He wrapped the stem around my finger gently. I watched him, transfixed by the way his hands moved so carefully. Once it was wrapped tightly around my finger like a ring, he looked back up, his eyes meeting mine.
“I love you, June.”
stems are a bottom part of a lower, they hold the flower in place, and lets ithe fower dsatnd up. all flowers have stems, without stems they are nothing and just fall. some flowers have short stems, some have long stems, and some stems are so short that the flower lookls like it is just sticking out of the ground.
stem curls out from the fallen leaf, its exposed fingertip bleeding neon water, beads of wet leaf blood that smell like the spot on my fingers where the crime was pulled off.
Most of my worries stem from money. I am very worried that the money I have won’t be enough. In a way, it doesn’t matter. I am going anyway. I will go as far as the money that I have will take me. I just pray that it takes me far enough away to get rid of the stink of home. Safe travels.
At a stem cell research lab in california there was an amazing breakthrough. Scientists discovered that most people don’t give a shit about stem cell research.
the stem on the flower that hudson gave me was broken. maybe it was a foreshadowing of our relationship. he danced with me that night though, he took me in his arms and danced. i slept with him in that bed, i loved it. i loved him, but that stem, was broken, and yet, so were we. and we knew it too.
ITS ON A PLANT. I THINK OF IT WITH WEED BECAUSE I KNOW YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE STEMS OUT OF THE BAG INSTEAD OF PUTTING IN THE JOINT. I LEARNED THAT BECAUSE OF MY FRIENDS BROTHER WHO SAID IT GIVES YOU CANCER WHICH IS IRONIC BECAUSE HE SMOKES CIGGERETTES SO WHY SHOULD HE CARE ABOUT CANCER WHEN HE IS GOING TO HAVE IT HIMSELF? MAKES NO SENCE.
things come from this like the water based therum of flowers. Don’t you think that the sticky liquid from a plant is similar to that of cum? therefore do plants love getting broken? its an interesting thought thats no doubt wrong but this is a really
Her name was Stemmy, because she sucked on pot stems and that’s not all she sucked on from what I had gathered. I was such a fucking prude, she was right. But now I realize I should have taken my chance and got to you before she did. You didn’t seem all that great before now. After you kissed my forehead and cuddled with me that night I was hooked. I’ll always be chasing that first high.
Stems are a part of a flower. They help with water. I never have planted a flower. There are stemless plants out there I believe. I’m fairly sure of this, actually. Although, it sounds farfetched. There are definitely sorts of stemless flowers out there. I wonder what the largest stem is.
Stem cell research is controversial. Many unborn embryos are consumed in order to further the research into the miraculous technology–thousands of potential lives are exchanged for thousands of the soon-to-die.
The flowers stem is a bright shade of green, the flower itself purple. It is now the only spot of color in the deserted city that was once full of life.
Stem what instantly comes to mind are flowers and how just from a little seed flowers can grow and blossom to be something added to this world that is so beautiful and which people take for granted i wonder what would happen if flowers just stopped growing would we even notice with are busy lives of rushing around.
It cracked and crumbled away, desiccated by time just like the relationship it symbolized. Staring at the broken stem in her hand, lips twisted into an embittered sneer. It was trash now. She grabbed the dried bridal bouquet and threw onto the pile of junk, forcing the memories away.
Maggie plucked the dandelion from the ground, holding it by it’s stem, and watch the scene unfolding before her in the park. There were two people, and they were two people in love – she could tell. That much she understood. But what she didn’t understand was why the two people were yelling at one another – like her mum and dad did before her mum took her and they moved to a nice new house. She hoped the girl in the park didn’t have to move away. She was quite pretty and Maggie thought she might ask her to play someday.
I lifted the vase above my head. The stems were burnt on the ends so they could live longer without water. “Smart,” I said aloud. I set down the vase upon the table and looked at him with a small smirk. “She’ll love them.” He stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you at the alter.” He whispered. “Bye.”
i instantly think of nature. as much as i try to forget about my treehugger school and the horrible ways they corrupted me, i cant help but only think of a stem from a flower.
