flowers tulip twolips shoes such amazinggg shoes they have THE sofest most comfy soles – note to self: need to buy shoe rack tomorrow!!!
i’ve been such a slacker – the new roommates must think i’m a complete spaz
girl
blooming of flowers
ashutosh saxena
what the fuck this word again.
Anonymous
blossom. like love on a pear tree. oh ap lit class i miss you. i want to fall in love so badly. mr. right where are you??? please come a knock knockin on my door today. i’ve missed you in my touch. i want our love to blossom like george washingtons cheerry cherry trees. that’s all.
ellette
The flower blossomed with quickness and fertility as the sun slowly crept up through the clouds. The feverish activity allowed for the leaves to slowly become alive, making love to the northern end of the stem.
ynatirbx
I want to blossom out of the person I am now. I am still stuck in the constant insecurities of being a teenage girl, and I would love to burst out of that. Unfortunately, I do not know if that will ever happen. My mom is in her late 50s and is just as self-conscious as me, if not more.
CC
Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup. THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! I remember this show. The villains too! Like Mojo Jojo and Him, I never got why they called him HIM him and he looked like a woman.
Forrest
omg omg omg
Anonymous
flowers are awesome i like them they are pretty how cool i dont know about blossoms but i LIEK THEM IT REMINDS ME OF CUCUMBER PLANTS WHEN THEY BLOSSOM MY TIME IS ALMOST UP what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuckkkkkkkk. I’m scared
I want my mommy
MOMMY
MOMMY
MOMMY
MOMMY
OMG
OMG
OMG
times up
Courtney
a blossom is a beautiful little flower. also it’s one of the powerpuff girls from when i was little. i loved that show when i was little, and it makes me happy to think about it because i was one hell of a happy little kid. fuck. (: i liked it when things were simple. it was really nice. oh well, i have my memories. and those old VHS tapes. my childhood memories make up some of the happiest, to be entirely honest with you. fuck i type fast. (:
Emily Anne
Blossom makes me think of my street where i grew up. Me and all the kids i gre up with used to play on it all day. i miss when life had no stress.
Emily
If there were a way to have known that our love would blossom, even after the relationship ended, i wouldn’t take anything back. I love you completely, and with every bit of my being. While we may not be together, just having you in my life is enough.
hoperemains
my grandma told me i’d blossom into something beautiful. i think she was wrong.
weird coincidence.
doesn't matter.
bloom
flower
i need to
Anonymous
the flower will blossom, its full bloom on show for all of the kingdom. people will come from far and wide to see the beauty, and no one will shutter, no one will cry, we’ll all be happy. we’ll all be so happy.
nina
the flowers bloom throughout the spring on the trees in front of our houses. we were six and we ran wild and free. her hair was a tangled mess but boy, did she love the flowers that grew on those trees. they blossomed in hues of pink, pure and soft, like her cheeks in the sun.
Christel
she blossomed into a lovely young woman. everything turned out better than she could have ever hoped for. yes, she had teeth that pointed out a little too much, and maybe her left eye was slightly larger than her right. it didn’t matter. because she was finally okay with it all. finally sure of herself and of her own beauty.
nora Phillips
cherry, it’s beautiful and japanese and it represents blooming and growth and strength like in mulan she was beautiful like ahcery blossom but a storng girl. cherry blossoms are strong too not just fragile and gentle. blossoms are beautiful and wonderful.
Jasvinder
flowers are so beautiful. too bad they dont last. just like love, its a blossom that doesnt always bloom when expected to and when it does bloom it will die soon. but its beautiful while it lasts. and it often helps create other “flowers”, or loves. and no two blossoms are the same. its amazing. only fake flowers last. how sad
kristi
I wonder if the bulbs who survive the ugliest of times bloom into the most beautiful and rare flowers…if that were so, this week would ensure my life to blossom in the loveliest of ways.
whit
i love when flowers blossom in the spring, its like the earth has woken up and is smiling at us and telling us that everything will be okay and happy.
evan bender
i hate blossoms, theyre always compared to beautiful girls. A pretty girl is a pretty flower. If she’s not pretty she will “blossom” eventually. Well maybe she shouldn’t have to. Fuck that, i’ll “cactus”. Bitter as that may seem, I just refuse to be a pretty little thing everyone plucks and shows.
