fresh. what kind of fresh? like doug e. fresh? or fresh fruit? do you mean fresh like flirty? or fresh as in “i opened the bread the other day and there’s no twist tie on it but it should still be ‘fresh'”??
The girl wandered through the farmer’s market, basket on her arm. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she bent down to examine the fruit on the table before her. She lifted an apple up to the sun, it’s shiny red casing casting a glare in her eyes. She put it down in front of the man across from her. “This one is good,” she smiled, drawing her wallet from the bag at her hip.
Kaylyn
New clean green wet. I walk outside after the rain, after you’ve gone, after the heat and the dry, and I find that all the smog has been replaced with silver fresh. Plants squished worms fresh fresh fresh
Sophie Moonpie
snow that is crisp on the ground and wet in my hair. water that runs easily from the taps, the opposite of the end of the day. guzzling something cool and silky. the feeling after you have recovered from a sickness. a clean pair of socks. the wintertime.
samana
Feeling “fresh” is the best feeling in the world. Having a clear mind, an open mind, and not worrying about anything.
PetitePommes
Fishy freshness filled my fists
Hope it doesn’t stain this fish
I can make a game of this
Fishy squishy in my midst
All my life I’ve hunted the white-bellied beasts of the sea. But it’s never been enough. My prey was always too slow, too weak. Prizes were never big enough, risks never as severe as I would like. It’s frustrating, sitting here without a way to test myself. To entertain these dark thoughts. Who knows what would happen if I changed prey type from fish to… Something else.
Surely you can understand my feelings, though. And keep this chase fresh and alive for me.
the vegetable in the garden the fruit colors blue soft pale pin kyellow green gardens food produce scent new car flowers ripe green plump easy king laid back ahhh mhhm smells good in here fresh cut grass meadows summer days ocean smell
tay
That fresh feeling you get when you get out of a nice shower after a long day.
That feeling is hard to beat. :)
Or maybe that fresh feeling you get when you chew on some minty gum.
How refreshing
Chase
Fuck the word fresh. It rhymes with flesh and it makes me hungry every time I think about it. Fresh flesh, hmmm…goddamn the combination of these two works make me fiend like a mad man. I’m gonna call Belinda, she’ll give it up alright…
Your mom
The air snapped with the fresh smell of apricot lotion and the aroma of an expensive lavender candle. Sara was sitting
P.J. Day
When I get out of the shower, or when the first thing I do in the morning is take a very satisfying stretch. Fresh is when it has just rained and you can smell the moisture in the air. Fresh is clean sheets. The smell of your loved ones neck. Fresh.
Em
The freshness of the air was amazing after being in the retricted place that was my mind it was as of the relief of being back was better than the idea of what i had beentrough and what i would become it was amazing.
selene
i am fresh. dont get fresh with me. i like fresh fruits. need coffee to get fresh. i like fresh fruits. revitalising facewash to get fresh. mmm. fresh ripe mangoes.
chirah
I want to be fresh. I want to be pure. I want to be clean. I want to look into the mirror and not feel worn and tainted and dirty. I want to be innocent again. But I guess we don’t always get what we want in life.
A fresh wind blew in her face, washing away the sleepiness as well as the tears. She smiled at him, and said she would be different from now on.
tony
The wind blew on her face as she stepped into the sunlight. Flower buds opened to greet the flowing sunlight, and a pleasant sea breeze filled her lungs as her dress blew in small ruffles around her. It was a nice day. The perfect day for the end of the world.
The fresh flowers
That fall to pieces
In Autumn
When the beauty
Of the fallen
Is the beauty of the world
And everyone one breathes in the
Fresh
Crisp fallen leaves
And we all believe in the changing of seasons.
Olivia Joyce Ensler
Today will be a fresh new day. Fresh as leaves and vegetables. Fresh as snow and clear rivers. Fresh as fish and air. Fresh as clothes straight from the wash and fresh as tears straight from a heartbreak. Fresh as batches of cookies and milk. Fresh is good.
April Watson
I wanna take a bath, brush my teeth and have my nails polished.Wanna spray my faveorite perfume and feel FRESH. These things i am not able to do properly right now. I wanna have a total FRESHNESS!
