SOFT LACY INTIMATELY HOLDING THE OTHERS FACE IN YOU HANDS CARESSING THE HAIR WITH FLOATY SOPA BUBBLES AND FEATHERS FLITTING ABOUT GENTLY LANDING ON PILLOW TOP MATRESSES
sCOOBA
fragile, sugar cane, sweet, innocent
Tegan
delicate, i am now thinking more about the kind of guy who would cry everytime instead of something that brings a strong feeling to touch and other senses… damn society
Ayr
delicate like lace. or the bones you find in your chicken. don’t eat it. maybe sometimes pink and floaty, but brutality can be handled with a striking delicacy as well.
madeleine
the delicate lace laying over my mothers antique table made me sad. its gentleness reminded me of the fragility of life.
ruby
the vase is delicate. as a child you are always taught never to break the vase. it is as delicate as the soul. one word can break someones delicate soul. There are others out there whose delicate souls have been broken many times and that is what makes them so rough around the edges, But you really must learn to love them anyway. We are all delicate in our own way.
niki
brootal big naked nurses boss room shemale porn
brootalbig
roses are delicate and their petals too, they are soft, a baby’s skin is delicate and porcelain too, feelings and ladys
Foxy
it’s not that we’re scared, it’s just that it’s delicate
eliza
gentle, don’t like delicate people, they are too high maintenance. But delicate in pottery and lace are a thing of beauty. Other delicate things are babies – perfection.
Bernice Voordouw
I examined the child and let him play with the bubbles. After a few attempts he managed to release a spray of them into the air. The reflection of the bubbles floating to the ground could be seen in his bright, beautiful eyes and he clasped his hands and shrieked a laugh when I popped those delicate little spheres with my finger. I laughed too. Im going to love being a Doctor.
Robert Lake
And though the water flowed, it was quiet. Almost like glass. The trees watched it, encouraged it. They sat, silently cheering it on and it moved forward.
There is no such thing as a lost friend when you carry them in your heart.
Chanelle
it how i feel right now alone on valentines day. i thought my heart was stronger but today it feels very delicate and sore at the thought of the man i love with someone else. alas i know it is for the better.
anne Hainsworth
Delicate, fragile like a flower, a dainty little spider’s web. She was beautiful, but so fragile, a little porcelain doll.
She sat upon the shelf, hours after hours, wanting to be free. She wondered, then, if someday, she’d escape her own little prison.
Someday…
Ocean
little. Like a vase, or a person to skinny to correctly hug. Easily hurt feelings, maybe? Things like that.
Aurora
Delicate, like a dainty little flower. You thought I was weak, like the petals of a dandelion, blown away by the even slightest wind. I’m stronger than that, I am a rock, I am steel, I am as hard as diamond. But I don’t have to be this statue, with a cold unfeeling ice heart. None of that even matters. It all comes down to action. To now. To knowing who I AM and being comfortable with Me. Being Delicate, allowing myself to feel, to react, if that’s who I am then that’s cool too. I am. I am alive. and that’s all that matters.
Tamika Gonzalez
Life, it’s not only delicate but also very outrageous. We can only expect the expected, there is nothing we can think that wasn’t thought
C-Bo
light fluffly dainty flowers. lying next to a beautiful child, wrapped in lace. tea cups sit on the antique side table. it’s love, it’s innocent. keep it clean, keep it still. don’t break. love it. don’t be rough, be gentle.
Chelsea Emond
this flower is delicate she said. Brimming like a rose. It eventually meets its maker in a flurry of snow.
You’re simply eulogizing on things passed. The lover replied, holding her tender hand as she gripped his softly.
I feel no remorse for what has been. Ceertainly I don not begrudge the man who took it all away from me.
You must let go and it is iindeed a fine thing that you can.
alfonso
delicate is breakable. things always break, why is that> if shit wasnt delicate people wouldnt have to worry about being “light”, or easy. fucking delicat… what a load of shit
justin gould
sweet, delicate. broken. fallible. feathers sitting in a desk drawer. flower petals wilting. my grandmothers old frail hands. the loose skin, once taught. it smells like hydrangia
maurine
delicate- reminds me of a baby, or a flower or something old…
eizel
i was once delicate. like a flower. but then it happened.
he happened.
he raped me.
took my life away. took my virginity away. took my youth away.
i am no longer beautiful.
i am no longer delicate.
i am no longer human.
i am just here.
