one word. one area. one demographic, one style. one status, stereotype, one individual life. All mixed together though, into many ones. Many ones become many persons. Many persons become many things and thoughts and create our many socieities. and in reality, we are all still one life…one word. one continuous circle.
That’s what reminds me of her. She always tasted and smelled like it. She always had a piece of mint gum or candy in her pocket or bag. Peppermint was her favorite. Now, every time I catch a whiff of it, I feel like crying. Now that she’s gone. I don’t know if I just want to forget, or if I want to hold on to each memory. Even if I wanted to, that damn herb won’t let me forget.
“You need one of these,” she dropped a mint into my outstretched palm, and I wondered if she was trying to be cute, but she looked completely serious. Flushed, I flipped it onto my tongue. Not before long, she pressed her lips to mine. “Better.”
el olor a menta de su boca que se expandia por la hbitacion me recordaba el olro al manantial que una vez fue testigo de mis pasos al caminar, caminado pensante, ese olor a menta tan refrescando que parecia crear en mi cuerpo la sensación de un viento helado y cálid ala vez abrazandome y dejando que mi pelo dance.
sweet. A mint, it brings me back to the times when I’d eat them at the morning table with my grandmother- along with some coffee. A mint, I once made mint cookies with a friend of mine- she’s so very wonderful. A mint, I never have been a big fan of mint candies, but they’re not bad. I guess I’m more focused on the memories they bring instead of the mints themselves.
Green and refreshing.
my grandmother believed it had healing powers.
That it could refresh the world with its’ taste.
Maybe she was right.
But to me, it’s always that green plant that i hated as a kid.
I spent every teenage Summer in that garage, just pining over the day that I might be able to drive that Mustang. It was in mint condition, and my boss never drove it. What’s the point of being a millionaire if you don’t ever plan on enjoying it?
the green minty fresh smell of the glass appealed to me, but I pushed it away from me anyway. I had enough for tonight- maybe enough to last me a lifetime. no more bright colours for me, and no more drinks. I stumbled out of my chair and tried to stand straight.
mint. makes me think of tea. makes me think of when you were gone, when you didnt want anything to do with me. that feeling was misery. the only thing i could do was drink what would make me feel better. but now youre here, so the word mint, is just a sad memory.
Delicious, wonderful breath. Fills your mouth with tingling. What a wonderful, fresh sensation. The sparkling wonder of a cleansing taste. Do you have one? Ahhhh.
mints. Eatiing andes mints at the corner shop, I looked up and saw the beautiful waitress I had a crush on. She was absolutely lovely; shining blud eyes, and a laugh that tinkled like silver. I so, so wanted to approach her. But how? I swallowed my mint to freshen my breath up, prepared myself, and walked over.
Mint lip gloss is amazing, it feels fresh and it has a nice shine to it. I’m surprised that America usually does not sell it, while Poland on the other hand does and I love it. Yes its a real treat, if you ever see it then you should buy it!
the mint leaf leaves a slight cool breeze on her tongue, she breaths in the scent deeply. summer is here and she thinks she’s just found the perfect ingredient for the ultimate summer scent.
Dollar bill dollar bill. Lining up in the big time mill. Waiting to be minted, waiting to pressed. While this economy is stressed, it seems so easy just to grab a sheet so that my family can eat.
She could smell the mint on his breath. He’d been smoking again – and worse, trying such a pathetically obvious cover up. She was about ready to give up. How could she care so much for somebody who didn’t even care for himself? Was it even worth the battle? In the end, it was his choice after all. And yet, how could she not fight for his life?
“I can’t believe you’re going to let this minuscule fight break our friendship. I know a lot of things were said, and numerous insults were thrown around…but think of all the good times. There are so many more good ones than bad. Don’t let this shitty argument make you forget,” I said firmly. “I don’t know…I just need a fresh outlook on things. Like why you have been so stupid about everything lately.” I tried to mute my gasp and keep my eyes from widening at his response, but my feelings couldn’t be hidden this time.
The smell of the mint tree filled the backroom of the house. She had set up a cup of tea with a matching pot, which I suspected was not free of the strange and compelling smell as well. It was clear that she lived alone. From the single chairs and the perfect cohesion of the place, I knew that she had no love quarrels and no tossles in bed. Despite the voices of my feminist friends, I could not help but see the room as very feminine. There was no trace of floral, but something about the smell–slightly sweet–and the careful arrangement of the wicker chairs and faded cushions suggested a female presence.
“MInts?” I said as I looked at the open present in my hands. Her parents looked at me as if it would make me smile, but my stomach dropped out of my body instead. She used to have mint on everything. Meat. Ice cream. Everything. I tried to smile.
I feel conflicted about the taste of mint. On the one hand, I enjoy the fresh, effervecent feeling it leaves in my mouth. ON the other, I don’t like eating it all that much.
I hate mint. Especially in mint tea. So many southerner’s make and love the stuff, but it just turns my stomach. Except wintergreen mints. Those I love, because they include the memory of my Grandfather spoiling me with them.
