Violet is a colour obviously, it is similar to “purple” wich is Justin Biebers favorite colour. This page is violet, i just noticed. that’s all. bitch.
I didn’t know I was gay until I was 19. I knew that I liked boys long before that. I don’t remember not liking boys. Its just, I didn’t know there was a word for it, or that other people were like this. The community didn’t talk about differences. They only focused on sameness. It was after I escaped, when I saw my first rainbow, that I started asking questions. Then I knew, I wasn’t alone.
But of course the parting was more to one side. Having it dead centre would most assuredly not achieve the broad forehead effect.
More to one side it was and the effect was knockout–tho I say it myself
Violet violins sing in my ear. Violet violins swinging in my ear. Violet violins swim in my ear. Why were the violins violet and why were they swimming? I must be high.
Violet – that was my ex’s mother’s name. Very nice person. She often wondered why I stayed with him. She said that she would not have stayed with his father had they not had five children. I do miss her – she was a wonderful, traditional lady.
Violets are beautiful flowers, I sprained my ankle jumping over a beautiful little patch of them when I was a kid. I look back on it and and think of how silly it was because we mowed them down the next day but they were so beautiful I just couldn’t bare to put my foot into the middle of them.
I changed her totally. I got her to darken her hair. I got her to part her
hair in the centre with with waves to frame her forehead and make it
look broader. I showed her how to be understated and how to use
more discreetly subtle tones of dress. Counter to this i taught her how to– oh, I shouldn’t be telling you all this…
When he was born, he had violet eyes. No, I’m serious. Light tinted violet in his half closed eyes, I swear. He grew out of them after a week of birth. I always missed those violet eyes. They were unique, a splash of something different during our parent’s divorce. The car ride to the hospital led to endless lights and darkness, while I heard my dad yelling at me to get going. […]
IT WAS TRULY SHOCKING–to me iy was…that coat i had bought
her. But she wore it well and looked mighty confident in it. Funny how from then on she leaned on me for advice on what she should wear.
Violets are beautiful flowers, i sprained my ankle jumping over a beautiful little patch of them when i was a kid. I look back on it and and think of how silly it was because we mowed them down the next day but they were so beautiful i just couldn’t bare to put my foot into the middle of them.
eyes, makes me think of a book I read when I was a kid about a female WWII spy, who had dramatic violet coloured eyes. Or parma violets, those old lady breath freshener sweets, so evocative of the past….always the past even as you suck them now. I have violets in my garden and keep thinking it would be nice to make jam which I am sure you can….
very intrusive of Liz– eavesdropping there. Under that shrub there is no shrinking violet! She ad an awsome task tryin to get the accessories right for the shocking coat i bought her. i was instantly sorry i ad picked that of all colours– violet! In the first place, i told her her shoes were too white. I told her to try ivory instead and to team something black with the violet. She had totl confidence in my
judgement
Her violet wig had gone missing that afternoon and it was unfortunate that she had named it Violet. “Where’s Violet,?” she would ask. You’re here, they would reply but was she. Her existence was suspect.
six letters.
A colour, a name.
A version of purple.
But really, it is still purple no matter how hard it tries to be ‘violet;.
It is also a flower, but not one of the most famous ones.
Rose are red, violets are blue – urghh incorrect.
The violet hue of traces leading from the past blurred Joseph’s vision of the present, as he awoke from slumber with a start. To the right of his bedside were flowers of the deepest purple, and a young lady dressed in dark blue.
She’s bored all day. Does nothing at all. You can see the dullness, and lack of activity in her violet eyes. This girl needs some air. Some time to be one with the flowers from which her name came from.
I never thought that Jack would like this colour. However, as soon as I presented him with a flower of this colour he elated with joy and said, ‘I’m loving it.
Her eyes. They were one of a kind. They were seen from behind her spectacles, which could only be seen from the top rim as she dug her head into a book at a coffee shop across from where I work.
The color drifted slowly to me. Like a silk scarf. It gently landed, draping itself across my hand. I rubbed the violet silk between my fingers, and smiled.
We walked through that garden, just the two of us, crunching the morning frost underfoot as we went. Violets, tulips and all manner of foliage grew in every soil bed, creating a beautiful place to take a loved one. I led her to a vintage bench, situated in the middle of the yard, surrounded by Birds of Paradise, and sat with her. Placing my hand on hers, she took the hint and interlaced her fingers with mine, and together, we watched the sun begin to make its long journey across the clear sky.
i’m gonna die of laughter if i actually did yesterday’s word early.. and the word was in fact violet and not violent… or maybe it’s just coincidental? i’m guessing so since i’m retarded and it’s 2:26 am. of course i didn’t do it early. but this color reminds me of picasso and the princess diaries.
crown chakra energy.
popsicle shivers on my head.
Cry. stop. Dry your eyes.
