fuck fuck fuck… mother mother fuck, mother mother fuck… fuck mother fuck, mother fuck, noise noise noise. One, two… One two three four noise, noise noise… smokin weed, smokin weed, doin coke, drinkin beers… drinkin beers, beers, beers. Rollin’ fatties, smokin blunts. Who smokes the blunts, we smoke the blunts! Rollin blunts and smokin… fifteen bucks, little man, put that shit in my hand… if that money doesn’t show then you owe me, owe me, owe!
the front door of the house in the woods was not very welcoming. the dark weathered wood gave a forbidding aura to the weary lost travelers as they approached it. what would they find behind this door filled them with apprehension and dread.
A welcoming embrace is waiting for me when I return from this war. I can’t wait. It’s what I dream about while I’m amidst a sea of corpses. It the light in my dark, cold, bloody world. I can’t wait to see you.
Mornings are welcoming after night; nights are welcoming in their own right. Friends welcome friends with all of their might–extend your own welcome hand to the light.
Her welcoming face was all I ever needed to see after that. I just never expected someone I had thought to be cold-hearted, a ruthless bore to have such a smile played across her lips. Like she was rejoicing in the start of my new life.
It had been long enough. No one knew when it was going to happen exactly, but everyone knew it was coming.
Now it’s here.
It’s coming faster, faster, faster… Faster than anyone ever expected.
We’re afraid now. We used to wait in agony for it to visit us, but now we know we could’ve waited a little longer.
We don’t want it here anymore. It’s not welcome.
It’s destroying everything we call home.
Her eyes seemed to glow when I walked into the room. Their liquid brown warmth wrapped itself around me and I couldn’t help smiling through my tears. She didn’t know what my tears meant- but she could see the choking sobs waiting at the back of my throat and with her eyes alone, she willed them to stay there. With her eyes alone, she told me that she’d always be there.
When a small sigh escaped me, she ran towards me, floppy brown ears trailing behind her. I knelt, threw my arms around her, hugged her close and buried my face in fur. It would all be ok. She would always be there to welcome me home.
The house was warm, bright, and comfortable. It stood right in the middle of Hibbot’s Carlos, a slightly strange little town of rundown houses and dirty streets.
But Mr.Harkley’s house was not like this. Oh no, it was the most open, inviting place of all.
Perhaps that is what gave Mr.Harkley the perfection he needed to commit his crime.
Welcoming you home is something I love to do. I’m talking to all of you. I never have figured out where home is, but I know I want to make others feel as if they’ve found it. Home is where the heart is. It’s true.
the warm wind on the fairly brisk morning was welcoming. i took off my sweater and embraced the breeze. it blew my hair back slightly, and i was then happy.
Hallo, dein Eintritt in die Welt!
Deine Fußstapfen, deine Spuren, tief im Sand, die Schwere im All, du aber fast losgelöst, dein Weg undurchdringlich in den Sternenspuren, du, Partikel des Haftenden, sei willkommen.
Willkommen zu deinem Eintritt in die Welt.
I thought that maybe given the recent events he would be more welcoming. I suppose that wasn’t that case. I saw nothing in his eyes to indicate even the slightest bit of eagerness to see me, hold me,or even speak to me.
Welcoming new things can be difficult. Many are opposed to change and the frightening new concepts it brings. Familiarity is comfortable. However, without change, many of the horrible things that we currently face will remain a part of our lives. Change is a necessary concept to bettering ourselves as a whole.
is something that we all should be. you are welcome, we are welcome and he is welcoming. To a party to a show or anywhere else. How do you become welcoming? You go to a manners’ school where you are taught how to be a nice person. We are all going to be welcomed into something at some point.
The demure Miss M was welcoming the guests when the electricity was suddenly cut off. Everyone was in the state of panic. Everyone were rushing towards the exit. Little that they know, someone was watching, highly fueled with vendetta.
Welcoming is an act of kindness; it is also a funny word to be the word of the day because I thought it was actually an organic part of the site, as it were, “welcoming” me to the webpage. Funny how the brain interprets things — I was looking for another word, only to see it is this mundane little word: “welcoming.”
Her face warm and welcoming, she opened the door to usher in the party guests. Thanksgiving has always been a momentous occasion in their family, and this year would be no different.
God. No one loves you more, and he could not care less how you make your money, or if you gained weight, or if you don’t think you are where you hoped you’d be in this lifetime. Just come.
