Phantom of the opera
diamond sofa
It was all a dream,
Moving from my couch i placed a glass on the window
Moved to the dining which was ffull of cement
I beckoned to my waitress who was sitting on the sofa
I never want to see you in the sad state youre in she said.
Maybe you should take a bath.
He gave farewell to the village and took to the one place that he had always wanted to be. The sea would be his new home for a few months. He would learn to be alone, to think and wait and be patient. The sea would be his only friend and in it, he knew he could confine in it. The sea would be luxurious. He would have it all by having nothing.
luxurious reminds me of tvs for some reason..i dont know why..someone would think of spas and cars and high end lifestly and what not..my first thought is always a tv.
The fabric was the most exquisite texture that the young boy had ever felt in his life. Luxury wasn’t a familiar setting for this child. Hands calloused from the work that made this boy long for the days of sipping cool lemonade on a sunny day under an old oak tree.
The apartment was, in one word, quite luxurious. The floor was covered in shag carpeting, and the couches were leather. The table was mahogany and glistened as though it had just been shined, which, in fact, it had. The windows were wide open and the cityscape was clearly visible beyond.
a comfy bed with the person i love most in the world and we just get to stay in all morning and it doesn’t matter, preferably sunday, with big fluffy pajamas and all the pillows and blankets we need, good music, no disruptions, maybe a little rain to make it more soothing. oh yeah, and it has to be a king size bed because that would just give more room to be comfy and sink in.
i really want to go to St. Thomas to relax. To eat all the fancy foods I want. To lay back under the sun. Stay in a hotel that supplies all the strawberries in the world. I want to be happy.
Some people have it so well. Whether born with a silver spoon in their mouth, or whether they earned it, such a luxurious life is only ever granted to some, and the majority of them don’t deserve it. They treat people like garbage in the process of accruing their wealth, and they deny it to any of their loved ones who might befit from it. They hoard, they deny, and they just earn more and more… but no amount of money could buy them forgiveness.
Luxurious is all about exepriences. It could be a mgood meal, a good stay in a hotel with amenities, a spa in a soothing and heavenly environment, a work place that feels more like a holiday resolt (some people are lucky to work in say Hilton in Phuket). I
i could never find luxury. i don’t know how to be luxurious, i guess. i guess i put luxury with fancy, and i don’t do fancy. it makes me uncomfortable. it’s too rich. just give me natural and comfortable any day. i’m not luxury. i’m me.
To lie in the grass on a sunny day, just listening to the bugs nearby and the wind in the trees, is one of the most luxurious things I will ever experience in my life. Sheer simplicity is like a natural drug that I often overlook in favour of more instant gratifications.
I saw the luxurious bed, and the alarm clock on the nightstand next to it. I saw her luscious hair blowing in the wind that came from the window. I wanted her luxurious body onto of mine.
It was a luxurious evening. The sky was a light color of gray. Everything seemed quite nice. Average. It was nothing unusual. It was one of those days you wish you could have most days. Nothing bad happening. Just luxury. The luxury of doing nothing. Simple. Simplicity is luxurious after all. Or so he thought.
Something luxurious is wanted by most humans. It isn’t necessarily needed but people feel like they need it because luxuries make things so much more comfortable and easier. However, we tend to forget that others don’t have anything luxurious, and tend to take it for granted. Luxury makes us wistful because we end up wanting the luxurious things in life so bad that we can’t stand it. It makes us crazy. Too much luxury, however, is not a good thing.
i suppose living in a materialistic society
luxury
to some would be having more than what you need
living in an electronic age seeing
the whole world by pushing a button
the nth degree might
perhaps be adequately represented
by having someone there push the buttons for you
i have thought if only
i could become rich and famous i would live luxuriously in new york knowing famous people eating in expensive restaurants calling long distance anytime i want
but you held me
one evening and now i know the ultimate luxury of your love.”
I think of my marc jacobs watch, beautiful soft pleasant things that not everyone has… and it makes me feel very materialistic, but the word luxurious doesn’t make me feel bad about being that way, so maybe I like that word. Cashmere? silk?
