I once stayed at a luxurious hotel. It was the Wilderness Lodge in Disney World. It was gorgeous. The entire hotel was centered around the theme of, interestingly enough, a lodge in the middle of the wilderness. Inside the lobby, there are wooden sculptures of animals and the entire hotel has a lovely warm feel. My family and I had a large, luxurious bathroom which was simply amazing. It was one trip that I will never forget.
I don’t have a luxurious car. And I don’t want one. Material things get so old, so quickly. I like things because they have some deep value. They help me create. Or open my ears. Or feed my mind.
the day of such sun shine in the park
Was a break from the luxuries of civilization
For they blind us with these luxurious temptations
Do we need to be so bound by these desires?
to live a luxurious life, youneed to make something of yourself. obviously i am not going to do that by being an awward winning famous musician, but i would love to learn how to play the guitar. but this time i actually want to learn. I want to be able to play songs written by led zepplin, the beatles, jimi hendrix, janice jopplin, green day, and every other classic rock bands! hand me that six string and baby teach me how to play.
nothing in life is luxurious. you can’t enjoy yourself truly without a care in the world. while some things may ease your pain, you can’t be worry-less. This word isn’t a feeling; it’s a reason to try and make things better, and to try to forget the awful things in your life. Let’s just say it’s easier said than done.
luxurious. luxurious is a word used to describe what can’t be described by just an ordinary adjective. luxurious is a special word. luxurious is almost amazing enough to be a work of art. the word luxurious could even be considered luxurious itself.
The bed sat there, luxurious and elegant, as the couple fell upon in it in a loving embrace. They turned each other over, while trying to take off different articles of clothing. The passion in the room was very high, and the couple was ready for a night of action.
Luxurious. What is it? A banana on a hot day? A tiger running through Australia playing fetch with kangaroos? An orange flavored breath mint? A spider monkey drinking mountain dew? Whatever it is, I want it. Like a moth flying through the night sky, luxury soars into the mouths of endangered pandas in China. XOXO. GOSSIP GURL.
Luxurious. What is it? A banana on a hot day? A tiger running through Australia playing fetch with kangaroos? An orange flavored breath mint? A spider monkey drinking mountain dew? Whatever it is, I want it. Like a moth flying through the night sky, luxury soars into the mouths of endangered pandas in China. Peace.Love.Luxury. XOXO.
money, sitting on a beach, nice stuff, jewelry, a sexy man bringing me margaritas, fresh towels, warm water, bamboo fans, comfy furniture, bed made of african bird feathers
luxury is the goal of all comfortable people. luxury is the thing we think we want when we’ve got everything. luxury is the joy of the unnecessary. Luxury is not for the rich. luxury is found best whenever we are happy. it is the goal of envy. luxury is leather and glass, whiskey and good cigars. luxury is what we do not have but wish we did.
Dipping your toes into a hot bathtub after walking on cool tile. Getting to experience something only every once in a while, like a favorite blanket that your friend has or a dinner in a city far away. Everything luxurious should be taken in small doses, so it stays a luxury.
champagne bottle.. louboutin shoes.. versace gowns.. a huge house with white furniture.. french windows.. just like in the imagine video.. diamonds.. chocolates.. pure luxury.
i am a luxurious tiger, who likes to eat small children. and then i go play bikes with my friends and have jello. we all play dirt eating contest and i win, duh. and then we go to the park for sem sem flakes of joy. and we also
Luck – jhurrrrrrr – eeee – us. The sounds in jhurrrrrr…..very odd sound. It’s a large word, full of a lot of different sounds and imagery. What luxuriates? The very word itself sounds like luck-shurrrr-eee.
again? seriously what is this word. it pissing me off. like everything is . i need to learn to let it go. okay i’m going to let it go now. so what’s up lol this is getting very random…like really. so what is up with this word. what is it> like seriously..i hope they aren’t mad at me for not reading my emil.
beautiful and stunning. lavish and sparkly and champagne colored things and pearls. it has an x in it. haha shweet. this is such a long 60 seconds. WAH
i imagine those like really rich people who live in castles and stuff and theyre like all snobby with british accents. haha yeah and they have like little puppies and like a huge ass tv that covers a whole fucking wall. and its a huge tv cuz if its a castle its a fucking huge wall too. yeah. and they like drink some kind of alcohol and stuff with caviar and toast in some european language like french. yup. those people.