:3
i need a fresh kleenex becasue these tears wont stop. what happened to last week, to the last 6 hours. how can a mood change so frantically, yet i am here living my life as though it is my last. i just want you to hold me and tell me you will take care of me til my last breath, not watch me walk away trying to catch the tears streaming on the pavement.
Mariah Lockwood
biting into a crisp apple, a glass of iced cider, did I mention the ice? And it’s sunny, the sunnier the better. Yep, sun and ice and I feel…
Lyndon
She took a breath of the fresh morning air and shivered in its crisp coolness. “This is the day,” she whispered, shivering again at the thought.
Your fresh heart is pounding in my hand.
I’m not sorry.
It’s another one to add to my collection.
I’m Judas, darling, and I’ve kissed you twice.
You should have known better than to dance with the devil.
Oh you taste just like disaster…
Bethany
Fresh out of the refrigerator was a leftover casserole. I lifted up the plastic covering and smelled the thawing meat, the dry cheese. A spin in the microwave could soften it a bit. It would do.
Jason was still taking a shower as I ate. We were supposed to be at Lucy’s recital in an hour. I didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t shower in the morning or at least some time that didn’t send me into a panic about whether or not we’d make it somewhere in time.
Belinda Roddie
Everything is a fresh start. I watch to be cleaner, inside and outside, I think. I want to start feeling good. Just give me fruits and your spare time because I like knowing that my body is on par with my mind. I want to be clean. I want to be perfect and maybe I want to be whatever it is that goodness means to the rest of the world.
The smell of freshly cut grass. The feeling of the sun’s warm rays on my face. The crisp cool breeze rustling through my hair.
I miss home.
I hate it here.
Today’s feeling of freshness comes from the wind blowing powerfully through the midnight air. Yes, midnight means it’s tomorrow already. I hope for a blustery day so often associated with multicolored dead leaves, apples and pumpkins. I hope to be outside to experience hot coffees and single cigarettes with someone I care about, walking down a side street in suburban long island. Inhale.
Fresh, like autumn leaves and forever. Like walking through a crisp October day and smelling the leaves and knowing that the world is turning. Fresh, like laundry hanging on the line, or the smell of my mother’s lotion. Fresh, like the feeling of clean sheets on a lazy afternoon, and the tingly feeling of new love.
Alanna
the freshness in the air was a welcome change after the dark and musty basement. it wasn’t until she felt the breeze on her face once more that she realized just how much she had lost while imprisoned in that dreadful place.
A lot of things are fresh… like foods. I really like bread. It’s really good because it smells so good and it’s so warm… but there’s also stuff like “fresh” deodorant, which is really bad because it smells like baby powder, and I really think that smells disgusting… but whatever. Let’s talk about food. I really love fresh green beans. My mom used to grow them in the garden, but now she doesn’t garden anymore and that’s sad.
Katie
I need a fresh look, something new, something to get me out of this numb feeling. I need an escape, a new view, something. Time to empty out the rottenness and pick something new out of the garden.
Narie Alassiel
Breathe in the air.
So fresh and so clean
It will fill you with simple purity
Nothing more nothing less
hard to explain but you will know when you have experienced it. :)
I need something new. Something fresh in my life. Isn’t that what we all want? A new start, something that makes us genuinely excited. It’s all about kicking back and just letting something completely take you by surprise. Let the fresh start begin—don’t be afraid of what’s to come.
T
She hugged herself tightly, her arms doing little to stave off the cold air. “It’s fresh out this morning,” she explained to Connor.
He laughed. “You haven’t been in Canada for very long, have you?”
Joy
The strawberries in my fridge are so not fresh anymore. In fact, they’re the exact opposite. All moldy and fussy and my boyfriend actually got really sad when he saw that they were fuzzy. Already having a bad week in his book, the strawberries sent him over the edge, so now he’s gone to bed and left me alone. :(
Meghann
The fresh fruit sat on the counter where it had been placed only moments before. Oranges, apples, bananas all mixed together in the bowel. The colours had been muted by the blood which had been sprayed when the shot rang out.
fresh. what kind of fresh? like doug e. fresh? or fresh fruit? do you mean fresh like flirty? or fresh as in “i opened the bread the other day and there’s no twist tie on it but it should still be ‘fresh'”??
