It was the sustenance of the soul. The life that filled the world with light. It was breath. It allowed me to cross the dry desert and find the oasis, it allowed me to run across the tundra and not freeze, and it allowed me to fly to the moon, to the stars, and beyond time.
Love me love me love me. It is time to nourish my soul, my heart, myself. I can only love you when I love myself fully. Let me learn to be kind, to be gentle to be honorable to be loyal. And I will start with myself in hopes that you will be here to witness, to receive, to inspire and to share.
your body and soul. bathe in sunlight and love and know that you are enough. nourish your spirit with the knowledge that you have never been more glorious than you are this moment, right now, on the earth, under the sun, glowing, breathing, vibrant and alive.
A tube fed into his arm, pumping a colorless fluid into his veins that kept him only just lucid enough to acknowledge our presences. His eyes were at half mast and dulled by pain and anger and undernourishment; I could count every one of his bones sticking out beneath his taught skin.
His fingers twitched slightly when I touched them. “Hang in there, Benjy,” I told him. “When you get out of here, I’m gonna take you out to dinner at that restaurant you told me about.”
We all need proper nourishment or else we all turn into rotten grumps who sit around and complain about how bad our day was, when in fact, if one had paused during said rant to look out the window and find that the sun was shining and the birds were singing and then come to the conclusion that today was not, to ones surprise, a rotten day.
It’s about time I nourished myself, instead of being a mama jay to the world and always chewing food for others. Even mamas are somebody’s baby, even mamas sometimes can’t chew all the rough pain given to them to swallow.
Nourishment is something everyone needs. We get it in different ways, too. Through food, interaction with other people, love – sometimes through things we don’t need at all.
People sometimes blow the idea of nourishment out of proportion. “We’re going to nourish your soul, your stomach, your desire for material possessions, your attraction to adventure” – well, we always come away still hungry, don’t we?
suck suck suck. all the nourishment out of me.
fuck fuck fuck. you’re gunna be the death of me.
and when I’m dead,
you’ll be full
and when I’m dead,
you’ll be full again.
Maybe one day, all the world could live as a family of brothers and sisters.
maybe we could find a way to be equal and caring
and maybe
we could all just simple
let the others be free
and just nurture
and nourish hem
Opened mouth, dried teeth, sand in my belly. Lying on your back in the grass feeling like you’re not really a part of this world. Float penny light, far, far away. Dream you’ll never set foot on thrones or rough patches of grass.
She wanted nothing more than to nourish the little creature nuzzling its way into her shoulder, but she knew deep down she didn’t have the means to feed another body.
I’m going to open the packets and dump the little bits of life inside into some boiling hot water – make a mash of intimacy and pain that will keep me going for hours. I’ll wake up and capture some of the sunrise early on, so I can use that to sweeten the taste of bitterness and loss, which I’ve collected over the year. These little nourishments – they’ll sustain me, even if it tastes bad. No one ever likes the medicine they need.
Nourishment. Passed from your mouth to mine in the dead of night to get read of the tears. Nourishment from your arms wrapped around me while we sit inside and wait for the rain to pass. Nourishment from your words you leave me on my phone in the morning, hoping to put a smile on my face. Your nourishment keeps me going, keeps me alive, keeps me breathing.
“It will nourish my soul.” Madeline said, as she flipped her long dark hair to the side.
“Why do you have to use such verbose language?” For the life of me I could not understand this child.
“Why do you?” Madeline grabbed the pop tart out of the red toaster.
“Because I am 45. You, on the other hand are only 12.”
Madeline’s whining became louder. “Well, its true, if I go to this retreat it will nourish my soul and send me back refreshed.”
I stifled a laugh, these could only be words her father, my ex, had put in her mouth. “That or you will get in trouble with your boyfriend.”
nourishment is good for everyone, it’s good for plants and people and comes from the sun. that’s the physical nourishment though. sometimes you need your soul to be nourished and that kind of thing only comes from people, from love, from support. that’s something that only happens with people you love and trust and who love and trust you. it nourishes your soul. is your soul nourished?
