The heart and soul of a girl. The keeper of all that is dear to her. It holds everything she needs and wants. It keeps her secrets and its devastating to lose.
He pursed his lips in silent disapproval, watching the whole sordid affair reluctantly. She held a purse of a different kind, containing all manner of needless necessities for her survival, and wanted to run away from it all.
She watched him running down the street carrying her purse under his arm. She almost laughed. She had coveted the bag for months. She had $995.99 plus tax to buy the thing. It was beautiful. She had barely carried it out of the store and put it on her arm when he’d taken it.
the purse was open and gaping into the vast darkness were three small children. the possibilities are endless in a bag such as this- Mary Poppins could have pulled ten thousand oceans from hers had she been so inclined.
It was just a purse. At least, that’s what you thought. You didn’t know that it had you in it. Everything it contains pointed out to your very existence. I want to manipulate you. I still want you.
i really wish I understood women’s interest in purses. It seems like such a gratuitous accessory to have to lug around everywhere. It’s not convenient, it’s not particularly attractive, and the prices are ridiculous. This and shoes. Why the money spent on such dumb items? I realize I’m a guy, and the purse understanding gene is located somewhere in the ovary…But seriously, I couldn’t imagine dating a girl who spends any sort of money on expensive purses.
He pursed his lips in displeasure. It may not have been very nice, but I had to suppress a giggle at seeing such a feminine expression on a man like my father. Unfortunately, the situation was much too serious for my sense of humor.
I like to think of a purse as a useless piece of equipment that people like to carry on themselves to show social status. When you open up someone purse you usually find the most random things. girls carry around there like in a little biy purse. They ahve their comb, papers for their next class, lip gloss, a lighter, cig. They even carry things around that they dont need.
Es kag auf der straße. Ganz alleine, ganz verlassen. Sollte ich es nehmen? Es rief gerade zu nach mir, nach meiner Aufmerksamkeit, sagte mir, ich solle es nehmen, es in Besitz nehmen. Ich bückte mich, griff danach. Sollte ich es wirklich nehmen?
I have a green and white stripped purse. I love it to death its my life. I cant go anywhere with out it if I do I feel so lost. A purse truly is a womans life her best friend. She carries all the things important to her.
ONCE I HAD THIS PURSE, AND O GOT IT STOLEN. SO I STARTED WEARING ANOTHER. AND THEN SOMEONE CALL ME. MY OLD PURSE I RECOVERED AND NOW I OWN IT. AGAIN I WEAR IT.
Her purse hung in her closet, unused. The last time she had used it, he’d nearly fallen off the roller coaster on their first date. The time before that he’d swallowed glass, but had fortunately survived. This evening they were going to the zoo- she wouldn’t bring her purse with them tonight. She’ just put her wallet in her pocket this time.
empty
sometimes heavy
with coins.
oh for a tapestry one,
rich in colours and texture.
open it often and share the contents!
an open purse, an open heart,
will always be filled in time.
there was a sequin on the floor. a simple sequin. from a dress? a fancy evening dress lay in shreds nearby. a black dress shoe with the spiked heel torn off, bloody.
purse, the purse is a handbag that women wear nad carry around them. It is a very filthy item however because they never clean it and bring it everywhere with them. Scientific studies show that the germ levels on the bottom of a purse are huge and should not put it anywhere that you want to reamin sanitary. There is also money in purses which is the dirtiest thing in the world and a huge percentage of one dollar bills has cocaine on them because everyone likes drugs.
A purse is something you hold objects in. It is used by women and can range in size. Usually, girly girls carry smaller purses while cooler girls carry large ones. There are also murses which are used by men. These men are often gay.
I’ve always wondered what the obsessive connection is between a woman and her purse.