Julia Hussey
delicate pieces of bananas mixed with orange juice against memories. a new recipe and something beautiful from the past, like theater and acting and one-acts that are soon to come. oh! loathe and behold my lack of confidence may get the better of me but i swear on someone’s grave that i won’t give up simply for something small and delicate as insecurity!
the founder
I am are you, delicate? The world is so lets make things the way they should be
Ann
This life we live is a delicate piece of art. Most of the time I feel that no one respects their lives. You have to embrace everything, down to the tiniest piece, even the sun shininig in your face to wake you up. If you can wake up, then you should, because one day you won’t be able to.
Anakaren
while she looked like a delicate flower, he knew there had to be something more to her. while her features were striking, but calmed by the small bit of extra flesh on her bones, this indicated that there definitely was something more underneath.
ainsley
delicate. a word that so effortlessly moves over the our lives. our hearts and souls. they are easily broken, they are delicate. to be handled with care.
christine joy
me and my lover
isa
one day a poor widow ran into a handsome knight. the knight asked for directions. she carefully pulled out a glass flower and told the knight to follow the flower, as it would take him where he desired to travel. the young knight took the flower from the widow and left her, hoping he would come upon someone more useful.
Brandi H
fragile. vases. flowers. little white daisies. girlie. careful. prescious. i spelled that wrong. i’m running out of time. i don’t know what else to write, sorry. falling over things.
elyse
I felt delicate last night. For the first time in my life, I realized that I was far more bashful than I thought. He kept telling me it was like riding a bicycle–it kinda was–except I climaxed. That usually doesn’t happen on a bike, no matter how many bumps are on the road ;)
cos
The flowers in the field as they float in the air and fall delicately into the stream. They make their way through its meandering bends and winding paths to appear under the window of an artist, who delicately embroiders them into the tablecloth for her mother.
Melliflua
one world for me is man comming together, and not accepting each other despite our differences but for them. working together towards globalisation is the key for the world to be a better place.
phil
There are many things that are delicate. Clothes, babies, puppies, glasses and dolls.
Susan Coffield
I feel delicate when I wear tutus and crowns, but even more so when I’m holding my magic wand.
Thomas Boyd
The delicate rose was in a vase on her dresser. She was a delicate person, with delicate taste, but lived in a world that was the complete opposite. This delicate rose was dried from her childhood; it wasa gift her father gave her.
Gigi
Delicate.
As a flower.
Except when it pushes through the snow.
Delicate.
Like lace.
Except as a punk fashion statement.
Delicate.
Dainty.
Fragile.
Hope
The girl in the window was holding a flower in the most delicate way that i have ever seen.
Dreams of being oh so delicate.
I wish that every day was as delicate as her.
Tea
“When nobody’s watching, I might take you home” – wrong song at just the wrong moment. I bite my lip and try not to make a too-obvious dash to correct my shuffle playlist.
SOFT LACY INTIMATELY HOLDING THE OTHERS FACE IN YOU HANDS CARESSING THE HAIR WITH FLOATY SOPA BUBBLES AND FEATHERS FLITTING ABOUT GENTLY LANDING ON PILLOW TOP MATRESSES
fragile, sugar cane, sweet, innocent
delicate, i am now thinking more about the kind of guy who would cry everytime instead of something that brings a strong feeling to touch and other senses… damn society
delicate like lace. or the bones you find in your chicken. don’t eat it. maybe sometimes pink and floaty, but brutality can be handled with a striking delicacy as well.
the delicate lace laying over my mothers antique table made me sad. its gentleness reminded me of the fragility of life.
the vase is delicate. as a child you are always taught never to break the vase. it is as delicate as the soul. one word can break someones delicate soul. There are others out there whose delicate souls have been broken many times and that is what makes them so rough around the edges, But you really must learn to love them anyway. We are all delicate in our own way.
brootal big naked nurses boss room shemale porn
roses are delicate and their petals too, they are soft, a baby’s skin is delicate and porcelain too, feelings and ladys
it’s not that we’re scared, it’s just that it’s delicate
gentle, don’t like delicate people, they are too high maintenance. But delicate in pottery and lace are a thing of beauty. Other delicate things are babies – perfection.
I examined the child and let him play with the bubbles. After a few attempts he managed to release a spray of them into the air. The reflection of the bubbles floating to the ground could be seen in his bright, beautiful eyes and he clasped his hands and shrieked a laugh when I popped those delicate little spheres with my finger. I laughed too. Im going to love being a Doctor.
And though the water flowed, it was quiet. Almost like glass. The trees watched it, encouraged it. They sat, silently cheering it on and it moved forward.
There is no such thing as a lost friend when you carry them in your heart.
it how i feel right now alone on valentines day. i thought my heart was stronger but today it feels very delicate and sore at the thought of the man i love with someone else. alas i know it is for the better.
Delicate, fragile like a flower, a dainty little spider’s web. She was beautiful, but so fragile, a little porcelain doll.
