luxurious. snuggie. weird blonde woman. velvet. snuggies are just soo retarded. dogs and cats. CATDOG! omigod, who remembers that show? I lvoed it! also courage the cowardly dog. luxurious luxury is luxurious.
Her boudoir was luxurious, filled with lively flowers that whistled the colors of the forest. Her bed was a canopy, and her wardrobe made from the richest of mahogany’s, a beautiful deep red color. Of course, it was all this was because she could afford it; there is always money in abandoning home.
Luxurious reminds me of silk… Or soft things…. Maybe even that dude from AllStar Weekend. Zach Porter? Yeah, he’s like this word… And that dude Adam Gregory. Don’t know him? Google it.
Wrapped in silk, sitting in the rooftop garden while eating dark chocolate all day, ordering room service, and remaining in my pajamas…all the while receiving a pedicure and massage. On a Tuesday.
I think of a ery fancy hotel. AN army of bellhops waiting foryour every command.
I think of rich, red velvet. The smooth sensation it has on your skin. I think of shiny gold and silver and a relaxed lifesyle.
I was just sitting there. Alone, sipping the remains of a cappachino. It wasn’t expected, but it didn’t surprise me that he walked in at that moment. He tried to be casual. Bt I knew he new that I knew. I met him at a party once.
the leopard skin on the floor,
like a reflection from the flickering shadow outside the window
it is noon
the wild rose yesterday have withered
my luxurious life shall come to an end
It was a wonderfully luxurious feeling, just lying there in the clean white sheets with sunlight streaming in the windows. I looked closely at the angel sleeping in my arms. The fires of last night were gone now, but I remember the passion in her eyes.
Luxurious. The black sheets of the warm bed in which he lied with his lover, in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, in this perfect world of piece, but he knew he’d have to get up soon; He’d have to get up and beat back the devils that cursed the land, watching his friends fall because of him. When the tear fell down his face his lover caught it and hugged him tightly; he knew how the man in his arms felt.
Nothing in society is as sure, as the fact that luxury is desired above what is needed. Our desire for ‘wants’ comes above our need for ‘needs’ in our minds, as we continuously decrease the knowledge of a secure and solid base.
luxury can be relative. I find being able to sit in the sunlight reading a book luxurious. Some people find a 10 bedroom mansion luxurious. It really all depends on one’s ideals. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Luxury is just the same.
We sprawl. Thats the thing about all this. How we can lay about and not worry about a thing: exams, politicians, impending doom, the whole deal. And we find, slowly that we don’t give a damn– you heard me– not a damn about any of this. We learn to carry out our quiet luxurious existances without thinking about it much, and this is how we’ve entered a state of– I wouldn’t call it complacency, no, but almost a return to a child-like apathy.
luxury!
i’ve hit the delete button millions of times now because luxurious is not something i can write. the purple bar at the bottom is moving faster towards the end, and i’m still not inspired, except for that one word at the top, with the exclamation point. but what will that do, how can someone even read that? pathetic excuse, like, i dunno. like teachers who want to make something seem important or fun, “science research! due date coming up! math test!”
When I think of luxury, I think of the first class cabins on internationally flying airplanes. Or just owning an airplane in general. It’s odd really. I think I should think of pearls and diamonds and plush houses, but I don’t. I think of being in the sky.
oh, the feel of your skin against mine, baby. The stretch of your legs digging into the mattress, the taste of your fingers, the slope of your back, the softness of skin against skin
It felt good to hear his voice, it didn’t feel like it mattered that we weren’t alone, or that we weren’t supposed to be there.
I missed him, and this was my only time to finally see him. “We’ll be together forever,” I thought.
this is my life and how i live it biotchhhh lap of luxury chocolate, satin, ocean, fast cars, and hot hot, delicious food. awesome, comfort to the max, jewelry, diamonds, furs, fancy restaurants and pretty clothes, plays, operas hittin up the town oh isnt it grand!
i like a nice luxury item! especially when it is given to me for free. in fact, i think that luxury is often more luxurious when it is free, if you pay for luxury then it frequently doesnt live up to ones expectations.
my life the grestest things ever amasing the best thing ever a cosy car ride with the windows roll all the way down and nothing but songs and sky.Money expensive
luxurious like butter and silk sheets and robes and laying around with furs and pillows and being just at peace. money and money and riches buy luxury. means different things for different people. cardboarded houses luxury for those who have none. interesting.
Opening the door to her hotel room, she squealed with delight when she spied the luxurious bed – all white and crisp and fresh!. She dropped her bags, ran and dived onto the bed
As she walked into the room, she realized that this is what the rest of the world must be like. The drop from the airship she was on was daunting, but the luxuriasness of the the steam machine, with robot waiters and velvet carpets was even more than she had ever seen
there is so much luxury to be seen. everywhere there is luxury placed in front of your eyes, but much to your dismay, you cannot touch it. you reach your hand out but all that is luxurious has suddenly moved out of arm reach. this is a shame.
And it was there, all there, all there. He could have stood in front of its glory for ages. And for a while, it seemed like he did. The sheer brilliance of it radiated like the sun, times a thousand. After all that work, all that stress, all that fear, it was finally right there. For a while, everything seemed perfect. And that’s when the explosion happened.
