That’s such a long word to type. If you don’t have typing training, it could very well take you your whole minute to type “distinguished” and spell check it. Talk about exclusion.
The distinguished gentleman walked down the street with an air of grace, all admired, although inside he was tired, all he wanted was to have someone understand as he cried.
With his cropped grey hair and Armani suit he played the role of distinguished gentleman well. He charmed her. Wined and dined her. The almost twenty year age gap never phased her. He was her world, she was his princess.
t was something little that goes a long way. it was something that her parents had taught her, told her about. And after all these years when she didnt see it, she knew something was missing. It is what distinguished the ordinary guy from the one that you knew was special. He seemed to know what to do in the little ways, how to take care of a woman.
He wears a suit, his dark hair clipped short. She eyes him from her spot at the juice bar, wondering if he’d ever look at her. Look at her ratty old jeans and the mascara that’s probably smudged under her eyes if she knows herself well enough. She rests her chin on her palm and sighs.
Because he’s beautiful, and distinguished and- And he turns his head and smiles at her, dark eyes crinkling at the corners.
She had strong features, defined, distinguished. She was a butterfly, floating from task to task, beautifully, and everywhere she went a bit of her pure joy rubbed off on those that surrounded her. I miss those days. Now she drags her feet, under the solid arm of the man she thought would be her Prince Charming.
She was a distinguished author but no one noticed when she came into the room. She hoped the evening would be better than the last event of this sort she had attended. Why had she let her publisher push her into these things? Judith smiled at the attendant at the door.
god. Man. those are who think they are can be who they want to be. Those who stand out are who people see. Those who want to do something great. What we all strive for. Originality.
distinguished is a high class word. People use it to describe people of status. The president, the pope, great orators and the likes. “He’s a distinguished figure in society.” who cares?
Distinguished is such a funny word. It makes me think of people in ridiculous ruffled neck things and tights and beards that are curled at the end. I’d rather be absolutely ridiculous than be a distinguished gentleman anyday
He looked fine in his dress clothes, a real gentleman. But you could tell he didn’t belong. Malcom Reynolds could pull of near any role but distinguished was not one of them. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Inara stared at his outstretched hand and thought, “Well, a dance would be just fine, as long as he’s just playing.”
The distinguished gentleman stepped off the el platform and onto the train just before it began to move away from the station. He removed his hat, sank down into the hard chair, and began to relax for the first time that day.
The look on their faces as you walk through the crowd – it’s appealing. They hadn’t realized how freaking amazing you are. How brilliant, until just now. They always saw you as some backwoods trash. Some little boy. And now? Now you’re parading and they’re expected to bow to you. Their faces are twisted in shock. Most of them are horrified at what they do before you.
And you’re laughing to yourself, because no matter how wonderful, how distinguished, how exalted you appear on the outside, inside you’re still the rule-breaking child-hearted you’ve always been.
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Can you distinguish between us? Am I Tom or am I Tim? Can’t tell? I didn’t think so. That’s the problem of being twins. You don’t get your own identity. People always confuse you with someone else.
“Oh hi. I haven’t met you before. What’s your name?”
“Hi Brandon, I’m Haley. We’ve met twice before and you didn’t remember me the last time either.”
“Oh my I am so sorry.”
“Whatever. This happens all the time. I’m not rememberable, or distinguished. I’m invisible.”
I know there were others before me. All I wanted was to be distinguished from them. I wanted you to love me for who I am. I did not want to be compared to the ones you had before.
HIs heart puffed with pride as he jogged up the stage. I glared at the grinning man as he took his place at the podium. Huffing a sigh, i slid farther down into my seat. The fabric was scratchy but no one else at the conference seemed to care. They were ALL so happy to see him.
Walking through the financial district with hip-bags and briefcases, theses young men strive for success. I can see through their white shirts and the thinly pressed undershirts. I can only hope the characters they have become means something more to themselves than they mean to me. Success varies.
he was a distinguished gentleman, this i was sure. he wore a blue tie and polished shoes and his hair was always a bit out-of place, but still sophisticated. he had half the girls in school crushing on him, despite the fact that he was fifteen years older than they were.
he leaned over the desk and said, “I suppose we should talk about your punishment.”
I cringed. that’s what made me hate him so much.
Distinguished? Really? No one is fucking distinguished anymore. We’re all just animals, living to die. Find me one distinguished person, and I’ll show you a million distinguished souls, lost to eternity.
