformed into something more. Something beautiful and now its my favorite tool to use.
pastel colours, faggy guys. That is what I visualise when I hear the word pastel. Also babies. Why is it that you need to associate pastel colours with babies? Is a loud red too audacious for the sensibilities of a new-born? Why do you need to cotton-feed everything to a baby? Aren’t they able to handle the extravagance of the colour?
Pastel is a type of color. It is usually like Easter. With pale pinks, blues, greens, yellows and so forth. Basically pastel is faded color. I do not like pastel colors. They bother me to no end. I do not think anyone should ever paint houses or rooms with pastel colors. They are completely and totally nuts if they do. There is a Benjamin Moore type of base that is called “Pastel Base”.
moldy ancient patterns unlocking the surest of mediums, a medium scent, a purest intent. the colors rose to match their luck, just as their luck was determined by their lack of hot air. the middle ground best suited to existence…. and existence pursued.
Pastel Pastel, what the hell is pastel? I don’t know and I don’t care but it sounds cool and has some flair. It’s a silly word to say but who cares. It isn’t their’s, to change. I’m so deranged. Pastel.
purple, easter eggs, yellow, peeps, other pastel colors remind me of easter not like red and green remind me of christmas and pastel remind me of easter bunnies
Ryan paints the room a soft pastel yellow. Jude likes the color and he tells Ryan so with little pastel hand prints on the closet door. Jude’s room used to be green but with their new lives comes new change. Ryan’s own room is painted now. A nice reddish brown or what Brendon liked to call ‘The freshly divorced special.’
The light colors soothed her. The pale blooming rose, the dew colored sky blue, even the usually spitefully bright yellow was a muted canary cream. It was lovely in the small room. Comforting.
the dress was something i would never chose for myself but it flattered her complexion greatly. She twirled in the dress like a princess and giggled like a child seeing her first pair of adult heels. She was so happy and all i could do was watch her be happy.
pastel is a art suplie, its makes the best art!! it remeinds me of bright cololrs ranging from neon blue to and exotic purple, but it can also be a soft yellow, or a simpe pink, its calming yet exciting!
The word pastel. The only thing that comes to mind is that thing that you right with. I believe it is like oil based or something and I remember as a kid loving to draw with them. I remember it went so smooth that I wanted to buy lots of them but they were really expensive.
The highlights in the horizon, and the progressive pattern of groeth as the image approached the viewer fooled the viewer to think it was a real picture. Its just painted with pastel, the artist said
i look into her pastel blue eyes
they’re deep, but clear like oceans in Hawaii
i think im in love but i dont know how.
Like chalks. What you would use in elementary school, when you would color without inhibition. Creating with soft colors, to show the peace and joy in your world.
This is a device used to write, to create the world out of paper, a method of 2 dimensional representation of reality. How could such a simple tool be so useful? How could it tell the world what life is? But it does, and that’s the beauty. And so color, I bow to you in deference. And I bow to your master, the pastel.
I ran as fast as I could, gripping my teeth, focusing consistently on my breathing. The scenery that sped before me blurred into a dreamy unreal painting of pastel hues; mellow blues, calming purples, soft greens and yellowish pinks. I was being pulled into a daze again.
I was running on a winding road between two large fields of green with multiple rows of lavenders converging at the horizon. It had just stopped raining, the muddy road was soft beneath my soles, and the setting sun made the air progressively colder against my sweaty skin. It was amazing being there. With every breath I engulfed the enriching scent of lavenders. As I ran with all my might, I almost felt as though the fields were beckoning me to wait, slow down, and perhaps, enjoy the scenery.
I continued running, as fast as I could, gripping my teeth, focusing consistently on my breathing.
An oil pastel is pretty much a crayon that you can draw with. It is a good utensil. Lots of artists use them for drawings of cupcakes. They are nice. I use them to draw too. They will leave marks if you touch them though.
The teacher handed out boxes.
Stained our smocks and burnt out fingertips.
She stood apart the coral dream, a vision in the brightest blue
He could feel her scent creep on him, and sedate the others too
She smiles across pastels and shades of ivory and white
She’s an angel, she’s the devil- she’s love at first sight.
last time i used a pastel i was in grade school, life was so simple. being able to just color, the only stresses we had was which colors to use. the best thing we could have is all of them. that was the best part of childhood. pastels were dope. amazingly amazing. simply said.
light, purple, pretty, arerthreal, hollweg, i miss him, sleepy. don’t quite feel at peace, carefully i wander forward facing the unknown, the distance, the space splayed out before me. no plan to thoughts no action in mind, only me and the sky. open and inviting. void of all the shit of the world. just me and my thoughts. no one else because they are not allowed here. where is here i don’t even know. somewhere between sleep and awake between death and life. death breath take me. you take my breath away. breath, the very thing supporting everything I stand for, everything I live for. i feel helpless. lost in the world but yet i now exactly where i am. where am i? here. now. the present. writing on laura’s bed comfy and feeling at peace. ready for sleep to take me….take me away.
The pastel walls stared at me with baby blue tulip paintings and blades of minty grass. I picked up my paintbrush and continued to add subtle strokes to the perfectly smooth wall, thinking about how it’d be when it was finished. I thought about peoples reactions and then, holding my tummy, realized the only one that mattered wouldn’t appear for quite some time. I smiled to myself.
Well, it can either be a pastry, for the spanish word, or it can be those really light colors on the easter eggs, you know, the pale light colors that me and children love for their brightness. I wish I could say my personality is pastel, but I have too many shades to say that.
