Our legs stuck to the linoleum bench, our breath quick and expectant. He glanced at me only briefly before mumbling, “here we go.” One, two, three and flash. Summer was gone.
the photo booth is a cute place to take pictues with your boyfriend or girlfriend. also when your out to dinner always sit on the same said of the booth with your boyfriend or girlfriend it more personable. also make sure to always be nice to the people who work at the toll booth they work hard at their jobs
As Carl and I walked down the street, we noticed a strange booth on the side walk. There were many antique objects, all seemingly without purpose, and we were about to pass by without a care, when something caught my eye. It was a ring, or well, looked like a ring. I moved to pick it up when the booth owner stopped me.
a kissing booth? a booth at a restaurant? both are meant to be shared. both are made for more than one. both are made for love, for friendship, for feelings. a booth is a wonderful place to sit, to play, to love. it brings two people close.
the booth was filled with half-drunk teenagers who were just at a “hot party” and needed something fun to do. the diner had a few people here and there, but for the most part it was quiet. except for that one booth. the designated driver was getting tired and wanted to leave. but the teenagers were screaming at him. so he left without them.
They sat in it like they were strangers. She poured the syrup, the nozzle opening and closing like a morning mouth. Sticky and unforgiving. She clanked the fork against the plate. He yawned. Their server noted ‘couple’ on her notepad.
I slid slowly into the booth. Facing him, unable to meet his dark and piercing eyes. He looked grim. I had done it again, broke another heart, ruined yet another persons idea of love or romance.
both of us. thats what i think. you and me. we. except i dont have a both yet, because i havent found you. im sad that i havent had the chance to find that prince charming because i dont think hes out there. or is he. is he this mold nobody can fit? i dont know! maybe i should just settle. but isnt that what everyone does, settle? thats extremely depressing if its true. I dont want to think that. Im going to think that we fall in love with our best friends who we can stand for long amounts of time and can have sexual relations with.
They starting making out in the booth and it was really sexy. He got a boner really fast and she felt it and it was amazing. She couldn’t believe her old friend would be so amazing and she didn’t care that everyone in the Waffle House was watching and cheering as she put her hands down his pants. they had played together as children and suddenly after a few beers here they were.
Booth in the diner, sticky table just cleaned, menus with ketchup residue, we sit in the elbow, in view of the whole diner like kings at the head of a royal french fry banquet.
Let’s not worry about being seen. Let’s sink in. Relax. A cup of coffee nestled and warming a palm. Whispers and soft beams of light filter through blinds. Let us just sit here and think about the space between us.
I personally prefer Seeley Booth from Bones. He’s the good old fashioned americain hero that we so idealize. He fights for what he believes in, and rarely gives in. His only known weaknesses are his son, Parker, and the woman he loves, Temperance Brennan.
I was standing in the pouring rain, trying to make a call out to my beloved. My bare skin frozen from the rain falling heavily from the sky. It felt like someone was crying on me and all I could do was stand there and wait until I could find some refuge. This refuge was the phone booth in front of me.
A kissing booth was featured in Glee. What I didn’t understand was how all the people Finn kissed didn’t get mono too. I wish Kurt had done a kissing booth, because then Blaine would have a very good reason to kiss him in public. I wonder if it is uncomfortable to do a kissing booth.
in a phone booth you can accomplish much more than a simple conversation. You can kiss a stranger, or call a police officer. You can hide from an angry mob, or complete a random act of vandalism.
we sat in the booth
i ran my tongue across my tooth
the words they say-they dont really matter anyway
when i have you by my side
you put my worries aside
take my hand and make me yours again
feel me across the booth
in your eyes i can see the truth
While I was sitting at the booth, waiting for the man that showed me the picture last night, I was nervously sipping on already luke warm coffee. I had no idea that he knew about this picture. It was a picture of my mother. My mother in a satanic cult.
She sat down in a booth, hoping that this conversation would go better then she planned. She’d spent most of the afternoon trying to word it properly. Everything she came up with sounded contrived and corny. She didn’t want to sound like a romance novel or a stupid romantic comedy. But she wanted him to know that he was the reason she woke up in the morning and that she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Is that too much to ask?
In the phone booth the man held the handle gripping firmly on the greasy stick , thinking of what to say to the wife he had left three days previously, ringing at the break of dawn maybe not wise.