Our distinguished guest is…not going to be here tonight. Unfortunately there has been a recent outbreak of extreme weather and the guest of honor is missing in action. No one knows when he will be able to make it but just sit back and enjoy the refreshments and hopefully he can get here soon. Thank you for your cooperation.
i saw a distinguished man today. he tipped his hat as he called me a beautiful lady. i wanted to reply to his kindness but that sort of acknowledgment was considered forward and mamma would never forgive me.
i’d always thought he was a distinguished figure in society. with his fancy suits. expensive cars. pretty wive. until we saw him fall out of the bar that night. hair drenched in sweat. two prostitutes slinking down to the alley way with him. and my thoughts of “distinguished” changed. forever.
the man seemed very stately, very distinguished. but his eyes something about his eyes made joan uneasy. he strode towards her figure huddled in the corner, his cane made a thud, thud with every step. with a great laugh, he slapped her across the face
i am a distinguished person. but not really. not yet anyway. what have i done to achieve any sort of status in my life? nothing but party, drink and sleep it all away. sometimes i think i’ll get somewhere in life. i’m still getting my shit together, but i feel like i’m on the path. on the path to being somewhere. on the path to being “distinguished” as someone would say. using that word makes me feel like a pompous douche.
A fire can be distinguished, as can a gentleman. But in quite different ways. Interesting, no? I think of a blazing fire and a sharp pinstripe suit with salt and pepper hair and a pipe.
“Haw haw haw haw haw haw haw,” he said, or, at least that’s what I heard him say. He was a posh, inbred, upperclass twit of the highest order, and I wanted to smack his sallow face.
my fiancee wants to be a distinguished old gentleman with a handlebar mustache.
That’s such a long word to type. If you don’t have typing training, it could very well take you your whole minute to type “distinguished” and spell check it. Talk about exclusion.
The distinguished gentleman walked down the street with an air of grace, all admired, although inside he was tired, all he wanted was to have someone understand as he cried.
With his cropped grey hair and Armani suit he played the role of distinguished gentleman well. He charmed her. Wined and dined her. The almost twenty year age gap never phased her. He was her world, she was his princess.
t was something little that goes a long way. it was something that her parents had taught her, told her about. And after all these years when she didnt see it, she knew something was missing. It is what distinguished the ordinary guy from the one that you knew was special. He seemed to know what to do in the little ways, how to take care of a woman.
He wears a suit, his dark hair clipped short. She eyes him from her spot at the juice bar, wondering if he’d ever look at her. Look at her ratty old jeans and the mascara that’s probably smudged under her eyes if she knows herself well enough. She rests her chin on her palm and sighs.
Because he’s beautiful, and distinguished and- And he turns his head and smiles at her, dark eyes crinkling at the corners.
She had strong features, defined, distinguished. She was a butterfly, floating from task to task, beautifully, and everywhere she went a bit of her pure joy rubbed off on those that surrounded her. I miss those days. Now she drags her feet, under the solid arm of the man she thought would be her Prince Charming.
She was a distinguished author but no one noticed when she came into the room. She hoped the evening would be better than the last event of this sort she had attended. Why had she let her publisher push her into these things? Judith smiled at the attendant at the door.
god. Man. those are who think they are can be who they want to be. Those who stand out are who people see. Those who want to do something great. What we all strive for. Originality.
distinguished is a high class word. People use it to describe people of status. The president, the pope, great orators and the likes. “He’s a distinguished figure in society.” who cares?
Distinguished is such a funny word. It makes me think of people in ridiculous ruffled neck things and tights and beards that are curled at the end. I’d rather be absolutely ridiculous than be a distinguished gentleman anyday
He looked fine in his dress clothes, a real gentleman. But you could tell he didn’t belong. Malcom Reynolds could pull of near any role but distinguished was not one of them. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Inara stared at his outstretched hand and thought, “Well, a dance would be just fine, as long as he’s just playing.”
The distinguished gentleman stepped off the el platform and onto the train just before it began to move away from the station. He removed his hat, sank down into the hard chair, and began to relax for the first time that day.
The look on their faces as you walk through the crowd – it’s appealing. They hadn’t realized how freaking amazing you are. How brilliant, until just now. They always saw you as some backwoods trash. Some little boy. And now? Now you’re parading and they’re expected to bow to you. Their faces are twisted in shock. Most of them are horrified at what they do before you.
And you’re laughing to yourself, because no matter how wonderful, how distinguished, how exalted you appear on the outside, inside you’re still the rule-breaking child-hearted you’ve always been.
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Men’s skin is 20% thicker than woman’s skin because it’s richer in collagen and elastin
Can you distinguish between us? Am I Tom or am I Tim? Can’t tell? I didn’t think so. That’s the problem of being twins. You don’t get your own identity. People always confuse you with someone else.
“Oh hi. I haven’t met you before. What’s your name?”
“Hi Brandon, I’m Haley. We’ve met twice before and you didn’t remember me the last time either.”
