From where to where? Simply a stone formation with a hole in the middle. Is it a bridge, a tunnel between two worlds? He goes through, walks around, repeats, ten times. “Am I ten times removed from the real world now?” he mocks. “No, you have to go back,” I say in back. “Rewind clockwise,” I drag his arm but he laughs it off and heads towards the car.
She felt her back arch protectively as he passed close to her. He brushed against her on purpose, she was sure. God, she hated him. She stared stonily ahead and paid him no mind. The game isn’t fun if you refuse to play.
Makes me think of a story arch – actions lead up to a major event and then winds down from there to the conclusion. Stories can even have sets of many arches – minor ones to keep the story going but an overall one that is the main point to the whole thing.
Audrey ran up the golden hill, her breaths coming in rapids gasps. The cloud of grey behind her was rushing and gaining on her quickly, its wisps beginning to trickle around her ankles. How would she ever conquer her inner disturbance? How would she ever find the peace she needed to reach her true strength, her true power? Upon the hill, a white arch appeared; below it, between its pillars, stood a bright golden shroud in the shape of someone she had known all her life.
Tendons tensing,
arching
her feet curling up, under my soft breath
gentle fingers and just slick wet roads
for my toungue to walk
she on her joining paradise
Poised at the end of the springboard, she shivered and was overcome with the sound of her heart pumping. Lub-dub, lub-dub. She could picture the fluid moving inside, chamber to chamber, but she couldn’t imagine how it continued to function when she was struck with such fear. It seemed it should be in an eternal loop, the way her thoughts cycled endlessly back to that day.
Architecture really gives you an eye for buildings.
Like, Dom comes back home for summer break after weeks of studying how cities are literally put together, and he walks around his hometown and notices all these things: the way roofs slope downward and how walls connect. He realizes that his neighbors’ house has an arched doorway. They’re such regular things, and they’ve been there forever. He can’t quite place what’s so special about it.
Their neighbors’ house has an arched doorway, and the girl who lives in that house is his age and has really lovely eyes. He notices the curve of her smile and the arch of her brows when she laughs. And, like, they grew up together. But he’s never noticed before.
Turns out, architecture really gives you an eye for things that are beautiful.
An arch can be beautiful. Holding flowers and ribbons above a wedding. Covering a winding path with dangling lavender. It can also be sad, holding a banner at a prom you dont have a date to. Or a name of someone who’s funeral you didn’t think you would be able to attend without crying, and you did cry.
His back created a perfect arch as I ran my fingertips down his torso. He was beautiful, I wanted to kiss every inch of him, drink him in like a fine wine. No one had ever loved anyone as much as I loved him right now.
In the morning
As she rolls from her side
And the shades play criss cross on her
Early learning eyes
She arches her spine, opens her mouth
And kisses the day with a yawn
There is an arch in New York City. It is very famous but I have only seen it in pictures. There is another arch in Cabo San Lucas, that I have seen in person. I think arches are pretty cool. One day I would like to see the arch in St. Louis.
arch is a word. It has 4 letters and 1 sylabol. It starts with a and ends with h. The 2nd letter of that word is r. The second letter of that word is c.
an arch spans across the sky like a rainbow, or is it a rainbow? I’ve always seen rainbows after a downpour, but that’s science for you. An arch in personality is someone who generally doesn’t stay in one place for who they are.
Arches are graceful. I wish I were gracefuk. Peoplemtell me I am but thats probably just bc im smol. also I can’t dance for shit. But I feel like if I were like audrey hepburn I would b mor GRACEFUL aslo I like memes. Also im probbly gonn GO HOME ANd watch portlandia and cry tonight. ok lmao this iis not about aeches anumore ok also shut the tufkc up??? like do i need to hear about ur promblems? no. also untit day is a scam. pasarow did 9/11. also what would be cool is to have like unlimited money but even like $10 would be a great bargain for me. also shut up hahahahahahahahaah
the arch was beautiful, covered in roses and carnations. yet how could something so beautiful represent something so sad. my mother cried as she stared at the casket under it.
I pulled my hood up as I looked left and right. Under the archway, I was somewhat protected from the chilling rain that happens in the fall to winter transition. It’s the worst, but what sucks even more is that my ride is late. I have one hour to save the world, and my ride is late.
The arch of the tree led me to believe it would soon die. As I look up at the tree and watch the sun fade to night between its branches. I can’t help but hope to be that beautiful when I die.
This is what he did with his eyebrow when you did something he didn’t like. The slightest thing. Maybe said something about an article you read, or a show you saw, or a person you met or a thought you had. None of it was ever as good as what he had to offer. That left eyebrow told you every time. Funny thing was, he had nothing to show for all that arrogance. Arrogant people usually don’t. Check it out.
The arch is wide across the water, leaving a wide space underneath where the water flows slowly, reflecting the old bridge for the last hours of the day.
The arch of my back curves like the bend of a river as I hold my pose. Yoga has never been my thing, but I’m always up for trying something new. I need to push my limits.
I stood in place, looking straight up at the arch above me and how I would love to have her with me. She’d take my hand and i’d give her my jacket and we’d be happy. We’d have new dreams together and we’d be safe.