One of my favourite things, just bought a pack of it, love it in salads, in teas, in pretty much anything, yum. I remember picking it from the garden as a child, for my mom to use in the mint sauce.
It was after dinner and the two ate a mint and sat in a tense silence. They both knew what was coming, yet both were too prideful to tell the other how they really felt. It was weird. How could love be the most uncomfortable and unnatural thing to do? At least it felt unnatural. Which really meant, vulnerable. And no one wanted to wear the heart on the sleeve anymore. Too afraid. Too chicken-shit. Too fucking practical. It was easier to beg a creditor to give you another fortnight to pay a bill than it was to tell the man or woman you loved how terribly afraid you feel about losing them forever. So they sucked on the mint and breathed.
Mae smells like mint, no matter when I see her or where. It’s a strong mint, that wakes you up and makes you see her, makes you recognize the smell is hers. But at the same time it’s a soft, sweet mint that you would be more than happy to drown in.
yummy ice cream melting in my mouth. Little chunks of mints crush between my teeth giving off a refreshing taste in my mouth. Nice on a hot night. Childhood memories.
light tasty mint. how i love thee. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve eaten and loved this natural flavor. you know what ruins it? artificial mint. jesus. how can you take something so simple and natural and turn it so bad? i swear. the world is going to hell in a handbasket…
It stings, all through my mouth. Piercing my tounge and my gums like the fiery fires from hell, but it sooths like the cool winds of heaven. Oh the irony of it all.
fresh and tasty, a useful tool for smokers looking to hide their habit and couples leaning in for a kiss. Perfect in chocolate, especially hot chocolate.
one word. one area. one demographic, one style. one status, stereotype, one individual life. All mixed together though, into many ones. Many ones become many persons. Many persons become many things and thoughts and create our many socieities. and in reality, we are all still one life…one word. one continuous circle.
That’s what reminds me of her. She always tasted and smelled like it. She always had a piece of mint gum or candy in her pocket or bag. Peppermint was her favorite. Now, every time I catch a whiff of it, I feel like crying. Now that she’s gone. I don’t know if I just want to forget, or if I want to hold on to each memory. Even if I wanted to, that damn herb won’t let me forget.
tastes like a surprise. candy ruined with freshness when all you want is rich buttery goo.
“You need one of these,” she dropped a mint into my outstretched palm, and I wondered if she was trying to be cute, but she looked completely serious. Flushed, I flipped it onto my tongue. Not before long, she pressed her lips to mine. “Better.”
el olor a menta de su boca que se expandia por la hbitacion me recordaba el olro al manantial que una vez fue testigo de mis pasos al caminar, caminado pensante, ese olor a menta tan refrescando que parecia crear en mi cuerpo la sensación de un viento helado y cálid ala vez abrazandome y dejando que mi pelo dance.
sweet. A mint, it brings me back to the times when I’d eat them at the morning table with my grandmother- along with some coffee. A mint, I once made mint cookies with a friend of mine- she’s so very wonderful. A mint, I never have been a big fan of mint candies, but they’re not bad. I guess I’m more focused on the memories they bring instead of the mints themselves.
Green and refreshing.
my grandmother believed it had healing powers.
That it could refresh the world with its’ taste.
Maybe she was right.
But to me, it’s always that green plant that i hated as a kid.
I spent every teenage Summer in that garage, just pining over the day that I might be able to drive that Mustang. It was in mint condition, and my boss never drove it. What’s the point of being a millionaire if you don’t ever plan on enjoying it?
the green minty fresh smell of the glass appealed to me, but I pushed it away from me anyway. I had enough for tonight- maybe enough to last me a lifetime. no more bright colours for me, and no more drinks. I stumbled out of my chair and tried to stand straight.
mint. makes me think of tea. makes me think of when you were gone, when you didnt want anything to do with me. that feeling was misery. the only thing i could do was drink what would make me feel better. but now youre here, so the word mint, is just a sad memory.
Delicious, wonderful breath. Fills your mouth with tingling. What a wonderful, fresh sensation. The sparkling wonder of a cleansing taste. Do you have one? Ahhhh.
opportunity giving fun guilt greed hollowness travel friends beaches enjoyment give me money top class gold destroy and create
mints. Eatiing andes mints at the corner shop, I looked up and saw the beautiful waitress I had a crush on. She was absolutely lovely; shining blud eyes, and a laugh that tinkled like silver. I so, so wanted to approach her. But how? I swallowed my mint to freshen my breath up, prepared myself, and walked over.
The mint refresh my spaces, makes me happy coz is the best candy when i finish my lunch… is a great parthner
Mint lip gloss is amazing, it feels fresh and it has a nice shine to it. I’m surprised that America usually does not sell it, while Poland on the other hand does and I love it. Yes its a real treat, if you ever see it then you should buy it!
I wanna taste a bigMac!!! and just im boring in this job… not for the job… is just muy state!