I used to sit in a booth during lunch in elementary school. I remember: only certain classes could sit in the booths and there was some sort of rotating schedule. I believe the most well-behaved classes got to sit in the booths. How things have changed since then … now I’m a college graduate. My life is so much more complicated now than it was then.
when i think of the booth i think of game day. and how it was like 10 pm and everyone knew we were up there and that it was one of the first few make outs of my life. i remember it being dark and him randomly having to press buttons to change the lighting cues.
one day i was walking to the store when i stumbled upon a phone booth i grab 2 coins out of my pocket and dialed a random number someone answered and I just told them that someone loves them, be happy.
The phone booth was cold and red. It was the beacon that i was looking for to find my way home. It rang without me dialing it. I hesitantly answered it.
“Hello?”
“Listen to me well. Go to the pub half a kilo down the road and order a pint. We will find you there.”
Photo booth phone booth restaurant booth. Small places where secret things can happen. Anonymity.
He sat in the booth, way back in the dark, and observed people. It was boring at first, but soon he latched onto individuals that were interesting in the little quirks that they thought went unnoticed.
kissing booth? i dont know. one of those horrible booths in the carnival that you wouldnt want to be in anyway. whatever. horror booth? yes, one in carnivals too. telephone booth? yeah, like superman’s private room or something. but with glass all around. so much for secrecy and secret identity.
there I sat alone, a coffee on the table. the steam and cream had faded away, odd because it was freezing in the cafe. I put hands around the brim, but all that was there was a simple chill. Sighing, I looked around, my legs stuck to the ugly yellow plastic.
Oh my god it’s hot in here! I try and smile genuinely at the crowds egging me on, although their exact words are muffled. This booth is confining my confidence and my body. I hear the siren and the compere continues chattering, but it’s now in a raised frenzy of words as one million dollars in notes comes flying into my booth. I grab at it all furiously like my life depends on it.
I slid into the booth, both palms hitting the worn surface of the table. “I thought I told you that you were UNinvited,” I informed him unceremoniously.
James looked up from his plate and just stared, chewing a triangle of waffle thoughtfully as he considered my words. “I guess I mistook ‘You ugly, ungrateful brat, I never want to see you again. IF I do, I’ll give you the beating of a lifetime’ as an endearing, sisterly way of saying ‘Oh lovely! I can’t wait to see you there!'” He wiped his mouth after he set his fork down. “I’m sorry.”
The kissing booth stood out to Joey as he made his way in the carnival. Sally, the girl of his dreams, sat inside, awaiting for the payment of a quarter. Twenty-five cents for a minute of bliss? Seemed like a fair price.
She stepped into the photo booth, alone this time. So many summer days on the island, so many boys whose love was laced with the smells of suntan lotion, documented in strips of pictures. Now she stood, one breast exposed to the camera’s eye; the breast that had been removed. That was how she winked at love these days.
She knew in a glance she’d never fit inside the booth. She was blushing so deeply it hurt. Kurt looked up and smiled, he knew he was going to need to switch sides.
“Thanks” she said, as she ordered a diet soda.
A storm is brewing inside your head, stuck in an inclose place calling out to someone that is too far away to help, you want their help but no one can ever fully understand youre stuck in a box, a booth.
Agent Seeley Booth is a great FBI agent. He is very brave and loyal, and he loves his partner Bones. He eats in the Royal Diner and always sits in the same booth. He is very good looking, and he is a great father. His son’s name is Parker. He and Bones are going to have a baby, and they will probably get married, because they are in love. My minute has already ended, I’m just waiting to fill in the details needed at the bottom. Thank goodness that Angela and Hodgens’ baby wasn’t blind! They’re going to be such great parents. And RIP Vincent Nigel Murray. He was the best intern the Jeffersonian had ever seen, besides Zach. Unfortunately, Zach obeyed the cannibal, and now he’s in the mental ward. :(
As she stepped into the booth her hairs stood on end. Was it the smell? Was it the pattern on the back wall? Whatever it was, the booth reminded her of her grandma, and she felt she was doing the right thing.
The booth was red tattered vinyl. It stuck uncomfortably to the back of Carson’s shirt as he watched the seconds tick down. Becky finally showed–her hands clutching the package with a hooker’s ferocity.
