I’ve made a couple of pieces of wire wrap jewelry. The hubs can be found
and it is stunning extra individuals do not try the craft.
Joma Jewellery a little
She felt adored, worshiped, even. They finally came up for air and he pushed her hair back from her faces and looked deep into her eyes and it was almost more than she could bear. She wasn’t familiar with adulation.
She resented the way he worshipped those idols, those gods. They shouldn’t be an excuse for bad behavior and he has been milking that excuse for far too long. Glancing at the other milling about him in this gathering, she drew her arms closer to herself and tried to reach him.
An
This is the my knowledge, it is my hope, worshipped for nothing but the bell of one minute, really have written much better.
Robert Kohlhammer
he worshipped the same gods and said the same litanies,
poured out the same libations and made the same sacrifices,
gave freely of himself to them until there was no more left to give
until finally he found himself
and not in any of their eyes
lbrygk
in the cathedral,
light everywhere, perfection and love and beauty,
in the warm arms of the red stained glass.
to feel that, like i used to.
peace, anchor, angelhood,
anything but loneliness.
as
I loved you. I worshipped you. I treated you like a god. But you were mortal, just like I was. You may have worn the raiment of royal deities – the golds and purples, ribbons and beads, silver circlet atop your sunrise head. But you couldn’t make the sun move, and you couldn’t take sacrifices at the altar without getting your hands severely burned.
I adored you, and yet you turned from me. And I was deemed a heretic for idolizing someone without the blood of Zeus or Ra.
Belinda Roddie
She worshipped him, and that was her big mistake. No one was that good, no one that deserving of her love and trust in such an unconditional manner.
And then, one day, he proved it. Proved her wrong. Betrayed her.
She thought she might never recover, but she was wrong again.
You are worthy to be worshipped. There is, and will never be, anyone like You.
LifesGrey
When i think of this word, i think of gods. Like a god you prey to or have faith in, Greek gods our in there somewhere as well. I mostly think it’s just about worshiping someone, it can be a god or a person for all that matter. It just matters if you are actually worshiping someone.
solara
I worshipped my mom as a child. She was my world. It wasn’t until recently when I realized that I was worshipping a toxic person. My habits were sickening, I treated people poorly, and could not rationalize, because I worshipped someone who wasn’t able to see clearly themselves.
Ashley
I prayed at the temple of love and worshipped your name with my tongue. Said it so often it began to soften and soon a song was sung.
Once there was a king
Who made us kiss his ring
But we saw through him like tempered glass
And told him sorely, to kiss our ass.
I’ve made a couple of pieces of wire wrap jewelry. The hubs can be found
and it is stunning extra individuals do not try the craft.
She felt adored, worshiped, even. They finally came up for air and he pushed her hair back from her faces and looked deep into her eyes and it was almost more than she could bear. She wasn’t familiar with adulation.
She resented the way he worshipped those idols, those gods. They shouldn’t be an excuse for bad behavior and he has been milking that excuse for far too long. Glancing at the other milling about him in this gathering, she drew her arms closer to herself and tried to reach him.
This is the my knowledge, it is my hope, worshipped for nothing but the bell of one minute, really have written much better.
he worshipped the same gods and said the same litanies,
poured out the same libations and made the same sacrifices,
gave freely of himself to them until there was no more left to give
until finally he found himself
and not in any of their eyes
in the cathedral,
light everywhere, perfection and love and beauty,
in the warm arms of the red stained glass.
to feel that, like i used to.
peace, anchor, angelhood,
anything but loneliness.
I loved you. I worshipped you. I treated you like a god. But you were mortal, just like I was. You may have worn the raiment of royal deities – the golds and purples, ribbons and beads, silver circlet atop your sunrise head. But you couldn’t make the sun move, and you couldn’t take sacrifices at the altar without getting your hands severely burned.
I adored you, and yet you turned from me. And I was deemed a heretic for idolizing someone without the blood of Zeus or Ra.
She worshipped him, and that was her big mistake. No one was that good, no one that deserving of her love and trust in such an unconditional manner.
And then, one day, he proved it. Proved her wrong. Betrayed her.
She thought she might never recover, but she was wrong again.
You are worthy to be worshipped. There is, and will never be, anyone like You.
When i think of this word, i think of gods. Like a god you prey to or have faith in, Greek gods our in there somewhere as well. I mostly think it’s just about worshiping someone, it can be a god or a person for all that matter. It just matters if you are actually worshiping someone.
I worshipped my mom as a child. She was my world. It wasn’t until recently when I realized that I was worshipping a toxic person. My habits were sickening, I treated people poorly, and could not rationalize, because I worshipped someone who wasn’t able to see clearly themselves.
I prayed at the temple of love and worshipped your name with my tongue. Said it so often it began to soften and soon a song was sung.