It was daring, risky even, to be wearing what she was wearing. The Middle East could be unforgiving but she knew better than most that the arabs enjoyed following the curve of a woman’s body. It was only the women who would be likely to raise their eyebrows. As she stepped through the grand arch to the entrance of the Hyatt she could feel their eyes on her. She had a love hate relationship with this place. Hated the traffic, the narrow minded religious fervour, the arrogance of the locals, the exploitation of workers, but there was something exotic about the relentless heat, the constant whir and hum of arabic music and the call to prayer, the extreme opulence – it made her feel a little dangerous.
When you find an arch you know the archer is close. The archer never leaves its arch unless he is dead or lost in his disturbing dreams. But the archer does not always make his arch. An arch can be found, it can integrate a new realm. The arch is foremost the best invention because it works from a distance, offering the user a stealthy interference. However, this instrument is not for made for hunting. It was put in the first place in the hand of a creator. That way the creator could set in motion his creation. Arches are found in a fractal disposition: the creation finds a new arch and becomes a creator, and so on. This is how we were set in motion. This is how we will set in motion.
I felt like a cat, so I arched my back, and I yawned and it turned into a yowl. I was eager for some milk, though, come to think of it, milk would be a lot better with cookies. So I jogged out to my car, drove to the grocery store, and bought a whole pack of peanut butter oreos to dunk into a hefty, majestic glass of dairy goodness.
As I was chewing, my real cat, Nibbles, pranced up to me and arched his own back. I meowed at him. He meowed back.
From where to where? Simply a stone formation with a hole in the middle. Is it a bridge, a tunnel between two worlds? He goes through, walks around, repeats, ten times. “Am I ten times removed from the real world now?” he mocks. “No, you have to go back,” I say in back. “Rewind clockwise,” I drag his arm but he laughs it off and heads towards the car.
An arrow cut through the air, screaming as it went. Striking the ground, a huge explosion was let out, air molecules exploding behind it.
My heart skipped for a second as your hands reached the arch of my back.
These are the kind of moments that I live for.
“That’s what’s left of the ancient Romans,” he said.
“What do you mean ‘what’s left?’ I’m pretty sure they were never in Louisianna. And what about, you know, the modern Romans?”
“Oh you know what I mean.”
the pregnate woman had a arch in her back from the baby weight
arch reminds me of the arch in CSGOinferno map.
lets say the CTs faced their arch enemies the Ts at the arch in inferno :)
She felt her back arch protectively as he passed close to her. He brushed against her on purpose, she was sure. God, she hated him. She stared stonily ahead and paid him no mind. The game isn’t fun if you refuse to play.
Makes me think of a story arch – actions lead up to a major event and then winds down from there to the conclusion. Stories can even have sets of many arches – minor ones to keep the story going but an overall one that is the main point to the whole thing.
your back to release something. Something pulling you up, or out, arch your back.
these days have been slow moving, we’ve been straining.
Arch your mind.
Audrey ran up the golden hill, her breaths coming in rapids gasps. The cloud of grey behind her was rushing and gaining on her quickly, its wisps beginning to trickle around her ankles. How would she ever conquer her inner disturbance? How would she ever find the peace she needed to reach her true strength, her true power? Upon the hill, a white arch appeared; below it, between its pillars, stood a bright golden shroud in the shape of someone she had known all her life.
Tendons tensing,
arching
her feet curling up, under my soft breath
gentle fingers and just slick wet roads
for my toungue to walk
she on her joining paradise
Poised at the end of the springboard, she shivered and was overcome with the sound of her heart pumping. Lub-dub, lub-dub. She could picture the fluid moving inside, chamber to chamber, but she couldn’t imagine how it continued to function when she was struck with such fear. It seemed it should be in an eternal loop, the way her thoughts cycled endlessly back to that day.
She arched her back and jumped.
A fragment of a circle that stretches where rainbows end
They kissed under the arch of the bridge. She swayed back and he caught her, laughing at their good fortune.
Architecture really gives you an eye for buildings.
Like, Dom comes back home for summer break after weeks of studying how cities are literally put together, and he walks around his hometown and notices all these things: the way roofs slope downward and how walls connect. He realizes that his neighbors’ house has an arched doorway. They’re such regular things, and they’ve been there forever. He can’t quite place what’s so special about it.
Their neighbors’ house has an arched doorway, and the girl who lives in that house is his age and has really lovely eyes. He notices the curve of her smile and the arch of her brows when she laughs. And, like, they grew up together. But he’s never noticed before.
Turns out, architecture really gives you an eye for things that are beautiful.
I passed under the arch leading into my uncle’s home. Tears still running down my face. My aunt came out and hugged me close.
“I’m so sorry Pearl,” she whispered.
I tried to keep back the tears as I nodded.
“Why don’t you go unpack.”
I nodded again and practically ran up the stairs, into my room and fell on to the bed. I burst into tears.
An arch can be beautiful. Holding flowers and ribbons above a wedding. Covering a winding path with dangling lavender. It can also be sad, holding a banner at a prom you dont have a date to. Or a name of someone who’s funeral you didn’t think you would be able to attend without crying, and you did cry.
