Bubbles. They float, the soar, they fill the air. And then they pop. What a life they have. The colors swirl within itself, until something stumbles across its path and puts an end to its innocence.
Kelly
“Oh my gosh! Look it them! All them bubbles!”
My mother smiled happily, almost giddily at the sight of the acrylic look alikes floating gleefully. And I was ever so happy to see her smile like that.
I swear I was.
poirelafrance
bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles like the powerpuff girl, bubbles, you can stick a knife through them and they won’t pop, bubbles, my face reflected in the soap, bubbles, crawling along my hands like, shit, i don’t know i don’t know, bubbles, bubbles, finance bubbles, soap bubbles, children blowing bubbles and dancing on the sidewalks like they don’t know anything else.
catherine
freedom
sea
hapyness
pretty
good
sky
ma
The bubbles floated lightly into the air, and we giggled rather childishly at them when they popped. Then Sabina’s face grew serious again. I looked sideways at her.
“He was a great dog, Sabina.” I said. “No dog had a better life than him. He had you.”
Grace
Bubbles are interesting. A children can blow bubbles. Bubbles are made out of soap and the colour spectrem gives the different colors.
E
bubbles rise in my heart everytime I think about you I wish they would when you think of me
Fred
blossom, BUBBLES, and buttercup! “..and then i fill the sink to the top with BUBBLES of soap” i like to blow and pop bubbles.. yay bubbles! bubbly bubbly
veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
they make me smile as i watch them float into the sky. a little spark of life, making it’s journey until it gets too tired. a good parallel. i just hope not all humans go out the way they do…
Rhianna
Bubbles are fantastic little things full of air. I have no idea how they work. But who cares. Fluorescent floating things that inspire us to let go of our worries, and float away.
Lilia
Bubbles, soap…babies. We like bubbles because we blow them at family picnics. I like that a lot. Mostly because they get in my eyes and hurt a whole friggin lot. I think it’s kind of ridiculous, actually. I actually don’t like bubbles. Sometimes I accidentally eat them, and that frustrates me. Probably because they taste like soap. I don’t like how soap tastes at all. I am just not a fan of that. Not even a litle bit. I don’t like bubbles.
Devv
Bubbles. filled with smoke as they rise to the top of the water. purifying the chemical this world loves so much. a chemical god gave us to heal and to bring together in peace. we love this chemical, thc.
Jeramie
Bubbles. Bubbles reminds me of the first time I kissed my boyfriend. No, it wasn’t the same day I bought bubbles, but the day I did buy bubbles we kissed each other goodbye, like we were together. I remember it like it was yesterday. I sound like an old lady saying that. But he went into the store next door, and I kissed him. The first time I kissed him, it was quick and sweet. My best friend knew, because my face was hot and red.
Rex!
blub ub lubbles nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen, the bubbles I’ve been, the blub blub blubbering fool, and you, youble, meble, we all bull and now the shift, the shift, aye, there’s the shift to…
John
Bubbles
The joy of youth
the frivolity of childishness regardless of age
the fleeting joy and substance
floating, suspended, gone.
oh_noetry
The bubbles arose all around her. A shrill scream escaped from her mouth. She believed she could breath fire onto the ‘people’ of the bathtub. The bath toys floated around her. As she believed, in terrible dismay. It was here that she had the all the power to tell everyone what to do, even if that required shrieking like a dragon.
Bailey
Silent transparency ascending whimsically.
Reflecting context in oily transcendence.
Colors.
Cory
Bubbles are a lot like dreams. They come and go, sway around. Sometimes they are ugly, smaller bubble bits comeing off. But then sometimes they are just perfect. then they leave.
Irene
Floating, soaring, translucent pieces of air confined in a shining, glimmering space. Sound bounces around in a chaotic mess of beautiful sweet sorrow.
Lisa
Bubbles, bubbles, everywhere, here and there and in the air; daughter loves bubbles and so amazed at the big ones, the small ones, the double ones, and the popped ones, like a little kid again when I play with her and bubbles, bubbles everywhere.
Amy Bostelman
bubbles is the best word ever in the world, except maybe the word “uncle”. My sister really loves the foamy bubbly soap that they have in the bathrooms at restaurants.