You’re luxurious than Egyptian Cotton! One of the follow up songs to Gwen Stefani’s masterpiece “Holla back girl”, “Luxurious” is the fullest extent of pleasure and decadence.
I would call it luxurious. It’s an addictive state of being that we all want. It’s what keeps me sane. It’s what makes things similar. I would call it luxurious due to its addictive sensation.
He collapses. He falls. The sorrows of the day fall off his shoulders, and settle with the dust. He sighs. In heaven. For a moment he experiences that luxurious feeling of accomplishment, before he loses sight into the sleep.
there i was sitting in the most lavish of all spaces. the green around me was swallowing me into it’s sweet promises. I could smell the fresh wind and I felt the cool dirt below, the sun was warm on my tanned skin. and in this moment, I was at peace.
The cat walked across the bed and came to lie under the cover between he and I. The feel of the fur on our naked bodies was luxurious. For the first time I thought seriously of wanting a cat. With one I would never be alone. Even if he left me, I’d still have my cat.
What can define luxurious?
Does it mean having the most prestigious things in your closet?
The most beautiful furniture displayed in your hearth?
Or does it apply to what is around you?
Family, friends?
Accomplishments?
Luxurious is in the mind of the beholder.
What is luxurious is up to you.
It was so beautiful that you could only expect it to be luxurious.
I reached my hand to grasp at least a bit of its glorious perfection, but it fell; Shattering upon the floor.
Perhaps, just as they say, Beautiful things are only meant to stare.
velvet and perfume and lipstick and chaise lounge chairs and her long blonde hair like Veronica Lake and she’s smoking a cigarette in a long cigarette holder and the wisps of smoke waft up around her face and her cleavage is smooth like white milk and she beckons me with her eyes, knowing that sexuality exudes from every move that she makes.
It’s spelled with a L, capital or lower-case, your choice. personally I like it capitalized unless in the middle of a sentence. otherwise it’s lower-case, though capitalized is a preferred option.
sleeping in the depth of my mind with green and yellow and purpal and red colors surrounding my body with the rain upon my face and the sun washing over me- charging me with its brilliance and light and warmth, my eyes seeing everhthing
She said, smiling at him. But something was not quite right. She looked hungry. Carnivarous. It choked her. Luxury ate her alive. He wasn’t enough, now that she was used to better.
If I had to be a celebrity, I think it’d be difficult for me to be luxurious. All I really want is a roof over my head, clothes on my body and food in my stomach. Or maybe that’s what we all say. Maybe we all say that but what we’d really do is buy a Maserati the second we could.
She sighed and kicked her slippers at the layers upon layers of goldenrod silk that circled her ankles in a swirl specifically designed to prevent crushing and tangling; the blood red and forest green gems on her fingers twinkled as she plucked dispassionately at the fabric. For some, no, for most, such things would be considered a luxury…but for her, the greatest luxury she could think of would have been freedom outside of that found in her own mind.
Her life was comfortable, luxurious. Surrounded by wealth and blinded by the promise of security, she had no reason to worry about petty problems. Why should she when her life was full of Dio
Swallowed by luxurious items. Lost is our primal instinct to survive. Our survival depends on the color of our ipod, the texture of our carpet. WE have become obsessed with looking good, where one would rather die than to wear out of style sneakers.
I dream of a life that is luxurious in love. Not so much in wealth and fine things. I feel if I had a love, I would feel as rich as a Queen who had all those things. It is what you feel in your heart.
I can’t imagine a time when her hair didn’t feel like this when I touched it. What was it even made of? How did it stay so soft for so long? Did she use something special when she washed it? That must be it, since it smells so good. Smells so good. I bury my face in it when I hold her because I just love the smell.
The room was heavenly. It was just as Anne had dreamed it would be. Or was she still dreaming? It almost seemed to good to be true. To luxurious to be real. The feather tick, pillows to, and a downy, white cashmere hearth rug that she spun and spun and spun on.
I walked down the street, feeling the warmth of the luxurious sun against my flesh. The wind blew my hair which stuck to my ripened lips. I squinted. It was still and silent and all I could hear was my heart.
What is luxurious? To me, it is a warm sunny day across the world doing something I’ve never done before. To someone else, it is a hot meal. What is luxurious to you?