She sat upon the shelf, hours after hours, wanting to be free. She wondered, then, if someday, she’d escape her own little prison.
Someday…
little. Like a vase, or a person to skinny to correctly hug. Easily hurt feelings, maybe? Things like that.
Delicate, like a dainty little flower. You thought I was weak, like the petals of a dandelion, blown away by the even slightest wind. I’m stronger than that, I am a rock, I am steel, I am as hard as diamond. But I don’t have to be this statue, with a cold unfeeling ice heart. None of that even matters. It all comes down to action. To now. To knowing who I AM and being comfortable with Me. Being Delicate, allowing myself to feel, to react, if that’s who I am then that’s cool too. I am. I am alive. and that’s all that matters.
Life, it’s not only delicate but also very outrageous. We can only expect the expected, there is nothing we can think that wasn’t thought
light fluffly dainty flowers. lying next to a beautiful child, wrapped in lace. tea cups sit on the antique side table. it’s love, it’s innocent. keep it clean, keep it still. don’t break. love it. don’t be rough, be gentle.
this flower is delicate she said. Brimming like a rose. It eventually meets its maker in a flurry of snow.
You’re simply eulogizing on things passed. The lover replied, holding her tender hand as she gripped his softly.
I feel no remorse for what has been. Ceertainly I don not begrudge the man who took it all away from me.
You must let go and it is iindeed a fine thing that you can.
delicate is breakable. things always break, why is that> if shit wasnt delicate people wouldnt have to worry about being “light”, or easy. fucking delicat… what a load of shit
sweet, delicate. broken. fallible. feathers sitting in a desk drawer. flower petals wilting. my grandmothers old frail hands. the loose skin, once taught. it smells like hydrangia
delicate- reminds me of a baby, or a flower or something old…
i was once delicate. like a flower. but then it happened.
he happened.
he raped me.
took my life away. took my virginity away. took my youth away.
i am no longer beautiful.
i am no longer delicate.
i am no longer human.
i am just here.
delicate pieces of bananas mixed with orange juice against memories. a new recipe and something beautiful from the past, like theater and acting and one-acts that are soon to come. oh! loathe and behold my lack of confidence may get the better of me but i swear on someone’s grave that i won’t give up simply for something small and delicate as insecurity!
I am are you, delicate? The world is so lets make things the way they should be
This life we live is a delicate piece of art. Most of the time I feel that no one respects their lives. You have to embrace everything, down to the tiniest piece, even the sun shininig in your face to wake you up. If you can wake up, then you should, because one day you won’t be able to.
while she looked like a delicate flower, he knew there had to be something more to her. while her features were striking, but calmed by the small bit of extra flesh on her bones, this indicated that there definitely was something more underneath.
delicate. a word that so effortlessly moves over the our lives. our hearts and souls. they are easily broken, they are delicate. to be handled with care.
me and my lover
one day a poor widow ran into a handsome knight. the knight asked for directions. she carefully pulled out a glass flower and told the knight to follow the flower, as it would take him where he desired to travel. the young knight took the flower from the widow and left her, hoping he would come upon someone more useful.
fragile. vases. flowers. little white daisies. girlie. careful. prescious. i spelled that wrong. i’m running out of time. i don’t know what else to write, sorry. falling over things.
I felt delicate last night. For the first time in my life, I realized that I was far more bashful than I thought. He kept telling me it was like riding a bicycle–it kinda was–except I climaxed. That usually doesn’t happen on a bike, no matter how many bumps are on the road ;)
The flowers in the field as they float in the air and fall delicately into the stream. They make their way through its meandering bends and winding paths to appear under the window of an artist, who delicately embroiders them into the tablecloth for her mother.
one world for me is man comming together, and not accepting each other despite our differences but for them. working together towards globalisation is the key for the world to be a better place.
There are many things that are delicate. Clothes, babies, puppies, glasses and dolls.
I feel delicate when I wear tutus and crowns, but even more so when I’m holding my magic wand.
The delicate rose was in a vase on her dresser. She was a delicate person, with delicate taste, but lived in a world that was the complete opposite. This delicate rose was dried from her childhood; it wasa gift her father gave her.
Delicate.
As a flower.
Except when it pushes through the snow.
Delicate.
Like lace.
Except as a punk fashion statement.
Delicate.
Dainty.
Fragile.
The girl in the window was holding a flower in the most delicate way that i have ever seen.
Dreams of being oh so delicate.
I wish that every day was as delicate as her.
“When nobody’s watching, I might take you home” – wrong song at just the wrong moment. I bite my lip and try not to make a too-obvious dash to correct my shuffle playlist.