i have no words when i think of him. it’s not because it’s perfect or he’s perfect but when i read welcoming he is who i thought of. i guess it’s because i fought this off but so far, i guess i’m happy. yeah, he’s a big baby brat, but… i’m open to this. this can work.
This makes me think of pineapples. I think there is something historical about pineapples and “welcoming.” Maybe it’s because pineapples were fruits that were hard to come by, back in the day anyway. Now you can go to practically any super market at any time of the year and buy a pineapple. It’s amazing, isn’t it? That you can find rare fruits in grocery stores?
welcoming is like when you get cake and stuff. oh…it must be your birthday. so its just another normal day…no big deal. then BAM cake. “shit, like whoa”
now my day is a million times better and i feel special. i feel welcomed. well, shit son, im glad.
When I think of welcoming, i think of my senior year in high school. It was only my second year at that particular school, but everyone was so much like a family to me. I came to love the people at that school more than anyone else before. They welcomed me with loving arms.
when someone is welcoming you know that no matter what, when you’re with them, you’re going to be home. Doesn’t even matter where you are as long as your with them, that’s where you’re most welcome and supposed to be.
To be welcoming is to be inviting. To welcome someone into your home is to give a sense of trust, a sense of acceptance. Likewise it is when welcoming someone into your life, or your heart. Welcoming is a show of kindness, of affection, and of friendship. To be welcoming is to be loving.
It was a welcoming day.. you know, if you exclude all the other crap that happened earlier. Well, the weather was nice. See? Things could have been worse!
i welcomed her into the bar her arms wide open she looked at me and asked me to come back to her place she had a grim smile on i couldnt say no i discretly looked and her and said why you whore hell nmo i will not come back to your place! how dare you ask
the welcoming applause from the crowd made me feel as if i had done something worthy of their attention and adoration. yet to me i felt as if standing on that stage i had done nothing but lie, lie to them, lie to myself and now they are thanking me for it.
The snow and the rain and the sleet were all that greeted her, welcomed her, to the tiny town of absolute oblivion. She wasn’t sore in the slightest, but she had learned early on in life that boring things only get worse, not better. Never good enough, never something that one could recover for life.
i love it when people welcome me into their home, it makes me feel so warm and snuggly inside, i love tea, it also makes me feel warm, like winter, or the opposite of winter, like the feeling of coming inside when your toes are frost bitten and they get all tingly and you feel like they’re going to fall off and then you’re like ahhh now its all better. and you build snowmen and eat gingerbread.
my boyfriends parents are very welcoming. it’s not something i’m used to but i love it. they’re the best. his mom usually greets me with a hug(: i just love her. ohhhh welcoming.
Home, a very welcoming place. Good friends and family, a welcome mat, good food, warm bed, safe place to stay, comforting. Welcome Home parties, New Year’s
Hello. It’s nice to meet you I can’t wait to get to know you better. I can’t wait to see the world with you. To grow in new ways with you. I know we will be great friends. I’ll be seeing you soon :)
the door swung open, with the air of a mother welcoming a son back home. “hello, hello, please do come in.” said the plump short figure framed in the door way. “Get out of that nasty rain, and come sit by the fire. I have a roast on, and you are welcome to a slice.”
this is a common word which we use to show our hospitality but certain people use it with a sarcastic tone. welcome should be the general attitude towards any positive change in life. only then can we grow more and mature into better adults.
I don’t remember the last time I came home, but I was sure I was feeling better then than I am now. I couldn’t find the word – useless, depressed, unworthy – but I was feeling horrible.
“Oh honey,” my mom smiles, “I missed you!” With a quick hug, she suddenly reminds me a feeling I’ve been missing for a while.
It was a welcoming party hosted by my new employer. Unfortunately, I’ve never been the type of person who likes parties.
I awkwardly shook hands with several of my new coworkers and their trophy wives, all smiling plastic smiles toward me and pretending to be interested. I responded in a similar fashion, smiling like I used to smile when my mother forced me to pose for pictures when I really just wanted to go home.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
like a welcoming committee. they’re never very welcoming though. usually just overbearing and too loud. i think the best welcoming committee is just a business card that says “call us when you’re ready,” not some big dog and pony show with elephants and girls in leotards and batons.
I wish I could feel welcoming, or welcomed. If something could invoke any side of that emotion, perhaps I’d feel saved. Perhaps it’d be some driftwood to cling to in this storm I’m drowning in.
I’m lost in infinite water, an Ocean. And it’s not very welcoming.
smiles. That’s what friendly people are able to manage — and something I can’t. I don’t have that wide, welcoming smile that puts people at ease and tells them I might be remotely inter
Welcoming, what an interesting word. I wonder how welcoming the world is to new ideas, new people, and change. What if people were more welcoming to change? I welcome a better world.
A warm welcoming is the quickest way to make me feel comfortable.
Welcoming me with his warm eyes and ivory skin I breath out in a pleasant matter I love this man and he loves me.
i have no words when i think of him. it’s not because it’s perfect or he’s perfect but when i read welcoming he is who i thought of. i guess it’s because i fought this off but so far, i guess i’m happy. yeah, he’s a big baby brat, but… i’m open to this. this can work.
This makes me think of pineapples. I think there is something historical about pineapples and “welcoming.” Maybe it’s because pineapples were fruits that were hard to come by, back in the day anyway. Now you can go to practically any super market at any time of the year and buy a pineapple. It’s amazing, isn’t it? That you can find rare fruits in grocery stores?
welcoming her back into his life was not what the doctor ordered, but was what an ailing heart craved.
welcoming is like when you get cake and stuff. oh…it must be your birthday. so its just another normal day…no big deal. then BAM cake. “shit, like whoa”
now my day is a million times better and i feel special. i feel welcomed. well, shit son, im glad.