This polar bear rug is luxurious. Its glorious chops bear yellow teeth. Without such a lovely polar bear skin rug, this room would be rather bare, for this rug is more luxurious than diamonds.
comfortable. relaxation. the dusty aged recliner at my parents old house. I remember sleeping on it when I was sick and my mother would bring me something good to eat. made the world brighter even at night. around on every holiday.
The couch was luxurious, out of place in the spare room. It was tasseled and bedazzled and gleamed in the low lamp-light, red and gold and stiff-backed (as all truly expensive chairs are). Luxury in place of comfort. What a waste.
the king walked along and looked at his inferiors. his shoes were muddy, and it had crept onto the fur of his cape. this was going to be a vengeful day,
For some strange reason, I have always felt that the single most important factor in leading a luxurious life is to have luxurious bedding. Sleep is where everything brews and is then transfered to life itself. Sweet, silken dreams, my friend…
Luxurious is a word with curious letters. It contains both Us and an X. Not many words have these letters within its borders. The word luxurious is also a strange one due to the fact that it means something good, though leaves the impression of being a bad thing.
high and lofty and all thats glitter is gold sometimes i just think about pepperdine then I think of my own life, how oh how did i end up with the pleasures and riches i have. i don’t even like to admit that i could maybe have a luxurious life but yet somehow i do.
expensive, just rich people buy, absolutly inneccesary things that normla people wolud thing ehy in the world do you want that, they expend their money instead of helping others
When she woke up, she realized how luxurious this guy apartment was. Hell, did she have a hangover. She turned around and examined his face. OH OH!
Was that actually who she thought that was?
rich, amazing, purple, the best, cruising the blue open waters, finding myself in a place of zen, WOW, what a treat! This is the best! Would like to be here forever!
hotel sheets. Not really, the idea of them. The actual ones are made with starch. But the idea of walking into a clean room with white sheets. Cleaning hotel rooms, pulling off their sheets, still luxurious
Taking a big sigh of relief, Chrissa fell backwards and allowed herself to land on the soft plush, luxurious bed behind her. Ah, how a relief it was to finally relax, to finally get away from all the stressful hubbub that had been going on for the past week. Closing her eyes, she allowed all thoughts and worries wash away from her body. So tired…. After everything, she really needed this.
And there was no better place to relax than at the Inne d’Extravagance, right? Never had she ever been in such a high-end vicinity before. The room in which she was now basking actually had air conditioning. AIR CONDITIONING!! Man’s most modern of marvels, and here she was in the middle of its full experience!! She honestly could not even imagine that she had just straight in from a sweltering summer day just a couple hours ago. The thought was so extraordinary, she could almost laugh.
Yes, this was a great reprieve indeed, and she was going to soak it up as much as she could….
…. She would very much need it later for the storm that was soon to come.
The luxurious seat covers caressed her bare legs as he pressed his body to hers in the back seat of his Lamborghini. How could she be so stupid? The nice car, those gorgeous eyes…that laugh…as she felt a blade tearing through her evening gown, she hoped and prayed someone would find her. “God, if you’re out there…” she whispered. But, no one answered. No one saw. And, no one would ever know what happened on those luxurious, leather seat covers. No one.
I want to lead a luxurious and fulfilling life. But to do that I need lots of money very quickly. Now for that I should either rob a bank or make something that the world needs very badly,
i dont know
i gues luxury
stable
comfy
pretty
coffee and books
being yourself
loving life
being an individual
caring for nothing
unaffraid to care
Phantom of the opera
diamond sofa
It was all a dream,
Moving from my couch i placed a glass on the window
Moved to the dining which was ffull of cement
I beckoned to my waitress who was sitting on the sofa
I never want to see you in the sad state youre in she said.
Maybe you should take a bath.