Wintergreen mints are these little wild plants found in the wildest wilderness. They’re totally edible and they taste very, very good. Yum.
the mint leaf leaves a slight cool breeze on her tongue, she breaths in the scent deeply. summer is here and she thinks she’s just found the perfect ingredient for the ultimate summer scent.
There’s a clump of mint in the garden and whenever she brushes past it releases a cloud of scent; eveytime she’s reminded of him.
Him who left her.
Him who couldn’t cope.
She wishes he’d come back.
Dollar bill dollar bill. Lining up in the big time mill. Waiting to be minted, waiting to pressed. While this economy is stressed, it seems so easy just to grab a sheet so that my family can eat.
She could smell the mint on his breath. He’d been smoking again – and worse, trying such a pathetically obvious cover up. She was about ready to give up. How could she care so much for somebody who didn’t even care for himself? Was it even worth the battle? In the end, it was his choice after all. And yet, how could she not fight for his life?
“I can’t believe you’re going to let this minuscule fight break our friendship. I know a lot of things were said, and numerous insults were thrown around…but think of all the good times. There are so many more good ones than bad. Don’t let this shitty argument make you forget,” I said firmly. “I don’t know…I just need a fresh outlook on things. Like why you have been so stupid about everything lately.” I tried to mute my gasp and keep my eyes from widening at his response, but my feelings couldn’t be hidden this time.
The smell of the mint tree filled the backroom of the house. She had set up a cup of tea with a matching pot, which I suspected was not free of the strange and compelling smell as well. It was clear that she lived alone. From the single chairs and the perfect cohesion of the place, I knew that she had no love quarrels and no tossles in bed. Despite the voices of my feminist friends, I could not help but see the room as very feminine. There was no trace of floral, but something about the smell–slightly sweet–and the careful arrangement of the wicker chairs and faded cushions suggested a female presence.
Up past the archives, the mint. A big machine in there, churning out coins. Do they also make paper money in there?
“MInts?” I said as I looked at the open present in my hands. Her parents looked at me as if it would make me smile, but my stomach dropped out of my body instead. She used to have mint on everything. Meat. Ice cream. Everything. I tried to smile.
I feel conflicted about the taste of mint. On the one hand, I enjoy the fresh, effervecent feeling it leaves in my mouth. ON the other, I don’t like eating it all that much.
I hate mint. Especially in mint tea. So many southerner’s make and love the stuff, but it just turns my stomach. Except wintergreen mints. Those I love, because they include the memory of my Grandfather spoiling me with them.
One of my favourite things, just bought a pack of it, love it in salads, in teas, in pretty much anything, yum. I remember picking it from the garden as a child, for my mom to use in the mint sauce.
There is a cool crisp flavor bursting in my mouth. It reminds me of my childhood. Sitting on the front porch enjoying a tasty York peppermint patty.
sweet, flavor, fresh,love, luxury, mind, green, clam, away in the blue sky, smile, confort calm, renew, clean, free
green, gross, i hate it, especially mint chocolate and mint ice cream, mint ruins every other food
I am possibly the only person in the world that doesn’t like them…I’m weird yes I know but thats me!!!
It was after dinner and the two ate a mint and sat in a tense silence. They both knew what was coming, yet both were too prideful to tell the other how they really felt. It was weird. How could love be the most uncomfortable and unnatural thing to do? At least it felt unnatural. Which really meant, vulnerable. And no one wanted to wear the heart on the sleeve anymore. Too afraid. Too chicken-shit. Too fucking practical. It was easier to beg a creditor to give you another fortnight to pay a bill than it was to tell the man or woman you loved how terribly afraid you feel about losing them forever. So they sucked on the mint and breathed.
Mae smells like mint, no matter when I see her or where. It’s a strong mint, that wakes you up and makes you see her, makes you recognize the smell is hers. But at the same time it’s a soft, sweet mint that you would be more than happy to drown in.
yummy ice cream melting in my mouth. Little chunks of mints crush between my teeth giving off a refreshing taste in my mouth. Nice on a hot night. Childhood memories.
light tasty mint. how i love thee. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve eaten and loved this natural flavor. you know what ruins it? artificial mint. jesus. how can you take something so simple and natural and turn it so bad? i swear. the world is going to hell in a handbasket…
mint makes me feel alive – perky. almost as if my mouth just woke up from a nap and it’s dry and needs some refreshing.
there’s also mint growing in our front yard – green, bundles of life sprouting from the ground in promise of refreshing summer drinks.
Did you know that there’s six tab-y things at the bottom where the timer is? It kinda looks like a river going under bridges. I’m just saying.
It stings, all through my mouth. Piercing my tounge and my gums like the fiery fires from hell, but it sooths like the cool winds of heaven. Oh the irony of it all.
fresh and tasty, a useful tool for smokers looking to hide their habit and couples leaning in for a kiss. Perfect in chocolate, especially hot chocolate.