i wish i knew i was stunning, because i really am
i turn heads on the street, and in the classroom, too
if only i could have seen myself in last night’s dress
hugging my hips, exposing my chest just enough to tease
if only i could have heard myself recite my prose
aloud the words were fluffier than those i had dreamed
i might have fallen in love with myself
enticed by the quirks to which i am blind.
she was beautiful, like an angel desecnded from heaven.
tracysmith
Seriously, how long could a girl take to get ready?
She had been in there for over an hour. I was sure I’d heard a couple of grunts of frustration from inside of the room. She had never liked makeup, and dresses and girly stuff. But her friends had insisted upon dressing her up for this one night.
Today it was the sound of the windchimes by the door I’d forgotten to remove. I still can’t let go of this. The effect is spontaneous, stunning. I am at work and then out of work and then in a car and then home. I’m fine, really. I’m walking past my front lawn. It smells fine and the day is blue and cloudy. Then I’ll see it, that anything. The trigger that ends me, that reminds me of her again.
Myona
She was stunning, and he was mesmerized at once.
snape
Stunningly beautiful.
Those are the only words I could ever grasp whenever I would see you.
I’m surprised I could even think.
More surprised I never found the courage to tell you…
You are so stunningly beautiful.
I always thought you were stunning. Not in how you looked, though you are beautiful, but more in how you are able to carry yourself and walk like you know what you’re doing, and how you’re never caught unprepared for anything. You always have a solution. You always know the answer.
She thought it was stunning that everyone had bad intentions inside of them. No one was selfless, everyone wanted everything to either go their way, or go their way and go bad for the other person. Her innocence was shattered the day she realized this stunning fact.
Amanda
When you see something stunning, it like takes your breath away. Like maybe a person or a thing.
beautiful face, you look at me with eyes so blue they make me dizzy. I want to scream, why aren’t you here? Let me know you want me near. I’m confused by you, you’re simply too stunning, it hurts my fragile brain. You blind me.
Bre
Stunning. She was. I’m not. How do I compare? Why me? I don’t understand. I can’t help but wonder why the hell he’s with me when he could have that. I’m nothing. I’m inadequate. I’l always believe that.
You are stunning. Not your body, not your intelligence. You. You, the very essence of you. You are stunning. We do not have a soul, we are souls and merely use our body. Your soul is stunning, shining through your eyes when you smile and laugh with me. Your eyes may be one-way mirrors to some, but I can see straight through them to you.
She was stunning, walking out of the castle with the white fur coat billowing out behind her in the winter wind. Snow began to swirl around her, and as if by magic, the wind lifted her high into the air. A moment later, she had vanished.
If you have ever had concrete slam your temple
seen blinding stars with blurry eyes
been spoken to by a hammer’s head
smelt sparks as iron cracked bone
Pain is that which shakes then steadies
Shakes you out of the sleep of day
Steadies you to the cold, waiting night
I am a beautiful and stunning women. I know how to act. The way I dress and the words that come out of my mouth are stunning. I amaze myself. Look at me. Have you ever seen anything more stunning then me? I think not. My name Beautiful, Amazing, Stunning. I couldn’t ask for a better name.
Stunning how everything fell
Almost perfectly destroyed
She sat looking at the little left of her heart
Grabbed the prices off the floor
And began tosew it together
Oh why
She wondered
but the silence was her only answer
Kidd
oh, just look at that stunning face. hazel eyes, smiling cheeks, big, gorgeous, smiling eyes. hair surrounding her heart-shaped face, with porcelain, glowing skin, and lips as sweet as the red rose. simply dazzling.
The wind is blowing but the sky is clear azure. Regardless of it all, nature is a stunning example of moment to moment creativity.
Ajanta Judd
her smile is stunning
it reflects the sun in its warmth
wraps me in a hug with its genuine love
sparkles like the stars when it reaches her eyes
it radiates her joy to anyone who sees it
simply stunning
It can be simply stunning when you see the brilliance of the autumn leaves. The colors, the textures, the mix of bare branches and fluttering leaves. It’s beautiful and breathtaking, the trees’ last hurrah before winter sets in and leaves them barren.
