We move in in tomorrow. Into that loft that space that will not be mine or his, but ours. A place where we can both be comfortable doing whatever with each other’s things because they will no longer be each others but ours. Ours. Like I am his.
i want to live in a loft. someplace with lots of natural light and overflowing potted plants filled with wildflowers. with a bed that has a comforter that resembles a cloud i can sink into with a good book and a cup of tea. i want to call that place home.
I always wanted to own a loft. Something about it make me feel sophisticated. Lofts scream wine and cracker partys with lightly played house beats in the background. Lofts are for the cool hipster and deep thikers of our generations. The guy and gals that appreciate good photography and golden age Hip hop. They dance to 80 electro infused pop and 70s hippy rock and roll. Lofts are ubber cool to me and until I own one I will dream of the perfect set up and interior designs for it so that when I throw my first Wine and Cracker party with Deadmau5 playing the the background people can say “Daves crib is dope!”
Queenstown batch where family used to stay, I was too young mum and dad never let me in the loft but one day I was allowed to climb the stairs and take a sneeky peak in! Would love one in my dream home
i wish i had one but i don’t
well i do but i wish it was converted
it’s just my dad REALLY doesn’t like the idea
after the surgery though i guess i can understand
money doesn’t grow on trees
and it’s not hidden in the attic either.
at least that’s what he told me…
She woke in the morning to see her loft not only empty but with trash everywhere. She must have thrown a killer party the night before because every bottle she saw was empty.
The lost loft carries boxes of discarded teddies, books, letters, photos and birdcages. Items wrapped thinly with memories too precious to throw away and too meaningless to keep downstairs with the items of Now which are gathering precious yet meaningless memories of their own.
I’ll loft this thing into the air. Paragliding has been an endeavor for a while now and when we get the Delorian to precisely 88 miles per hour, some majorly crazy shit is going to happen. We’re taking this glider back to the future!
way up high, in the daintiest of lofts, lived a young ballerina. she was so young. she sat, waiting. high, high up in her loft. waiting for the day she could see the world from any other angle besides from the small square window in her loft. she sits and wonders when will this day come.
Jumping out of the loft is not something we really encourage…
“What?!?! Why?”
It’s just not good for your health….
“That’s stupid. You’re stupid.”
Okay.
Bed. Up in the air in a loft. NO one comes anymore, because it’s like a grown up’s bunk bed. Loft in the loft is so unappealing. My girlfriend hates it too. She’s a puppet.
I want to live in a loft. In a castle tower, with a bed and a large bookcase. I want my bookcase to have the books in rainbow order. And I want soft pillows and a comforter. I want to wake up to the sun and go to sleep to the moon.
Someone used to live here. It’s obvious by the tattered furniture and empty soda cans strewn haphazardly about the place. But this place is as good as any to try to make a new home, a new life. And he’s never had somewhere all his own before. Even if it is a dump.
She went to his loft. Now, she knew this was a bad idea, but she really had to get it back. It wasn’t every day that your ex took something this precious from you. No, she really had to get back her cheerios, or she would just die!
this is a type of bed. it is kinda of nice because you get your own little nook near the top of the ceiling. it is also nice because it frees up alot of room for other things in your bedroom. i think it would allow for a really intimate evening with a partner, being that close and all.
The loft was devoid of any kind of furniture, filled instead with piles of plastic bags and stains on the few remaining patches of carpet that survived the fire. How had he ever been talked into living here?
I heard about that body in the loft. what a scary thought. my friend has a loft. i do not :( bad times. bad sad times. the loft in paranormal activity is scaryfull. nom
Aloft and risen to the heights and sunken low and brought down low and suffered there to be unlike another. Unlike and un-alone. For never would he let her individuality go unpunished by her peers and kin.
today I dreamt about the loft. you remember that, right? we used to sneak up there, so noone could see us. and then we could just sit there for hours, just staring at eachother. sometimes we had picnics, sometimes we were making out.
a friend told me that when you dream about a loft, it means something about secrets.
eyes follow the arc, trailing dotted lines subside like waves or smoke, to the height of this vessel’s ascension where as momentum increases t i m e s l o w s d o w n.
It was into the loft I was forced to ascend as the group steadily moved up the stairs in their short tour of the old church. Long since repurposed as a club its architechture was unique and attractive.
We move in in tomorrow. Into that loft that space that will not be mine or his, but ours. A place where we can both be comfortable doing whatever with each other’s things because they will no longer be each others but ours. Ours. Like I am his.
i want to live in a loft. someplace with lots of natural light and overflowing potted plants filled with wildflowers. with a bed that has a comforter that resembles a cloud i can sink into with a good book and a cup of tea. i want to call that place home.
I always wanted to own a loft. Something about it make me feel sophisticated. Lofts scream wine and cracker partys with lightly played house beats in the background. Lofts are for the cool hipster and deep thikers of our generations. The guy and gals that appreciate good photography and golden age Hip hop. They dance to 80 electro infused pop and 70s hippy rock and roll. Lofts are ubber cool to me and until I own one I will dream of the perfect set up and interior designs for it so that when I throw my first Wine and Cracker party with Deadmau5 playing the the background people can say “Daves crib is dope!”