Allison
bubbles bubbles oh bubbles. pop popping in sauce of comforting scent. soapy bubbles but once they are gone it’s not for long takes just a breath to bring them back to life but too much! not too much for that will bring a pop popping of the sauce of comforting scent.
Patrick
Again? I heard you the first time. There are bubbles, OK, I understand that. Please, beauty is all well and good, but I already used up my slightly profound for the day. Next!
January
intensely i look at it the reflections since to be getting brighter every second in slow motion i see it fly away and i wonder what if it never Dies .
Fernando
they surrounded the night and I screamed with joy. My brother popped them. I loved it. How can you love a thing, and laugh to see it destroyed? And how can you love the destroy even more then beauty? Don’t know.
January
The candles were placed systematically to provide the most light for the photographer. An unabashedly bold blonde set herself down into the bubbles, pushing some out of the way of her ample busom, allowing her nipples to peek from around the suds.
Mere
i love bubbles so playful and fun
Fernando
the bubbles were staring at me, and i stared back. we had nothing in common but i felt like there was something more to these bubbles. it felt like my life depended on it. i sought out how to free them, and i put them out of their misery.
Steven Lane
the bright iridescent spheres loomed above the defenseless starfish. This would be her last image of this world, one of peace and innocence, fitting isn’t it?
Susan
She pushed open the screen door that led to the backyard. Her niece was blowing bubbles. She looked at the little girl and smiled, transported back to her own childhood. To a time when life was carefree, and her biggest worry was blowing bubbles.
Bubbles McGee
She watched the bubbles float above her head, bringing her back to the day when he first touched her hand, kissed her lips. Bubbles, she thought, how beautiful.
alexandria
a nearly spherical body of gas contained in a liquid.
2.
a small globule of gas in a thin liquid envelope.
3.
a globule of air or gas, or a globular vacuum, contained in a solid.
4.
anything that lacks firmness, substance, or permanence; an illusion or delusion.
5.
an inflated speculation, esp. if fraudulent: The real-estate bubble ruined many investors.
6.
the act or sound of bubbling.
7.
a spherical or nearly spherical canopy or shelter; dome: The bombing plane bristled with machine-gun bubbles. A network of radar bubbles stretches across northern Canada.
8.
a domelike structure, usually of inflated plastic, used to enclose a swimming pool, tennis court, etc.
9.
Informal. a protected, exempt, or unique area, industry, etc.: The oasis is a bubble of green in the middle of the desert.
10.
an area that can be defended, protected, patrolled, etc., or that comes under one’s jurisdiction: The carrier fleet’s bubble includes the Hawaiian Islands.
11.
a sudden, small, temporary change or divergence from a trend: In May there was a bubble in car sales, with three percent more being sold than last year.
kirat
Round, shiny, delicate, fun. These simple little floating items can keep a child in amazement for hours on end.
jaime
i love bubbles..
bubbles bubbly…
bubbles has blue..
it also has bus
it also has bubs….
holod
bubbles are like cocaine, everyone loves bubbles. Everyone except cops and adults, cuz coca-bubbles are immature and for children, which is funny because at weddings and other important events, sometimes people hand out bubbles.
Cole Androlick
i like it when girls blow bubbles out of those little bottles and watch them rise through the air and then head on their little paths and pop way up there and i like to run up to them and poke my little finger out there and make them pop. Then you feel a little tingle when all that soap combusts and just sprays out onto your arm and you get that little tingle that exits nowhere else
Adrian
Bubbles, bubbles… Mr. Bubbles? I hear the angels calling. You’ll protect me, won’t you Mr. Bubbles? The others will hurt me if you don’t, but don’t worry… they’ll be angels soon and then I can get their Adam.
I love you Mr. Bubbles, don’t ever leave me.
Barloq
Something I used to appreciate. But now they kind of suck. Can’t get into them, they pop too fast now. Used to be able to handle them better — maybe I’ve become clumsier since I was a kid. Anyways, point is, they are good things, also sometimes in baths.
pat
bubble
floating through time
it rides. *POP*
gone
where did it go?