Things affect our senses, our feelings, our perceptions. Something that stuns us can alter our world view, and create a memory that imprints on us and changes who we are.
sun, air, wind, stunt, shes a stunna, don’t try to impress me, don’t try to impress others, my life is not that amazing, o my fucking i never thought any one could do this. well. life is, breath is, blinking your eyes. smelling the taste of snow on the first day of winter and never ever wanting summer back. lifting your spirits above your eyes and smile. never turn back around. cause every stunna only gonna be there once and never again. don’t mess with that moment. or you will kill yourself slowly, but, still.
eraus
Of course she was, a reminder of all the summers I never had, a blatant proof that there existed light and I was in the dark. Words failed me, evidently, and she passed me by.
you are quite stunning. and I had the joy, for just a moment to say that that stunning man was mine. those words were only allowed to come from my mouth, for just a moment. now you’re just a stunning man who will maybe someday be someone else’s.
the view from the top is stunning.. new glass-fronted buildings shimmer in the sunlight, train lines stretch and curl around, with bridges climbing over streets full of traffic and heat.. but the most stunning thing about my city is the people.
What is stunning about the world today? How about the way that the snow is melting ever so slightly, so that it’s still the illusion of a winter wonderland, just without the cold? It’s the stunning, loveliness of being able to walk outside and enjoy the view of snow quietly blanketing everything, without feeling miserable because you feel like you’re being stabbed by a thousand tiny, mighty swords as you walk through the wind — instead, you just feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the soft kiss of November chill.
It was stunning, the way he switched gears. One moment, he was at her side, bending and meeting her every request. His eyes were watching, he was still, he was hers. And then the spotlights came up, the bar went dark, and he went back to the stage to become a shared novelty, an open gift, all inside out and exposed to everyone. And she wondered whether there was any difference to him at all.
She was stunning. Not just her appearance, but the way she acted. Holy shit…I thought I was smooth, and here she was making us all look like shy high school kids. I motioned to my buddy, “If you don’t make a move, I’m going in.”
Stunning, she was. I couldn’t stop looking at her extravagance, overwhelming my senses. I wanted to touch her, to hold her, to see that wondrous smile. I wanted to make her mine, and make sure she was only mine.
she never looked so stunning before. She finally saw what he saw when he looked at her but by the morning she looked at the pictures and confirmed with the mirror that the drugs had deceived her and she was the same girl.
Some women just are. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. And I don’t think it’s because of perfect make-up covering already flawless skin or the ultimate evening dress. The most beautiful, stunning women are the ones that are lit from within. They glow through their pores and twinkle in their eyes.
The landscape encapsulated all that had been ardently and mercilessly plaguing my thoughts for days. The cornflower blue was in collision with the bleeding orange which seeped from the sun and into the sea, like a wound which would not cauterize. I tried to pinch, punch, poke. I could not move- I found myself immobilised by the perpetual sadness, which had been perching dormant, sitting sentinel, on the gates of my conscious.
‘Stunning’. The word fell from his mouth like a kiss when he saw her. She was picking the skin from around her fingers with visceral ardour, the likes of which he had never seen without being repulsed. But to call her repulsive would be to tell a lie, for he had never seen the likes of her before. ‘Stunning’, he repeated fervently.
Abbie
a beautiful women with long, flowing, onyx hair, billowing over her shoulders like the scarred wing of a raven. I thought it would take flight off of her head, should she move. But she didn’t move. As still as a statue she remained
Abbie
“Listen to it!” Jeffery told her with frustrated assertiveness. “All that we worked to create is being destroyed by their voice. If we can’t figure out how to either silence it or mutate it, our dream of dominion will be annihilated!”
Stunning, she was. I couldn’t stop looking at her extravagance, overwhelming my senses. I wanted to touch her, to hold her, to see that wondrous smile. I wanted to make her mine, and make sure she was only mine.
i wish i knew i was stunning, because i really am
i turn heads on the street, and in the classroom, too
if only i could have seen myself in last night’s dress
hugging my hips, exposing my chest just enough to tease
if only i could have heard myself recite my prose
aloud the words were fluffier than those i had dreamed
i might have fallen in love with myself
enticed by the quirks to which i am blind.
she was beautiful, like an angel desecnded from heaven.