Our legs stuck to the linoleum bench, our breath quick and expectant. He glanced at me only briefly before mumbling, “here we go.” One, two, three and flash. Summer was gone.
booth, i found a tooth in that booth. “bread. oh. oy. thats. hard.” booth.
the photo booth is a cute place to take pictues with your boyfriend or girlfriend. also when your out to dinner always sit on the same said of the booth with your boyfriend or girlfriend it more personable. also make sure to always be nice to the people who work at the toll booth they work hard at their jobs
As Carl and I walked down the street, we noticed a strange booth on the side walk. There were many antique objects, all seemingly without purpose, and we were about to pass by without a care, when something caught my eye. It was a ring, or well, looked like a ring. I moved to pick it up when the booth owner stopped me.
a kissing booth? a booth at a restaurant? both are meant to be shared. both are made for more than one. both are made for love, for friendship, for feelings. a booth is a wonderful place to sit, to play, to love. it brings two people close.
the booth was filled with half-drunk teenagers who were just at a “hot party” and needed something fun to do. the diner had a few people here and there, but for the most part it was quiet. except for that one booth. the designated driver was getting tired and wanted to leave. but the teenagers were screaming at him. so he left without them.
Sometimes I feel that my biggest wish is to be with you in a little booth, but sometimes I feel that if it explode with us inside, it will be better.
They sat in it like they were strangers. She poured the syrup, the nozzle opening and closing like a morning mouth. Sticky and unforgiving. She clanked the fork against the plate. He yawned. Their server noted ‘couple’ on her notepad.
I slid slowly into the booth. Facing him, unable to meet his dark and piercing eyes. He looked grim. I had done it again, broke another heart, ruined yet another persons idea of love or romance.
both of us. thats what i think. you and me. we. except i dont have a both yet, because i havent found you. im sad that i havent had the chance to find that prince charming because i dont think hes out there. or is he. is he this mold nobody can fit? i dont know! maybe i should just settle. but isnt that what everyone does, settle? thats extremely depressing if its true. I dont want to think that. Im going to think that we fall in love with our best friends who we can stand for long amounts of time and can have sexual relations with.
They starting making out in the booth and it was really sexy. He got a boner really fast and she felt it and it was amazing. She couldn’t believe her old friend would be so amazing and she didn’t care that everyone in the Waffle House was watching and cheering as she put her hands down his pants. they had played together as children and suddenly after a few beers here they were.
Booth in the diner, sticky table just cleaned, menus with ketchup residue, we sit in the elbow, in view of the whole diner like kings at the head of a royal french fry banquet.
Let’s not worry about being seen. Let’s sink in. Relax. A cup of coffee nestled and warming a palm. Whispers and soft beams of light filter through blinds. Let us just sit here and think about the space between us.
I personally prefer Seeley Booth from Bones. He’s the good old fashioned americain hero that we so idealize. He fights for what he believes in, and rarely gives in. His only known weaknesses are his son, Parker, and the woman he loves, Temperance Brennan.
I was standing in the pouring rain, trying to make a call out to my beloved. My bare skin frozen from the rain falling heavily from the sky. It felt like someone was crying on me and all I could do was stand there and wait until I could find some refuge. This refuge was the phone booth in front of me.
A kissing booth was featured in Glee. What I didn’t understand was how all the people Finn kissed didn’t get mono too. I wish Kurt had done a kissing booth, because then Blaine would have a very good reason to kiss him in public. I wonder if it is uncomfortable to do a kissing booth.
in a phone booth you can accomplish much more than a simple conversation. You can kiss a stranger, or call a police officer. You can hide from an angry mob, or complete a random act of vandalism.
photo booth, abraam lincoln, dinner at a restaurant, important. malls, stores, tv dinners, movie theatres, assination.
we sat in the booth
i ran my tongue across my tooth
the words they say-they dont really matter anyway
when i have you by my side
you put my worries aside
take my hand and make me yours again
feel me across the booth
in your eyes i can see the truth
While I was sitting at the booth, waiting for the man that showed me the picture last night, I was nervously sipping on already luke warm coffee. I had no idea that he knew about this picture. It was a picture of my mother. My mother in a satanic cult.
She sat down in a booth, hoping that this conversation would go better then she planned. She’d spent most of the afternoon trying to word it properly. Everything she came up with sounded contrived and corny. She didn’t want to sound like a romance novel or a stupid romantic comedy. But she wanted him to know that he was the reason she woke up in the morning and that she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Is that too much to ask?
In the phone booth the man held the handle gripping firmly on the greasy stick , thinking of what to say to the wife he had left three days previously, ringing at the break of dawn maybe not wise.