Queenstown batch where family used to stay, I was too young mum and dad never let me in the loft but one day I was allowed to climb the stairs and take a sneeky peak in! Would love one in my dream home
She spread her arms out on the cheap carpet and closed her eyes, trying to mentally redecorate her new loft.
Straw, bales, twine and the musty smell of long shut in country air. The air is warm, golden, soft.
omnomnom
i wish i had one but i don’t
well i do but i wish it was converted
it’s just my dad REALLY doesn’t like the idea
after the surgery though i guess i can understand
money doesn’t grow on trees
and it’s not hidden in the attic either.
at least that’s what he told me…
There was a creaking that came from the space above us. There had been a man that had rented the loft and we were curious as to who they were.
She woke in the morning to see her loft not only empty but with trash everywhere. She must have thrown a killer party the night before because every bottle she saw was empty.
The lost loft carries boxes of discarded teddies, books, letters, photos and birdcages. Items wrapped thinly with memories too precious to throw away and too meaningless to keep downstairs with the items of Now which are gathering precious yet meaningless memories of their own.
Ahh yes, I see you up there. Come down, William! Dinner’s ready. Yes, yes, mmm. Dinner! Please? We have worked so hard preparing it for you.
William! William, you get down from that loft right now. You hear me? Do not make me unbuckle the pig.
jinx
great
mouse
envy
cumbersome
I’ll loft this thing into the air. Paragliding has been an endeavor for a while now and when we get the Delorian to precisely 88 miles per hour, some majorly crazy shit is going to happen. We’re taking this glider back to the future!
way up high, in the daintiest of lofts, lived a young ballerina. she was so young. she sat, waiting. high, high up in her loft. waiting for the day she could see the world from any other angle besides from the small square window in her loft. she sits and wonders when will this day come.
i once lived in a room that wasn’t a loft. i realized that life was truly much better living in a loft.
my loft made me happy. t
hank you, loft.
Jumping out of the loft is not something we really encourage…
“What?!?! Why?”
It’s just not good for your health….
“That’s stupid. You’re stupid.”
Okay.
Bed. Up in the air in a loft. NO one comes anymore, because it’s like a grown up’s bunk bed. Loft in the loft is so unappealing. My girlfriend hates it too. She’s a puppet.
I want to live in a loft. In a castle tower, with a bed and a large bookcase. I want my bookcase to have the books in rainbow order. And I want soft pillows and a comforter. I want to wake up to the sun and go to sleep to the moon.
Someone used to live here. It’s obvious by the tattered furniture and empty soda cans strewn haphazardly about the place. But this place is as good as any to try to make a new home, a new life. And he’s never had somewhere all his own before. Even if it is a dump.
She went to his loft. Now, she knew this was a bad idea, but she really had to get it back. It wasn’t every day that your ex took something this precious from you. No, she really had to get back her cheerios, or she would just die!
The loft was dark and airy, and the smell of mildew permeated the midnight air. She only knew one thing. She had to find it.
loft, a cottage, a place, some where you can go to escape, wood,people places, happiness
ver nice place to be in right now. a loft in Florence is what I want most and nothing else will satisfy me better today or on any other day. period
A loft is an open area where thoughts are open and your mind is open. No one is there to judge you, it’s only there for you to think. So loft it up.
Antoine: They had sexy sex in my bed?
Sarah: I didn’t want to tell you, but yeah.
this is a type of bed. it is kinda of nice because you get your own little nook near the top of the ceiling. it is also nice because it frees up alot of room for other things in your bedroom. i think it would allow for a really intimate evening with a partner, being that close and all.
A place to escape everything. Time to think and remember mistakes as well as cherished memories. A cool place to unwind.
The loft in my grandma’s attic always makes me remember being young. I wish I could go back to the days when life was a simple as a sleepover.
I’d like to live in a loft, but it’s too expensive. I sleep on a mattress on the cold, hard floor.
The loft was devoid of any kind of furniture, filled instead with piles of plastic bags and stains on the few remaining patches of carpet that survived the fire. How had he ever been talked into living here?
I heard about that body in the loft. what a scary thought. my friend has a loft. i do not :( bad times. bad sad times. the loft in paranormal activity is scaryfull. nom
Aloft and risen to the heights and sunken low and brought down low and suffered there to be unlike another. Unlike and un-alone. For never would he let her individuality go unpunished by her peers and kin.
this loft is high and i cant look down. the end nowhere in sight, still waiting to take flight.
I climbed the loft, when I heard him call me, and there he sat on a bale of hay with a picnic all set out for two.
everything is at hand.never liked one of those.but …space counts,right?
I haven’t lived in a loft, though I would like to. Anne Frank would know how it feels, though I am not afraid.
today I dreamt about the loft. you remember that, right? we used to sneak up there, so noone could see us. and then we could just sit there for hours, just staring at eachother. sometimes we had picnics, sometimes we were making out.
a friend told me that when you dream about a loft, it means something about secrets.
i wish this wasn’t a fantasy.
eyes follow the arc, trailing dotted lines subside like waves or smoke, to the height of this vessel’s ascension where as momentum increases t i m e s l o w s d o w n.
It was into the loft I was forced to ascend as the group steadily moved up the stairs in their short tour of the old church. Long since repurposed as a club its architechture was unique and attractive.