Her warm touch was welcoming. It was the scent of her perfume, somewhere between an old woman and a new lover. I always had a thing for older women but this, this was different. This was carnal. Beautiful. Moving.
It will be a welcoming sight. Everyone gathered, running through the lines, busy to find old friends and make new ones. Everyone hustling and bustling to get their papers checked, keys handed over, and ready to start the week’s adventure.
As welcoming as the basket of fruit seemed to others, with its metallic bow and brilliant tag, Mandlestaum felt it had a sinister expression, arranged as it was. The apples smirked at him, and the oranges rolled their eyes, and the pineapple, like a rough pagoda of thorns, seemed spoiling for a fight.
When ever I get bored I walk down to the rec center…there’s never anything interesting to do there but there’s always an Icecream truck outside. I always buy this oreo thing. Its pretty good, I must admit.
There’s no way better to accept them into your home. You just have to grit your teeth, nod at the jokes, and never backtrack. Not ONCE can you give that fleeting glance over your shoulder to your husband and meet his eyes.
She was so welcoming. I always felt like I had walked into a second home, a second family (though if truth be told, my own family was nowhere as vibrant and dynamic as she was).
After every visit I felt revitalised, not just by the tea and cakes, but by the warmth of her kindness.
home is sweet and warm, i would like to welcome someone but i dont know if someone would come…its not true I got many freinds ii dont trust. cause they dont trust me, i would welcome you for a second
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the thing about welcoming, its never legitament theres always something so un-welcoming about it. theres always that unsure-ness of being able to trust someone for real.
fuck fuck fuck… mother mother fuck, mother mother fuck… fuck mother fuck, mother fuck, noise noise noise. One, two… One two three four noise, noise noise… smokin weed, smokin weed, doin coke, drinkin beers… drinkin beers, beers, beers. Rollin’ fatties, smokin blunts. Who smokes the blunts, we smoke the blunts! Rollin blunts and smokin… fifteen bucks, little man, put that shit in my hand… if that money doesn’t show then you owe me, owe me, owe!
Ich mag dich und du bist immer willkommen, wann du willst Ich bitte dich in mein Haus zu kommen, ganz leise. Du lächelst und verstehst.
home
warming
place
welcome
accepted
warm
kind
caring
gentle
giving
generous
the front door of the house in the woods was not very welcoming. the dark weathered wood gave a forbidding aura to the weary lost travelers as they approached it. what would they find behind this door filled them with apprehension and dread.
A welcoming embrace is waiting for me when I return from this war. I can’t wait. It’s what I dream about while I’m amidst a sea of corpses. It the light in my dark, cold, bloody world. I can’t wait to see you.
Mornings are welcoming after night; nights are welcoming in their own right. Friends welcome friends with all of their might–extend your own welcome hand to the light.
Her welcoming face was all I ever needed to see after that. I just never expected someone I had thought to be cold-hearted, a ruthless bore to have such a smile played across her lips. Like she was rejoicing in the start of my new life.
It had been long enough. No one knew when it was going to happen exactly, but everyone knew it was coming.
Now it’s here.
It’s coming faster, faster, faster… Faster than anyone ever expected.
We’re afraid now. We used to wait in agony for it to visit us, but now we know we could’ve waited a little longer.
We don’t want it here anymore. It’s not welcome.
It’s destroying everything we call home.
Her eyes seemed to glow when I walked into the room. Their liquid brown warmth wrapped itself around me and I couldn’t help smiling through my tears. She didn’t know what my tears meant- but she could see the choking sobs waiting at the back of my throat and with her eyes alone, she willed them to stay there. With her eyes alone, she told me that she’d always be there.
When a small sigh escaped me, she ran towards me, floppy brown ears trailing behind her. I knelt, threw my arms around her, hugged her close and buried my face in fur. It would all be ok. She would always be there to welcome me home.
The house was warm, bright, and comfortable. It stood right in the middle of Hibbot’s Carlos, a slightly strange little town of rundown houses and dirty streets.
But Mr.Harkley’s house was not like this. Oh no, it was the most open, inviting place of all.
Perhaps that is what gave Mr.Harkley the perfection he needed to commit his crime.
Welcoming the lizards in, across the sandy stones, my feet burn on the sun-hot tiles. I only feel like welcoming things that can’t talk today.
bright warm, friendly, smiles, sunshine, love . . .
Welcoming you home is something I love to do. I’m talking to all of you. I never have figured out where home is, but I know I want to make others feel as if they’ve found it. Home is where the heart is. It’s true.
the warm wind on the fairly brisk morning was welcoming. i took off my sweater and embraced the breeze. it blew my hair back slightly, and i was then happy.