As a man, I obviously don’t carry what’d be called a purse – I carry a wallet. However, more often than not I find myself simply keeping my money loose in my pocket, for wallets
this is all i got. i don’t have any money, i don’t have any love left. i have myself, my leather corpse, and this old ruggy sack of cloth. but i take it everywhere i go
My mother had a a purse once that was orange purple and had dashes of green plastics along the handle. i rememeber as a child thinkung hiow beautiful the colors were until i realizede the purse had a gun in it that she had used to kill all of my favorit star wars figurines. how horrible is that? jesus christ. so from now on purses of any shape and size scare the living crap out of me. recently my girlfriend wanted me to buy her a purse.. so i broke up with her and drove home to play with my star wars stuff and light up a absolutely huge fattie. I got sooooo stoned that night. when i awoke i was covered in heaps of purses of all shapes and sizes. Finally, i was suffocated by a beige colored luis vuitton.
your things are still in my purse. i can’t throw them out. i won’t. your scarf smells of you and when i inhale it, i inhale you. come home one day okay? if you do one more thing for me, do that.
pursing my lips, I looked straight ahead of me. I blanked out my mind and let whatever great powers of seduction I had within me shine through. I was an object, a statue, an epitome – nothing to say, and the passage of words squeezed shut.
things that girls think they need to arry all the shit that they dont need and it just builds up becomes junk and it rediculas that they think they need all that shit and now they make purses huge so that they just get in the way and they are ugly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Itching for something to say; you look down. You’re mind goes blank and all you see are useless tokens of this women’s life. Her lipstick, Her lipgloss, whatever the hell else is there for your careless eye to glaze over and judge. My oh my, what complicated lives these people try to livel
The first word that came to my head upon seeing purse was pursue… follow that dream. stuff it in your purse…. carry it around with you until one day you discover it at the bottom of your handbag , pull it out , and pursue yourself into that dream.
The heart and soul of a girl. The keeper of all that is dear to her. It holds everything she needs and wants. It keeps her secrets and its devastating to lose.
He pursed his lips in silent disapproval, watching the whole sordid affair reluctantly. She held a purse of a different kind, containing all manner of needless necessities for her survival, and wanted to run away from it all.
She watched him running down the street carrying her purse under his arm. She almost laughed. She had coveted the bag for months. She had $995.99 plus tax to buy the thing. It was beautiful. She had barely carried it out of the store and put it on her arm when he’d taken it.
the purse was open and gaping into the vast darkness were three small children. the possibilities are endless in a bag such as this- Mary Poppins could have pulled ten thousand oceans from hers had she been so inclined.
handbag, wallet , money, strap, brown, red, metal, leather, thin, heavy, thick, pleather, small, large, snap, zipper, close
empty purse and broken heels, she waited at his doorstep.
“Purse?!”
What a stupid word to write. You might as well ask me to talk about handbags or condoms or anything under the sun.
It was just a purse. At least, that’s what you thought. You didn’t know that it had you in it. Everything it contains pointed out to your very existence. I want to manipulate you. I still want you.
i really wish I understood women’s interest in purses. It seems like such a gratuitous accessory to have to lug around everywhere. It’s not convenient, it’s not particularly attractive, and the prices are ridiculous. This and shoes. Why the money spent on such dumb items? I realize I’m a guy, and the purse understanding gene is located somewhere in the ovary…But seriously, I couldn’t imagine dating a girl who spends any sort of money on expensive purses.
Inside her purse, she keeps her life. Phone. Contact book. Addresses. Receipts from the things she’s bought. Tampons.
Right now, it’s sitting alone on my couch, waiting for its master to return.
It’s time that I take a peek.
He pursed his lips in displeasure. It may not have been very nice, but I had to suppress a giggle at seeing such a feminine expression on a man like my father. Unfortunately, the situation was much too serious for my sense of humor.
I like to think of a purse as a useless piece of equipment that people like to carry on themselves to show social status. When you open up someone purse you usually find the most random things. girls carry around there like in a little biy purse. They ahve their comb, papers for their next class, lip gloss, a lighter, cig. They even carry things around that they dont need.
He held the purple purse in his hand hanging by his pinky. The purse hung loose and free like a leaf on a tree.
He held the purple purse in his hand hanging by his pinky. The purse hung loose and free like a leaf on a tree.
“What is that??”
“My purse.”
“You call that a purse?”
“Why not?”
Edgar look bizarre. The green and white bag, designed to look like a dinosaur, tucked tight under his arm, made him appear prehistoric at best.
purse your lips in anger and frustration, shoot a piercing glare at the young children, the old lady was like this
Es kag auf der straße. Ganz alleine, ganz verlassen. Sollte ich es nehmen? Es rief gerade zu nach mir, nach meiner Aufmerksamkeit, sagte mir, ich solle es nehmen, es in Besitz nehmen. Ich bückte mich, griff danach. Sollte ich es wirklich nehmen?