He gave farewell to the village and took to the one place that he had always wanted to be. The sea would be his new home for a few months. He would learn to be alone, to think and wait and be patient. The sea would be his only friend and in it, he knew he could confine in it. The sea would be luxurious. He would have it all by having nothing.
hotels, silk, food, wine, diamonds, relaxation, water, drinks with umbrellas, sleep, drop down shades, room service, bubble baths, dreaming, journal, feeling beautiful, eating, kissing, tropics, europe, first class,
luxurious reminds me of tvs for some reason..i dont know why..someone would think of spas and cars and high end lifestly and what not..my first thought is always a tv.
The fabric was the most exquisite texture that the young boy had ever felt in his life. Luxury wasn’t a familiar setting for this child. Hands calloused from the work that made this boy long for the days of sipping cool lemonade on a sunny day under an old oak tree.
The apartment was, in one word, quite luxurious. The floor was covered in shag carpeting, and the couches were leather. The table was mahogany and glistened as though it had just been shined, which, in fact, it had. The windows were wide open and the cityscape was clearly visible beyond.
a comfy bed with the person i love most in the world and we just get to stay in all morning and it doesn’t matter, preferably sunday, with big fluffy pajamas and all the pillows and blankets we need, good music, no disruptions, maybe a little rain to make it more soothing. oh yeah, and it has to be a king size bed because that would just give more room to be comfy and sink in.
i really want to go to St. Thomas to relax. To eat all the fancy foods I want. To lay back under the sun. Stay in a hotel that supplies all the strawberries in the world. I want to be happy.
the liquid silk flowed from her emerald dress billowing in the ocean wind.
Some people have it so well. Whether born with a silver spoon in their mouth, or whether they earned it, such a luxurious life is only ever granted to some, and the majority of them don’t deserve it. They treat people like garbage in the process of accruing their wealth, and they deny it to any of their loved ones who might befit from it. They hoard, they deny, and they just earn more and more… but no amount of money could buy them forgiveness.
Luxurious is all about exepriences. It could be a mgood meal, a good stay in a hotel with amenities, a spa in a soothing and heavenly environment, a work place that feels more like a holiday resolt (some people are lucky to work in say Hilton in Phuket). I
i could never find luxury. i don’t know how to be luxurious, i guess. i guess i put luxury with fancy, and i don’t do fancy. it makes me uncomfortable. it’s too rich. just give me natural and comfortable any day. i’m not luxury. i’m me.
To lie in the grass on a sunny day, just listening to the bugs nearby and the wind in the trees, is one of the most luxurious things I will ever experience in my life. Sheer simplicity is like a natural drug that I often overlook in favour of more instant gratifications.
I saw the luxurious bed, and the alarm clock on the nightstand next to it. I saw her luscious hair blowing in the wind that came from the window. I wanted her luxurious body onto of mine.
It was a luxurious evening. The sky was a light color of gray. Everything seemed quite nice. Average. It was nothing unusual. It was one of those days you wish you could have most days. Nothing bad happening. Just luxury. The luxury of doing nothing. Simple. Simplicity is luxurious after all. Or so he thought.
jewelry, rich folk, restaurants, shopping, lots of money, lottery, whatever, blah blah blah
Something luxurious is wanted by most humans. It isn’t necessarily needed but people feel like they need it because luxuries make things so much more comfortable and easier. However, we tend to forget that others don’t have anything luxurious, and tend to take it for granted. Luxury makes us wistful because we end up wanting the luxurious things in life so bad that we can’t stand it. It makes us crazy. Too much luxury, however, is not a good thing.
i suppose living in a materialistic society
luxury
to some would be having more than what you need
living in an electronic age seeing
the whole world by pushing a button
the nth degree might
perhaps be adequately represented
by having someone there push the buttons for you
i have thought if only
i could become rich and famous i would live luxuriously in new york knowing famous people eating in expensive restaurants calling long distance anytime i want
but you held me
one evening and now i know the ultimate luxury of your love.”