Marina
Blossoms fall like fresh snow
Pink like frosting
Delicious to the writer’s mind
Soft, like a new born baby’s skin
Sweetened by a mother’s milk
Lizzie
trees blossom in the summer.sop do flowers.but ladies do too.i guess men do but it’s more of a feminine thing
caitlin
this word again. things are beginning to flow more slowly when it comes to writing. i feel like a piece of seaweed struggling to unstick myself from a rock, urging to be free but not knowing how to acheive my goal. not knowing what i want. i feel lost, but happy.
tlur
i need to blossom, into a beautful lady. I wish people would see me as something else, the person who i truly am, not a selfish bitch. I am blossoming, i am me.
see me.
be with me.
-Mr. Miyagi
My best friend did something crazy, and she thinks I’m going to be pissed. and i won’t be. because i love her to death, no matter the problem.
Phil
i am a flower. i will blossom. i’ve been here long enough and i’m ready for new york. yes i am still a fucking bud but you know what? i will be a rose. and they have thorns. yeah so do i. stop saying i can’t. i want this more than anything!
tommy pickles
the blossoms as they grow many self esteam too, mind begins to increase, a child is born, an old man has given a flower to its daughter’s birth date, life cant stop, and it only begins with the nature, and just an inch of grown of a blossom
frank alvz
it an olfactory to your senses, represent rebirth, beautiful but attracts horrors like bees and wasps
poops
blossoming at the roots of the earth. there go the leaves and the pedals and the shrubs. the ground shakes. the earth crumbles. the day comes to an end. each blossom buds and grows. sings for joy and laughs a tune.
Anonymous
blossom is like a possum that has opened its tender florets in an attempt to eat the raspberry lurking in the school cafeteria said the third pretty woman to the two ugly ducklings
Teddy
it blossomed slowly, surely, breaking out of the cocoon of darkness and into the light.
love did not come easily at the best of times, yet somehow, under the oppression of war, it grew and grew and grew.
la
I remember the tv show Blossom. It reminds me of my alcoholic father falling asleep on the sofa with the remote in his hand, Star Trek on, saying, “I’m not sleeping! I’m watching this!” when we’d try to take the remote from him. Blossom was a crappy show.
Natasha
“you’re like this flower that’s about to blossom” Michael Cera. Says that in Arrested Development. And my ex-boyfriend has that listed as one of his favorite quotes. LEGITIMATELY. HE THINKS IT’S ROMANTIC
Anonymous
If she could only just do karate, drive a 100 ton truck, slam her beer on the table in a bar, and get her hair cut randomly. But she can’t. Her name is blossom. She feels like a f*-ing fairy.
Janet
the powerpuff girl with all the brains and the large barette. also some kind of cartoon or something that everyone remembers but me. i guess it sort of makes me think of loose women, but at the same time of flowers blooming in the name of pure love and such. It’s often used to described the growing breasts of a young woman and for that my sister greatly disliked the word itself.
Daniel Barton
She blossomed. Like the dogwood, like the cherry trees, like the weeds on the ground in yellow and green. She blossomed full and bright and no one would pluck her from the earth because she was there for good.
selene
The blossom of the flowers were so beautiful. Her eyes glistened with their reflection in them. Love at last.. I couldn’t find anything that has ever felt so good. This girl, this moment, this is as close to perfection as I have ever felt. Her heart combined with mine.
