beautiful days, sunsets surrounding me, i miss you, lake, ripples. follow the sun. follow the moon. but most of all follow your heart. breathe in. breathe out. hello?
samantha russo.
the color was bright pink, as though someone had come along and splattered some paint on it. It was small, feeble, but shining, and so I knew, then, that everything would be alright. Even through this terrible time – even though she’d said it was the last straw. That blossom changed my entire mindset, and I went home with a lighter heart and an apology on my lips.
lola
a blooming orchid. period it blooms its beautiful and simple. all you need is some sunshine….VUNNY FUCK YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its still not dun really??? long minutes damn uhgg wow
vunny
A bright red stain, blossoming outward like a flower, appeared on his chest. It grew darker, and wider, the blood rolling down his sides to drip onto the floor. His gaze met yours, pleading, fading, then gone.
You let your right arm fall to your side, gun still clutched tightly in your hand as though it were a precious treasure.
Kurekitsune
she was waiting for everything to blossom.
vjh
FLOWERS ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Where did the time go? That doesn’t apply to the situation. I’m scared to fall in love. There. Does that makes sense? But I’m scared to be alone forever too.
I don’t know. I lovee you
tresmignon
The flower blossomed out from the ground. The sun shone upon it, yet no one noticed. Everyone walked past the garden as they normally did on their morning commute. One man grabbed a newspaper, a woman fixing her lipstick on the run. Even the children running to school didn’t notice this flower.
Nate
The red blossom is about to cry. I don`t want to be there, I rather go to church in order to find the meaning of life. You sucks, I suck, and everyone else does
Himo
blooming flowers in spring time, growing into your environment, self actualizing, completing a circle, finding a purpose
Anonymous
the blossom reminds me of spring. Spring here is Provo is so beautiful with many tulips: red, yellow, white, pink, purple, and blue.
kate
In the field of Daisies there lay one single blossom and as the couple danced the relized that that blossom reprezentes global warming. This was the last straw.
Caytelyn
The flowers all over the carpet meant that Mittens had come back, and maybe with Mittens my wife also. At which point, haruhi murikami smashed through the door with ten thousand lawyers armed to the teeth with knives and affadavit-loaded bazookas. “What appears to be the problem, miste-” but he was already inside my chest, carving a hole the very shape of his fists.
crabmuffins
Blossoms out my window. Clarity. A speck of a planet in the blue sky sunset. Pastel colored insulators sitting on the once warlike gate posts. I can see now. The world is clear again.
Brujeii
The tree slowly swayed in the wind as she sat, perfectly still. Her hair blew gently around her in the wind. A small pink flower blew from the tree and landed in her hair, sticking there for a second until the breeze blew it out, into the open air, ready for a new adventure.
Edd
to spring out and up. Nature’s way of progressing, yet I am digressing with each snap. I need to bring out my pollen and offer it. Don’t close so quick open my pedal, and watch my pollen stick
norm
Not just a happy, pretty flower.
The word blossom is also a verb.
“She’s blossoming into adulthood.” They say.
Well, when blossoming is a verb, it’s unrelated to that happy, pretty flower.
Us teenagers, we’re all blossoming.
Some into happy, pretty flowers,
some into lazy, hunched over flowers,
but the tallest, best-looking flowers are the special ones.
Those flowers are the tallest because they hogged all the soil, water, and sunlight to reach the top.
All the rest of the flowers can do is look up, and in winter, die out without a trace.
In spring, the new take over, and look up at the tall ones, leaves green with envy.
C.L. Bain
Everything that blossoms also dies.
Myona
flower blossoms down dark hallways
a young girl falls in love with the outside world
treading lightly for fear of slipping
on nature’s delicate feet
lizzz
Blossoms. Natural fragrance seeping into the room, around the corner of the doorway from the dining room to the kitchen, heavy, and thick from the huge, pink peonies in the vase at the center of the antique dining room table.
rachelzana
Blossom Dearie.
Amber blossom
in full blossom
Mel
asrtjdtykt
Anonymous
flowers are beautiful creations. a collection of them is a symbol of infatuation, a symbol of beauty, a symbol of love.
Anonymous
I hated wait for this moment for so long. When it finally came, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never thought it’d develop this far, into something neither of us could have ever imagined. Life is full of experiences just waiting to appear in front of you. You don’t always have to know how to handle them or deal with them. They might come naturally to you.
Katie
the trees blossom, the flowers blossom, my smile blossoms, as the season changes. i dance through the falling leaves, freeing my mind of all of worries and pain. i cannot wait for the leaves to change again next year. i am a flower! i am a leaf! i am jumping! i am still!
rita jay
a blossom is alive
g
Love. It blossoms over time. It grows as a flower does in spring. The colors of love grow in the shine of the light of the sun that is love. As love Blossoms you blossom as a person, as a couple, as one. Be love, be one, be a blossom.
