My mom bought me new boots for christmas. i have a lot of boots because it snows here. My neighbor is called boots. Shes a quirky kid. I want some white boots that would be nice and I have a dress with birds on it that i think they would go nicely with. I probably have too many pairs of boots but I have too many of a lot of things. I have so many shirts and other clothes its ridiculous, no one should have this much.
Her big yellow boots were full of mud. They showed clearly how she had spent the afternoon. She smiled. So be it. She had enjoyed every single bit of it and wouldn’t regret anything.
The bright rays of sunshine is blinding my eyes. And though the word escapes me at the moment, all of this fares less than the realization of finally possessing the Amulet of Time. The frustrated, disillusioned townsfolk can once again hope for a better community, a better life—a better future. All I need is to get to the lighthouse to activate the mechanism and finish this madness once and for all. Best trade my boots for more sensible shoes, though; I cannot risk making any sound that would echo through the winding stairwell. But of course, “verity,” that was the word.
She heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. They were hard and harsh and full of mud in the soles–she remembered them well. Why they were here, she found it hard to muster. It had been forty-seven years since their departure. Since those boots ran out and scrubbed their mud off on someone else’s doorstep.
I love my red boots. They make me feel safe. I can run through puddles, and mud, and the rain. I saw a pair of yellow boots in the store the other day. They made me wonder whether they’d be nicer than mine that day. I looked down at my feet at my red boots, then smiled and turned and skipped away. I love my red boots because they’ll stay, on my feet for now and everyday.
black leather boots walking down the street on a skinny women. she stops and looks down, these boots were made for walking, i have always loved that song she thought. her and her boots enter the coffee shop and she locks eyes with Mr Right.
And maybe there will be something worth smiling over in the future, and maybe I won’t have to fake it anymore, but for now I’ll just keep taking the meds, slipping on my boots each morning, and wishing just for something mildly worse than you actually falling in love with me because I know that’s a lot to hope for.
Polished, heavy, loud. Thunderous clanking and stomping, creating a sound that the earth makes when splitting apart at the seams. You cock your hips and lick your teeth. Who next to press under the heel of those mighty motherfuckers?
I love boots. They keep my feet dry in the rain and warm in the snow. Boots are the best things to wear when you play in the snow. How many pairs of boots do you have. I have high boots and low shoe boots. I just love all my boots.
Boots can be worn on your feet, boots come in many different styles, colours, sizes and etc. Some people quite like collecting boots they get a sort of high when they buy boots, which Is quite strange but understandable because I’m addicted to buying Sudoku puzzles
I hear his heavy boots thump down the short hall. The door squeaks when he opens it, and I hear his heavy breathing as he shuts it behind him. His belt clicks too loudly as he unhooks it, and the rubbing of it against his belt loops is downright thunderous next to my bed. I pretend to be asleep, as though he might not hurt me if I look at peace. As though my peace has ever concerned his before. I shake in fear. He breaths too loudly, too acidic over my pillow. THUNK. THUNK. Each boot hits the floor. It’s all over now.
The night was lovely. Dark and enigmatic, like something glowing just beyond ones reach. She sat waiting for something more, boots grazing the side of the sofa. Call me “Boots” she yelled over the coming crowd. He laughed giving her a quick smile that she never quite forgot.
He brings his foot down harder, cracking the earth into a gaping crevice beneath his red leather boot. His voice is high, mocking. “Do you believe me now?”
The smooth leather is like nothing else. I wear these boots that were delicately made in Pastores. I am reminded that they are molded to my foot. They are perfect. Tonight I had one of the shoeshine boys make them look like new. And so I will walk another 100 miles.
the boots lay mangled in a corner, befriending hte cobwebs. it’s soles droop onto the floor and its overalls hang like soaked cloths. the curtain drapes tickle its laces as it falls from the window above.
boots were made for walking. never in my life did I think Id use them for anything but. And yet, here I am. My adrenaline is pumping and my heart is racing. and the heel of my treasured loubition stilleto leather boot is covered in the acidic blood of my best friend.