WordByVoice
that fucking ninties television show. sweaters and nirvana and plaid shirts worn around the waists. i’m nostalgic for an era of my youth that i wasn’t really invested in. i mean i wasn’t all that immersed in the pop culture of the era. i didn’t care that much. outside of A few simple childhood delights. saturday morning cartoons are what i remember. the barrage of absolutely absurd advertisements. that was the golden age of advertising. god, what were some of those? gak! easybake ovens! alien autopsy! um.. i dunno, i’m rambling and doon’t really care too much about what is being written. i’m going out for some fresh air.
flowers tulip twolips shoes such amazinggg shoes they have THE sofest most comfy soles – note to self: need to buy shoe rack tomorrow!!!
i’ve been such a slacker – the new roommates must think i’m a complete spaz
blooming of flowers
what the fuck this word again.
blossom. like love on a pear tree. oh ap lit class i miss you. i want to fall in love so badly. mr. right where are you??? please come a knock knockin on my door today. i’ve missed you in my touch. i want our love to blossom like george washingtons cheerry cherry trees. that’s all.
The flower blossomed with quickness and fertility as the sun slowly crept up through the clouds. The feverish activity allowed for the leaves to slowly become alive, making love to the northern end of the stem.
I want to blossom out of the person I am now. I am still stuck in the constant insecurities of being a teenage girl, and I would love to burst out of that. Unfortunately, I do not know if that will ever happen. My mom is in her late 50s and is just as self-conscious as me, if not more.
Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup. THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! I remember this show. The villains too! Like Mojo Jojo and Him, I never got why they called him HIM him and he looked like a woman.
omg omg omg
flowers are awesome i like them they are pretty how cool i dont know about blossoms but i LIEK THEM IT REMINDS ME OF CUCUMBER PLANTS WHEN THEY BLOSSOM MY TIME IS ALMOST UP what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuckkkkkkkk. I’m scared
I want my mommy
MOMMY
MOMMY
MOMMY
MOMMY
OMG
OMG
OMG
times up
a blossom is a beautiful little flower. also it’s one of the powerpuff girls from when i was little. i loved that show when i was little, and it makes me happy to think about it because i was one hell of a happy little kid. fuck. (: i liked it when things were simple. it was really nice. oh well, i have my memories. and those old VHS tapes. my childhood memories make up some of the happiest, to be entirely honest with you. fuck i type fast. (:
Blossom makes me think of my street where i grew up. Me and all the kids i gre up with used to play on it all day. i miss when life had no stress.
If there were a way to have known that our love would blossom, even after the relationship ended, i wouldn’t take anything back. I love you completely, and with every bit of my being. While we may not be together, just having you in my life is enough.
my grandma told me i’d blossom into something beautiful. i think she was wrong.
weird coincidence.
bloom
flower
i need to
the flower will blossom, its full bloom on show for all of the kingdom. people will come from far and wide to see the beauty, and no one will shutter, no one will cry, we’ll all be happy. we’ll all be so happy.
the flowers bloom throughout the spring on the trees in front of our houses. we were six and we ran wild and free. her hair was a tangled mess but boy, did she love the flowers that grew on those trees. they blossomed in hues of pink, pure and soft, like her cheeks in the sun.
she blossomed into a lovely young woman. everything turned out better than she could have ever hoped for. yes, she had teeth that pointed out a little too much, and maybe her left eye was slightly larger than her right. it didn’t matter. because she was finally okay with it all. finally sure of herself and of her own beauty.
cherry, it’s beautiful and japanese and it represents blooming and growth and strength like in mulan she was beautiful like ahcery blossom but a storng girl. cherry blossoms are strong too not just fragile and gentle. blossoms are beautiful and wonderful.
flowers are so beautiful. too bad they dont last. just like love, its a blossom that doesnt always bloom when expected to and when it does bloom it will die soon. but its beautiful while it lasts. and it often helps create other “flowers”, or loves. and no two blossoms are the same. its amazing. only fake flowers last. how sad
I wonder if the bulbs who survive the ugliest of times bloom into the most beautiful and rare flowers…if that were so, this week would ensure my life to blossom in the loveliest of ways.
i love when flowers blossom in the spring, its like the earth has woken up and is smiling at us and telling us that everything will be okay and happy.
i hate blossoms, theyre always compared to beautiful girls. A pretty girl is a pretty flower. If she’s not pretty she will “blossom” eventually. Well maybe she shouldn’t have to. Fuck that, i’ll “cactus”. Bitter as that may seem, I just refuse to be a pretty little thing everyone plucks and shows.
