I am going to be tasting the sweet things in store for me. I have a long, good life ahead of me, and right now, things couldn’t get any better. I love all the people in my life. I am blessed and truely, genuinely happy. I want to make a difference and change the world, and I know I will. I will do what ever I can to reach out and be the change in the world.
Is it wrong to like the taste of blood. My own is the only type Iike, however I do like it and I can see how others my find it wrong. It’s just different. Nice.
heelo whats up
??? ahh this is scary and i dont know what im tyoing hahahaahahah oooppps sorry for the typos anyhheww whats =new anndd oh ya im moving and it sucks hhehehehhehehehehe soo i like soports and i love ZEBRAS AND ONJE DIRECTION!! i hope im typing a long enough thing..well BYE WELL TIMES UP NOW BYE!
pancakes and bar beques oops i missspelled that cookie are awesome i love subway it is so good and tasty and yummyhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i love cinnamon rolls so much pancakes are so good with blue berries.
you tast with your tongue, tasting trigers lots of memories from your childhood. Same with smells, Smell is half your tast, i love tasting things, but not gross things.
seeing what food tates like and seeing if you like that certain type of texture or taste in your mouth, some people only like certain types of food because it may not taste good to them
Tasting is eating food tasting it of course taking you into a world of wonderfulness. It can take you to a world of imatination. You could be a chef taste testing your food before it gets served to your costumers. It reminds me of when I was tasting a different food for the first time and I really enjoyed it.
What could be so utterly repulsive thing taste as horrible as a farmers sweaty sock wrapped skunk cooked in a boiling pot of sewage? Well not my keyboard. As I was asking my question I decided to see what my f5 key would taste like, so I got myself another minute after refreshing the page. How awesome is that?
I was sitting on my deck tasting the great bbq hamburger. I had a craving for wings though…ah the taste of hot buffalo wings…the taste of them is something that I crave. the tasting of wings with a cold beverage is incomparable.Nothing like tasting hot wings in the hot summer.
Wine. Some people say, that every single one tastes the same. I would not agree I must say. It is an art, to get the taste of good wine, it is an experience, which makes your soul happy. It is not just drinking some random booze. But they don’t understand. For them it is just another alcohol, to get wasted with. A pity indeed.
I sit there tasting the bitterness of blood in my mouth. Blood covers my hands, it’s in my hair, and I scream. I try to scream the taste out. I try to scream but I’m choking on the screams and air can’t get in and then stars dance before my eyes. I stay like this until I feel Nathaniel’s hands on mine. Only then can I focus on something else.
tasting some thoughts, a dreadful thoughts, a morbid thoughts, self-hating thoughts…just tasting, without accepting them, for i know how ugly i’d look if i did accept.
Tasting the first salty breath of summer she all but moaned as it cleared her lungs of the semester’s stress, eroding the toxins of a crushing work load, polishing her pride and sense of accomplishment.
honey and milk. olive oil and sweat. Gosh, the mixing on my tongue. sweet and sour, salt and bitter, the tang of lime, the umame of MSG-soaked noodles. I loved food! Sustenance, good or unhealthy, it is necessary and we must not try to search for ever more different tastes in the hope of some unattainable ‘perfection’ as nothing in this world can do that. every time we repeat that taste, it’s shimmer goes a bit more matte.Seek to feed others, and not just indulge yourself.
The food was tasting awful. It was just the aftermath of a prolonged fever that killed the tastebuds on my tongue. I am craving for the taste of good food.
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best name of photgraphy
people’s photography
photography which is totally made for people
photography for the best
photography which is the best in this world
photography where people can see it everywhere
photography which s famous
photography where people can accept it for no matter what
ooooooh sorry guys this is going to be homestuck porn. Sort of.
He was on his knees in front of me, pulling my zipper down before I even processed he was down there. Reaching inside he grabbed eagerly at my already exposed bone bulge and –
“What the fuck is this, Sollux??” Dave balked.