His back created a perfect arch as I ran my fingertips down his torso. He was beautiful, I wanted to kiss every inch of him, drink him in like a fine wine. No one had ever loved anyone as much as I loved him right now.
In the morning
As she rolls from her side
And the shades play criss cross on her
Early learning eyes
She arches her spine, opens her mouth
And kisses the day with a yawn
There is an arch in New York City. It is very famous but I have only seen it in pictures. There is another arch in Cabo San Lucas, that I have seen in person. I think arches are pretty cool. One day I would like to see the arch in St. Louis.
It’s subconscious when I lean into his touch. I want to feel him, my body arches and my eyes close.
arch is a word. It has 4 letters and 1 sylabol. It starts with a and ends with h. The 2nd letter of that word is r. The second letter of that word is c.
The ruins beckon me with their crumbling stone archways and faded courtyards of former glory. I kneel, and ponder.
an arch spans across the sky like a rainbow, or is it a rainbow? I’ve always seen rainbows after a downpour, but that’s science for you. An arch in personality is someone who generally doesn’t stay in one place for who they are.
sorry idon’t know i know the meaning of this words。。
an arch reminds me of like half circle or something along the lines of that
i went to the arch of something in Illinos or something like that i dont really remeber it and it was really cool but i dont rember much
an arch reminds me of like half circle or something along the lines of that
I shimmy up your side
and blend in with
the crowd
all dusty from
street-dirt and
such a long day
Homeward bound
toward the arch
(so small in the
distance)
I know with
our approach
it will protect
in all its
w i d e
stony
shadow.
Arches are graceful. I wish I were gracefuk. Peoplemtell me I am but thats probably just bc im smol. also I can’t dance for shit. But I feel like if I were like audrey hepburn I would b mor GRACEFUL aslo I like memes. Also im probbly gonn GO HOME ANd watch portlandia and cry tonight. ok lmao this iis not about aeches anumore ok also shut the tufkc up??? like do i need to hear about ur promblems? no. also untit day is a scam. pasarow did 9/11. also what would be cool is to have like unlimited money but even like $10 would be a great bargain for me. also shut up hahahahahahahahaah
the arch was beautiful, covered in roses and carnations. yet how could something so beautiful represent something so sad. my mother cried as she stared at the casket under it.
I pulled my hood up as I looked left and right. Under the archway, I was somewhat protected from the chilling rain that happens in the fall to winter transition. It’s the worst, but what sucks even more is that my ride is late. I have one hour to save the world, and my ride is late.
The arch of the tree led me to believe it would soon die. As I look up at the tree and watch the sun fade to night between its branches. I can’t help but hope to be that beautiful when I die.
This is what he did with his eyebrow when you did something he didn’t like. The slightest thing. Maybe said something about an article you read, or a show you saw, or a person you met or a thought you had. None of it was ever as good as what he had to offer. That left eyebrow told you every time. Funny thing was, he had nothing to show for all that arrogance. Arrogant people usually don’t. Check it out.
The arch is wide across the water, leaving a wide space underneath where the water flows slowly, reflecting the old bridge for the last hours of the day.
The arch of my back curves like the bend of a river as I hold my pose. Yoga has never been my thing, but I’m always up for trying something new. I need to push my limits.
I stood in place, looking straight up at the arch above me and how I would love to have her with me. She’d take my hand and i’d give her my jacket and we’d be happy. We’d have new dreams together and we’d be safe.
It was daring, risky even, to be wearing what she was wearing. The Middle East could be unforgiving but she knew better than most that the arabs enjoyed following the curve of a woman’s body. It was only the women who would be likely to raise their eyebrows. As she stepped through the grand arch to the entrance of the Hyatt she could feel their eyes on her. She had a love hate relationship with this place. Hated the traffic, the narrow minded religious fervour, the arrogance of the locals, the exploitation of workers, but there was something exotic about the relentless heat, the constant whir and hum of arabic music and the call to prayer, the extreme opulence – it made her feel a little dangerous.
When you find an arch you know the archer is close. The archer never leaves its arch unless he is dead or lost in his disturbing dreams. But the archer does not always make his arch. An arch can be found, it can integrate a new realm. The arch is foremost the best invention because it works from a distance, offering the user a stealthy interference. However, this instrument is not for made for hunting. It was put in the first place in the hand of a creator. That way the creator could set in motion his creation. Arches are found in a fractal disposition: the creation finds a new arch and becomes a creator, and so on. This is how we were set in motion. This is how we will set in motion.
I felt like a cat, so I arched my back, and I yawned and it turned into a yowl. I was eager for some milk, though, come to think of it, milk would be a lot better with cookies. So I jogged out to my car, drove to the grocery store, and bought a whole pack of peanut butter oreos to dunk into a hefty, majestic glass of dairy goodness.
As I was chewing, my real cat, Nibbles, pranced up to me and arched his own back. I meowed at him. He meowed back.
Shoulder blades in a hollow arch, smokestack vertebrae and chimney-sweep hands.
You make me clean.