Feel the delicate purple in your veins before you drop dead with just two dusty eyes in your skull.
violet was the name of her stuffed rabbit that she’d had since she was 3 years old. She’s 34 now. It was the oldest of all the stuff she owned. Violet has traveled in duffel bags and suitcases to Japan and Canada. Violet has sat on the bookshelf; bookended by fiction and has fallen under the wardrobe keeping company with dust bunnies. Now, Violet lay beside the pillow cuddling books.
Her name was Violet. Her legs went on for days. Like the stalks of the flower for which she was named. I died every time she looked my way. I stole a kiss every time those eyes touched my face. We never spoke, just endless looks. Me and my Violet, forever.
tender, beautiful. violet eyes like rich psychedelic mosaic purple dandelion flowers in the crystals of your eyes. i try reading it but it’s like trying to understand braille. You are a specimen of honesty. A child full of gentle high-waving cosmic earth energy. You are eyes. You are child. You are the whiff of spring before winter has left.
purple flowers covering the lake. without any delay she stooped over to pick them up. the trails of her skirt skimming the water as she went. Lily wished she were named for another flower. Really, she wished she were named something else entirely
Violet Turner, clinical psychiatrist. She was the one violently attacked by one of her patients, who turned into a psycopath after losing her own baby to miscarriage. She thought Violet was carrying her child, and ordered a home surgery kit on the internet. And then proceeded to cut Violet open, and ran away with her baby.
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllz this is my moms fav color this is so funn not it is so boring thanks for askin my opinion haha jk lol
Violet was the most beautiful girl I had possibly ever seen in my life. She was enchanting, in her alabaster skin and dark chocolate hair that I could run my fingers through for days. She was absolutely stunning, and I knew I could not have her. It killed me with every ounce of my being. I didn’t want to let her go, but I knew I had to. I shut the lid of her coffin and began to weep.
Violet is a colour obviously, it is similar to “purple” wich is Justin Biebers favorite colour. This page is violet, i just noticed. that’s all. bitch.
I didn’t know I was gay until I was 19. I knew that I liked boys long before that. I don’t remember not liking boys. Its just, I didn’t know there was a word for it, or that other people were like this. The community didn’t talk about differences. They only focused on sameness. It was after I escaped, when I saw my first rainbow, that I started asking questions. Then I knew, I wasn’t alone.
But of course the parting was more to one side. Having it dead centre would most assuredly not achieve the broad forehead effect.
More to one side it was and the effect was knockout–tho I say it myself
Violet violins sing in my ear. Violet violins swinging in my ear. Violet violins swim in my ear. Why were the violins violet and why were they swimming? I must be high.
Violet – that was my ex’s mother’s name. Very nice person. She often wondered why I stayed with him. She said that she would not have stayed with his father had they not had five children. I do miss her – she was a wonderful, traditional lady.
Violets are beautiful flowers, I sprained my ankle jumping over a beautiful little patch of them when I was a kid. I look back on it and and think of how silly it was because we mowed them down the next day but they were so beautiful I just couldn’t bare to put my foot into the middle of them.
I changed her totally. I got her to darken her hair. I got her to part her
hair in the centre with with waves to frame her forehead and make it
look broader. I showed her how to be understated and how to use
more discreetly subtle tones of dress. Counter to this i taught her how to– oh, I shouldn’t be telling you all this…
When he was born, he had violet eyes. No, I’m serious. Light tinted violet in his half closed eyes, I swear. He grew out of them after a week of birth. I always missed those violet eyes. They were unique, a splash of something different during our parent’s divorce. The car ride to the hospital led to endless lights and darkness, while I heard my dad yelling at me to get going. […]
IT WAS TRULY SHOCKING–to me iy was…that coat i had bought
her. But she wore it well and looked mighty confident in it. Funny how from then on she leaned on me for advice on what she should wear.
Violets are beautiful flowers, i sprained my ankle jumping over a beautiful little patch of them when i was a kid. I look back on it and and think of how silly it was because we mowed them down the next day but they were so beautiful i just couldn’t bare to put my foot into the middle of them.
eyes, makes me think of a book I read when I was a kid about a female WWII spy, who had dramatic violet coloured eyes. Or parma violets, those old lady breath freshener sweets, so evocative of the past….always the past even as you suck them now. I have violets in my garden and keep thinking it would be nice to make jam which I am sure you can….
very intrusive of Liz– eavesdropping there. Under that shrub there is no shrinking violet! She ad an awsome task tryin to get the accessories right for the shocking coat i bought her. i was instantly sorry i ad picked that of all colours– violet! In the first place, i told her her shoes were too white. I told her to try ivory instead and to team something black with the violet. She had totl confidence in my
judgement
Her violet wig had gone missing that afternoon and it was unfortunate that she had named it Violet. “Where’s Violet,?” she would ask. You’re here, they would reply but was she. Her existence was suspect.
six letters.