“My, er, bulge,”
“I know but why is it a tentacle?”
“Is that weird?” I didn’t understand.
in the silence as the incense drifted from the temple floor. She stepped upon the map and bent her knees. Her mind started to race, but suddenly a memory of a fragile night, as the smoke let her taste her past.
Every drop of blood raging through the rivers inside me carries the echo of her name. On the occasion that it spills and escapes from the skin that holds it dear, if you lean in close, mixed in with the sound of fading drumbeats, you can just hear the sound of that name being chanted.
I used to be a chef in america then I was killed, and my cat committed suicide out of grief. However, I soon rose again and danced in michael jackson’s thriller song. Then I met a potato, he says hi.
I knew then that you liked her. And I said it over and over again and you knew it too. And now that you gave him to me I will always be a charity case, tasting the shame and inferiority of being his consolation prize.
He was quite sure of it, and the air smelled of it so strongly that he was practically tasting it. Blood was somewhere in this room, covering a rotting corpse. The room was dark, so he took a few steps and closed his eyes, intent on locating where the buzz of nearby flies was coming from.
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I am going to be tasting the sweet things in store for me. I have a long, good life ahead of me, and right now, things couldn’t get any better. I love all the people in my life. I am blessed and truely, genuinely happy. I want to make a difference and change the world, and I know I will. I will do what ever I can to reach out and be the change in the world.
the man was tasting the apple pie
I love tasting the sweet, honey, suckle in my mouth; when I walk done the path to my grandparents’ house.
Food. A curse to some, a cure for others. We can’t live without it. Flavors are what makes food eatable.
Is it wrong to like the taste of blood. My own is the only type Iike, however I do like it and I can see how others my find it wrong. It’s just different. Nice.
heelo whats up
??? ahh this is scary and i dont know what im tyoing hahahaahahah oooppps sorry for the typos anyhheww whats =new anndd oh ya im moving and it sucks hhehehehhehehehehe soo i like soports and i love ZEBRAS AND ONJE DIRECTION!! i hope im typing a long enough thing..well BYE WELL TIMES UP NOW BYE!
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Tasting is what i do when i eat my favorite food. I love the feeling of when it goes down your throat. it sometimes heats or cools your whole body.
pancakes and bar beques oops i missspelled that cookie are awesome i love subway it is so good and tasty and yummyhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i love cinnamon rolls so much pancakes are so good with blue berries.
Salty, stinging, searing, ice-cold water. Sea green. Spitting. Choking. Cast about like flotsam in the tide. Drowning.
pancakes and bacon taste good and i like to taste new foods. I also like caske and cookies ecspessially chocolatte chip.
you tast with your tongue, tasting trigers lots of memories from your childhood. Same with smells, Smell is half your tast, i love tasting things, but not gross things.
seeing what food tates like and seeing if you like that certain type of texture or taste in your mouth, some people only like certain types of food because it may not taste good to them
As i cook i taste my food, to see how it well.. tastes! I want food that really tastes yummy!!! :D yummy food and health food are good for you!. Yumm
Tasting is eating food tasting it of course taking you into a world of wonderfulness. It can take you to a world of imatination. You could be a chef taste testing your food before it gets served to your costumers. It reminds me of when I was tasting a different food for the first time and I really enjoyed it.
What could be so utterly repulsive thing taste as horrible as a farmers sweaty sock wrapped skunk cooked in a boiling pot of sewage? Well not my keyboard. As I was asking my question I decided to see what my f5 key would taste like, so I got myself another minute after refreshing the page. How awesome is that?
I was sitting on my deck tasting the great bbq hamburger. I had a craving for wings though…ah the taste of hot buffalo wings…the taste of them is something that I crave. the tasting of wings with a cold beverage is incomparable.Nothing like tasting hot wings in the hot summer.