When I think of welcoming, i think of my senior year in high school. It was only my second year at that particular school, but everyone was so much like a family to me. I came to love the people at that school more than anyone else before. They welcomed me with loving arms.
home hope warm safe together inward inside the note ‘e’ on the cello low down.
when someone is welcoming you know that no matter what, when you’re with them, you’re going to be home. Doesn’t even matter where you are as long as your with them, that’s where you’re most welcome and supposed to be.
To be welcoming is to be inviting. To welcome someone into your home is to give a sense of trust, a sense of acceptance. Likewise it is when welcoming someone into your life, or your heart. Welcoming is a show of kindness, of affection, and of friendship. To be welcoming is to be loving.
It was a welcoming day.. you know, if you exclude all the other crap that happened earlier. Well, the weather was nice. See? Things could have been worse!
i welcomed her into the bar her arms wide open she looked at me and asked me to come back to her place she had a grim smile on i couldnt say no i discretly looked and her and said why you whore hell nmo i will not come back to your place! how dare you ask
the welcoming applause from the crowd made me feel as if i had done something worthy of their attention and adoration. yet to me i felt as if standing on that stage i had done nothing but lie, lie to them, lie to myself and now they are thanking me for it.
The snow and the rain and the sleet were all that greeted her, welcomed her, to the tiny town of absolute oblivion. She wasn’t sore in the slightest, but she had learned early on in life that boring things only get worse, not better. Never good enough, never something that one could recover for life.
I felt the foreboding even as I stepped across the cold greeting room tile.
Get the hell out.
You didn’t say the words but they dripped from your false smile.
Only the ice in the glass ice tea could possible be colder.
Though you opened the door and waved me in,
I was not welcome.
We glared daggers at each other
but father was oblivious.
I never wanted to be near you,
but for fathers sake I will try.
I just pray we can make through this holiday without killing each other.
i love it when people welcome me into their home, it makes me feel so warm and snuggly inside, i love tea, it also makes me feel warm, like winter, or the opposite of winter, like the feeling of coming inside when your toes are frost bitten and they get all tingly and you feel like they’re going to fall off and then you’re like ahhh now its all better. and you build snowmen and eat gingerbread.
my boyfriends parents are very welcoming. it’s not something i’m used to but i love it. they’re the best. his mom usually greets me with a hug(: i just love her. ohhhh welcoming.
Home, a very welcoming place. Good friends and family, a welcome mat, good food, warm bed, safe place to stay, comforting. Welcome Home parties, New Year’s
A cozy house, friendly people, fresh cookies, sweet smells, comfortable.
I wanna be the one welcoming every one with a fake smile cos I don’t have any real smiles left in me…
Hello. It’s nice to meet you I can’t wait to get to know you better. I can’t wait to see the world with you. To grow in new ways with you. I know we will be great friends. I’ll be seeing you soon :)
the door swung open, with the air of a mother welcoming a son back home. “hello, hello, please do come in.” said the plump short figure framed in the door way. “Get out of that nasty rain, and come sit by the fire. I have a roast on, and you are welcome to a slice.”
this is a common word which we use to show our hospitality but certain people use it with a sarcastic tone. welcome should be the general attitude towards any positive change in life. only then can we grow more and mature into better adults.
I don’t remember the last time I came home, but I was sure I was feeling better then than I am now. I couldn’t find the word – useless, depressed, unworthy – but I was feeling horrible.
“Oh honey,” my mom smiles, “I missed you!” With a quick hug, she suddenly reminds me a feeling I’ve been missing for a while.
Feeling welcomed.
It was a welcoming party hosted by my new employer. Unfortunately, I’ve never been the type of person who likes parties.
I awkwardly shook hands with several of my new coworkers and their trophy wives, all smiling plastic smiles toward me and pretending to be interested. I responded in a similar fashion, smiling like I used to smile when my mother forced me to pose for pictures when I really just wanted to go home.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
I am here. And you want me to be here. What in the world is greater than that. Our senses are in tune for we are enjoying each others presence. Thank you for your hospitality and love. I feel welcome. And thats all anyone can ask for.
like a welcoming committee. they’re never very welcoming though. usually just overbearing and too loud. i think the best welcoming committee is just a business card that says “call us when you’re ready,” not some big dog and pony show with elephants and girls in leotards and batons.
but that’s just me.
new sun, new morning, new day, new sky, new me…
I wish I could feel welcoming, or welcomed. If something could invoke any side of that emotion, perhaps I’d feel saved. Perhaps it’d be some driftwood to cling to in this storm I’m drowning in.
I’m lost in infinite water, an Ocean. And it’s not very welcoming.
The new haunted house on the hill
Recently empty
Once deserted
Not for sale
Welcoming nobody
Houses a spirit.
It likes maraschino cherries.
i need you. ill be there soon. i miss you so bad. welcome me. please. im ready are you?
a very nice person that makes you feel comfortable and it’s very lovely and makes you happy. i really can’t explain it.
She walked into the house and felt like she belonged. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but certainly one she could get used to.
welcoming is not something needed, but it provides a comfort and security that is often wanted. It also provides the security that some people need.
smiles. That’s what friendly people are able to manage — and something I can’t. I don’t have that wide, welcoming smile that puts people at ease and tells them I might be remotely inter
Welcoming, what an interesting word. I wonder how welcoming the world is to new ideas, new people, and change. What if people were more welcoming to change? I welcome a better world.
Hello
Hey there
Come on in
Can I take your coat?
Can I help you?