A colour, a name.
A version of purple.
But really, it is still purple no matter how hard it tries to be ‘violet;.
It is also a flower, but not one of the most famous ones.
Rose are red, violets are blue – urghh incorrect.
The violet hue of traces leading from the past blurred Joseph’s vision of the present, as he awoke from slumber with a start. To the right of his bedside were flowers of the deepest purple, and a young lady dressed in dark blue.
Violet is a colour. It is a pretty colour. It is also a flower. You can smeel it and it smells lovely.
She’s bored all day. Does nothing at all. You can see the dullness, and lack of activity in her violet eyes. This girl needs some air. Some time to be one with the flowers from which her name came from.
I never thought that Jack would like this colour. However, as soon as I presented him with a flower of this colour he elated with joy and said, ‘I’m loving it.
Her eyes. They were one of a kind. They were seen from behind her spectacles, which could only be seen from the top rim as she dug her head into a book at a coffee shop across from where I work.
very intrusive of Liz– eavesdropping there. Under that shrub there is no shrinking violet!
The color drifted slowly to me. Like a silk scarf. It gently landed, draping itself across my hand. I rubbed the violet silk between my fingers, and smiled.
We walked through that garden, just the two of us, crunching the morning frost underfoot as we went. Violets, tulips and all manner of foliage grew in every soil bed, creating a beautiful place to take a loved one. I led her to a vintage bench, situated in the middle of the yard, surrounded by Birds of Paradise, and sat with her. Placing my hand on hers, she took the hint and interlaced her fingers with mine, and together, we watched the sun begin to make its long journey across the clear sky.
purple
flower
violet is like violin?
crayons
coloring
i’m gonna die of laughter if i actually did yesterday’s word early.. and the word was in fact violet and not violent… or maybe it’s just coincidental? i’m guessing so since i’m retarded and it’s 2:26 am. of course i didn’t do it early. but this color reminds me of picasso and the princess diaries.
crown chakra energy.
popsicle shivers on my head.
Cry. stop. Dry your eyes.
Feel the delicate purple in your veins before you drop dead with just two dusty eyes in your skull.
violet was the name of her stuffed rabbit that she’d had since she was 3 years old. She’s 34 now. It was the oldest of all the stuff she owned. Violet has traveled in duffel bags and suitcases to Japan and Canada. Violet has sat on the bookshelf; bookended by fiction and has fallen under the wardrobe keeping company with dust bunnies. Now, Violet lay beside the pillow cuddling books.
Her name was Violet. Her legs went on for days. Like the stalks of the flower for which she was named. I died every time she looked my way. I stole a kiss every time those eyes touched my face. We never spoke, just endless looks. Me and my Violet, forever.
tender, beautiful. violet eyes like rich psychedelic mosaic purple dandelion flowers in the crystals of your eyes. i try reading it but it’s like trying to understand braille. You are a specimen of honesty. A child full of gentle high-waving cosmic earth energy. You are eyes. You are child. You are the whiff of spring before winter has left.
purple flowers covering the lake. without any delay she stooped over to pick them up. the trails of her skirt skimming the water as she went. Lily wished she were named for another flower. Really, she wished she were named something else entirely
it’s flower. i don’t know anything more. lol. what else. hmmmmm. dunno.. it’s color..?
that was her name…violet – a rare woman of style, class, dignity, and mystery – violet – but what was her last name
The violet sky ejects onto the battle, raveling silhouettes of roughened armlured men bathed is steel armor.
purple, my mother’s favorite color. loss, sad birthday. spring flowers. something close to violence
Draped in stifling violet suede
Packing dust of an archaic rage
Roaring upon, tackled and bound
Braided manes and shattered teeth
Violet Turner, clinical psychiatrist. She was the one violently attacked by one of her patients, who turned into a psycopath after losing her own baby to miscarriage. She thought Violet was carrying her child, and ordered a home surgery kit on the internet. And then proceeded to cut Violet open, and ran away with her baby.
a dark shadow flowing through the air with a liquid ease, gazing up with a implied vitality
the color purple. beautiful and free. flowers. fragrance. beauty. passion. love. everything is violet. everything is pure…
violet rays of sunshine , raining down on an empty pavement .
violet rays of sunshine , dancing a boring back drop .
violet rays of sun ,
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllz this is my moms fav color this is so funn not it is so boring thanks for askin my opinion haha jk lol
Violet was the most beautiful girl I had possibly ever seen in my life. She was enchanting, in her alabaster skin and dark chocolate hair that I could run my fingers through for days. She was absolutely stunning, and I knew I could not have her. It killed me with every ounce of my being. I didn’t want to let her go, but I knew I had to. I shut the lid of her coffin and began to weep.