I lost my bubbles today
they ran their course
my dog chased them
it was joy
Bubbles
Josh
floating, loving. the children play in the streets poping them, just as they will alter pop into adulthood. before they kow it the playgrounds of their childhood will be gone. bubbles represent love there one second, gone the next.
Bubbles. They float, the soar, they fill the air. And then they pop. What a life they have. The colors swirl within itself, until something stumbles across its path and puts an end to its innocence.
“Oh my gosh! Look it them! All them bubbles!”
My mother smiled happily, almost giddily at the sight of the acrylic look alikes floating gleefully. And I was ever so happy to see her smile like that.
I swear I was.
bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, bubbles like the powerpuff girl, bubbles, you can stick a knife through them and they won’t pop, bubbles, my face reflected in the soap, bubbles, crawling along my hands like, shit, i don’t know i don’t know, bubbles, bubbles, finance bubbles, soap bubbles, children blowing bubbles and dancing on the sidewalks like they don’t know anything else.
freedom
sea
hapyness
pretty
good
sky
The bubbles floated lightly into the air, and we giggled rather childishly at them when they popped. Then Sabina’s face grew serious again. I looked sideways at her.
“He was a great dog, Sabina.” I said. “No dog had a better life than him. He had you.”
Bubbles are interesting. A children can blow bubbles. Bubbles are made out of soap and the colour spectrem gives the different colors.
bubbles rise in my heart everytime I think about you I wish they would when you think of me
blossom, BUBBLES, and buttercup! “..and then i fill the sink to the top with BUBBLES of soap” i like to blow and pop bubbles.. yay bubbles! bubbly bubbly
they make me smile as i watch them float into the sky. a little spark of life, making it’s journey until it gets too tired. a good parallel. i just hope not all humans go out the way they do…
Bubbles are fantastic little things full of air. I have no idea how they work. But who cares. Fluorescent floating things that inspire us to let go of our worries, and float away.
Bubbles, soap…babies. We like bubbles because we blow them at family picnics. I like that a lot. Mostly because they get in my eyes and hurt a whole friggin lot. I think it’s kind of ridiculous, actually. I actually don’t like bubbles. Sometimes I accidentally eat them, and that frustrates me. Probably because they taste like soap. I don’t like how soap tastes at all. I am just not a fan of that. Not even a litle bit. I don’t like bubbles.
Bubbles. filled with smoke as they rise to the top of the water. purifying the chemical this world loves so much. a chemical god gave us to heal and to bring together in peace. we love this chemical, thc.
Bubbles. Bubbles reminds me of the first time I kissed my boyfriend. No, it wasn’t the same day I bought bubbles, but the day I did buy bubbles we kissed each other goodbye, like we were together. I remember it like it was yesterday. I sound like an old lady saying that. But he went into the store next door, and I kissed him. The first time I kissed him, it was quick and sweet. My best friend knew, because my face was hot and red.
blub ub lubbles nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen, the bubbles I’ve been, the blub blub blubbering fool, and you, youble, meble, we all bull and now the shift, the shift, aye, there’s the shift to…
Bubbles
The joy of youth
the frivolity of childishness regardless of age
the fleeting joy and substance
floating, suspended, gone.
The bubbles arose all around her. A shrill scream escaped from her mouth. She believed she could breath fire onto the ‘people’ of the bathtub. The bath toys floated around her. As she believed, in terrible dismay. It was here that she had the all the power to tell everyone what to do, even if that required shrieking like a dragon.
Silent transparency ascending whimsically.
Reflecting context in oily transcendence.
Colors.
Bubbles are a lot like dreams. They come and go, sway around. Sometimes they are ugly, smaller bubble bits comeing off. But then sometimes they are just perfect. then they leave.
Floating, soaring, translucent pieces of air confined in a shining, glimmering space. Sound bounces around in a chaotic mess of beautiful sweet sorrow.
Bubbles, bubbles, everywhere, here and there and in the air; daughter loves bubbles and so amazed at the big ones, the small ones, the double ones, and the popped ones, like a little kid again when I play with her and bubbles, bubbles everywhere.
bubbles is the best word ever in the world, except maybe the word “uncle”. My sister really loves the foamy bubbly soap that they have in the bathrooms at restaurants.
bubbles bubbles oh bubbles. pop popping in sauce of comforting scent. soapy bubbles but once they are gone it’s not for long takes just a breath to bring them back to life but too much! not too much for that will bring a pop popping of the sauce of comforting scent.