Right now a massage would be luxurious. I’ve been in the hospital for 48 hours now. I am ready to go home. I’m sick of being sick. The muscles in my shoulders and back are super tight, and I want to get loose. I hate the shingles.
only afforded to the wealthy. golden, lavish, beautiful, comfortable, gorgeous. private jets, manicures, purple pillows, quiet, mini giraffes, amazing. many rich executives and celebrities get to experience this luxury and live in it daily. i wish that i lived a luxurious lifestyle but i cannot afford to do so. i want to be luxurious with my boy.
Hot springs in the middle of the mountains. Stars beyond my ability to count, reflected in the river. Shapes amidst the steam, all social barriers washed away. Talking to one’s neighbours once again. Like the old days. Out here in the mountains. A southern island.
to sleep and dream. to be comfortable and safe. to have people there and happiness. not just fine things and gifts. it is all material like that. only love and happiness can give you true luxury.
its often not me, or the things that i own. its a lifestyle i will never understand, and would never really want. i think simplicity brings out the inner self, who we really are. we can’t hide behind all of our “stuff” or shiney things.
The carpet was wine colored, and the chandelier bloomed with light. They seemed to flit about the golden mansion like woodland fairies, without a care in the world. Hard work was not a term found in their everyday vocabulary.
Diamonds for days, I pick out the fat yellow one swimming in the many carot-ted ones around it… with this extravagance on my hand I feel I must eat nothing but oysters and be cloaked in finest silk while someone holds an 18th century white parasol above me
To me, luxurious congers up visions of a bubble bath in a first class hotel. That would be followed by dressing in the finest of clothes, and then doing the evening in a four star restaurant and a nightclub show with top talent. Then, back to the hotel, sleeping on satin sheets. I think I want it all. Maybe for one night.
I am alive, and only now do I realise that it’s a luxury. I’ve learned that I can’t depend on anything, from the weather, to people, to even waking up tomorrow morning. I don’t know why all that happened has had to be, but I know that I’m lucky to be here, to be able to see and touch this earth, this mysterious life, before my death sentence, whenever that may be.
luxurious. snuggie. weird blonde woman. velvet. snuggies are just soo retarded. dogs and cats. CATDOG! omigod, who remembers that show? I lvoed it! also courage the cowardly dog. luxurious luxury is luxurious.
Her boudoir was luxurious, filled with lively flowers that whistled the colors of the forest. Her bed was a canopy, and her wardrobe made from the richest of mahogany’s, a beautiful deep red color. Of course, it was all this was because she could afford it; there is always money in abandoning home.
Luxurious reminds me of silk… Or soft things…. Maybe even that dude from AllStar Weekend. Zach Porter? Yeah, he’s like this word… And that dude Adam Gregory. Don’t know him? Google it.
Wrapped in silk, sitting in the rooftop garden while eating dark chocolate all day, ordering room service, and remaining in my pajamas…all the while receiving a pedicure and massage. On a Tuesday.
I think of a ery fancy hotel. AN army of bellhops waiting foryour every command.
I think of rich, red velvet. The smooth sensation it has on your skin. I think of shiny gold and silver and a relaxed lifesyle.
I was just sitting there. Alone, sipping the remains of a cappachino. It wasn’t expected, but it didn’t surprise me that he walked in at that moment. He tried to be casual. Bt I knew he new that I knew. I met him at a party once.
the leopard skin on the floor,
like a reflection from the flickering shadow outside the window
it is noon
the wild rose yesterday have withered
my luxurious life shall come to an end
It was a wonderfully luxurious feeling, just lying there in the clean white sheets with sunlight streaming in the windows. I looked closely at the angel sleeping in my arms. The fires of last night were gone now, but I remember the passion in her eyes.
Luxurious. The black sheets of the warm bed in which he lied with his lover, in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, in this perfect world of piece, but he knew he’d have to get up soon; He’d have to get up and beat back the devils that cursed the land, watching his friends fall because of him. When the tear fell down his face his lover caught it and hugged him tightly; he knew how the man in his arms felt.
Nothing in society is as sure, as the fact that luxury is desired above what is needed. Our desire for ‘wants’ comes above our need for ‘needs’ in our minds, as we continuously decrease the knowledge of a secure and solid base.
You skin in contact with mine
Like silk and roses and wine.
Soft and warm and hot.
I feel your presence
whether your here or not.
luxury can be relative. I find being able to sit in the sunlight reading a book luxurious. Some people find a 10 bedroom mansion luxurious. It really all depends on one’s ideals. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Luxury is just the same.
We sprawl. Thats the thing about all this. How we can lay about and not worry about a thing: exams, politicians, impending doom, the whole deal. And we find, slowly that we don’t give a damn– you heard me– not a damn about any of this. We learn to carry out our quiet luxurious existances without thinking about it much, and this is how we’ve entered a state of– I wouldn’t call it complacency, no, but almost a return to a child-like apathy.
luxury!
i’ve hit the delete button millions of times now because luxurious is not something i can write. the purple bar at the bottom is moving faster towards the end, and i’m still not inspired, except for that one word at the top, with the exclamation point. but what will that do, how can someone even read that? pathetic excuse, like, i dunno. like teachers who want to make something seem important or fun, “science research! due date coming up! math test!”