I have a green and white stripped purse. I love it to death its my life. I cant go anywhere with out it if I do I feel so lost. A purse truly is a womans life her best friend. She carries all the things important to her.
ONCE I HAD THIS PURSE, AND O GOT IT STOLEN. SO I STARTED WEARING ANOTHER. AND THEN SOMEONE CALL ME. MY OLD PURSE I RECOVERED AND NOW I OWN IT. AGAIN I WEAR IT.
In Europe, the prostitutes call their vaginas their “purses”…for obvious reason, I suppose.
Her purse hung in her closet, unused. The last time she had used it, he’d nearly fallen off the roller coaster on their first date. The time before that he’d swallowed glass, but had fortunately survived. This evening they were going to the zoo- she wouldn’t bring her purse with them tonight. She’ just put her wallet in her pocket this time.
empty
sometimes heavy
with coins.
oh for a tapestry one,
rich in colours and texture.
open it often and share the contents!
an open purse, an open heart,
will always be filled in time.
handbag, accessory for women, or perhaps for men. This is also a term for a particular position of the lips, much like a smooch.
there was a sequin on the floor. a simple sequin. from a dress? a fancy evening dress lay in shreds nearby. a black dress shoe with the spiked heel torn off, bloody.
something you carry stuff in. like your wallet, bandages, makeup, keys, phone, pens, and so on.
purse, the purse is a handbag that women wear nad carry around them. It is a very filthy item however because they never clean it and bring it everywhere with them. Scientific studies show that the germ levels on the bottom of a purse are huge and should not put it anywhere that you want to reamin sanitary. There is also money in purses which is the dirtiest thing in the world and a huge percentage of one dollar bills has cocaine on them because everyone likes drugs.
pursed lips, money, shiny things i’ll never have. pouty lips on some boy i’ll never have. p, urs.e
pursed lips, money, shiny things i’ll never have. pouty lips on some boy i’ll never have. p, urs.e
A purse is something you hold objects in. It is used by women and can range in size. Usually, girly girls carry smaller purses while cooler girls carry large ones. There are also murses which are used by men. These men are often gay.
I’ve always wondered what the obsessive connection is between a woman and her purse.
As a man, I obviously don’t carry what’d be called a purse – I carry a wallet. However, more often than not I find myself simply keeping my money loose in my pocket, for wallets
He looked at the body and pursed his lips. This wasn’t a site you see every day: a body, a knife, a pair of aces.
this is all i got. i don’t have any money, i don’t have any love left. i have myself, my leather corpse, and this old ruggy sack of cloth. but i take it everywhere i go
My mother had a a purse once that was orange purple and had dashes of green plastics along the handle. i rememeber as a child thinkung hiow beautiful the colors were until i realizede the purse had a gun in it that she had used to kill all of my favorit star wars figurines. how horrible is that? jesus christ. so from now on purses of any shape and size scare the living crap out of me. recently my girlfriend wanted me to buy her a purse.. so i broke up with her and drove home to play with my star wars stuff and light up a absolutely huge fattie. I got sooooo stoned that night. when i awoke i was covered in heaps of purses of all shapes and sizes. Finally, i was suffocated by a beige colored luis vuitton.
your things are still in my purse. i can’t throw them out. i won’t. your scarf smells of you and when i inhale it, i inhale you. come home one day okay? if you do one more thing for me, do that.
money. coins. grandmother
pursing my lips, I looked straight ahead of me. I blanked out my mind and let whatever great powers of seduction I had within me shine through. I was an object, a statue, an epitome – nothing to say, and the passage of words squeezed shut.
things that girls think they need to arry all the shit that they dont need and it just builds up becomes junk and it rediculas that they think they need all that shit and now they make purses huge so that they just get in the way and they are ugly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m pushing my lips together, but your words are still forcing themselves out of my ears and nose, squishing out of the cracks in my eyes.
Itching for something to say; you look down. You’re mind goes blank and all you see are useless tokens of this women’s life. Her lipstick, Her lipgloss, whatever the hell else is there for your careless eye to glaze over and judge. My oh my, what complicated lives these people try to livel
The first word that came to my head upon seeing purse was pursue… follow that dream. stuff it in your purse…. carry it around with you until one day you discover it at the bottom of your handbag , pull it out , and pursue yourself into that dream.