“Oh my I am so sorry.”
“Whatever. This happens all the time. I’m not rememberable, or distinguished. I’m invisible.”
I know there were others before me. All I wanted was to be distinguished from them. I wanted you to love me for who I am. I did not want to be compared to the ones you had before.
Gray hair, neatly combed, lined knowing smile that reached to his eyes and beyond… My grandfather hated your granddad’s distinguished guts.
is making yourself a successful known individual
The man in the suit walked up to the tank. He slid his fingers over the rusted chasis, and tapped twice on the hull.
“Which year did you salvage this from?”
“1609”
“Funny, I assumed they didn’t have tanks back then.”
“The machine messes with the flow. You know that.”
HIs heart puffed with pride as he jogged up the stage. I glared at the grinning man as he took his place at the podium. Huffing a sigh, i slid farther down into my seat. The fabric was scratchy but no one else at the conference seemed to care. They were ALL so happy to see him.
one emotion can hardly be distinguished from the other.
my heart is a cluttered mess. and god knows where my mind is.
when did i fall back into this?
I was once was a distinguished guest
at an afternoon late tea
where saucers where not of china best
but from another galaxy
“I said, that’s quite enough, Jensen. Now cease and desist or I’ll…”
“Or you’ll do what?”
A deep, sonorous, distinguished voice resonated throughout the ether, “You don’t want to know ‘what’, son. So how’s about you just settle down a bit.”
This new twist caused Jensen a moment of pause.
Walking through the financial district with hip-bags and briefcases, theses young men strive for success. I can see through their white shirts and the thinly pressed undershirts. I can only hope the characters they have become means something more to themselves than they mean to me. Success varies.
he was a distinguished gentleman, this i was sure. he wore a blue tie and polished shoes and his hair was always a bit out-of place, but still sophisticated. he had half the girls in school crushing on him, despite the fact that he was fifteen years older than they were.
he leaned over the desk and said, “I suppose we should talk about your punishment.”
I cringed. that’s what made me hate him so much.
Distinguished? Really? No one is fucking distinguished anymore. We’re all just animals, living to die. Find me one distinguished person, and I’ll show you a million distinguished souls, lost to eternity.
Our distinguished guest is…not going to be here tonight. Unfortunately there has been a recent outbreak of extreme weather and the guest of honor is missing in action. No one knows when he will be able to make it but just sit back and enjoy the refreshments and hopefully he can get here soon. Thank you for your cooperation.
You strive to be better than the rest, to make a name for yourself.
Or at least that’s what she tells you. She wants you to think big and do great things. And of course you would want that–who doesn’t?
But it’s all you’ve ever known, and you’ve never been told differently.
Something about all this has started to sound familiar.
i saw a distinguished man today. he tipped his hat as he called me a beautiful lady. i wanted to reply to his kindness but that sort of acknowledgment was considered forward and mamma would never forgive me.
Distinguished in my own mind, absolutely.
But reality sings quite another tune.
One of
Messy “ness”
Unrefinement
An oh so commonly ordinary existence
Reality shouts out, “you are FAR from distinguished”
” you shall always be commonly ordinary”.
Nothing special nothing refined.
Simply you.
Is that okay?
The man in the dark brown leather coat looked distinguished as he sipped his coffee in the middle of the room.
I don’t know how told she was, but her salt-and-pepper curls suggested she was at least twenty years my senior. I couldn’t care less. I wanted her.
i’d always thought he was a distinguished figure in society. with his fancy suits. expensive cars. pretty wive. until we saw him fall out of the bar that night. hair drenched in sweat. two prostitutes slinking down to the alley way with him. and my thoughts of “distinguished” changed. forever.
the man seemed very stately, very distinguished. but his eyes something about his eyes made joan uneasy. he strode towards her figure huddled in the corner, his cane made a thud, thud with every step. with a great laugh, he slapped her across the face
i am a distinguished person. but not really. not yet anyway. what have i done to achieve any sort of status in my life? nothing but party, drink and sleep it all away. sometimes i think i’ll get somewhere in life. i’m still getting my shit together, but i feel like i’m on the path. on the path to being somewhere. on the path to being “distinguished” as someone would say. using that word makes me feel like a pompous douche.
I distinguished myself in the field of science, by discovering the soul, that is in an empirically verifiable manner. The
A fire can be distinguished, as can a gentleman. But in quite different ways. Interesting, no? I think of a blazing fire and a sharp pinstripe suit with salt and pepper hair and a pipe.
“Haw haw haw haw haw haw haw,” he said, or, at least that’s what I heard him say. He was a posh, inbred, upperclass twit of the highest order, and I wanted to smack his sallow face.