The damage had already been done. He saw his sister-in-law’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean, ‘whoa?'” she inquired, with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“Uh…nothing. Just that you’ve…you’re…a bit bigger than the last time I saw you.”
This is the same word as yesterdays. I don’t understand! Maybe I am just going crazy haha. I don’t know. Anyway what can I say about damage? Everyone has been damaged at least once in their life I think. And I know I surely have. It sucks but you just persevere through it and you’ll be okay.
The red textured sofa, stained with use, sat upright at the bottom of the staircase. It’s insides–a skeleton of a mattress folded like an acrobat–already waited forlornly in the garage.
Damage is pain and suffering, damage is hurt. We are all damaged. We all end up damaged, its this that defines us, our damage is the only thing that is constant in our lives. DAMAGED. Damage is the destruction and taunting of the material plane.
i have a lot of damage done to me. everyone does. that’s what makes them them. if you didn’t have any damage you wouldn’t realize all the good things you have. it makes you a stronger person is what i think.
He didn’t react melodramatically. He didn’t break so easily. He’s not fragile the way they are; he’s steel and fire and stone. She hurt him, but instead of lying down and crying about it like I do, he kept walking. I wish I could be like him. I wish I didn’t let people into my life when they shatter at the slightest touch.
damaged goods, heart damage, heart break, natural disasters. your voice is like a hurricane coming in and blowing me away. my heart is the house that gets crushed under you . you may have caused damage but you breaking down my very being allows me to recreate myself. stronger. better. and you won’t break me down next time around.
There are so many irresponsible parents. I hear them swearing at their children, dropping litter and behaving disgracefully. I wish they knew the damage they were doing.
It had a lot to do with it I think. The ‘environment’ as they like to put it. It’s damaging. Broken walls everywhere. No that wasn’t the door missing a stopper. More like a fist brushing past moldy sheetrock. Curse words in full vernacular and completely accessible by the age of six but still only thought of and heard with shaking fear.
we’ll get started again, right here. no we will move this time. there is nothing for us here – there was nothing here to begin with. But, where would we go? we don’t know anyone anywhere else. That is the beauty of it…
She looked at the list of resolutions her son had taped to the wall. Twenty and in college, he still kept old habits. One of them was to never get drunk again. Alas, the same could not be said of his friend who drove.
The most significant damage is emotional and social. people say things and do things that harm others’ feelings, spirit and motivation which lead to more damaging words and actions.
Gosh, how was I ever going to think of an excuse for this? How much could I possibly mess up in one day. If anyone found out about this, I’d definitely get in some big trouble. Damn it.
Damage is that which results when people do not heed what dangers lie before them. It may be the damage that is caused in a relationship when people stray. It may be the damage that is caused in the human body when people do not listen to the warning signs. Damage can result to people, property, relationships, friendships, etc. Damage is that which is left when a negative event occurs and the healing process must begin.
Damage was yesterday’s word. I feel damaged by the idea that I dont have a new word to write about. If damage is important, and I think it is, it’s also important to move forward. To let go of the damage that i”ve caused and that has been thrust on me. It’s time to move forward and to let go of all the damage.
youve done your damage, made it as bad as you could manage. then we cleared up, helped out, bonded despite you. and its all good; you made us stronger and now we’re better and youre left in the dust trying to imagine how me made good from the bad. Success isnt always what you see, darling.
She was damaged.
She didn’t know how it happened, or why… but she had done the one thing that she had promised herself she would never let herself do.
She had trusted a male.
What had made her be so stupid? Her father’s mistakes alone were enough to deter anyone from ever trusting another man… yet she fell for his charm.
She walks among the ruins dragging her feet. Dust, still unsettled, drifts on the wind and as the sunlight catches them, they sparkle, turning the damage and destruction into a surreal glittering landscape.
You never really know how much damage people take during their lifetimes. It seems that some of us are able to hide the damage by passing it off as something else. Others just seem to cave under the presures put upon our fragile forms.
The damage we do to ourselves, to our bodies and to our minds. Can’t we just be happy and content? Is there such a thing?? Is it too boring? Why, why, why???
Debris rained down around you. Your ears rang. Noise slowly returned, muted and echoed.
“What… what happened?” You coughed ash and dust. The world was varying shades of gray. In the distance, you can see the silhouette of a retreating figure.
Is it worth the headache? The overslept wishes? I hear honking of horns, red headed bufoonery. I am in the midst of reckless disregard. I recall the beginnigs of nine years past, all one by one
The damage had already been done. He saw his sister-in-law’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean, ‘whoa?'” she inquired, with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“Uh…nothing. Just that you’ve…you’re…a bit bigger than the last time I saw you.”
This is the same word as yesterdays. I don’t understand! Maybe I am just going crazy haha. I don’t know. Anyway what can I say about damage? Everyone has been damaged at least once in their life I think. And I know I surely have. It sucks but you just persevere through it and you’ll be okay.
Pain. Hurt. Fixable. (potentially) Chistled away. Weakened. Fear. Anxiety. Bandaids. Risk. Impossible to avoid.
Mental damage. Everyone carries his own cross.
physical damage -> mental damage -> physical damage.
The red textured sofa, stained with use, sat upright at the bottom of the staircase. It’s insides–a skeleton of a mattress folded like an acrobat–already waited forlornly in the garage.
Damage is pain and suffering, damage is hurt. We are all damaged. We all end up damaged, its this that defines us, our damage is the only thing that is constant in our lives. DAMAGED. Damage is the destruction and taunting of the material plane.
i have a lot of damage done to me. everyone does. that’s what makes them them. if you didn’t have any damage you wouldn’t realize all the good things you have. it makes you a stronger person is what i think.