Seriously, how long could a girl take to get ready?
She had been in there for over an hour. I was sure I’d heard a couple of grunts of frustration from inside of the room. She had never liked makeup, and dresses and girly stuff. But her friends had insisted upon dressing her up for this one night.
“Done!” I heard a relieved sigh.
She walked out of the room, and my jaw dropped.
She looked stunning.
it is truly stunning, just how short a fuse lay between the words falling from her mouth and the holocaust of anger that will result in his response.
Today it was the sound of the windchimes by the door I’d forgotten to remove. I still can’t let go of this. The effect is spontaneous, stunning. I am at work and then out of work and then in a car and then home. I’m fine, really. I’m walking past my front lawn. It smells fine and the day is blue and cloudy. Then I’ll see it, that anything. The trigger that ends me, that reminds me of her again.
She was stunning, and he was mesmerized at once.
Stunningly beautiful.
Those are the only words I could ever grasp whenever I would see you.
I’m surprised I could even think.
More surprised I never found the courage to tell you…
You are so stunningly beautiful.
I always thought you were stunning. Not in how you looked, though you are beautiful, but more in how you are able to carry yourself and walk like you know what you’re doing, and how you’re never caught unprepared for anything. You always have a solution. You always know the answer.
She thought it was stunning that everyone had bad intentions inside of them. No one was selfless, everyone wanted everything to either go their way, or go their way and go bad for the other person. Her innocence was shattered the day she realized this stunning fact.
When you see something stunning, it like takes your breath away. Like maybe a person or a thing.
beautiful face, you look at me with eyes so blue they make me dizzy. I want to scream, why aren’t you here? Let me know you want me near. I’m confused by you, you’re simply too stunning, it hurts my fragile brain. You blind me.
Stunning. She was. I’m not. How do I compare? Why me? I don’t understand. I can’t help but wonder why the hell he’s with me when he could have that. I’m nothing. I’m inadequate. I’l always believe that.
You are stunning. Not your body, not your intelligence. You. You, the very essence of you. You are stunning. We do not have a soul, we are souls and merely use our body. Your soul is stunning, shining through your eyes when you smile and laugh with me. Your eyes may be one-way mirrors to some, but I can see straight through them to you.
She was stunning, walking out of the castle with the white fur coat billowing out behind her in the winter wind. Snow began to swirl around her, and as if by magic, the wind lifted her high into the air. A moment later, she had vanished.
If you have ever had concrete slam your temple
seen blinding stars with blurry eyes
been spoken to by a hammer’s head
smelt sparks as iron cracked bone
Pain is that which shakes then steadies
Shakes you out of the sleep of day
Steadies you to the cold, waiting night
I am a beautiful and stunning women. I know how to act. The way I dress and the words that come out of my mouth are stunning. I amaze myself. Look at me. Have you ever seen anything more stunning then me? I think not. My name Beautiful, Amazing, Stunning. I couldn’t ask for a better name.
Stunning how everything fell
Almost perfectly destroyed
She sat looking at the little left of her heart
Grabbed the prices off the floor
And began tosew it together
Oh why
She wondered
but the silence was her only answer
oh, just look at that stunning face. hazel eyes, smiling cheeks, big, gorgeous, smiling eyes. hair surrounding her heart-shaped face, with porcelain, glowing skin, and lips as sweet as the red rose. simply dazzling.
The wind is blowing but the sky is clear azure. Regardless of it all, nature is a stunning example of moment to moment creativity.
her smile is stunning
it reflects the sun in its warmth
wraps me in a hug with its genuine love
sparkles like the stars when it reaches her eyes
it radiates her joy to anyone who sees it
simply stunning
It can be simply stunning when you see the brilliance of the autumn leaves. The colors, the textures, the mix of bare branches and fluttering leaves. It’s beautiful and breathtaking, the trees’ last hurrah before winter sets in and leaves them barren.
