The laughter bounced around the room, as infectious as that years flu virus. It felt so right, and that was all she needed. To know that it was all going to be OK, and that he still loved her. As much as they couldn’t ever be together, he would always have a special place for her in his heart, as well as have a special place in hers.
laughter is warm summers night and red cups and loud music and the smell of grass and sweat and laundry detergent. laughter is the bitter taste of vodka and a burn in my throat and short tans and flip flops and my messy blonde hair. laughter is rachel falling over and candace scolding and lisa yelling “pictures pictures!” and alice dancing so crazy that her tits bounce everywhere. laughter is quick hands and fumbling with my bra and your his lips. laughter is that big bright moon and my bare feet running down the road, singing to drown out anyone who tells me otherwise.
Laughter is beautiful. Not that fake crap- the insisant giggles of a foolish, fake girl wanting to please a boy by looking stupid, however that helps, the real kind. The kind that when a full and successful life is coming to it’s completion, you can tell that it was a full and successful life- by the laugh lines.
I poked the bag gingerly. I knew that what lay inside it somewhat like Uranium, could be fickle. Benign or even generous at best. Potent, dangerous and destructive at worst. In the wrong hands used for evil not good, it could devastate. Used well, it had the power to heal. It could be kryptonite to my being. Do I risk it? “Bag of Laughs”. It should have had a USE WITH CAUTION warning. I had to be careful. The contents, laughter, could be deadly.
Tednick and Bimmy had been jet-packing around Gontropolis for just five minutes when they’d hit turbulence. Bimmy’s little tummy could not hold down contents of his stomach and threw up all over his astro suit. Tednick could not stifle his laughter.
Can you hear my laughter miles away? Can you see the smile on my face from where you are? Can you see that everything’s okay, and I’m okay, even though you no longer ask?
laughter.
it is the single best way to express happiness.
and i express that best when i am near you.
but now you are gone.
and you have taken my laughter with you.
my laughter.
my smile.
my happiness.
my heart.
you have taken away me.
I love laughing. I crack up all the time, because laughter is really the best medicine. You can’t help but be happy when you’re laughing. I think that laughing is a release that is only rivaled with crying. Sometimes that’s what things come down to, to laugh or to cry. It seems that I find myself in that situation quite a bit.
The sound of the laughter echoed though the hallways. The architecture of the house was still perfectly preserved in her mind. The dark green damask wallpaper extending, yearning forward for what seemed like ever, the oil lamps giving off their orange light. It was the only place she’d ever been happy and she knew that, and lamented it, especially here; at the end of her life.
Ah laughter. Such a beautiful, bubbly, obnoxious bulk of tones. Laughter can heal the soul and light up a room. I love to laugh. It is my own little piece of sunshine. No one has a laugh like mine. Magnificent.
I’ve been craving laughter for a while now. I know that’s something people just say sometimes, “I’m craving a good laugh.” But I really am. I used to feel so fantastic all he time–light, and complete, and carefree, because I was around people who made me laugh until my abs were defined and I was out of breath. I miss that.
Laughter.
Tiny peals from my little sister to the deep booming from my father to the sweet sound of my mother’s. When you make people laugh you feel good. Like you’ve done a good deed.
Laughter can make you happy but it can also make you cry.
But they are tears of joy.
The musical wonderful sound of extreme happiness coursing through your entire body. Children, babies laughing, creating the fairies that live in Neverland, letting the world rejoice in the awesome sound. Never have I ever seen anything quite do beautiful as someone laughing again after they haven’t for so long. Laughter lengthens your life, so do it! Laugh lines show that you are a happy person, they aren’t neccessarily ugly wrinkles.
Why? Why not, it’s just what it has always been. An escape, a release. It’s like currency. Come to think of it, why isn’t laughter the currency of the world? It holds real value, all the time. Counterfeting it just leads to more laughter, right? So, it’s a good thing. I don’t understand it, why can’t it just be the norm? Why not just take the currencies of the world, and make it into laughter? There’s a lot of dollars to one laugh.