Wine. Some people say, that every single one tastes the same. I would not agree I must say. It is an art, to get the taste of good wine, it is an experience, which makes your soul happy. It is not just drinking some random booze. But they don’t understand. For them it is just another alcohol, to get wasted with. A pity indeed.
eat swallow tasting food mouth
what happens when you put some thing in your mouth and then you react by tasting.
I sit there tasting the bitterness of blood in my mouth. Blood covers my hands, it’s in my hair, and I scream. I try to scream the taste out. I try to scream but I’m choking on the screams and air can’t get in and then stars dance before my eyes. I stay like this until I feel Nathaniel’s hands on mine. Only then can I focus on something else.
I love tasting food of all kinds. taste buds popping with flavour. yum yum!
tasting some thoughts, a dreadful thoughts, a morbid thoughts, self-hating thoughts…just tasting, without accepting them, for i know how ugly i’d look if i did accept.
Tasting the first salty breath of summer she all but moaned as it cleared her lungs of the semester’s stress, eroding the toxins of a crushing work load, polishing her pride and sense of accomplishment.
I dip my finger in the sauce. Not bad, but it needs a bit more salt. I add some, then taste it again- perfect!
honey and milk. olive oil and sweat. Gosh, the mixing on my tongue. sweet and sour, salt and bitter, the tang of lime, the umame of MSG-soaked noodles. I loved food! Sustenance, good or unhealthy, it is necessary and we must not try to search for ever more different tastes in the hope of some unattainable ‘perfection’ as nothing in this world can do that. every time we repeat that taste, it’s shimmer goes a bit more matte.Seek to feed others, and not just indulge yourself.
The food was tasting awful. It was just the aftermath of a prolonged fever that killed the tastebuds on my tongue. I am craving for the taste of good food.
best in this world
best name of photgraphy
people’s photography
photography which is totally made for people
photography for the best
photography which is the best in this world
photography where people can see it everywhere
photography which s famous
photography where people can accept it for no matter what
like tasting a fine wine
wasting. making haste. fasting. lasting. passing.
Swirls of leaves
Heat of the sun
Scent of the flowers
Needles of rain
Colours of the world
Ears open
Eyes open
Mouths open
Minds open
Hearts open
To the possibilities
To the joys
To the sorrows
To the future
To the now
That this world has
While it still exists
ooooooh sorry guys this is going to be homestuck porn. Sort of.
He was on his knees in front of me, pulling my zipper down before I even processed he was down there. Reaching inside he grabbed eagerly at my already exposed bone bulge and –
“What the fuck is this, Sollux??” Dave balked.
“My, er, bulge,”
“I know but why is it a tentacle?”
“Is that weird?” I didn’t understand.
in the silence as the incense drifted from the temple floor. She stepped upon the map and bent her knees. Her mind started to race, but suddenly a memory of a fragile night, as the smoke let her taste her past.
Every drop of blood raging through the rivers inside me carries the echo of her name. On the occasion that it spills and escapes from the skin that holds it dear, if you lean in close, mixed in with the sound of fading drumbeats, you can just hear the sound of that name being chanted.
To taste, or not to taste.
Why? Why not?
Question everything! Why?
I used to be a chef in america then I was killed, and my cat committed suicide out of grief. However, I soon rose again and danced in michael jackson’s thriller song. Then I met a potato, he says hi.
I love the taste of different foods. From the spectacular fresh taste of tomatoes to the mild creamy taste of avacados, I love food.
I knew then that you liked her. And I said it over and over again and you knew it too. And now that you gave him to me I will always be a charity case, tasting the shame and inferiority of being his consolation prize.
Today the buds on my tongue were tasting many flavors.Sorbet! Mmm!
He was quite sure of it, and the air smelled of it so strongly that he was practically tasting it. Blood was somewhere in this room, covering a rotting corpse. The room was dark, so he took a few steps and closed his eyes, intent on locating where the buzz of nearby flies was coming from.