A school in Hyannis, Massachusetts that is full of either bisexual/art/drama/musical kids, jocks that play hockey or football, or just chill people that were forced to go there. they also have a terrible reputation of being preppy and rich but the school literally looks and is shit.
by dvproductions64@gmail.com February 10, 2020
An individual who acts and tries to appear as a kind, nice, caring and encouraging person - basically a ‘Saint’ but is the complete opposite.
The person tends to instead be hateful, demotivating others and discouraging others from pursuing a certain profession or activity, therefore a ‘hateful person’ who happens to be ‘hating’.
Hating Saint is an oxymoron and a contradiction where someone who hates on others tries to act as a fake ‘Saint’
The person tends to instead be hateful, demotivating others and discouraging others from pursuing a certain profession or activity, therefore a ‘hateful person’ who happens to be ‘hating’.
Hating Saint is an oxymoron and a contradiction where someone who hates on others tries to act as a fake ‘Saint’
Why are you hating on me for losing weight? Stop being a Hating Saint!
You’re always hating on him/her! Quit being a Hating Saint and instead motivate them to do better
You’re always hating on him/her! Quit being a Hating Saint and instead motivate them to do better
by OrdinaryBloke April 20, 2023
by MR bruno May 27, 2019
A lowkey way to ask someone if they smoke where the people who smoke, get it. and those who dont are just confused
Example 1:
Kid 1: Do you pray to Saint Mary Nicholas ?
Kid 2: Yeahhh, wanna hit my pen?
Example 2:
Kid 1: Do you pray to Saint Mary Nicholas
Kid 3: Huh? Who?
Kid 1: Do you pray to Saint Mary Nicholas ?
Kid 2: Yeahhh, wanna hit my pen?
Example 2:
Kid 1: Do you pray to Saint Mary Nicholas
Kid 3: Huh? Who?
by Luvrophie September 29, 2022
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
The Saint Who Fell
by VIS84 May 29, 2021
A less known gang named The Saints which represent the color dark purple/midnight purple. They are mostly known for usually being hispanic or black. As well as for cruel actions and gore.
by The Purple Saint September 13, 2017
a very amazing school full of sexy students iwho love to steal things like the code of conduct and safeguarding posters
by mr nick anehorny September 13, 2021