The girl wandered through the farmer’s market, basket on her arm. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she bent down to examine the fruit on the table before her. She lifted an apple up to the sun, it’s shiny red casing casting a glare in her eyes. She put it down in front of the man across from her. “This one is good,” she smiled, drawing her wallet from the bag at her hip.
New clean green wet. I walk outside after the rain, after you’ve gone, after the heat and the dry, and I find that all the smog has been replaced with silver fresh. Plants squished worms fresh fresh fresh
snow that is crisp on the ground and wet in my hair. water that runs easily from the taps, the opposite of the end of the day. guzzling something cool and silky. the feeling after you have recovered from a sickness. a clean pair of socks. the wintertime.
Feeling “fresh” is the best feeling in the world. Having a clear mind, an open mind, and not worrying about anything.
Fishy freshness filled my fists
Hope it doesn’t stain this fish
I can make a game of this
Fishy squishy in my midst
Smelly melly belly octopelly
All my life I’ve hunted the white-bellied beasts of the sea. But it’s never been enough. My prey was always too slow, too weak. Prizes were never big enough, risks never as severe as I would like. It’s frustrating, sitting here without a way to test myself. To entertain these dark thoughts. Who knows what would happen if I changed prey type from fish to… Something else.
Surely you can understand my feelings, though. And keep this chase fresh and alive for me.
Tell me, how does it feel to be fish?
the vegetable in the garden the fruit colors blue soft pale pin kyellow green gardens food produce scent new car flowers ripe green plump easy king laid back ahhh mhhm smells good in here fresh cut grass meadows summer days ocean smell
That fresh feeling you get when you get out of a nice shower after a long day.
That feeling is hard to beat. :)
Or maybe that fresh feeling you get when you chew on some minty gum.
How refreshing
Fuck the word fresh. It rhymes with flesh and it makes me hungry every time I think about it. Fresh flesh, hmmm…goddamn the combination of these two works make me fiend like a mad man. I’m gonna call Belinda, she’ll give it up alright…
The air snapped with the fresh smell of apricot lotion and the aroma of an expensive lavender candle. Sara was sitting
When I get out of the shower, or when the first thing I do in the morning is take a very satisfying stretch. Fresh is when it has just rained and you can smell the moisture in the air. Fresh is clean sheets. The smell of your loved ones neck. Fresh.
The freshness of the air was amazing after being in the retricted place that was my mind it was as of the relief of being back was better than the idea of what i had beentrough and what i would become it was amazing.
i am fresh. dont get fresh with me. i like fresh fruits. need coffee to get fresh. i like fresh fruits. revitalising facewash to get fresh. mmm. fresh ripe mangoes.
I want to be fresh. I want to be pure. I want to be clean. I want to look into the mirror and not feel worn and tainted and dirty. I want to be innocent again. But I guess we don’t always get what we want in life.
A fresh wind blew in her face, washing away the sleepiness as well as the tears. She smiled at him, and said she would be different from now on.
The wind blew on her face as she stepped into the sunlight. Flower buds opened to greet the flowing sunlight, and a pleasant sea breeze filled her lungs as her dress blew in small ruffles around her. It was a nice day. The perfect day for the end of the world.
The fresh flowers
That fall to pieces
In Autumn
When the beauty
Of the fallen
Is the beauty of the world
And everyone one breathes in the
Fresh
Crisp fallen leaves
And we all believe in the changing of seasons.
Today will be a fresh new day. Fresh as leaves and vegetables. Fresh as snow and clear rivers. Fresh as fish and air. Fresh as clothes straight from the wash and fresh as tears straight from a heartbreak. Fresh as batches of cookies and milk. Fresh is good.