A friend once said she wanted to like Mike Rowe (from Dirty Jobs fame) from “stem to stern.” I laughed repeatedly. Then made my sons turn on that show because she was dead on. What is it about a man with serious hands-on skills? That we feel safe with them? Or just know that something will get fixed without drama…whatever it is, yum.
There is a small withered flower, with a brittle dry stem sitting on the table. It’s all I’ve left of the love you tore apart. Each day it becomes more brittle, and with it, my heart.
The stem was the thing that really held it all together. Without it, he mused, the flower would be in the dirt. It would be covered in soil, and it’s beauty would be impossible to appreciate. The stem saved it from that fate. It elevated it and held it aloft for all to appreciate it’s beauty.
the stem of a single white rose stuck out from in-between the pages. crushed and flat it made an ancient and interesting bookmark. how many years had it been sitting there?
don’t keep me waiting. i feel like a sunflower, bending over backwards just to reach you. my stem doesn’t break, it just adjusts to the new you, the new directions you take everytime. it never breaks, it just leaves me with back-pains.
In order to get himself out of the situation, to stem the discomfort he was wading in knee-deep, Jensen smiled a truly idiotic smile and reaching both hands out as in a gesture of openness said, “Whhaaattt??? I was only joking!”
I saw the stem sway with the breeze. Was it weak? Was it sleepy? Or maybe it was just dancing to the spring beats. The leaves were almost fluttering as the stem danced gracefully as it shone in green dress in the glimmering sunshine.
The stem of her wineglass reflected in the club lights and Harry came over to ask for a dance. She bats her eyelashes and says, “Next song, sweetheart.” Harry retreats and orders another vodka tomic. If he had any inhibitions left they were wing deep in libations.
there is a stem to every plant there is a stem to every brain, there is a stem to every idea. Stems are the world. Stems are the cure, Stems are power to it’s fulest. You need stems to understand stems. Stems are the universe.
the plants outside have stems. i kinda wish i was a plant. that’d be kinda cool to get to stay forever outside. you know be really close with nature. but i guess you don’t have to be up close and personal with mother nature when you in fact are part of mother nature. go figure. yep. i wanna be a plant. it’s like little kids who wanna grow up to be a frog. when i get older i wanna grow up and be a plant.
I couldn’t tell what this had all stemmed from. The rash actions, the rude behavior, the feeling as if this night would never end. But it would. And that’s why I kept to myself and stayed away from the yells and obnoxious laughter. I walked out into the grassy field and sat down amongst the long blades. The moon shone down perfectly, painting the grass a mysterious silver. This was where I belonged.
The stem of the plant gave so much information. More than I could ever know. When I looked again it had changed. It grew beyond lengths that I could ever see. The sun set against it, and I realized that it was more than a stem. But a tree. A tree that housed the stories of many.
O wow. My brain is so powerful. It allows me to appreciate the little things in life like flowers and trees. But I also have to feed my brain to keep it going. So I have to eat and drink (not necessarily drink drink… out of tall glasses…) All these things have stems. (think about it)
Leaves curled up towards the sun as it slowly began to rise. The stem shot up from the ground as if it had a crank underneath the roots, boosting it up from the dirt. Life began, as it had everyday.
Sie stemmte sich gegen die Tür. Sie schien aus Fels zu sein und bewegte sich keinen Millimeter. Noch einmal. Mit ohnmächtiger Wut rammte Johanna den verschlossenen Ausgang. Das kann doch nicht sein? Das musste ein gottverdammtes Versehen sein. Nicht sie! Nicht hier! Nicht so!
Breaking off the leaves and crunching through everything in sight, she was a fit of anger. Destroying the flowers he helped her plant like they were absolutely nothing.. it felt good. And as the entire garden was destroyed, only the lonely and frightened stems remained.
Holding on top the flower, Emily slowly made her way down the steep hill. She had to escape the Demons. They knew she had the flower, and they wanted it. The thing is, she wont let them have it. “Emily! Wait!” She heard the voice, and it stopped her cold.
He wrapped the stem around my finger gently. I watched him, transfixed by the way his hands moved so carefully. Once it was wrapped tightly around my finger like a ring, he looked back up, his eyes meeting mine.