I once stayed at a luxurious hotel. It was the Wilderness Lodge in Disney World. It was gorgeous. The entire hotel was centered around the theme of, interestingly enough, a lodge in the middle of the wilderness. Inside the lobby, there are wooden sculptures of animals and the entire hotel has a lovely warm feel. My family and I had a large, luxurious bathroom which was simply amazing. It was one trip that I will never forget.
I don’t have a luxurious car. And I don’t want one. Material things get so old, so quickly. I like things because they have some deep value. They help me create. Or open my ears. Or feed my mind.
the day of such sun shine in the park
Was a break from the luxuries of civilization
For they blind us with these luxurious temptations
Do we need to be so bound by these desires?
to live a luxurious life, youneed to make something of yourself. obviously i am not going to do that by being an awward winning famous musician, but i would love to learn how to play the guitar. but this time i actually want to learn. I want to be able to play songs written by led zepplin, the beatles, jimi hendrix, janice jopplin, green day, and every other classic rock bands! hand me that six string and baby teach me how to play.
nothing in life is luxurious. you can’t enjoy yourself truly without a care in the world. while some things may ease your pain, you can’t be worry-less. This word isn’t a feeling; it’s a reason to try and make things better, and to try to forget the awful things in your life. Let’s just say it’s easier said than done.
luxurious. luxurious is a word used to describe what can’t be described by just an ordinary adjective. luxurious is a special word. luxurious is almost amazing enough to be a work of art. the word luxurious could even be considered luxurious itself.
The bed sat there, luxurious and elegant, as the couple fell upon in it in a loving embrace. They turned each other over, while trying to take off different articles of clothing. The passion in the room was very high, and the couple was ready for a night of action.
Luxurious. What is it? A banana on a hot day? A tiger running through Australia playing fetch with kangaroos? An orange flavored breath mint? A spider monkey drinking mountain dew? Whatever it is, I want it. Like a moth flying through the night sky, luxury soars into the mouths of endangered pandas in China. XOXO. GOSSIP GURL.
Luxurious. What is it? A banana on a hot day? A tiger running through Australia playing fetch with kangaroos? An orange flavored breath mint? A spider monkey drinking mountain dew? Whatever it is, I want it. Like a moth flying through the night sky, luxury soars into the mouths of endangered pandas in China. Peace.Love.Luxury. XOXO.
money, sitting on a beach, nice stuff, jewelry, a sexy man bringing me margaritas, fresh towels, warm water, bamboo fans, comfy furniture, bed made of african bird feathers
luxury is the goal of all comfortable people. luxury is the thing we think we want when we’ve got everything. luxury is the joy of the unnecessary. Luxury is not for the rich. luxury is found best whenever we are happy. it is the goal of envy. luxury is leather and glass, whiskey and good cigars. luxury is what we do not have but wish we did.
Dipping your toes into a hot bathtub after walking on cool tile. Getting to experience something only every once in a while, like a favorite blanket that your friend has or a dinner in a city far away. Everything luxurious should be taken in small doses, so it stays a luxury.
champagne bottle.. louboutin shoes.. versace gowns.. a huge house with white furniture.. french windows.. just like in the imagine video.. diamonds.. chocolates.. pure luxury.
i am a luxurious tiger, who likes to eat small children. and then i go play bikes with my friends and have jello. we all play dirt eating contest and i win, duh. and then we go to the park for sem sem flakes of joy. and we also
Luck – jhurrrrrrr – eeee – us. The sounds in jhurrrrrr…..very odd sound. It’s a large word, full of a lot of different sounds and imagery. What luxuriates? The very word itself sounds like luck-shurrrr-eee.
again? seriously what is this word. it pissing me off. like everything is . i need to learn to let it go. okay i’m going to let it go now. so what’s up lol this is getting very random…like really. so what is up with this word. what is it> like seriously..i hope they aren’t mad at me for not reading my emil.
luxurious home a rich lavish place dripping with style. Something you wont but dont need. Expensive.
beautiful and stunning. lavish and sparkly and champagne colored things and pearls. it has an x in it. haha shweet. this is such a long 60 seconds. WAH
i imagine those like really rich people who live in castles and stuff and theyre like all snobby with british accents. haha yeah and they have like little puppies and like a huge ass tv that covers a whole fucking wall. and its a huge tv cuz if its a castle its a fucking huge wall too. yeah. and they like drink some kind of alcohol and stuff with caviar and toast in some european language like french. yup. those people.