Things affect our senses, our feelings, our perceptions. Something that stuns us can alter our world view, and create a memory that imprints on us and changes who we are.
sun, air, wind, stunt, shes a stunna, don’t try to impress me, don’t try to impress others, my life is not that amazing, o my fucking i never thought any one could do this. well. life is, breath is, blinking your eyes. smelling the taste of snow on the first day of winter and never ever wanting summer back. lifting your spirits above your eyes and smile. never turn back around. cause every stunna only gonna be there once and never again. don’t mess with that moment. or you will kill yourself slowly, but, still.
Of course she was, a reminder of all the summers I never had, a blatant proof that there existed light and I was in the dark. Words failed me, evidently, and she passed me by.
you are quite stunning. and I had the joy, for just a moment to say that that stunning man was mine. those words were only allowed to come from my mouth, for just a moment. now you’re just a stunning man who will maybe someday be someone else’s.
Absolutely. I just stood there and gaped at the beauty of it all. How could I go on, day after day, past this amazing thing?
Sunning til you get a tan is stunning
stumbling while you’re running is stunning
staring in a cunning way is stunning
telling stupid puns is stunning
the view from the top is stunning.. new glass-fronted buildings shimmer in the sunlight, train lines stretch and curl around, with bridges climbing over streets full of traffic and heat.. but the most stunning thing about my city is the people.
What is stunning about the world today? How about the way that the snow is melting ever so slightly, so that it’s still the illusion of a winter wonderland, just without the cold? It’s the stunning, loveliness of being able to walk outside and enjoy the view of snow quietly blanketing everything, without feeling miserable because you feel like you’re being stabbed by a thousand tiny, mighty swords as you walk through the wind — instead, you just feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the soft kiss of November chill.
It was stunning, the way he switched gears. One moment, he was at her side, bending and meeting her every request. His eyes were watching, he was still, he was hers. And then the spotlights came up, the bar went dark, and he went back to the stage to become a shared novelty, an open gift, all inside out and exposed to everyone. And she wondered whether there was any difference to him at all.
She was stunning. Not just her appearance, but the way she acted. Holy shit…I thought I was smooth, and here she was making us all look like shy high school kids. I motioned to my buddy, “If you don’t make a move, I’m going in.”
whats so stunning about it?
the fact it’s broken
bruised
scattered on the floor
now you’re shimmering
and I don’t want to pick you up
I’d rather just stare
and see myself
in your crumbling walls
Stunning, she was. I couldn’t stop looking at her extravagance, overwhelming my senses. I wanted to touch her, to hold her, to see that wondrous smile. I wanted to make her mine, and make sure she was only mine.
she never looked so stunning before. She finally saw what he saw when he looked at her but by the morning she looked at the pictures and confirmed with the mirror that the drugs had deceived her and she was the same girl.
Stunning
Some women just are. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. And I don’t think it’s because of perfect make-up covering already flawless skin or the ultimate evening dress. The most beautiful, stunning women are the ones that are lit from within. They glow through their pores and twinkle in their eyes.
The landscape encapsulated all that had been ardently and mercilessly plaguing my thoughts for days. The cornflower blue was in collision with the bleeding orange which seeped from the sun and into the sea, like a wound which would not cauterize. I tried to pinch, punch, poke. I could not move- I found myself immobilised by the perpetual sadness, which had been perching dormant, sitting sentinel, on the gates of my conscious.
‘Stunning’. The word fell from his mouth like a kiss when he saw her. She was picking the skin from around her fingers with visceral ardour, the likes of which he had never seen without being repulsed. But to call her repulsive would be to tell a lie, for he had never seen the likes of her before. ‘Stunning’, he repeated fervently.
a beautiful women with long, flowing, onyx hair, billowing over her shoulders like the scarred wing of a raven. I thought it would take flight off of her head, should she move. But she didn’t move. As still as a statue she remained
“Listen to it!” Jeffery told her with frustrated assertiveness. “All that we worked to create is being destroyed by their voice. If we can’t figure out how to either silence it or mutate it, our dream of dominion will be annihilated!”
Stunning, she was. I couldn’t stop looking at her extravagance, overwhelming my senses. I wanted to touch her, to hold her, to see that wondrous smile. I wanted to make her mine, and make sure she was only mine.