“I love you, June.”
stems are a bottom part of a lower, they hold the flower in place, and lets ithe fower dsatnd up. all flowers have stems, without stems they are nothing and just fall. some flowers have short stems, some have long stems, and some stems are so short that the flower lookls like it is just sticking out of the ground.
Steam is water vapor, one of the known physical states of water.
Steam was used to power trains and other machines.
stem curls out from the fallen leaf, its exposed fingertip bleeding neon water, beads of wet leaf blood that smell like the spot on my fingers where the crime was pulled off.
Most of my worries stem from money. I am very worried that the money I have won’t be enough. In a way, it doesn’t matter. I am going anyway. I will go as far as the money that I have will take me. I just pray that it takes me far enough away to get rid of the stink of home. Safe travels.
At a stem cell research lab in california there was an amazing breakthrough. Scientists discovered that most people don’t give a shit about stem cell research.
the stem on the flower that hudson gave me was broken. maybe it was a foreshadowing of our relationship. he danced with me that night though, he took me in his arms and danced. i slept with him in that bed, i loved it. i loved him, but that stem, was broken, and yet, so were we. and we knew it too.
ITS ON A PLANT. I THINK OF IT WITH WEED BECAUSE I KNOW YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE STEMS OUT OF THE BAG INSTEAD OF PUTTING IN THE JOINT. I LEARNED THAT BECAUSE OF MY FRIENDS BROTHER WHO SAID IT GIVES YOU CANCER WHICH IS IRONIC BECAUSE HE SMOKES CIGGERETTES SO WHY SHOULD HE CARE ABOUT CANCER WHEN HE IS GOING TO HAVE IT HIMSELF? MAKES NO SENCE.
things come from this like the water based therum of flowers. Don’t you think that the sticky liquid from a plant is similar to that of cum? therefore do plants love getting broken? its an interesting thought thats no doubt wrong but this is a really
Her name was Stemmy, because she sucked on pot stems and that’s not all she sucked on from what I had gathered. I was such a fucking prude, she was right. But now I realize I should have taken my chance and got to you before she did. You didn’t seem all that great before now. After you kissed my forehead and cuddled with me that night I was hooked. I’ll always be chasing that first high.
Stems are a part of a flower. They help with water. I never have planted a flower. There are stemless plants out there I believe. I’m fairly sure of this, actually. Although, it sounds farfetched. There are definitely sorts of stemless flowers out there. I wonder what the largest stem is.
Stem cell research is controversial. Many unborn embryos are consumed in order to further the research into the miraculous technology–thousands of potential lives are exchanged for thousands of the soon-to-die.
attached to the root of all.
The flowers stem is a bright shade of green, the flower itself purple. It is now the only spot of color in the deserted city that was once full of life.
Stem what instantly comes to mind are flowers and how just from a little seed flowers can grow and blossom to be something added to this world that is so beautiful and which people take for granted i wonder what would happen if flowers just stopped growing would we even notice with are busy lives of rushing around.
It cracked and crumbled away, desiccated by time just like the relationship it symbolized. Staring at the broken stem in her hand, lips twisted into an embittered sneer. It was trash now. She grabbed the dried bridal bouquet and threw onto the pile of junk, forcing the memories away.
Maggie plucked the dandelion from the ground, holding it by it’s stem, and watch the scene unfolding before her in the park. There were two people, and they were two people in love – she could tell. That much she understood. But what she didn’t understand was why the two people were yelling at one another – like her mum and dad did before her mum took her and they moved to a nice new house. She hoped the girl in the park didn’t have to move away. She was quite pretty and Maggie thought she might ask her to play someday.
I lifted the vase above my head. The stems were burnt on the ends so they could live longer without water. “Smart,” I said aloud. I set down the vase upon the table and looked at him with a small smirk. “She’ll love them.” He stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you at the alter.” He whispered. “Bye.”
i instantly think of nature. as much as i try to forget about my treehugger school and the horrible ways they corrupted me, i cant help but only think of a stem from a flower.
A friend once said she wanted to like Mike Rowe (from Dirty Jobs fame) from “stem to stern.” I laughed repeatedly. Then made my sons turn on that show because she was dead on. What is it about a man with serious hands-on skills? That we feel safe with them? Or just know that something will get fixed without drama…whatever it is, yum.
