When I make Bread It is a lot of fun. If is fun to watch the bread rise in the oven. Then when I take it out the bread smells so good it makes my heart feel warm. I love homemade bread. Do you? If you don’t your crazy.
on the rise, the new shining star has hit hollywood! with record-breakingm billboard sales she succumbs to her fame and fortune. any day now, she will be the most coveted teen model and singer in all of america.
WHen I make Bread It is a lot of fun. IF is fun to watch the bread rice in the oven. Then when I take it out the bread smells so good it makes my heart feel warm. I love homemade bread.
rise from the bottom of the flat oven. Bubble high up; chewy, delicious; you are my love. Oh pizza, if I could have you every morning and every night, I would, you know I would.
When you rise in the morning feeling like you’ve had enough sleep, the feeling is amazing and you are always in a good mood. But if you rise in a bad mood the rest of the day goes by slow, horrible, and sometimes even sad.
on the rise, the new shining star has hit hollywood! with record-breaking billboard sales she succumbs to her fame and fortune. any day now she will be the most coveted teen model and singer in all of america.
Cami
Every morning the sun will rise, and light up the world. But every night the sun will go down and darkness will cover the world.
to go above Jesus rose from the dead. the bread rises. rise and shine. cream rises to the top. rise up and go, even if you don’t feel like it. rise to the occasion.
rose
the sun rises in the morning. i rise out of my bed. she rose from her year long slumber, yesterday. the dark knight rises. im bored, and watching steam rise. rise is rice’s homophone
nandita
I rose with the sun, careful to not make a sound. I didn’t want to wake up anyone in the house. I slipped on my sneakers and forced my wild hair to be tamed into a bun. The first few minutes were awful, breathless and chilly. Later on, I would learn to relish those moments, the moments that were there when you were down but now you are on top of the world, running faster than god and feeling lighter than air
Annabelle
It had been so long since he had seen the sunrise.
Everytime he went back it was during the meeting. The earliest he managed to return was noon.
He wanted to see it.
He wanted to see the sunrise, after so much time spent in that god forsaken mansion, he wanted to see the sun, unfetted by the darkness that surrounded the mansion.
Just once.
Something about the word rise brings a feeling of ascension to my soul that cannot be described in words. It brings to mind the rise my soul has experienced. This sense of awakening, of breathing for the first time, of becoming love and letting go of fear, it is wordless. To rise is to let go. To let go is to remember the simple joy of the fact that you never had to hold on.
You’re beautiful, you’re true woman. Rise! Rise!! Rise!!! Be better, don’t worry about what people say. Don’t pay attention to bad people, just rise and be yourself!
Rise is food that nobody likes. Its white and does not has a very goot taste. People who eat rise are living in the far east. Probably becaause
est
Something about the word rise brings a feeling of ascension to my soul that cannot be described in words. This sense of awakening, of rising, of becoming love and letting go of fear, it is wordless. To rise is to let go. To let go is to remember the simple joy of the fact that you never had to hold on.
J. Drake
It’s hard to wake every morning, when it’s more of the same. And none of the people I admire notice me, or if they do it’s so gradual I’m not certain it matters. I don’t want to be erased by time. I want to build in to a supernova, right before their eyes, so that my brilliance will be both unignorable and unquestionable. If only this wasn’t an impossible feat.
I rise before dawn
Your breakfast is cooking
I wait for the coffee
To finish its brewing
You work hard every day
To keep this family running
You’re one lucky man
To have a wife that’s so stunning
in the air, looking down over the town.. it just looked magical, not many people would be able to see what i can see right now. Rising higher and higher i see the landcape take form and the town becoming smaller and not as recognisable. with the hills and ocean taking a more obvious place, watching the waves roll in from far out until rapidly crashing on the sandy shore. it was a beautiful place and im glad to call it my home
ashleigh
Rising up from the bottom of the river, she drags a block by the chain around her waist. She’s muddy and bleeding from the marks of the piranhas snapping at her flesh.
Smok rises. Not hard, but delicate and wispy and you can;t catch it in your hands. We always want to catch it in our hands even though we know it isnt possible. We try anyway. We always say smoke is silver but again, it isnt. It is grey.
Bryony Rae Taylor
They found themselves at the top of the hill looking over the vast valley below. They’d spent days climbing and now they were here. But what would they do now that they had arrived? Was this really it? The glory, the victory, the fame? Surely there had to be more…another mountain?
K
I push through the underbrush, stumbling blindly in the dark. The tall fronds slap against my arms and face, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. I can’t see as far as my arms reach in this kind of darkness. On the horizon I see a faint orange glow. Sobs choke out through me, ripping straight through my chest.
“Thank God,” I choke, “thank God!”
The sun was rising.
I will rise from the realm of defeat one last time. I am too proud and wise to allow the past failure to rob me of my inheritance. I owe it not only to myself and my children but to the generation that is coming behind me.
i’d like to watch the sunrise with patty sometime i feel like it’d probably a really good thing and that itd be pretty amazing but she told me i shouldnt get my hopes up because i’ll just get disappointed
When I make Bread It is a lot of fun. If is fun to watch the bread rise in the oven. Then when I take it out the bread smells so good it makes my heart feel warm. I love homemade bread. Do you? If you don’t your crazy.
on the rise, the new shining star has hit hollywood! with record-breakingm billboard sales she succumbs to her fame and fortune. any day now, she will be the most coveted teen model and singer in all of america.