I used to sit in a booth during lunch in elementary school. I remember: only certain classes could sit in the booths and there was some sort of rotating schedule. I believe the most well-behaved classes got to sit in the booths. How things have changed since then … now I’m a college graduate. My life is so much more complicated now than it was then.
when i think of the booth i think of game day. and how it was like 10 pm and everyone knew we were up there and that it was one of the first few make outs of my life. i remember it being dark and him randomly having to press buttons to change the lighting cues.
one day i was walking to the store when i stumbled upon a phone booth i grab 2 coins out of my pocket and dialed a random number someone answered and I just told them that someone loves them, be happy.
The phone booth was cold and red. It was the beacon that i was looking for to find my way home. It rang without me dialing it. I hesitantly answered it.
“Hello?”
“Listen to me well. Go to the pub half a kilo down the road and order a pint. We will find you there.”
Photo booth phone booth restaurant booth. Small places where secret things can happen. Anonymity.
He sat in the booth, way back in the dark, and observed people. It was boring at first, but soon he latched onto individuals that were interesting in the little quirks that they thought went unnoticed.
kissing booth? i dont know. one of those horrible booths in the carnival that you wouldnt want to be in anyway. whatever. horror booth? yes, one in carnivals too. telephone booth? yeah, like superman’s private room or something. but with glass all around. so much for secrecy and secret identity.
there I sat alone, a coffee on the table. the steam and cream had faded away, odd because it was freezing in the cafe. I put hands around the brim, but all that was there was a simple chill. Sighing, I looked around, my legs stuck to the ugly yellow plastic.
Oh my god it’s hot in here! I try and smile genuinely at the crowds egging me on, although their exact words are muffled. This booth is confining my confidence and my body. I hear the siren and the compere continues chattering, but it’s now in a raised frenzy of words as one million dollars in notes comes flying into my booth. I grab at it all furiously like my life depends on it.
I slid into the booth, both palms hitting the worn surface of the table. “I thought I told you that you were UNinvited,” I informed him unceremoniously.
James looked up from his plate and just stared, chewing a triangle of waffle thoughtfully as he considered my words. “I guess I mistook ‘You ugly, ungrateful brat, I never want to see you again. IF I do, I’ll give you the beating of a lifetime’ as an endearing, sisterly way of saying ‘Oh lovely! I can’t wait to see you there!'” He wiped his mouth after he set his fork down. “I’m sorry.”
the booth was a pale red, dripping with sweat from burning the rubber sun in the sky, letting fly fumes of neglect, a pale tired red
The kissing booth stood out to Joey as he made his way in the carnival. Sally, the girl of his dreams, sat inside, awaiting for the payment of a quarter. Twenty-five cents for a minute of bliss? Seemed like a fair price.
The toll booth was tall and angry looking. Demanding. It commanded the room, capturing everybody’s attention. John sat up straighter. It was time.
She stepped into the photo booth, alone this time. So many summer days on the island, so many boys whose love was laced with the smells of suntan lotion, documented in strips of pictures. Now she stood, one breast exposed to the camera’s eye; the breast that had been removed. That was how she winked at love these days.
She knew in a glance she’d never fit inside the booth. She was blushing so deeply it hurt. Kurt looked up and smiled, he knew he was going to need to switch sides.
“Thanks” she said, as she ordered a diet soda.
A storm is brewing inside your head, stuck in an inclose place calling out to someone that is too far away to help, you want their help but no one can ever fully understand youre stuck in a box, a booth.
Agent Seeley Booth is a great FBI agent. He is very brave and loyal, and he loves his partner Bones. He eats in the Royal Diner and always sits in the same booth. He is very good looking, and he is a great father. His son’s name is Parker. He and Bones are going to have a baby, and they will probably get married, because they are in love. My minute has already ended, I’m just waiting to fill in the details needed at the bottom. Thank goodness that Angela and Hodgens’ baby wasn’t blind! They’re going to be such great parents. And RIP Vincent Nigel Murray. He was the best intern the Jeffersonian had ever seen, besides Zach. Unfortunately, Zach obeyed the cannibal, and now he’s in the mental ward. :(
As she stepped into the booth her hairs stood on end. Was it the smell? Was it the pattern on the back wall? Whatever it was, the booth reminded her of her grandma, and she felt she was doing the right thing.
The booth was red tattered vinyl. It stuck uncomfortably to the back of Carson’s shirt as he watched the seconds tick down. Becky finally showed–her hands clutching the package with a hooker’s ferocity.