With her red suede boot clutched in my fist, my heart pounded as I raced against time before it was too late. I could barely see where I was going in this darkness as I followed her screams. How did I get distracted so easily? All my thoughts and senses were focused on her at that moment, and I would not back down.
I came to a halt when there was a loud thud nearby and the screaming stopped. I followed my senses and parted the thick tree branch, finally exposing herself to me. A thick stream of blood flowed down her calve caused by the trip over the shattered glass on the ground.
Her eyes stared widely back at me, and soon we both knew that it was over. It was a long time since I felt so powerful, as I slowly removed the knife from my pocket and lunged at her chest.
I huddled against the wall of the stall, desperately hoping that I wouldn’t be seen. I could hear the two girls screaming at each other, here in the privacy of the locker room. I tried to move my boots farther away from the space under the door and that’s when it got very quiet. “Did you hear that?”
With her red suede boot clutched in my fist, my heart pounded as I raced against time before it was too late. I could barely see where I was going in this darkness as I followed her screams. How did I get so distracted easily? All my thoughts and senses were focused on her, and I would not back down.
I came to a halt when there was a loud thud nearby and the screaming stopped. I followed my senses and parted the thick tree branch, finally exposing herself to me. A thick stream of blood flowed down her calve caused by the trip over the shattered glass on the ground.
Her eyes stared widely back at me, and soon we both knew that it was over. It was a long time since I felt so powerful, as I slowly removed the knife from my pocket and lunged at her chest.
Boots. Cowboy boots. Ali Bell picked up a pair of old, rugged cowboy boots in the change room one day after gym. We all commmented on how cute they were and she tried them on, to find they are a perfect fit! Everyday after gym she’d try them on until, months later, she figured they were abandoned and she claimed them as her own.
i love wearing boots, theyre so comfortable. i wear boots in winter, and in summer.. only stylish ones. the boots i have are brown, and fuzzy on the inside, theyre cozy because they protect my feet from the cold winters. i wear them everyday i have to walk to school and when i walk back.
I went on a trip once. A trip where it seemed as if wearing pirate boots was a fad. Or maybe I had just missed the memo. Either way, I felt completely out of place in the huge rag tag group. With my CA flip-flops and such.
Combat
Get ready
A coming Insurrection
Though your stuck
Masturbation
Afixiation
And then its over
and all you hear is
The killer awaking
at dawn
putting his boots on
walking down the hall
the hall
I like shoes. I don’t have any patience for buying them or trying them on but i do like them. especially boots, they are the only shoes that you can have a 5 inch heel and be comfortable. I bought a pair of the most gorgeous ankle boots at the end of last summer.
Boots hit the ground in the deep mud as he was walking down the dirt road leading up to his farm. As he got to the porch, his faithful dog Cindy came running up to him, slipping through the mud as it did. He petted it as it rubbed its head against his legs. Inside, he sat down and loaded up his pipe with some tobacco, and lit and began to smoke, reflecting on his thoughts.
I went to the store today and my step dad dragged me to a boot repair store. The store was going out of business, and the owner had many antiques there, and everything was covered in dust. My step dad tried to help him out but the guy didn’t seem to want us to buy anything.
i love my new boots. they are gold. i got them on sale. they actually fit. shoes rarely fit my feet. i have bunions. my ankles swell. i have aches and pains. i cannot even wear tennis shoes. but these boots fit and for once i feel cool. i once had a pair of pink boots. i saved them for years. i saved them until i found them years later in a box filled with rat droppings. the soles were eaten away and i mourned how i saved them for special ocassions and how there were no special ocassions so now i wear my gold boots wherever i go.
