She twirled her fingers round the curls of her hair, examining the tint of purple it had taken after having dyed her hair to such a vibrant violet to contrast with her big blue eyes.
Maybe it was the way it looked in the light or maybe it was the need to stand out, but she loved the way her hair looked with the violet strands contrasting with her blue eyes. She just hoped that they would love it as much as she did, even if in the end, her hair was as fake as she was.
Maddy
Violet played on the radio. In all the years since its debut, and the many, many mixed feelings that have surfaced about Courtney and her late husband, it was easy to forget that there were some damned good Hole tunes. For what that’s worth. But is it enough? At 9 o’clock on the freeway, with half a coffee left and a traffic dragon as far as the eye can see, the world could use a little more “fuck you.” So yeah.
dangerous if you add the letter “n” – becomes violent.
david
Flipping through months old issues of Entertainment Weekly failed to keep his attention. His eyes wandered around the waiting room. A flash of violet caught his eye. A streak of purple hair, unfurling from the head of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
I race into the police station out of breath, and feel someone approach me, “hey you okay?” a voice asks me. “Stumpy sent me,” i say looking up at the person, It a older lady and she is wearing a purple shirt and a grim expression. Then she sees the fear in my eyes and he face softens “One of those.” She yells at someone crossing by, “I need a blanket, hot chocolate and the conference room. And tell Lawrence to get his behind in there fast or else hes not getting that raise!” She leads me to a secluded room off the main office, a room i assume is the conference room. We sit down across from each other and i notice a guy in the shadow, my breath catches, whoever came up with the saying tall dark and handsome was so obviously talking about this guy, sculpted and neat, and his eyes so silvery blue i can feel myself falling into them. I feel the lady touch my arm and i jerk out of her grasp, “Please don’t touch me.” i say looking down, her entire body droops as if a giant weight has been put on her shoulders…
Everyting in my house is violet. Beds are purple, walls are violet too. Flowers are purple too. I don’t knoew how can I survive seeing that colour everyday
Javier Almagro
A little violet flower was standing in a field of white roses. Lost and alone the wind pushed it from side to side. It did not belong there all the other flowers knew it.
She twirled her fingers round the curls of her hair, examining the tint of purple it had taken after having dyed her hair to such a vibrant violet to contrast with her big blue eyes.
Maybe it was the way it looked in the light or maybe it was the need to stand out, but she loved the way her hair looked with the violet strands contrasting with her blue eyes. She just hoped that they would love it as much as she did, even if in the end, her hair was as fake as she was.
Violet played on the radio. In all the years since its debut, and the many, many mixed feelings that have surfaced about Courtney and her late husband, it was easy to forget that there were some damned good Hole tunes. For what that’s worth. But is it enough? At 9 o’clock on the freeway, with half a coffee left and a traffic dragon as far as the eye can see, the world could use a little more “fuck you.” So yeah.
flowers are a girl’s best friend.
dangerous if you add the letter “n” – becomes violent.
Flipping through months old issues of Entertainment Weekly failed to keep his attention. His eyes wandered around the waiting room. A flash of violet caught his eye. A streak of purple hair, unfurling from the head of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
I race into the police station out of breath, and feel someone approach me, “hey you okay?” a voice asks me. “Stumpy sent me,” i say looking up at the person, It a older lady and she is wearing a purple shirt and a grim expression. Then she sees the fear in my eyes and he face softens “One of those.” She yells at someone crossing by, “I need a blanket, hot chocolate and the conference room. And tell Lawrence to get his behind in there fast or else hes not getting that raise!” She leads me to a secluded room off the main office, a room i assume is the conference room. We sit down across from each other and i notice a guy in the shadow, my breath catches, whoever came up with the saying tall dark and handsome was so obviously talking about this guy, sculpted and neat, and his eyes so silvery blue i can feel myself falling into them. I feel the lady touch my arm and i jerk out of her grasp, “Please don’t touch me.” i say looking down, her entire body droops as if a giant weight has been put on her shoulders…
the violets surrouned the couple getting married and they swayed ever so gently when the groom kissed the bride
Violet, sweet violet
your eyes are so true
please glance my way
I’m just so blue.
Violet is in the rainbow. ROYGBIV stands for Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet.
Everyting in my house is violet. Beds are purple, walls are violet too. Flowers are purple too. I don’t knoew how can I survive seeing that colour everyday
A little violet flower was standing in a field of white roses. Lost and alone the wind pushed it from side to side. It did not belong there all the other flowers knew it.