Adjective: a term used to describe a straight man who listens to Ella Langley like a swiftie does Taylor Swift
My Boyfriend is calling himself an Ella Fella, is he cheating on me,
No he’s like a swiftie but for Ella Langley
No he’s like a swiftie but for Ella Langley
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Joe Biden sported his shit eatin grin and said "Yea, and you shit and fell back in it." Bain Capital does not file as a corporation, they file as a partnership, so their retained earnings are divided between the partners.
Joe Biden sported his shit eatin grin and said "Yea, and you shit and fell back in it." Bain Capital does not file as a corporation, they file as a partnership, so their retained earnings are divided between the partners.
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John: hey wanna go on a date tonight?
Stephany: sorry, i go on a pijama party. Bellas before fellas ^_^
John: hey wanna go on a date tonight?
Stephany: sorry, i go on a pijama party. Bellas before fellas ^_^
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Ex:
*martha has had her foot under her thigh folded for a while*
Martha: that was a good movie!
*marthat stands up*
Martha: ow my foot fell asleep!
*martha has had her foot under her thigh folded for a while*
Martha: that was a good movie!
*marthat stands up*
Martha: ow my foot fell asleep!
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High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
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