I really enjoy boots when its cold outside because they are so cool and they make me feel taller. boots also reminds me of the monkey from dora the explorer, which reminds me of this robot chicken episode I saw about that one time, it was funny but weird. Dora is weird.
me gusta ver botas largas, como las botas de una sirena nuclear. largas, peludas, eternas, tranquilas. quisiera vivir en el fondo del mar, y poder tener una cita con una sirena todos los días por los próximoss
The snow underneath my boots compact
I wonder if I’m hurting it
Does snow even really want to melt
or does it just accept it as a part of it’s process of living
John sighed heavily as the ashes from the fire settled on his boots. The fire had engulfed his house into nothing but a mere pile of dark ashes.
“He was still in there.” He whispered to no one in particular, his eyes remained fixed upon the place where his house once had been.
“Who was? Your dad?” Allison asked in a quiet manner, putting her arm around John for comfort.
John replied with a small nod.
John never liked his father, but, he was the last of his family that ever even met John, and now, because of his father’s careless accident that happened when he was drunk out of his mind, he was gone…forever.
my boots were effervescent in the morning sun yesterday. sparkling. gleaming like the ocean winking at the sky. my flirtatious feet left bystanders gawking at me. and i was a queen. thank you for the shoe polish, mr. snib.
I have boots. I really love my cowboy boots. They are brown with a brown top. I love seeing girls in cowgirl boots. I really do like to see women with a good dress and boots. Jeans and boots are extremely good loookling. I really would love to have a woman to go home to every night and have a nice conversation with myself and her. Maybe
they were black. black army combat boots. the minute she put them on she knew she was going to go off on an adventure. because thats what she did. she had a specific outfit of course. her father’s oversized sweater that went down past her hands, her jeans, and of course her boots. as she trekked through the mud in her backyard she wondered to herself how exactly boots signaled that she was on an expedition. they just did for her though. they always did.
her boots were full of mud
they were her favorite. yellow wellies. her mother had bought them at her request when she was 9 years old
it was a miracle they still fit her but she did love buying bigger sizes.
My mom bought me new boots for christmas. i have a lot of boots because it snows here. My neighbor is called boots. Shes a quirky kid. I want some white boots that would be nice and I have a dress with birds on it that i think they would go nicely with. I probably have too many pairs of boots but I have too many of a lot of things. I have so many shirts and other clothes its ridiculous, no one should have this much.
Her big yellow boots were full of mud. They showed clearly how she had spent the afternoon. She smiled. So be it. She had enjoyed every single bit of it and wouldn’t regret anything.
The bright rays of sunshine is blinding my eyes. And though the word escapes me at the moment, all of this fares less than the realization of finally possessing the Amulet of Time. The frustrated, disillusioned townsfolk can once again hope for a better community, a better life—a better future. All I need is to get to the lighthouse to activate the mechanism and finish this madness once and for all. Best trade my boots for more sensible shoes, though; I cannot risk making any sound that would echo through the winding stairwell. But of course, “verity,” that was the word.
She heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. They were hard and harsh and full of mud in the soles–she remembered them well. Why they were here, she found it hard to muster. It had been forty-seven years since their departure. Since those boots ran out and scrubbed their mud off on someone else’s doorstep.
In the kitchen, dancing to the AM Radio. Unique and outside of my mind, I love my boots. Splashing through the garden, inhaling the scents.
I love my red boots. They make me feel safe. I can run through puddles, and mud, and the rain. I saw a pair of yellow boots in the store the other day. They made me wonder whether they’d be nicer than mine that day. I looked down at my feet at my red boots, then smiled and turned and skipped away. I love my red boots because they’ll stay, on my feet for now and everyday.
black leather boots walking down the street on a skinny women. she stops and looks down, these boots were made for walking, i have always loved that song she thought. her and her boots enter the coffee shop and she locks eyes with Mr Right.
And maybe there will be something worth smiling over in the future, and maybe I won’t have to fake it anymore, but for now I’ll just keep taking the meds, slipping on my boots each morning, and wishing just for something mildly worse than you actually falling in love with me because I know that’s a lot to hope for.
Polished, heavy, loud. Thunderous clanking and stomping, creating a sound that the earth makes when splitting apart at the seams. You cock your hips and lick your teeth. Who next to press under the heel of those mighty motherfuckers?