There is a small withered flower, with a brittle dry stem sitting on the table. It’s all I’ve left of the love you tore apart. Each day it becomes more brittle, and with it, my heart.
The stem was the thing that really held it all together. Without it, he mused, the flower would be in the dirt. It would be covered in soil, and it’s beauty would be impossible to appreciate. The stem saved it from that fate. It elevated it and held it aloft for all to appreciate it’s beauty.
The stem of a flower, stems from a seed. A seed stems from the flower, which stems from the seed. And it’s all a big circle.
the stem of a single white rose stuck out from in-between the pages. crushed and flat it made an ancient and interesting bookmark. how many years had it been sitting there?
to exhausted to see
thoughts flow up through my brain stem
explodes into flowers
dissolves into water
face hits the ground
gone.
don’t keep me waiting. i feel like a sunflower, bending over backwards just to reach you. my stem doesn’t break, it just adjusts to the new you, the new directions you take everytime. it never breaks, it just leaves me with back-pains.
In order to get himself out of the situation, to stem the discomfort he was wading in knee-deep, Jensen smiled a truly idiotic smile and reaching both hands out as in a gesture of openness said, “Whhaaattt??? I was only joking!”
I saw the stem sway with the breeze. Was it weak? Was it sleepy? Or maybe it was just dancing to the spring beats. The leaves were almost fluttering as the stem danced gracefully as it shone in green dress in the glimmering sunshine.
The stem of her wineglass reflected in the club lights and Harry came over to ask for a dance. She bats her eyelashes and says, “Next song, sweetheart.” Harry retreats and orders another vodka tomic. If he had any inhibitions left they were wing deep in libations.
plant rose leaf caterpillar dewdrop water waterfall green leafy thorn growth sunshine cellular dandelion wood grass start begin
there is a stem to every plant there is a stem to every brain, there is a stem to every idea. Stems are the world. Stems are the cure, Stems are power to it’s fulest. You need stems to understand stems. Stems are the universe.
the plants outside have stems. i kinda wish i was a plant. that’d be kinda cool to get to stay forever outside. you know be really close with nature. but i guess you don’t have to be up close and personal with mother nature when you in fact are part of mother nature. go figure. yep. i wanna be a plant. it’s like little kids who wanna grow up to be a frog. when i get older i wanna grow up and be a plant.
I couldn’t tell what this had all stemmed from. The rash actions, the rude behavior, the feeling as if this night would never end. But it would. And that’s why I kept to myself and stayed away from the yells and obnoxious laughter. I walked out into the grassy field and sat down amongst the long blades. The moon shone down perfectly, painting the grass a mysterious silver. This was where I belonged.
The stem of the plant gave so much information. More than I could ever know. When I looked again it had changed. It grew beyond lengths that I could ever see. The sun set against it, and I realized that it was more than a stem. But a tree. A tree that housed the stories of many.
O wow. My brain is so powerful. It allows me to appreciate the little things in life like flowers and trees. But I also have to feed my brain to keep it going. So I have to eat and drink (not necessarily drink drink… out of tall glasses…) All these things have stems. (think about it)
Leaves curled up towards the sun as it slowly began to rise. The stem shot up from the ground as if it had a crank underneath the roots, boosting it up from the dirt. Life began, as it had everyday.
Sie stemmte sich gegen die Tür. Sie schien aus Fels zu sein und bewegte sich keinen Millimeter. Noch einmal. Mit ohnmächtiger Wut rammte Johanna den verschlossenen Ausgang. Das kann doch nicht sein? Das musste ein gottverdammtes Versehen sein. Nicht sie! Nicht hier! Nicht so!
Breaking off the leaves and crunching through everything in sight, she was a fit of anger. Destroying the flowers he helped her plant like they were absolutely nothing.. it felt good. And as the entire garden was destroyed, only the lonely and frightened stems remained.
THE ROOT OF A FLOWER AND A FAMILY
Holding on top the flower, Emily slowly made her way down the steep hill. She had to escape the Demons. They knew she had the flower, and they wanted it. The thing is, she wont let them have it. “Emily! Wait!” She heard the voice, and it stopped her cold.