I wanna take a bath, brush my teeth and have my nails polished.Wanna spray my faveorite perfume and feel FRESH. These things i am not able to do properly right now. I wanna have a total FRESHNESS!
i need a fresh kleenex becasue these tears wont stop. what happened to last week, to the last 6 hours. how can a mood change so frantically, yet i am here living my life as though it is my last. i just want you to hold me and tell me you will take care of me til my last breath, not watch me walk away trying to catch the tears streaming on the pavement.
biting into a crisp apple, a glass of iced cider, did I mention the ice? And it’s sunny, the sunnier the better. Yep, sun and ice and I feel…
She took a breath of the fresh morning air and shivered in its crisp coolness. “This is the day,” she whispered, shivering again at the thought.
Your fresh heart is pounding in my hand.
I’m not sorry.
It’s another one to add to my collection.
I’m Judas, darling, and I’ve kissed you twice.
You should have known better than to dance with the devil.
Oh you taste just like disaster…
Fresh out of the refrigerator was a leftover casserole. I lifted up the plastic covering and smelled the thawing meat, the dry cheese. A spin in the microwave could soften it a bit. It would do.
Jason was still taking a shower as I ate. We were supposed to be at Lucy’s recital in an hour. I didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t shower in the morning or at least some time that didn’t send me into a panic about whether or not we’d make it somewhere in time.
Everything is a fresh start. I watch to be cleaner, inside and outside, I think. I want to start feeling good. Just give me fruits and your spare time because I like knowing that my body is on par with my mind. I want to be clean. I want to be perfect and maybe I want to be whatever it is that goodness means to the rest of the world.
The smell of freshly cut grass. The feeling of the sun’s warm rays on my face. The crisp cool breeze rustling through my hair.
I miss home.
I hate it here.
Today’s feeling of freshness comes from the wind blowing powerfully through the midnight air. Yes, midnight means it’s tomorrow already. I hope for a blustery day so often associated with multicolored dead leaves, apples and pumpkins. I hope to be outside to experience hot coffees and single cigarettes with someone I care about, walking down a side street in suburban long island. Inhale.
Fresh, like autumn leaves and forever. Like walking through a crisp October day and smelling the leaves and knowing that the world is turning. Fresh, like laundry hanging on the line, or the smell of my mother’s lotion. Fresh, like the feeling of clean sheets on a lazy afternoon, and the tingly feeling of new love.
the freshness in the air was a welcome change after the dark and musty basement. it wasn’t until she felt the breeze on her face once more that she realized just how much she had lost while imprisoned in that dreadful place.
Free
Renewed
Escape
Sweet
Heavenly
Tabula Rasa
Let the chips fall where they may
A lot of things are fresh… like foods. I really like bread. It’s really good because it smells so good and it’s so warm… but there’s also stuff like “fresh” deodorant, which is really bad because it smells like baby powder, and I really think that smells disgusting… but whatever. Let’s talk about food. I really love fresh green beans. My mom used to grow them in the garden, but now she doesn’t garden anymore and that’s sad.
I need a fresh look, something new, something to get me out of this numb feeling. I need an escape, a new view, something. Time to empty out the rottenness and pick something new out of the garden.
Breathe in the air.
So fresh and so clean
It will fill you with simple purity
Nothing more nothing less
hard to explain but you will know when you have experienced it. :)
I need something new. Something fresh in my life. Isn’t that what we all want? A new start, something that makes us genuinely excited. It’s all about kicking back and just letting something completely take you by surprise. Let the fresh start begin—don’t be afraid of what’s to come.
She hugged herself tightly, her arms doing little to stave off the cold air. “It’s fresh out this morning,” she explained to Connor.
He laughed. “You haven’t been in Canada for very long, have you?”
The strawberries in my fridge are so not fresh anymore. In fact, they’re the exact opposite. All moldy and fussy and my boyfriend actually got really sad when he saw that they were fuzzy. Already having a bad week in his book, the strawberries sent him over the edge, so now he’s gone to bed and left me alone. :(
The fresh fruit sat on the counter where it had been placed only moments before. Oranges, apples, bananas all mixed together in the bowel. The colours had been muted by the blood which had been sprayed when the shot rang out.
I am feeling funky fresh right now. Memories of off the shoulder sweatshirts, jordache jeans and skips have invaded my mind.