I love boots. They keep my feet dry in the rain and warm in the snow. Boots are the best things to wear when you play in the snow. How many pairs of boots do you have. I have high boots and low shoe boots. I just love all my boots.
Boots can be worn on your feet, boots come in many different styles, colours, sizes and etc. Some people quite like collecting boots they get a sort of high when they buy boots, which Is quite strange but understandable because I’m addicted to buying Sudoku puzzles
I hear his heavy boots thump down the short hall. The door squeaks when he opens it, and I hear his heavy breathing as he shuts it behind him. His belt clicks too loudly as he unhooks it, and the rubbing of it against his belt loops is downright thunderous next to my bed. I pretend to be asleep, as though he might not hurt me if I look at peace. As though my peace has ever concerned his before. I shake in fear. He breaths too loudly, too acidic over my pillow. THUNK. THUNK. Each boot hits the floor. It’s all over now.
The night was lovely. Dark and enigmatic, like something glowing just beyond ones reach. She sat waiting for something more, boots grazing the side of the sofa. Call me “Boots” she yelled over the coming crowd. He laughed giving her a quick smile that she never quite forgot.
He brings his foot down harder, cracking the earth into a gaping crevice beneath his red leather boot. His voice is high, mocking. “Do you believe me now?”
The smooth leather is like nothing else. I wear these boots that were delicately made in Pastores. I am reminded that they are molded to my foot. They are perfect. Tonight I had one of the shoeshine boys make them look like new. And so I will walk another 100 miles.
the boots lay mangled in a corner, befriending hte cobwebs. it’s soles droop onto the floor and its overalls hang like soaked cloths. the curtain drapes tickle its laces as it falls from the window above.
boots were made for walking. never in my life did I think Id use them for anything but. And yet, here I am. My adrenaline is pumping and my heart is racing. and the heel of my treasured loubition stilleto leather boot is covered in the acidic blood of my best friend.
With her red suede boot clutched in my fist, my heart pounded as I raced against time before it was too late. I could barely see where I was going in this darkness as I followed her screams. How did I get distracted so easily? All my thoughts and senses were focused on her at that moment, and I would not back down.
I came to a halt when there was a loud thud nearby and the screaming stopped. I followed my senses and parted the thick tree branch, finally exposing herself to me. A thick stream of blood flowed down her calve caused by the trip over the shattered glass on the ground.
Her eyes stared widely back at me, and soon we both knew that it was over. It was a long time since I felt so powerful, as I slowly removed the knife from my pocket and lunged at her chest.
I huddled against the wall of the stall, desperately hoping that I wouldn’t be seen. I could hear the two girls screaming at each other, here in the privacy of the locker room. I tried to move my boots farther away from the space under the door and that’s when it got very quiet. “Did you hear that?”
With her red suede boot clutched in my fist, my heart pounded as I raced against time before it was too late. I could barely see where I was going in this darkness as I followed her screams. How did I get so distracted easily? All my thoughts and senses were focused on her, and I would not back down.
I came to a halt when there was a loud thud nearby and the screaming stopped. I followed my senses and parted the thick tree branch, finally exposing herself to me. A thick stream of blood flowed down her calve caused by the trip over the shattered glass on the ground.
Her eyes stared widely back at me, and soon we both knew that it was over. It was a long time since I felt so powerful, as I slowly removed the knife from my pocket and lunged at her chest.
Boots. Cowboy boots. Ali Bell picked up a pair of old, rugged cowboy boots in the change room one day after gym. We all commmented on how cute they were and she tried them on, to find they are a perfect fit! Everyday after gym she’d try them on until, months later, she figured they were abandoned and she claimed them as her own.
i love wearing boots, theyre so comfortable. i wear boots in winter, and in summer.. only stylish ones. the boots i have are brown, and fuzzy on the inside, theyre cozy because they protect my feet from the cold winters. i wear them everyday i have to walk to school and when i walk back.
