A very sacred person.Sacred means something holy like.A saint is a person that is close to god or is very holy.So it basically means Very holy godly person.
by Awuz September 6, 2016
Get the Sacred Saintmug. that school full of kids still pissed that they didn't get into either Don Bosco and Bergen Catholic
Abby: Ew look at that peters kid (Saint Peter's Prep)
Camilla: If they ain't at Bergen or Bosco they're no good
Camilla: If they ain't at Bergen or Bosco they're no good
by Chillinoff February 14, 2022
Get the Saint Peter's Prepmug. Saint's Day, noun.
A day honoring one or more saints. Often used humorously, in recognition of the fact that almost all days are saints days.
A day honoring one or more saints. Often used humorously, in recognition of the fact that almost all days are saints days.
by Malaria Don July 17, 2007
Get the Saints daymug. by sinner3 September 26, 2022
Get the Saint Prestonmug. Ah the classic all girls, saint Mary’s school in Raleigh NC. Where the white bitches wear nothing but tight lulu fits, Sam jackets and golden goose. You can always trust us to share some drama. Where the black girls act white and get offended by almost everything. The summer time consist of wearing booty shorts, crop tops and finished with some pair of 1000$ dollar shoes. The winter consist of sweatpants, a huge sweatshirt, and uggs. But who cares when there’s no boys. Plus, who needs boys when we can just have yours. I can not tell you how many people come to this school on the daily with either a new colored hair, or orange skin from those damn spray tans. We are classier than classy and that’s okay because we basically run Raleigh and we run all the boys. Don’t make us mad because than we’ll just steal your man. We basically own all of ravenscroft, broughton and of course, the all boys brother school, woodberry. So don’t fuck with our guys or you’ll just get you feelings hurt. In order to be at this school, your family has gotta be richer than rich, which is why most of us will probably never work a day in our lives and just live off of our parents money until we get married and drive our kids to their private pre-school everyday in our Matte black Range Rover equipped with black out rims and tinted windows. Only to go back home to our big ass houses while our husbands are at work and have bible study with the girls.
by LillyjohnsonisTIKTOKfamous January 16, 2020
Get the Saint Mary’s Schoolmug. Once on a time, as poets sing
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
by VIS84 May 29, 2021
Get the The Saint Who Fellmug. by Rewsvhyt March 12, 2024
Get the Saint ignatius Wildcatsmug.