US /əˈdɔr, əˈdor/
・UK /ə'dɔ:(r)/
I adore you.
I adore you.
one of my favies and I adore him.
♪ I'm ex-CIA and I go by the shredder, if you date my sis, you better adore her 'cuz she knows my tricks of psychological torture♪
YOU BETTER ADORE HER 'CUZ SHE
carrot, love carrot they adore it. They also like overripe banana, and I also give them a little bit of
They adore it.
I adore this job.
Uh, and, um, and, and I love doing it because as much I adore this job.
Hidden underneath the floor, in the attic of my dreams there's somebody I adore.
In the attic of my dreams is somebody I adore.
Listen, you'll find some lovely, accomplished girl who will love you and adore you and and she's going to make a fine mistress for your fine house, but I wouldn't, all right?
You'll find some lovely, accomplished girl who will love you and adore you,
I think it goes without saying that I absolutely adore plants and today I'm going to be making some new ones.
I think it goes without saying that I absolutely adore plants, and today I'm going to be making some new ones or propagating some plants, and I thought I'd bring you along and show you how I do it.
Thirdly, give madness free reign. Of course, it's not entirely mature to be found sobbing in bed mid-afternoon holding the stuffed camel they gave you seven years ago from a shop at Cairo airport. But let's not compound our losses by an unfair attachment to one's dignity. So write – but try not to send or do – that very long letter outlining to them why they must regret this and then a bit later that other letter saying how much you adore them. Even write the letter you hope they are one day going to send you, filled with phrases like, I'm so deeply sorry, I see now finally how right you were, that you are the only person who can understand me, that I belong to you and to no other.
Fourthly, don't merely hate them. All the kind people around you have naturally tried so hard to convince you that they're no good. And they did of course behave abysmally at times, especially at the end. But in private, celebrate their gorgeousness, idealise them until even you can sense that you've reached some kind of limit to what others bluntly call reality. Adore them with infinite imagination until, eventually, it slowly starts to occur to you that you've lost an often quite annoying, latterly rather selfish human, not a celestial visitor with penetrating intelligence and beautiful hands.
However, anything from a few hours to a few days to a few weeks after, the tricky partner gets back in touch and says a number of extremely powerful things. They adore you. They're so sorry. They want to be with you. You're right. They'll do far, far better next time.
They adore you, they're so sorry, they want to be with you, you're right, they'll do far, far better next time.