You’re luxurious than Egyptian Cotton! One of the follow up songs to Gwen Stefani’s masterpiece “Holla back girl”, “Luxurious” is the fullest extent of pleasure and decadence.
I would call it luxurious. It’s an addictive state of being that we all want. It’s what keeps me sane. It’s what makes things similar. I would call it luxurious due to its addictive sensation.
He collapses. He falls. The sorrows of the day fall off his shoulders, and settle with the dust. He sighs. In heaven. For a moment he experiences that luxurious feeling of accomplishment, before he loses sight into the sleep.
there i was sitting in the most lavish of all spaces. the green around me was swallowing me into it’s sweet promises. I could smell the fresh wind and I felt the cool dirt below, the sun was warm on my tanned skin. and in this moment, I was at peace.
The cat walked across the bed and came to lie under the cover between he and I. The feel of the fur on our naked bodies was luxurious. For the first time I thought seriously of wanting a cat. With one I would never be alone. Even if he left me, I’d still have my cat.
What can define luxurious?
Does it mean having the most prestigious things in your closet?
The most beautiful furniture displayed in your hearth?
Or does it apply to what is around you?
Family, friends?
Accomplishments?
Luxurious is in the mind of the beholder.
What is luxurious is up to you.
It was so beautiful that you could only expect it to be luxurious.
I reached my hand to grasp at least a bit of its glorious perfection, but it fell; Shattering upon the floor.
Perhaps, just as they say, Beautiful things are only meant to stare.
velvet and perfume and lipstick and chaise lounge chairs and her long blonde hair like Veronica Lake and she’s smoking a cigarette in a long cigarette holder and the wisps of smoke waft up around her face and her cleavage is smooth like white milk and she beckons me with her eyes, knowing that sexuality exudes from every move that she makes.
It’s spelled with a L, capital or lower-case, your choice. personally I like it capitalized unless in the middle of a sentence. otherwise it’s lower-case, though capitalized is a preferred option.
sleeping in the depth of my mind with green and yellow and purpal and red colors surrounding my body with the rain upon my face and the sun washing over me- charging me with its brilliance and light and warmth, my eyes seeing everhthing
get away, vacation, comfort, happiness, passion
She said, smiling at him. But something was not quite right. She looked hungry. Carnivarous. It choked her. Luxury ate her alive. He wasn’t enough, now that she was used to better.
If I had to be a celebrity, I think it’d be difficult for me to be luxurious. All I really want is a roof over my head, clothes on my body and food in my stomach. Or maybe that’s what we all say. Maybe we all say that but what we’d really do is buy a Maserati the second we could.
She sighed and kicked her slippers at the layers upon layers of goldenrod silk that circled her ankles in a swirl specifically designed to prevent crushing and tangling; the blood red and forest green gems on her fingers twinkled as she plucked dispassionately at the fabric. For some, no, for most, such things would be considered a luxury…but for her, the greatest luxury she could think of would have been freedom outside of that found in her own mind.
Her life was comfortable, luxurious. Surrounded by wealth and blinded by the promise of security, she had no reason to worry about petty problems. Why should she when her life was full of Dio
Swallowed by luxurious items. Lost is our primal instinct to survive. Our survival depends on the color of our ipod, the texture of our carpet. WE have become obsessed with looking good, where one would rather die than to wear out of style sneakers.
I dream of a life that is luxurious in love. Not so much in wealth and fine things. I feel if I had a love, I would feel as rich as a Queen who had all those things. It is what you feel in your heart.
I can’t imagine a time when her hair didn’t feel like this when I touched it. What was it even made of? How did it stay so soft for so long? Did she use something special when she washed it? That must be it, since it smells so good. Smells so good. I bury my face in it when I hold her because I just love the smell.
The room was heavenly. It was just as Anne had dreamed it would be. Or was she still dreaming? It almost seemed to good to be true. To luxurious to be real. The feather tick, pillows to, and a downy, white cashmere hearth rug that she spun and spun and spun on.
I walked down the street, feeling the warmth of the luxurious sun against my flesh. The wind blew my hair which stuck to my ripened lips. I squinted. It was still and silent and all I could hear was my heart.
What is luxurious? To me, it is a warm sunny day across the world doing something I’ve never done before. To someone else, it is a hot meal. What is luxurious to you?