When I think of luxury, I think of the first class cabins on internationally flying airplanes. Or just owning an airplane in general. It’s odd really. I think I should think of pearls and diamonds and plush houses, but I don’t. I think of being in the sky.
oh, the feel of your skin against mine, baby. The stretch of your legs digging into the mattress, the taste of your fingers, the slope of your back, the softness of skin against skin
soft, arromatic, spa
designer clothes
large bed, sooooo many pillows
The most luxurious thing for me would be a day in bed with 15 pillows, 600 thread count sheets and unlimited food at a moments notice.
It felt good to hear his voice, it didn’t feel like it mattered that we weren’t alone, or that we weren’t supposed to be there.
I missed him, and this was my only time to finally see him. “We’ll be together forever,” I thought.
this is my life and how i live it biotchhhh lap of luxury chocolate, satin, ocean, fast cars, and hot hot, delicious food. awesome, comfort to the max, jewelry, diamonds, furs, fancy restaurants and pretty clothes, plays, operas hittin up the town oh isnt it grand!
i like a nice luxury item! especially when it is given to me for free. in fact, i think that luxury is often more luxurious when it is free, if you pay for luxury then it frequently doesnt live up to ones expectations.
Lying across the luxurious satin, she seemed natural. As if the room were not foreign to her–as if it had been hers all along.
my life the grestest things ever amasing the best thing ever a cosy car ride with the windows roll all the way down and nothing but songs and sky.Money expensive
luxurious like butter and silk sheets and robes and laying around with furs and pillows and being just at peace. money and money and riches buy luxury. means different things for different people. cardboarded houses luxury for those who have none. interesting.
Opening the door to her hotel room, she squealed with delight when she spied the luxurious bed – all white and crisp and fresh!. She dropped her bags, ran and dived onto the bed
As she walked into the room, she realized that this is what the rest of the world must be like. The drop from the airship she was on was daunting, but the luxuriasness of the the steam machine, with robot waiters and velvet carpets was even more than she had ever seen
there is so much luxury to be seen. everywhere there is luxury placed in front of your eyes, but much to your dismay, you cannot touch it. you reach your hand out but all that is luxurious has suddenly moved out of arm reach. this is a shame.
And it was there, all there, all there. He could have stood in front of its glory for ages. And for a while, it seemed like he did. The sheer brilliance of it radiated like the sun, times a thousand. After all that work, all that stress, all that fear, it was finally right there. For a while, everything seemed perfect. And that’s when the explosion happened.
Right now a massage would be luxurious. I’ve been in the hospital for 48 hours now. I am ready to go home. I’m sick of being sick. The muscles in my shoulders and back are super tight, and I want to get loose. I hate the shingles.
only afforded to the wealthy. golden, lavish, beautiful, comfortable, gorgeous. private jets, manicures, purple pillows, quiet, mini giraffes, amazing. many rich executives and celebrities get to experience this luxury and live in it daily. i wish that i lived a luxurious lifestyle but i cannot afford to do so. i want to be luxurious with my boy.
Hot springs in the middle of the mountains. Stars beyond my ability to count, reflected in the river. Shapes amidst the steam, all social barriers washed away. Talking to one’s neighbours once again. Like the old days. Out here in the mountains. A southern island.
to sleep and dream. to be comfortable and safe. to have people there and happiness. not just fine things and gifts. it is all material like that. only love and happiness can give you true luxury.
its often not me, or the things that i own. its a lifestyle i will never understand, and would never really want. i think simplicity brings out the inner self, who we really are. we can’t hide behind all of our “stuff” or shiney things.
It felt soft and cool to the touch. This was a fabric I’d never touched and never knew existed. This was Egyptian cotton, but better…silk…but more.
Mink stoles, limosines, gold accents.
The carpet was wine colored, and the chandelier bloomed with light. They seemed to flit about the golden mansion like woodland fairies, without a care in the world. Hard work was not a term found in their everyday vocabulary.
Diamonds for days, I pick out the fat yellow one swimming in the many carot-ted ones around it… with this extravagance on my hand I feel I must eat nothing but oysters and be cloaked in finest silk while someone holds an 18th century white parasol above me
To me, luxurious congers up visions of a bubble bath in a first class hotel. That would be followed by dressing in the finest of clothes, and then doing the evening in a four star restaurant and a nightclub show with top talent. Then, back to the hotel, sleeping on satin sheets. I think I want it all. Maybe for one night.
Luxurious is what you are, exuberant with lif, with love, with lust. Luxurious is this love that we have.
I am alive, and only now do I realise that it’s a luxury. I’ve learned that I can’t depend on anything, from the weather, to people, to even waking up tomorrow morning. I don’t know why all that happened has had to be, but I know that I’m lucky to be here, to be able to see and touch this earth, this mysterious life, before my death sentence, whenever that may be.
what a wonderful word. just to say it sounds luxurious. Smooth full of life and love. Happy and at peace.