Hallo, dein Eintritt in die Welt!
Deine Fußstapfen, deine Spuren, tief im Sand, die Schwere im All, du aber fast losgelöst, dein Weg undurchdringlich in den Sternenspuren, du, Partikel des Haftenden, sei willkommen.
Willkommen zu deinem Eintritt in die Welt.
I thought that maybe given the recent events he would be more welcoming. I suppose that wasn’t that case. I saw nothing in his eyes to indicate even the slightest bit of eagerness to see me, hold me,or even speak to me.
Welcoming new things can be difficult. Many are opposed to change and the frightening new concepts it brings. Familiarity is comfortable. However, without change, many of the horrible things that we currently face will remain a part of our lives. Change is a necessary concept to bettering ourselves as a whole.
is something that we all should be. you are welcome, we are welcome and he is welcoming. To a party to a show or anywhere else. How do you become welcoming? You go to a manners’ school where you are taught how to be a nice person. We are all going to be welcomed into something at some point.
The demure Miss M was welcoming the guests when the electricity was suddenly cut off. Everyone was in the state of panic. Everyone were rushing towards the exit. Little that they know, someone was watching, highly fueled with vendetta.
Get the hell out of my office!
But I’m here for the interview?
you son of a bitch!
Welcoming is an act of kindness; it is also a funny word to be the word of the day because I thought it was actually an organic part of the site, as it were, “welcoming” me to the webpage. Funny how the brain interprets things — I was looking for another word, only to see it is this mundane little word: “welcoming.”
Her face warm and welcoming, she opened the door to usher in the party guests. Thanksgiving has always been a momentous occasion in their family, and this year would be no different.
This year, Grandma had new dentures.
Coming home to the smell of hot chocolate. fresh mown grass. coffee. a cheese plate. my mom. old friends. a kitten. fresh bread. family. a big smile.
NO welcoming grace for my hole-riddled muse who does not have any feedback for me at all. Where’s my brain gone to?
God. No one loves you more, and he could not care less how you make your money, or if you gained weight, or if you don’t think you are where you hoped you’d be in this lifetime. Just come.
Her warm touch was welcoming. It was the scent of her perfume, somewhere between an old woman and a new lover. I always had a thing for older women but this, this was different. This was carnal. Beautiful. Moving.
It will be a welcoming sight. Everyone gathered, running through the lines, busy to find old friends and make new ones. Everyone hustling and bustling to get their papers checked, keys handed over, and ready to start the week’s adventure.
As welcoming as the basket of fruit seemed to others, with its metallic bow and brilliant tag, Mandlestaum felt it had a sinister expression, arranged as it was. The apples smirked at him, and the oranges rolled their eyes, and the pineapple, like a rough pagoda of thorns, seemed spoiling for a fight.
When ever I get bored I walk down to the rec center…there’s never anything interesting to do there but there’s always an Icecream truck outside. I always buy this oreo thing. Its pretty good, I must admit.
welcoming – warm – Martha Stewart – perfect hostess – Desperate Housewives – Swing City – Mardi Gras – naked buns – Santa Monica at Halloween
welcome the ones who beg for more.. to go the extra step of betrayal.. he glance stealing my beats the moment they faultere..
There’s no way better to accept them into your home. You just have to grit your teeth, nod at the jokes, and never backtrack. Not ONCE can you give that fleeting glance over your shoulder to your husband and meet his eyes.
open and inviting, friendly, outgoing, nice, kind, open minded, clear, pure, door
its most welcoming have the holy spirit
She was so welcoming. I always felt like I had walked into a second home, a second family (though if truth be told, my own family was nowhere as vibrant and dynamic as she was).
After every visit I felt revitalised, not just by the tea and cakes, but by the warmth of her kindness.
home is sweet and warm, i would like to welcome someone but i dont know if someone would come…its not true I got many freinds ii dont trust. cause they dont trust me, i would welcome you for a second
.
welcoming the sun with moon still in the field of my heart, tugging me back into dark places yet the sun drawing into the light i welcome
you are there and the door opens i nearly slip on your words and the mat at my feet but i am here this is welcoming
the thing about welcoming, its never legitament theres always something so un-welcoming about it. theres always that unsure-ness of being able to trust someone for real.
their stares were anything but, as I meandered around the couch toward the living room.
Fuck them. Fuck ’em all. I don’t need a cubbyhole to shove myself into.