I laugh at you. You and your new girlfriend. How ridiculous. How could you do that. haha HAHA. it’s so Ironic really. I’m so much better than you all and you really need to understand and know that. Really KNOW that. So stop being a complete imbecile and just stop.
It’s the best medicine. It’s what comedy tries to get out of people. It’s what I thoroughly enjoy doing. It’s what’s done when you’re among friends and having fun. It’s the reflexive action that one does when one is being tickled.
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Laughing is tea for the soul. It brings a smile to your face. Even in the worst of situations, make yourself laugh because it usually will crack you up and make your day better.
I have lots of laughter. I laugh at everything, most especially myself. I find that having a healthy dose of self-depriciative hilarity is good for my self esteem in the long run. Being able to laugh at myself over the silly things lets me forgive myself more easily for the big things.
I’m laughing now that I’m home, snug in my bed with the dog by my side, and the real dog outside my door, howling fit to burst because he’s jealous I have a laptop and he doesn’t. (REally, though, he’s being an obnoxious pain, and freaking LOUD to boot!) It’s not like I’ve been gone that long, but home never changes enough to reflect all the melancholy I’ve gone through so it never feels new enough for me to reenter.
The laughter bounced around the room, as infectious as that years flu virus. It felt so right, and that was all she needed. To know that it was all going to be OK, and that he still loved her. As much as they couldn’t ever be together, he would always have a special place for her in his heart, as well as have a special place in hers.
laughter is warm summers night and red cups and loud music and the smell of grass and sweat and laundry detergent. laughter is the bitter taste of vodka and a burn in my throat and short tans and flip flops and my messy blonde hair. laughter is rachel falling over and candace scolding and lisa yelling “pictures pictures!” and alice dancing so crazy that her tits bounce everywhere. laughter is quick hands and fumbling with my bra and your his lips. laughter is that big bright moon and my bare feet running down the road, singing to drown out anyone who tells me otherwise.
Laughter is beautiful. Not that fake crap- the insisant giggles of a foolish, fake girl wanting to please a boy by looking stupid, however that helps, the real kind. The kind that when a full and successful life is coming to it’s completion, you can tell that it was a full and successful life- by the laugh lines.
when I saw you I laughed out loud.
I poked the bag gingerly. I knew that what lay inside it somewhat like Uranium, could be fickle. Benign or even generous at best. Potent, dangerous and destructive at worst. In the wrong hands used for evil not good, it could devastate. Used well, it had the power to heal. It could be kryptonite to my being. Do I risk it? “Bag of Laughs”. It should have had a USE WITH CAUTION warning. I had to be careful. The contents, laughter, could be deadly.
laughter
laughter is music of the uplifted soul
Tednick and Bimmy had been jet-packing around Gontropolis for just five minutes when they’d hit turbulence. Bimmy’s little tummy could not hold down contents of his stomach and threw up all over his astro suit. Tednick could not stifle his laughter.
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The stitch in the side, the tear in the eye
The heart’s only goal, the song of the soul.
Can you hear my laughter miles away? Can you see the smile on my face from where you are? Can you see that everything’s okay, and I’m okay, even though you no longer ask?
i hear no laughter any longer
for laughter lies with the innocent
it lingers like a smell you want to hold
but it slips, oh, too quickly it slips
laughter.
it is the single best way to express happiness.
and i express that best when i am near you.
but now you are gone.
and you have taken my laughter with you.
my laughter.
my smile.
my happiness.
my heart.
you have taken away me.
I love laughing. I crack up all the time, because laughter is really the best medicine. You can’t help but be happy when you’re laughing. I think that laughing is a release that is only rivaled with crying. Sometimes that’s what things come down to, to laugh or to cry. It seems that I find myself in that situation quite a bit.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
The sound of the laughter echoed though the hallways. The architecture of the house was still perfectly preserved in her mind. The dark green damask wallpaper extending, yearning forward for what seemed like ever, the oil lamps giving off their orange light. It was the only place she’d ever been happy and she knew that, and lamented it, especially here; at the end of her life.