He didn’t react melodramatically. He didn’t break so easily. He’s not fragile the way they are; he’s steel and fire and stone. She hurt him, but instead of lying down and crying about it like I do, he kept walking. I wish I could be like him. I wish I didn’t let people into my life when they shatter at the slightest touch.
damaged goods, heart damage, heart break, natural disasters. your voice is like a hurricane coming in and blowing me away. my heart is the house that gets crushed under you . you may have caused damage but you breaking down my very being allows me to recreate myself. stronger. better. and you won’t break me down next time around.
There are so many irresponsible parents. I hear them swearing at their children, dropping litter and behaving disgracefully. I wish they knew the damage they were doing.
It had a lot to do with it I think. The ‘environment’ as they like to put it. It’s damaging. Broken walls everywhere. No that wasn’t the door missing a stopper. More like a fist brushing past moldy sheetrock. Curse words in full vernacular and completely accessible by the age of six but still only thought of and heard with shaking fear.
we’ll get started again, right here. no we will move this time. there is nothing for us here – there was nothing here to begin with. But, where would we go? we don’t know anyone anywhere else. That is the beauty of it…
damage repair . Damage done. Potential Damage. How to avoid doing damage
be aware of the damage done. be aware of damage already done.
Your soul is free to express itself. Font allow your experiences to detract your outcome. Flow freely your are not damaged.
Our home was damage from the impact of the collision, after the truck ran off the road. Fortunately no one was injured in the accident.
damage me damage you damaged goods damaged souls. Qu’elle damage? What’s done in done.
Celebrations can be damaging.
She looked at the list of resolutions her son had taped to the wall. Twenty and in college, he still kept old habits. One of them was to never get drunk again. Alas, the same could not be said of his friend who drove.
Abuse. Screaming. Afraid. Hiding. Ignoring. Continuing. Pretending, Stuffing, Continuing. Enough. Changing. Living.
damage my head why don’t you with all those Christmas adverts and food and hideousness and tinsel and waste. Go on why d
The most significant damage is emotional and social. people say things and do things that harm others’ feelings, spirit and motivation which lead to more damaging words and actions.
Gosh, how was I ever going to think of an excuse for this? How much could I possibly mess up in one day. If anyone found out about this, I’d definitely get in some big trouble. Damn it.
Damage is that which results when people do not heed what dangers lie before them. It may be the damage that is caused in a relationship when people stray. It may be the damage that is caused in the human body when people do not listen to the warning signs. Damage can result to people, property, relationships, friendships, etc. Damage is that which is left when a negative event occurs and the healing process must begin.
Damage can be done to a person or a thing. While damage to an object can usually be repaired, damage to a person is much more difficult to repair.
Damage was yesterday’s word. I feel damaged by the idea that I dont have a new word to write about. If damage is important, and I think it is, it’s also important to move forward. To let go of the damage that i”ve caused and that has been thrust on me. It’s time to move forward and to let go of all the damage.
Broken, in pieces, shattered on the floor. Why can’t I fix it? What can I do?
I always do great damages;
I always think way too much.
What else should I do?
Other than sitting here,
in this old chair,
drinking this hot cup of coffee,
inhaling the bitterness of my own dreams.
A bunch of old forgotten handwritten
letters and a lonely thought:
thursday afternoon.
discipline, assertive, gentleness, kind, positive, honest, joy, optimistic, self-control, pleasant, not sensitive, not too emotional, understanding, delight
youve done your damage, made it as bad as you could manage. then we cleared up, helped out, bonded despite you. and its all good; you made us stronger and now we’re better and youre left in the dust trying to imagine how me made good from the bad. Success isnt always what you see, darling.
Damage comes from storms, avalanches and mean spirited words.
She was damaged.
She didn’t know how it happened, or why… but she had done the one thing that she had promised herself she would never let herself do.
She had trusted a male.
What had made her be so stupid? Her father’s mistakes alone were enough to deter anyone from ever trusting another man… yet she fell for his charm.
Jason surveyed the damage left by the German incendiary bomb. Pieces of chalky brick and blood stained glass littered Piccadilly Circus.
Groups of people crawled out of the ruins to see what was left of their street. Their town. Their state. Everything the eye could see was damaged.
She walks among the ruins dragging her feet. Dust, still unsettled, drifts on the wind and as the sunlight catches them, they sparkle, turning the damage and destruction into a surreal glittering landscape.
You never really know how much damage people take during their lifetimes. It seems that some of us are able to hide the damage by passing it off as something else. Others just seem to cave under the presures put upon our fragile forms.
The damage we do to ourselves, to our bodies and to our minds. Can’t we just be happy and content? Is there such a thing?? Is it too boring? Why, why, why???
Dear love, you are the calm before the store, the calm in the eye of the storm, and the calm after the storm. No matter the damage.
Debris rained down around you. Your ears rang. Noise slowly returned, muted and echoed.
“What… what happened?” You coughed ash and dust. The world was varying shades of gray. In the distance, you can see the silhouette of a retreating figure.
Debris rained down around you.
“What… what happened?” You coughed ash and dust. The world is varying shades of gray.
Is it worth the headache? The overslept wishes? I hear honking of horns, red headed bufoonery. I am in the midst of reckless disregard. I recall the beginnigs of nine years past, all one by one
Damage to the body
To the mind and
To the spirit
Everyone does it
But most refuse
to see it with clear eyes
There’s nothing to do
Yet we strive to show
The damage they inflict
On themselves