Then the Daleks sprang into life. They had confirmation. They were now nourished, ready to live, and fight, and die for Skaaro. The Daleks would exterminate. The Doctor would die. The Silence would fall. All from the nourishment of a Doctor.
The lights of the city swept over her like a blanket as she drove in. It had been so long since she’d last seen them, she’d forgotten how beautiful they were, how much she had needed them. It was amazing how…how…dull the country was! All those empty fields and lanes unpaved. How did people survive out there? Well, they liked it well enough, she thought. She’d just stick to her own side of the world.
I nourished myself with your love. i can’t live without it. it’s food to me. nourishment. without it i starve. my soul starves. but alas your nourishment comes in different form. I am not your nourishment. I will starve to death because you cannot feed on me. I wish you could feed on me.
Like a child, I suppose. You nourish them, too, see: feed them, love them, but most of all, you teach them. The ultimate lesson is learning what you see itself, and the next lesson, on par with this one, is understanding it.
I needed it. Food. Bit hard to get…but I needed it. I knew they were right behind me. But the doors were sealed…that could hold them off…right? It was worth it. Before me were hundreds of cans. Beans, soup, anything. I grabbed as many as I could. I felt them clatter against my ribcage. Nourishment was to come.
Lifeblood’s trickle is moving down her back, small pools of muscle born and die, shift like continents. The world, she is, or mine, perhaps. We took a look and realized loving earth was more than apt
Nourish is more than feeding and keeping someone physically healthy. You need more than food and water to keep you alive. You need love, you need growth. You need the ability to move past things. Sometimes I don’t think I possess this ability. I get frightened and I dwell on things even though I hate it. I wish I could learn to move past it.
Stillness is nourishment for the soul. In a world were everything is moving a mile a minute and people are coming and going as if the world was coming to an end, we need to top.
The bodies and souls of the mill workers are un-nourished. They are starving, spending all day working hour upon hour, eating but little and then drinking away the night. There is nothing to feed their souls, only darkness and soot. They are surrounded by crime and drunkenness, no hope but tiny candle-flame dreams that are blown out by tiny realizations.
I hate homework, but good grades nourish me. As much as sleep does. I really need some sleep at the moment. But i have to finish this fucking homework or I won’t get an A in english.
nourish is to eat. You need nourishment to survive. IT alsomt make s youhelathy. There are different types of nourishment. You can me nourished, malnurish, overnourished. These all mean different things. Your spell nurished n
Stalk the man, break his neck, open his veins, taste his life, feed my soul, break his body. Tupperware containers, refrigerated life, succulent smells, rest and relax.
He gently pushed his head into the veil of her hair and breathed in her scent. It opened his senses a thousand-fold. He wished to stay there forevermore.
Nouris. Idk what nourish means. Maybe it’s something that has to do with food. Or it is smething carasteristic. My grammar sucks, so does my english. In this text will be alot of faults, mistakes. But i don’t care. I tought you had different words on here, but obviously not. Why do I use long words? Idk how to write lol.
Wenn ich nicht denke, dann ist *nourish* eine Droge. Sie lullt mich ein, sie ist graubraun und riecht ein wenig süßlich. Würzig-süßlich, gerade so, dass es angenehm ist. Mir wird warm und ich falle in eine Wolke, die mich weich und weiß umfängt. Ich lächle. Freude ist in mir und Gelassenheit. So lässt es sich gut sterben.
i don’t really know what this word means exactly, and i’m not trying to think about it because the directions said not to think about it. well, to nourish yourself, you probably should keep your self healthy. not starve yourself like i do.. but anyway, that’s okay, because most people won’t save it.
I nourished her broken soul with sweet, soft words that only she could hear. The symphony of words whispered were the only consolation she could find.
It was the sustenance of the soul. The life that filled the world with light. It was breath. It allowed me to cross the dry desert and find the oasis, it allowed me to run across the tundra and not freeze, and it allowed me to fly to the moon, to the stars, and beyond time.