Easter and pastel colors are almost synonymous in my world. Easter eggs are covered in soft pinks and sky blues. Dresses are found in shades of pale yellow. The colors are light and airy, like the California weather.
I love pastel. So pasty. It gets all over my fingers, and that to me is art it’self. Smear it over your friends. Smear it on your pets, smear it on your life!!! SMEAR IT! Violin smears of sound magic!
pastel colors coat the walls of my bedroom. in the summer they drip and paint the floor. I can’t image a world without colors like these or further, what world these colors came from. I like to think I took part in their conception but I know and they know I’ve never created anything in my life, especially so beautiful. never laid seed into a woman worthy or willing to spill out forms like these.
crazy colored shirt things lax bros wear. It’s a vibrant set of colors that signifies summer, and emotionally appealing expressions.
pastels, dainty, quiet, sweet, pretty little colors, no? they are the colors i think of when i think of easter eggs, spring, and my childhood. i hate pastels.
Pastel crayons are amazing. I really love pastel colors, because they remind me of easter eggs and colors that bring me back to nostalgic, childhood memories. Pastels on paper have an amazing texture, which I really enjoy. I love the thought of pastel’s because they make me think of spring time, breezy weather, and warmth.
A utinsel, if you want to call it that, used in artwork. In this day and age of digital design, pastel seems to be a dead artform. Nonetheless, some of the greatest work has been done using pastels.
Peach is a pastel, same as pink and baby blue. The difference is that it babies are not dressed in it. Usually old women wear it when they want to dress casual or in summer to cheer themselves up. Pink and blue are for babies. Peach gets old very quickly, or maybe it just blends in and softens the wrinkles and patchy skin. I am never going to get old and when I do I will only wear black and will be very smart and sharp.
Could I just paint my life in pastels? Could I draw all the happiness, all the sadness? All the heartbreak, all the heartache? All the mistakes and all the victories? If I did, would you come and see it?
It makes me automatically think Of All Dogs Go To Heaven 2. Everything is so pastel in Heaven and it always irritated me and made me slightly dislike the movie. Suppose that was the intention to make heaven seem bland, but still.
It’s delicious. Has a lot of calories. It could be of a lot of flavors like chocolate, vanilla, coffee, strawberry.
pigments are rolled together with an oil and gum binder and formed into sticks. people use these sticks to create art in a dry form. a crayon is a form of pastel, and pencils can be formed with pastel lead. pastels are a beautiful resource to use when creating art.
Your skin was always pale. Too pale. Any hint of sunlight and you’d always burn bright red. I remember how you used to blend in with the January snow, only your dark eyes and hair setting your light skin apart from the scenery. It always used to fascinate me how the intersecting pastel blue veins patterned your inner arms, looking for all the world like miniature rivers in winter.
i enter
a room curved as if on the inside
of a pastel-colored shaded egg
walls painted such a thin robin’s blue
the air chokes me and the shadows
leaks red pain, the pain of blood
like a bump on the inside of my throat
rough as it slides down
the precipice of grief:
this is the room where my baby
sister died before she was born
the place where my father killed my mother
insisting, all the while, that
he was only saving her
from herself.
Pastel is the definition of pussy. If you want a colour that isn’t quite a colour, then you want a pastel. Whether it’s to look like a pussy, dress like a pussy or be spoon fed as a baby. The definition of pastel is to be weak, shapeless and spineless.
the colors i want for my prom dress. but i won’t have. because pastel makes my skin look bluer than it already is. I have to go with dark orange or green a strong autumn color without that washed out look i so deeply love. it’s alright. i love the olive green look anyways. but i can’t be a disney princess without pastels.
pastel pasta pestle pesto paste post pissed passed past praised prised prose pry pray prow prowress predator prey prim pram promenade lemonade
I like to use these. when i was young i would go to an artists house and paint with oil pastels bright colors copying works but slowly it transformed into something more. Something beautiful and now its my favorite tool to use.
pastel colours, faggy guys. That is what I visualise when I hear the word pastel. Also babies. Why is it that you need to associate pastel colours with babies? Is a loud red too audacious for the sensibilities of a new-born? Why do you need to cotton-feed everything to a baby? Aren’t they able to handle the extravagance of the colour?
Pastel is a type of color. It is usually like Easter. With pale pinks, blues, greens, yellows and so forth. Basically pastel is faded color. I do not like pastel colors. They bother me to no end. I do not think anyone should ever paint houses or rooms with pastel colors. They are completely and totally nuts if they do. There is a Benjamin Moore type of base that is called “Pastel Base”.
moldy ancient patterns unlocking the surest of mediums, a medium scent, a purest intent. the colors rose to match their luck, just as their luck was determined by their lack of hot air. the middle ground best suited to existence…. and existence pursued.
Pastel Pastel, what the hell is pastel? I don’t know and I don’t care but it sounds cool and has some flair. It’s a silly word to say but who cares. It isn’t their’s, to change. I’m so deranged. Pastel.
purple, easter eggs, yellow, peeps, other pastel colors remind me of easter not like red and green remind me of christmas and pastel remind me of easter bunnies
Ryan paints the room a soft pastel yellow. Jude likes the color and he tells Ryan so with little pastel hand prints on the closet door. Jude’s room used to be green but with their new lives comes new change. Ryan’s own room is painted now. A nice reddish brown or what Brendon liked to call ‘The freshly divorced special.’
The light colors soothed her. The pale blooming rose, the dew colored sky blue, even the usually spitefully bright yellow was a muted canary cream. It was lovely in the small room. Comforting.