I went on a trip once. A trip where it seemed as if wearing pirate boots was a fad. Or maybe I had just missed the memo. Either way, I felt completely out of place in the huge rag tag group. With my CA flip-flops and such.
Combat
Get ready
A coming Insurrection
Though your stuck
Masturbation
Afixiation
And then its over
and all you hear is
The killer awaking
at dawn
putting his boots on
walking down the hall
the hall
I like shoes. I don’t have any patience for buying them or trying them on but i do like them. especially boots, they are the only shoes that you can have a 5 inch heel and be comfortable. I bought a pair of the most gorgeous ankle boots at the end of last summer.
Soft, worn, fit like gloves, warm, earthy, tough, those are my boots.
Boots hit the ground in the deep mud as he was walking down the dirt road leading up to his farm. As he got to the porch, his faithful dog Cindy came running up to him, slipping through the mud as it did. He petted it as it rubbed its head against his legs. Inside, he sat down and loaded up his pipe with some tobacco, and lit and began to smoke, reflecting on his thoughts.
I went to the store today and my step dad dragged me to a boot repair store. The store was going out of business, and the owner had many antiques there, and everything was covered in dust. My step dad tried to help him out but the guy didn’t seem to want us to buy anything.
i love my new boots. they are gold. i got them on sale. they actually fit. shoes rarely fit my feet. i have bunions. my ankles swell. i have aches and pains. i cannot even wear tennis shoes. but these boots fit and for once i feel cool. i once had a pair of pink boots. i saved them for years. i saved them until i found them years later in a box filled with rat droppings. the soles were eaten away and i mourned how i saved them for special ocassions and how there were no special ocassions so now i wear my gold boots wherever i go.
I really enjoy boots when its cold outside because they are so cool and they make me feel taller. boots also reminds me of the monkey from dora the explorer, which reminds me of this robot chicken episode I saw about that one time, it was funny but weird. Dora is weird.
“Who gives a hoot about those old boots?” asked the coots.
me gusta ver botas largas, como las botas de una sirena nuclear. largas, peludas, eternas, tranquilas. quisiera vivir en el fondo del mar, y poder tener una cita con una sirena todos los días por los próximoss
The snow underneath my boots compact
I wonder if I’m hurting it
Does snow even really want to melt
or does it just accept it as a part of it’s process of living
John sighed heavily as the ashes from the fire settled on his boots. The fire had engulfed his house into nothing but a mere pile of dark ashes.
“He was still in there.” He whispered to no one in particular, his eyes remained fixed upon the place where his house once had been.
“Who was? Your dad?” Allison asked in a quiet manner, putting her arm around John for comfort.
John replied with a small nod.
John never liked his father, but, he was the last of his family that ever even met John, and now, because of his father’s careless accident that happened when he was drunk out of his mind, he was gone…forever.
my boots were effervescent in the morning sun yesterday. sparkling. gleaming like the ocean winking at the sky. my flirtatious feet left bystanders gawking at me. and i was a queen. thank you for the shoe polish, mr. snib.
Harsh on the pavement, leaving their prints. Puddles of water jump as they stomp.
I have boots. I really love my cowboy boots. They are brown with a brown top. I love seeing girls in cowgirl boots. I really do like to see women with a good dress and boots. Jeans and boots are extremely good loookling. I really would love to have a woman to go home to every night and have a nice conversation with myself and her. Maybe
they were black. black army combat boots. the minute she put them on she knew she was going to go off on an adventure. because thats what she did. she had a specific outfit of course. her father’s oversized sweater that went down past her hands, her jeans, and of course her boots. as she trekked through the mud in her backyard she wondered to herself how exactly boots signaled that she was on an expedition. they just did for her though. they always did.
She always wore these yellow boots. They betrayed her identity in the crowd of strangers, and I knew who she was. Maybe I had always known her.
her boots were full of mud
they were her favorite. yellow wellies. her mother had bought them at her request when she was 9 years old
it was a miracle they still fit her but she did love buying bigger sizes.