Love me love me love me. It is time to nourish my soul, my heart, myself. I can only love you when I love myself fully. Let me learn to be kind, to be gentle to be honorable to be loyal. And I will start with myself in hopes that you will be here to witness, to receive, to inspire and to share.
your body and soul. bathe in sunlight and love and know that you are enough. nourish your spirit with the knowledge that you have never been more glorious than you are this moment, right now, on the earth, under the sun, glowing, breathing, vibrant and alive.
A tube fed into his arm, pumping a colorless fluid into his veins that kept him only just lucid enough to acknowledge our presences. His eyes were at half mast and dulled by pain and anger and undernourishment; I could count every one of his bones sticking out beneath his taught skin.
His fingers twitched slightly when I touched them. “Hang in there, Benjy,” I told him. “When you get out of here, I’m gonna take you out to dinner at that restaurant you told me about.”
I will nourish and breastfeed you for the rest of my life – wife. Noob. This should be literary nourishment enough for today.
We all need proper nourishment or else we all turn into rotten grumps who sit around and complain about how bad our day was, when in fact, if one had paused during said rant to look out the window and find that the sun was shining and the birds were singing and then come to the conclusion that today was not, to ones surprise, a rotten day.
People say they can’t live without love, but it is not needed to nourish.
It’s about time I nourished myself, instead of being a mama jay to the world and always chewing food for others. Even mamas are somebody’s baby, even mamas sometimes can’t chew all the rough pain given to them to swallow.
Nourishment is something everyone needs. We get it in different ways, too. Through food, interaction with other people, love – sometimes through things we don’t need at all.
People sometimes blow the idea of nourishment out of proportion. “We’re going to nourish your soul, your stomach, your desire for material possessions, your attraction to adventure” – well, we always come away still hungry, don’t we?
suck suck suck. all the nourishment out of me.
fuck fuck fuck. you’re gunna be the death of me.
and when I’m dead,
you’ll be full
and when I’m dead,
you’ll be full again.
Maybe one day, all the world could live as a family of brothers and sisters.
maybe we could find a way to be equal and caring
and maybe
we could all just simple
let the others be free
and just nurture
and nourish hem
Opened mouth, dried teeth, sand in my belly. Lying on your back in the grass feeling like you’re not really a part of this world. Float penny light, far, far away. Dream you’ll never set foot on thrones or rough patches of grass.
She wanted nothing more than to nourish the little creature nuzzling its way into her shoulder, but she knew deep down she didn’t have the means to feed another body.
I’m going to open the packets and dump the little bits of life inside into some boiling hot water – make a mash of intimacy and pain that will keep me going for hours. I’ll wake up and capture some of the sunrise early on, so I can use that to sweeten the taste of bitterness and loss, which I’ve collected over the year. These little nourishments – they’ll sustain me, even if it tastes bad. No one ever likes the medicine they need.
Nourishment. Passed from your mouth to mine in the dead of night to get read of the tears. Nourishment from your arms wrapped around me while we sit inside and wait for the rain to pass. Nourishment from your words you leave me on my phone in the morning, hoping to put a smile on my face. Your nourishment keeps me going, keeps me alive, keeps me breathing.
“It will nourish my soul.” Madeline said, as she flipped her long dark hair to the side.
“Why do you have to use such verbose language?” For the life of me I could not understand this child.
“Why do you?” Madeline grabbed the pop tart out of the red toaster.
“Because I am 45. You, on the other hand are only 12.”
Madeline’s whining became louder. “Well, its true, if I go to this retreat it will nourish my soul and send me back refreshed.”
I stifled a laugh, these could only be words her father, my ex, had put in her mouth. “That or you will get in trouble with your boyfriend.”
nourishment is good for everyone, it’s good for plants and people and comes from the sun. that’s the physical nourishment though. sometimes you need your soul to be nourished and that kind of thing only comes from people, from love, from support. that’s something that only happens with people you love and trust and who love and trust you. it nourishes your soul. is your soul nourished?
“I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!”
Then the Daleks sprang into life. They had confirmation. They were now nourished, ready to live, and fight, and die for Skaaro. The Daleks would exterminate. The Doctor would die. The Silence would fall. All from the nourishment of a Doctor.