Again? I heard you the first time. There are bubbles, OK, I understand that. Please, beauty is all well and good, but I already used up my slightly profound for the day. Next!
intensely i look at it the reflections since to be getting brighter every second in slow motion i see it fly away and i wonder what if it never Dies .
they surrounded the night and I screamed with joy. My brother popped them. I loved it. How can you love a thing, and laugh to see it destroyed? And how can you love the destroy even more then beauty? Don’t know.
The candles were placed systematically to provide the most light for the photographer. An unabashedly bold blonde set herself down into the bubbles, pushing some out of the way of her ample busom, allowing her nipples to peek from around the suds.
i love bubbles so playful and fun
the bubbles were staring at me, and i stared back. we had nothing in common but i felt like there was something more to these bubbles. it felt like my life depended on it. i sought out how to free them, and i put them out of their misery.
the bright iridescent spheres loomed above the defenseless starfish. This would be her last image of this world, one of peace and innocence, fitting isn’t it?
She pushed open the screen door that led to the backyard. Her niece was blowing bubbles. She looked at the little girl and smiled, transported back to her own childhood. To a time when life was carefree, and her biggest worry was blowing bubbles.
She watched the bubbles float above her head, bringing her back to the day when he first touched her hand, kissed her lips. Bubbles, she thought, how beautiful.
a nearly spherical body of gas contained in a liquid.
2.
a small globule of gas in a thin liquid envelope.
3.
a globule of air or gas, or a globular vacuum, contained in a solid.
4.
anything that lacks firmness, substance, or permanence; an illusion or delusion.
5.
an inflated speculation, esp. if fraudulent: The real-estate bubble ruined many investors.
6.
the act or sound of bubbling.
7.
a spherical or nearly spherical canopy or shelter; dome: The bombing plane bristled with machine-gun bubbles. A network of radar bubbles stretches across northern Canada.
8.
a domelike structure, usually of inflated plastic, used to enclose a swimming pool, tennis court, etc.
9.
Informal. a protected, exempt, or unique area, industry, etc.: The oasis is a bubble of green in the middle of the desert.
10.
an area that can be defended, protected, patrolled, etc., or that comes under one’s jurisdiction: The carrier fleet’s bubble includes the Hawaiian Islands.
11.
a sudden, small, temporary change or divergence from a trend: In May there was a bubble in car sales, with three percent more being sold than last year.
Round, shiny, delicate, fun. These simple little floating items can keep a child in amazement for hours on end.
i love bubbles..
bubbles bubbly…
bubbles has blue..
it also has bus
it also has bubs….
bubbles are like cocaine, everyone loves bubbles. Everyone except cops and adults, cuz coca-bubbles are immature and for children, which is funny because at weddings and other important events, sometimes people hand out bubbles.
i like it when girls blow bubbles out of those little bottles and watch them rise through the air and then head on their little paths and pop way up there and i like to run up to them and poke my little finger out there and make them pop. Then you feel a little tingle when all that soap combusts and just sprays out onto your arm and you get that little tingle that exits nowhere else
Bubbles, bubbles… Mr. Bubbles? I hear the angels calling. You’ll protect me, won’t you Mr. Bubbles? The others will hurt me if you don’t, but don’t worry… they’ll be angels soon and then I can get their Adam.
I love you Mr. Bubbles, don’t ever leave me.
Something I used to appreciate. But now they kind of suck. Can’t get into them, they pop too fast now. Used to be able to handle them better — maybe I’ve become clumsier since I was a kid. Anyways, point is, they are good things, also sometimes in baths.
bubble
floating through time
it rides. *POP*
gone
where did it go?
I lost my bubbles today
they ran their course
my dog chased them
it was joy
Bubbles
floating, loving. the children play in the streets poping them, just as they will alter pop into adulthood. before they kow it the playgrounds of their childhood will be gone. bubbles represent love there one second, gone the next.