Cooking
One day I cooked a potion . I'll tell you it was some kind of lotion . Whilst I was cooking . I thought no one was looking . So I carried on cooking . Still with no one looking .
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One day I cooked a potion . I'll tell you it was some kind of lotion . Whilst I was cooking . I thought no one was looking . So I carried on cooking . Still with no one looking .
#sundayrepost Come taste what I can taste. A feast so delightful it will tickle all your taste buds. More substantial than any all you can eat. Come sing what I can sing.
I want to astro travel, See whats out so far. I want to leave these hassles, And shoot about with stars. I long for a life so simple, A place where I can rest.
And eleven seagulls flew, One for every day I knew You would think of me, and do The things we said we'd do At 7am each morning.
My sister Caitlin My sister Caitlin is very lazy But you’ve got to admit she’s extremely crazy.
#prayerhands #projecthumanity A spark, A spark Within the dark An ember glowing on the hearth, Awaiting care, A breath of air, To fan a flame that all can hark.
What's your name.
200 quotes of randomness, 200 quotes of pain. 200 quotes of sunshine, 200 quotes of rain. 200 quotes of love, 200 quotes of hate. 200 quotes of life, 200 quotes of fate.
we wrote it then, why repost it again. then people of that time read it and maybe understood the rhyme, is the repost a beg for likes. we must read the old, not "repost" that which has been cold.
The past, is the past. Nothing stays the same. Only so long things can last. And then will come the change. People come and go, Many different names.
My mind is always running But filled with empty thoughts Need some new equations See the battles fought Mind over me and you and us That's what I see That's all I see I don't know how To self...
Apollo, god of the sun hear my plea Make the sun shines in England like it's shining on me Filled with joy under your heat On this ground I plant my feet I light this golden candle under you...
The day the grey went away, 'Twas an eve of indigo blue. The moon was alight and the stars were ablaze. I stood and watched with you. The day the grey went away It was a breathtaking moment.
Fuck off winter I think we've all had enough I just want some sun, this weathers really rough Snow, rain and wind, it's freezing fucking cold I can't handle this weather, I think I'm getting old I...
P retty winter wonderland. I s what I can see today. C old but still heartwarming. T akes my breath away. U nderneath a greying sky. R iverbanks are frozen, white. E ven though the water's flowing.
A lions pride. Is as strong as a bright blue sky. With no fears. Or doubts. They go straight ahead. "Into the fire!" They said. With manes as loud as the sun. With a face as passionate as one.
Trouble is as trouble does. Trouble is I have trouble enough. Trouble doubled when dealing in love. Is troubling when doubled because. A trouble doubled is a trouble too much.
#fridayfun Traces of me lay bare Elevated, unaware Empirical nuances -filter through You rarely notice, it's cruel By@yikici You've grown immune to my needs, watching as destruction plants it's...
#acrostic. Surreptitious in my post. Compunctious in my boast. Rambunctious in leisure Unpretentious by nature. Mischievous by any measure. Propitious full of grace. Torturous in your face.
When you can only describe a day as mellow You know it must be like yellow. Like honey, sticky and sweet. Like chocolate, a rich, creamy treat. Like a fireplace glowing bright.
By Gemma Doyle. Animals [part of life, balance of life]. Beauty [sometimes on the outside more importantly the inside]. Color [another perspective we see in].
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#myfavouriterepost Dusted down, tweaked and with four new lines My bloody OCD's invading every single day Got this affliction on the cheap, but boy, it makes me pay Invited to a party, we're ready...
#myfavouriterepost. #lastoneipromise. I absolutely loathe. My imagination right now. It's the catalyst that fuels. My nightmares and self doubt. It's the artist that paints.