Ah laughter. Such a beautiful, bubbly, obnoxious bulk of tones. Laughter can heal the soul and light up a room. I love to laugh. It is my own little piece of sunshine. No one has a laugh like mine. Magnificent.
I guess we should smile at our problems…it seems to bring laughter to everyone else.
He gently slid his cool fingers around her waist, eliciting breathy laughter. It had been so long since she’d been touched. By anyone.
I’ve been craving laughter for a while now. I know that’s something people just say sometimes, “I’m craving a good laugh.” But I really am. I used to feel so fantastic all he time–light, and complete, and carefree, because I was around people who made me laugh until my abs were defined and I was out of breath. I miss that.
Laughter.
Tiny peals from my little sister to the deep booming from my father to the sweet sound of my mother’s. When you make people laugh you feel good. Like you’ve done a good deed.
Laughter can make you happy but it can also make you cry.
But they are tears of joy.
The most beautiful music he had ever heard.
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The musical wonderful sound of extreme happiness coursing through your entire body. Children, babies laughing, creating the fairies that live in Neverland, letting the world rejoice in the awesome sound. Never have I ever seen anything quite do beautiful as someone laughing again after they haven’t for so long. Laughter lengthens your life, so do it! Laugh lines show that you are a happy person, they aren’t neccessarily ugly wrinkles.
Laughter house. Tittering birds and people. Kookaburra. Aviary. The birds sitting on electric wires. Laugh, sir, laugh.
You should never…I mean never take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
If knowledge is
knowing a tomato is
a fruit…
…then wisdom tells you
to not put one in
a fruit salad.”
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Why? Why not, it’s just what it has always been. An escape, a release. It’s like currency. Come to think of it, why isn’t laughter the currency of the world? It holds real value, all the time. Counterfeting it just leads to more laughter, right? So, it’s a good thing. I don’t understand it, why can’t it just be the norm? Why not just take the currencies of the world, and make it into laughter? There’s a lot of dollars to one laugh.
I laugh at you. You and your new girlfriend. How ridiculous. How could you do that. haha HAHA. it’s so Ironic really. I’m so much better than you all and you really need to understand and know that. Really KNOW that. So stop being a complete imbecile and just stop.
It’s the best medicine. It’s what comedy tries to get out of people. It’s what I thoroughly enjoy doing. It’s what’s done when you’re among friends and having fun. It’s the reflexive action that one does when one is being tickled.
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Fiona could tell by Mark’s laughter that he was nervous. Of course, she was anxious too, but she wasn’t as disraught as he apparently was.
“Stop that,” she scolded, and she pinched his hand as they walked into the funeral parlor.
Laughing is tea for the soul. It brings a smile to your face. Even in the worst of situations, make yourself laugh because it usually will crack you up and make your day better.
funny it means laughing i do it when something is funny
I have lots of laughter. I laugh at everything, most especially myself. I find that having a healthy dose of self-depriciative hilarity is good for my self esteem in the long run. Being able to laugh at myself over the silly things lets me forgive myself more easily for the big things.
The corners of her eyes start to crinkle and her lips quiver with barely suppressed mirth and then a tiny chuckle escapes.
Vibrations
from deep within the soul,
breaking out,
flying through throats.
Escaping out and into the open.
Echoing in the ears
of others.
Spreading hysterics
by burning the abs
and leaving those
at a loss of breath,
and with the feeling
of enjoyment.
Breaks out whenever,
uncontrollably cute,
undeniably beautiful,
is your laughter.
I’m laughing now that I’m home, snug in my bed with the dog by my side, and the real dog outside my door, howling fit to burst because he’s jealous I have a laptop and he doesn’t. (REally, though, he’s being an obnoxious pain, and freaking LOUD to boot!) It’s not like I’ve been gone that long, but home never changes enough to reflect all the melancholy I’ve gone through so it never feels new enough for me to reenter.
Write a sentence using the word laughter? Ha ha! Dont make me laugh.