I think of my marc jacobs watch, beautiful soft pleasant things that not everyone has… and it makes me feel very materialistic, but the word luxurious doesn’t make me feel bad about being that way, so maybe I like that word. Cashmere? silk?
groovy nice handling of the senses in which one might find themselves comfortable and living well within the comfort of fancy
This polar bear rug is luxurious. Its glorious chops bear yellow teeth. Without such a lovely polar bear skin rug, this room would be rather bare, for this rug is more luxurious than diamonds.
Textiles, especially silken ones. Waterbeds, too. Waterbeds covered in silk. Just don’t try and jump on them, they’ll pop and ruin the silk.
comfortable. relaxation. the dusty aged recliner at my parents old house. I remember sleeping on it when I was sick and my mother would bring me something good to eat. made the world brighter even at night. around on every holiday.
The couch was luxurious, out of place in the spare room. It was tasseled and bedazzled and gleamed in the low lamp-light, red and gold and stiff-backed (as all truly expensive chairs are). Luxury in place of comfort. What a waste.
the king walked along and looked at his inferiors. his shoes were muddy, and it had crept onto the fur of his cape. this was going to be a vengeful day,
For some strange reason, I have always felt that the single most important factor in leading a luxurious life is to have luxurious bedding. Sleep is where everything brews and is then transfered to life itself. Sweet, silken dreams, my friend…
the best car i could ever imagine is a dodge viper.
Luxurious is a word with curious letters. It contains both Us and an X. Not many words have these letters within its borders. The word luxurious is also a strange one due to the fact that it means something good, though leaves the impression of being a bad thing.
high and lofty and all thats glitter is gold sometimes i just think about pepperdine then I think of my own life, how oh how did i end up with the pleasures and riches i have. i don’t even like to admit that i could maybe have a luxurious life but yet somehow i do.
expensive, just rich people buy, absolutly inneccesary things that normla people wolud thing ehy in the world do you want that, they expend their money instead of helping others
When she woke up, she realized how luxurious this guy apartment was. Hell, did she have a hangover. She turned around and examined his face. OH OH!
Was that actually who she thought that was?
When she woke up, she realized how luxurious this guy apartment was. Hell she had a hangover. She turned around and examined his face. OH OH!
rich, amazing, purple, the best, cruising the blue open waters, finding myself in a place of zen, WOW, what a treat! This is the best! Would like to be here forever!
hotel sheets. Not really, the idea of them. The actual ones are made with starch. But the idea of walking into a clean room with white sheets. Cleaning hotel rooms, pulling off their sheets, still luxurious
Taking a big sigh of relief, Chrissa fell backwards and allowed herself to land on the soft plush, luxurious bed behind her. Ah, how a relief it was to finally relax, to finally get away from all the stressful hubbub that had been going on for the past week. Closing her eyes, she allowed all thoughts and worries wash away from her body. So tired…. After everything, she really needed this.
And there was no better place to relax than at the Inne d’Extravagance, right? Never had she ever been in such a high-end vicinity before. The room in which she was now basking actually had air conditioning. AIR CONDITIONING!! Man’s most modern of marvels, and here she was in the middle of its full experience!! She honestly could not even imagine that she had just straight in from a sweltering summer day just a couple hours ago. The thought was so extraordinary, she could almost laugh.
Yes, this was a great reprieve indeed, and she was going to soak it up as much as she could….
…. She would very much need it later for the storm that was soon to come.
The luxurious seat covers caressed her bare legs as he pressed his body to hers in the back seat of his Lamborghini. How could she be so stupid? The nice car, those gorgeous eyes…that laugh…as she felt a blade tearing through her evening gown, she hoped and prayed someone would find her. “God, if you’re out there…” she whispered. But, no one answered. No one saw. And, no one would ever know what happened on those luxurious, leather seat covers. No one.
I want to lead a luxurious and fulfilling life. But to do that I need lots of money very quickly. Now for that I should either rob a bank or make something that the world needs very badly,
why to go behind luxurious things real need of soul is luxurious thoughts.
why to go behind luxurious things real need of soul is luxurious thoughts.
Love is the answer.