WHen I make Bread It is a lot of fun. IF is fun to watch the bread rice in the oven. Then when I take it out the bread smells so good it makes my heart feel warm. I love homemade bread.
the sun rises so beutifly and the wold should be so thankful for all the power of the sun to everybody in the nation even Mr.google
I rise in the middle of the night after a nightmare. I usually don’t go back to sleep for a long time.
rise from the bottom of the flat oven. Bubble high up; chewy, delicious; you are my love. Oh pizza, if I could have you every morning and every night, I would, you know I would.
When you rise in the morning feeling like you’ve had enough sleep, the feeling is amazing and you are always in a good mood. But if you rise in a bad mood the rest of the day goes by slow, horrible, and sometimes even sad.
As i rise up from my grave i think “how did i get here ?” I don’t remember dieing or takeing my last breath.
In the morning you rise and shine for the day.
When I wake up, I try to read books with the rise of some magical creature.I do this to ignite my ideas to rise above the others.
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RISE
this morning i had to rise from my bed to get ready for school
i have rose there for i have rised
lets rise up and be assassins!
on the rise, the new shining star has hit hollywood! with record-breaking billboard sales she succumbs to her fame and fortune. any day now she will be the most coveted teen model and singer in all of america.
Every morning the sun will rise, and light up the world. But every night the sun will go down and darkness will cover the world.
The sun rise was really pretty. I like watching the sun rise.
The sun rise was really pretty. I like watching the sun rise.
lets rise up to fight evil hambergures
The rise of the sun made me happy.
It is Friday and I am feeling the weight of a full week. as I linger here in bed, it is only a fleeting moment of rest. I will rise.
to go above Jesus rose from the dead. the bread rises. rise and shine. cream rises to the top. rise up and go, even if you don’t feel like it. rise to the occasion.
the sun rises in the morning. i rise out of my bed. she rose from her year long slumber, yesterday. the dark knight rises. im bored, and watching steam rise. rise is rice’s homophone
I rose with the sun, careful to not make a sound. I didn’t want to wake up anyone in the house. I slipped on my sneakers and forced my wild hair to be tamed into a bun. The first few minutes were awful, breathless and chilly. Later on, I would learn to relish those moments, the moments that were there when you were down but now you are on top of the world, running faster than god and feeling lighter than air
It had been so long since he had seen the sunrise.
Everytime he went back it was during the meeting. The earliest he managed to return was noon.
He wanted to see it.
He wanted to see the sunrise, after so much time spent in that god forsaken mansion, he wanted to see the sun, unfetted by the darkness that surrounded the mansion.
Just once.
Something about the word rise brings a feeling of ascension to my soul that cannot be described in words. It brings to mind the rise my soul has experienced. This sense of awakening, of breathing for the first time, of becoming love and letting go of fear, it is wordless. To rise is to let go. To let go is to remember the simple joy of the fact that you never had to hold on.
You’re beautiful, you’re true woman. Rise! Rise!! Rise!!! Be better, don’t worry about what people say. Don’t pay attention to bad people, just rise and be yourself!
Rise is food that nobody likes. Its white and does not has a very goot taste. People who eat rise are living in the far east. Probably becaause
Something about the word rise brings a feeling of ascension to my soul that cannot be described in words. This sense of awakening, of rising, of becoming love and letting go of fear, it is wordless. To rise is to let go. To let go is to remember the simple joy of the fact that you never had to hold on.
It’s hard to wake every morning, when it’s more of the same. And none of the people I admire notice me, or if they do it’s so gradual I’m not certain it matters. I don’t want to be erased by time. I want to build in to a supernova, right before their eyes, so that my brilliance will be both unignorable and unquestionable. If only this wasn’t an impossible feat.
I rise before dawn
Your breakfast is cooking
I wait for the coffee
To finish its brewing
You work hard every day
To keep this family running
You’re one lucky man
To have a wife that’s so stunning
“you should have raised a baby girl,” he said, smiting a blow against the back of his mother’s head for lack of something red to wear.
in the air, looking down over the town.. it just looked magical, not many people would be able to see what i can see right now. Rising higher and higher i see the landcape take form and the town becoming smaller and not as recognisable. with the hills and ocean taking a more obvious place, watching the waves roll in from far out until rapidly crashing on the sandy shore. it was a beautiful place and im glad to call it my home
Rising up from the bottom of the river, she drags a block by the chain around her waist. She’s muddy and bleeding from the marks of the piranhas snapping at her flesh.
Smok rises. Not hard, but delicate and wispy and you can;t catch it in your hands. We always want to catch it in our hands even though we know it isnt possible. We try anyway. We always say smoke is silver but again, it isnt. It is grey.
They found themselves at the top of the hill looking over the vast valley below. They’d spent days climbing and now they were here. But what would they do now that they had arrived? Was this really it? The glory, the victory, the fame? Surely there had to be more…another mountain?
I push through the underbrush, stumbling blindly in the dark. The tall fronds slap against my arms and face, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. I can’t see as far as my arms reach in this kind of darkness. On the horizon I see a faint orange glow. Sobs choke out through me, ripping straight through my chest.
“Thank God,” I choke, “thank God!”
The sun was rising.
I will rise from the realm of defeat one last time. I am too proud and wise to allow the past failure to rob me of my inheritance. I owe it not only to myself and my children but to the generation that is coming behind me.
The sunrise on this rainy day was lovely mate.
i’d like to watch the sunrise with patty sometime i feel like it’d probably a really good thing and that itd be pretty amazing but she told me i shouldnt get my hopes up because i’ll just get disappointed