Blossom
A beautiful blossom dancing on the wind. As if it was saying, “Here, here, look over here so that you can smile and remember that there are blessings all around you.”
Paula
this is a really stupid word and I’m not inspired by it. All it makes me think about is the awful nineties tv show.
kaiser
little flower
blooming
her basilica
here in Tres Leches
flowers on
Zarzamora
whispering through
the grill,
through
the retardant vigor
of her
dying darkness,
her wish to see
her husband
darkly
insinuant
in the water
that calls
her name.
paschal
sakura
cherry
love
amazing
beauty
april
japan
fall
imperminance
pink
to grow
child
birth
happyneas
sss
music
nihongo
mettalicBUBBLES
beautiful flower that comes in the spring. it makes you feel new and excited and that you know that even if there is something terrible going on in your life there is hope and a new beginning starting somewhere, at some time. apple blossoms are the most beautiful and fragrant of them and i look forward to them every spring
Sarah :)
It comes out in the middle of spring, at first it is so tiny, barely noticable really. But then it turns, slowly like at first, you barely notice it from one phase to the other. but then you start noticing it bloom and the colours you never thought possible are suddenly all there, you have finally blooomed, slowy, but the most beautiful flower of all.
kasyn
It comes out in the middle of spring, at first it is so tiny, barely noticable really. But then it turns, slowly like at first, you barely notice it from one phase to the other. but then you start noticing it bloom and the colours you never thought possible are suddenly all there.
kasyn
Now blossoming into a beautiful young woman, Elizabeth finally stepped out into the wide world, ready to grab every opportunity it threw at her with both hands, and loving every second she spent in the city.
H
The cherry blossom fell, spinning gracefully into the pond.A little girl plucked it from the pond and started to play with it. Eventually, it lay forgotten, waiting to continue it’s journey, eventually turning to the soil from which it came, starting the process over.
Keechie
Blossom, well immediately a word like “blossom” will conjure images of spring, flowers and such. or, if you’re as conditioned by television adverts and corny euphemisms as i am puberty and feminine products.
Jordan
a cherry blossom how beautiful. Blossom is a flower correct? well i don’t know much about flowers. I know girls like them. I don’t see the appeal. and they dont smell good either. i think people just say thats
Davie
blossoms are very beautiful they remind me of spring and the coming of beautiful smells that permeate the air, just like a big juicy penis.
dork.
magic magicalness. you dont control it. it just happens. why does a flower blossom? how? does it know it’s blossoming? it just does. we dont know. probably.
beautiful days, sunsets surrounding me, i miss you, lake, ripples. follow the sun. follow the moon. but most of all follow your heart. breathe in. breathe out. hello?
the color was bright pink, as though someone had come along and splattered some paint on it. It was small, feeble, but shining, and so I knew, then, that everything would be alright. Even through this terrible time – even though she’d said it was the last straw. That blossom changed my entire mindset, and I went home with a lighter heart and an apology on my lips.
a blooming orchid. period it blooms its beautiful and simple. all you need is some sunshine….VUNNY FUCK YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its still not dun really??? long minutes damn uhgg wow
A bright red stain, blossoming outward like a flower, appeared on his chest. It grew darker, and wider, the blood rolling down his sides to drip onto the floor. His gaze met yours, pleading, fading, then gone.
You let your right arm fall to your side, gun still clutched tightly in your hand as though it were a precious treasure.
she was waiting for everything to blossom.
FLOWERS ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Where did the time go? That doesn’t apply to the situation. I’m scared to fall in love. There. Does that makes sense? But I’m scared to be alone forever too.
I don’t know. I lovee you
The flower blossomed out from the ground. The sun shone upon it, yet no one noticed. Everyone walked past the garden as they normally did on their morning commute. One man grabbed a newspaper, a woman fixing her lipstick on the run. Even the children running to school didn’t notice this flower.
The red blossom is about to cry. I don`t want to be there, I rather go to church in order to find the meaning of life. You sucks, I suck, and everyone else does
blooming flowers in spring time, growing into your environment, self actualizing, completing a circle, finding a purpose
the blossom reminds me of spring. Spring here is Provo is so beautiful with many tulips: red, yellow, white, pink, purple, and blue.
In the field of Daisies there lay one single blossom and as the couple danced the relized that that blossom reprezentes global warming. This was the last straw.
The flowers all over the carpet meant that Mittens had come back, and maybe with Mittens my wife also. At which point, haruhi murikami smashed through the door with ten thousand lawyers armed to the teeth with knives and affadavit-loaded bazookas. “What appears to be the problem, miste-” but he was already inside my chest, carving a hole the very shape of his fists.