Blossoms fall like fresh snow
Pink like frosting
Delicious to the writer’s mind
Soft, like a new born baby’s skin
Sweetened by a mother’s milk
trees blossom in the summer.sop do flowers.but ladies do too.i guess men do but it’s more of a feminine thing
this word again. things are beginning to flow more slowly when it comes to writing. i feel like a piece of seaweed struggling to unstick myself from a rock, urging to be free but not knowing how to acheive my goal. not knowing what i want. i feel lost, but happy.
i need to blossom, into a beautful lady. I wish people would see me as something else, the person who i truly am, not a selfish bitch. I am blossoming, i am me.
see me.
be with me.
My best friend did something crazy, and she thinks I’m going to be pissed. and i won’t be. because i love her to death, no matter the problem.
i am a flower. i will blossom. i’ve been here long enough and i’m ready for new york. yes i am still a fucking bud but you know what? i will be a rose. and they have thorns. yeah so do i. stop saying i can’t. i want this more than anything!
the blossoms as they grow many self esteam too, mind begins to increase, a child is born, an old man has given a flower to its daughter’s birth date, life cant stop, and it only begins with the nature, and just an inch of grown of a blossom
it an olfactory to your senses, represent rebirth, beautiful but attracts horrors like bees and wasps
blossoming at the roots of the earth. there go the leaves and the pedals and the shrubs. the ground shakes. the earth crumbles. the day comes to an end. each blossom buds and grows. sings for joy and laughs a tune.
blossom is like a possum that has opened its tender florets in an attempt to eat the raspberry lurking in the school cafeteria said the third pretty woman to the two ugly ducklings
it blossomed slowly, surely, breaking out of the cocoon of darkness and into the light.
love did not come easily at the best of times, yet somehow, under the oppression of war, it grew and grew and grew.
I remember the tv show Blossom. It reminds me of my alcoholic father falling asleep on the sofa with the remote in his hand, Star Trek on, saying, “I’m not sleeping! I’m watching this!” when we’d try to take the remote from him. Blossom was a crappy show.
“you’re like this flower that’s about to blossom” Michael Cera. Says that in Arrested Development. And my ex-boyfriend has that listed as one of his favorite quotes. LEGITIMATELY. HE THINKS IT’S ROMANTIC
If she could only just do karate, drive a 100 ton truck, slam her beer on the table in a bar, and get her hair cut randomly. But she can’t. Her name is blossom. She feels like a f*-ing fairy.
the powerpuff girl with all the brains and the large barette. also some kind of cartoon or something that everyone remembers but me. i guess it sort of makes me think of loose women, but at the same time of flowers blooming in the name of pure love and such. It’s often used to described the growing breasts of a young woman and for that my sister greatly disliked the word itself.
She blossomed. Like the dogwood, like the cherry trees, like the weeds on the ground in yellow and green. She blossomed full and bright and no one would pluck her from the earth because she was there for good.
The blossom of the flowers were so beautiful. Her eyes glistened with their reflection in them. Love at last.. I couldn’t find anything that has ever felt so good. This girl, this moment, this is as close to perfection as I have ever felt. Her heart combined with mine.
that fucking ninties television show. sweaters and nirvana and plaid shirts worn around the waists. i’m nostalgic for an era of my youth that i wasn’t really invested in. i mean i wasn’t all that immersed in the pop culture of the era. i didn’t care that much. outside of A few simple childhood delights. saturday morning cartoons are what i remember. the barrage of absolutely absurd advertisements. that was the golden age of advertising. god, what were some of those? gak! easybake ovens! alien autopsy! um.. i dunno, i’m rambling and doon’t really care too much about what is being written. i’m going out for some fresh air.