The lights of the city swept over her like a blanket as she drove in. It had been so long since she’d last seen them, she’d forgotten how beautiful they were, how much she had needed them. It was amazing how…how…dull the country was! All those empty fields and lanes unpaved. How did people survive out there? Well, they liked it well enough, she thought. She’d just stick to her own side of the world.
I nourished myself with your love. i can’t live without it. it’s food to me. nourishment. without it i starve. my soul starves. but alas your nourishment comes in different form. I am not your nourishment. I will starve to death because you cannot feed on me. I wish you could feed on me.
Like a child, I suppose. You nourish them, too, see: feed them, love them, but most of all, you teach them. The ultimate lesson is learning what you see itself, and the next lesson, on par with this one, is understanding it.
I needed it. Food. Bit hard to get…but I needed it. I knew they were right behind me. But the doors were sealed…that could hold them off…right? It was worth it. Before me were hundreds of cans. Beans, soup, anything. I grabbed as many as I could. I felt them clatter against my ribcage. Nourishment was to come.
Lifeblood’s trickle is moving down her back, small pools of muscle born and die, shift like continents. The world, she is, or mine, perhaps. We took a look and realized loving earth was more than apt
The Doctor nourished his plant.
“/What/ is that?” Amy asked.
“A venus flytrap!” the Doctor responded.
“And /why/ have you got one of those?”
“Because it’s amazing! It /eats/ the flies!”
“…we haven’t got any flies on the TARDIS, Doctor.”
Nourish is more than feeding and keeping someone physically healthy. You need more than food and water to keep you alive. You need love, you need growth. You need the ability to move past things. Sometimes I don’t think I possess this ability. I get frightened and I dwell on things even though I hate it. I wish I could learn to move past it.
Stillness is nourishment for the soul. In a world were everything is moving a mile a minute and people are coming and going as if the world was coming to an end, we need to top.
The bodies and souls of the mill workers are un-nourished. They are starving, spending all day working hour upon hour, eating but little and then drinking away the night. There is nothing to feed their souls, only darkness and soot. They are surrounded by crime and drunkenness, no hope but tiny candle-flame dreams that are blown out by tiny realizations.
Today I’m nourished because I went to subway and I ate a big sandwich there. I was with my wife and we also had a nice glass of Schwepes.
kids poverty no food suffering hungry
I hate homework, but good grades nourish me. As much as sleep does. I really need some sleep at the moment. But i have to finish this fucking homework or I won’t get an A in english.
nourish is to eat. You need nourishment to survive. IT alsomt make s youhelathy. There are different types of nourishment. You can me nourished, malnurish, overnourished. These all mean different things. Your spell nurished n
Stalk the man, break his neck, open his veins, taste his life, feed my soul, break his body. Tupperware containers, refrigerated life, succulent smells, rest and relax.
food, eat, ate, filling, feeding food to people.
He gently pushed his head into the veil of her hair and breathed in her scent. It opened his senses a thousand-fold. He wished to stay there forevermore.
Nouris. Idk what nourish means. Maybe it’s something that has to do with food. Or it is smething carasteristic. My grammar sucks, so does my english. In this text will be alot of faults, mistakes. But i don’t care. I tought you had different words on here, but obviously not. Why do I use long words? Idk how to write lol.
The thing a mother does to her young. They need her in order for then to be big and healthy.
Wenn ich nicht denke, dann ist *nourish* eine Droge. Sie lullt mich ein, sie ist graubraun und riecht ein wenig süßlich. Würzig-süßlich, gerade so, dass es angenehm ist. Mir wird warm und ich falle in eine Wolke, die mich weich und weiß umfängt. Ich lächle. Freude ist in mir und Gelassenheit. So lässt es sich gut sterben.
i don’t really know what this word means exactly, and i’m not trying to think about it because the directions said not to think about it. well, to nourish yourself, you probably should keep your self healthy. not starve yourself like i do.. but anyway, that’s okay, because most people won’t save it.
I need to nourish my body. I need to nourish my soul. I need to nourish my feelings and not allow you to stir up my emotions.