Blossoms out my window. Clarity. A speck of a planet in the blue sky sunset. Pastel colored insulators sitting on the once warlike gate posts. I can see now. The world is clear again.
The tree slowly swayed in the wind as she sat, perfectly still. Her hair blew gently around her in the wind. A small pink flower blew from the tree and landed in her hair, sticking there for a second until the breeze blew it out, into the open air, ready for a new adventure.
to spring out and up. Nature’s way of progressing, yet I am digressing with each snap. I need to bring out my pollen and offer it. Don’t close so quick open my pedal, and watch my pollen stick
Not just a happy, pretty flower.
The word blossom is also a verb.
“She’s blossoming into adulthood.” They say.
Well, when blossoming is a verb, it’s unrelated to that happy, pretty flower.
Us teenagers, we’re all blossoming.
Some into happy, pretty flowers,
some into lazy, hunched over flowers,
but the tallest, best-looking flowers are the special ones.
Those flowers are the tallest because they hogged all the soil, water, and sunlight to reach the top.
All the rest of the flowers can do is look up, and in winter, die out without a trace.
In spring, the new take over, and look up at the tall ones, leaves green with envy.
Everything that blossoms also dies.
flower blossoms down dark hallways
a young girl falls in love with the outside world
treading lightly for fear of slipping
on nature’s delicate feet
Blossoms. Natural fragrance seeping into the room, around the corner of the doorway from the dining room to the kitchen, heavy, and thick from the huge, pink peonies in the vase at the center of the antique dining room table.
Blossom Dearie.
Amber blossom
in full blossom
asrtjdtykt
flowers are beautiful creations. a collection of them is a symbol of infatuation, a symbol of beauty, a symbol of love.
I hated wait for this moment for so long. When it finally came, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never thought it’d develop this far, into something neither of us could have ever imagined. Life is full of experiences just waiting to appear in front of you. You don’t always have to know how to handle them or deal with them. They might come naturally to you.
the trees blossom, the flowers blossom, my smile blossoms, as the season changes. i dance through the falling leaves, freeing my mind of all of worries and pain. i cannot wait for the leaves to change again next year. i am a flower! i am a leaf! i am jumping! i am still!
a blossom is alive
Love. It blossoms over time. It grows as a flower does in spring. The colors of love grow in the shine of the light of the sun that is love. As love Blossoms you blossom as a person, as a couple, as one. Be love, be one, be a blossom.
A beautiful blossom dancing on the wind. As if it was saying, “Here, here, look over here so that you can smile and remember that there are blessings all around you.”
this is a really stupid word and I’m not inspired by it. All it makes me think about is the awful nineties tv show.
little flower
blooming
her basilica
here in Tres Leches
flowers on
Zarzamora
whispering through
the grill,
through
the retardant vigor
of her
dying darkness,
her wish to see
her husband
darkly
insinuant
in the water
that calls
her name.
sakura
cherry
love
amazing
beauty
april
japan
fall
imperminance
pink
to grow
child
birth
happyneas
sss
music
nihongo
beautiful flower that comes in the spring. it makes you feel new and excited and that you know that even if there is something terrible going on in your life there is hope and a new beginning starting somewhere, at some time. apple blossoms are the most beautiful and fragrant of them and i look forward to them every spring
It comes out in the middle of spring, at first it is so tiny, barely noticable really. But then it turns, slowly like at first, you barely notice it from one phase to the other. but then you start noticing it bloom and the colours you never thought possible are suddenly all there, you have finally blooomed, slowy, but the most beautiful flower of all.
It comes out in the middle of spring, at first it is so tiny, barely noticable really. But then it turns, slowly like at first, you barely notice it from one phase to the other. but then you start noticing it bloom and the colours you never thought possible are suddenly all there.
Now blossoming into a beautiful young woman, Elizabeth finally stepped out into the wide world, ready to grab every opportunity it threw at her with both hands, and loving every second she spent in the city.
The cherry blossom fell, spinning gracefully into the pond.A little girl plucked it from the pond and started to play with it. Eventually, it lay forgotten, waiting to continue it’s journey, eventually turning to the soil from which it came, starting the process over.
Blossom, well immediately a word like “blossom” will conjure images of spring, flowers and such. or, if you’re as conditioned by television adverts and corny euphemisms as i am puberty and feminine products.
a cherry blossom how beautiful. Blossom is a flower correct? well i don’t know much about flowers. I know girls like them. I don’t see the appeal. and they dont smell good either. i think people just say thats
blossoms are very beautiful they remind me of spring and the coming of beautiful smells that permeate the air, just like a big juicy penis.
magic magicalness. you dont control it. it just happens. why does a flower blossom? how? does it know it’s blossoming? it just does. we dont know. probably.
flowers are the key to happiness.
a flower