shit, didn’t anybody tell you not to look over your shoulder
(the devil makes you do it)
so you took the side mirrors off your sedan
and drove til the cops pulled you over;
tugged down your blouse and cried,
you’d be born again in hollywood
if we could find the highway signs
wearing a july skirt to a september date,
sweetheart david holds your hand under the table
until he slides it onto your inner thigh
and you choose your stage-name then
jezebel
and you don’t look back
(some days will be easier than this)
I saw him run in the golden field as if though, he had no care in the world. I saw him. And it is only I who could because I look through my heart. We are connected. We are one. And I run free with him … to eternity … to a place where everything’s too easy.
OK. EASYGOING. the fact that i started this entry in all caps is probably the least “easygoing” sort of introduction i could have concocted, had i actually concocted it- indeed, it was a complete accident. oh, the spontaneous and trivial ways in which life foils you…..
The easygoing feeling of the night caused her to toe her shoes off and thread her hands through the thick grass. The night air stirred her hem as she stared up at the sky. The stars had no cares, no fears — why should she?
he rolled with the punches. he got along. at least that is what we all thought. we didn’t realize, i guess, that beneath that calm exterior lay a troubled man.
I’m easygoing in nature, let whatever comes happen, but I also worry about everything, often things I can’t control, the future, money, my family. I have a hard time letting go, saying the things I want, understanding the thoughts that cross my mind & the feelings I often can’t explain but experience so intensely. You will in time come to find I’m as complicated as they come.
I walked down the street and seen an old house. It looked abandoned but there was a light on inside. I knocked on the door and heard a knock back. I walked inside to see a devilish figure just standing there. He asks me, “How is life?” I reply, “It’s not as easygoing thanks to you.”
He had an easygoing walk, the sort of amble you can only get when you’ve had years of asphalt under your boots, when you convince yourself that every step does indeed take you away from your troubles and all the things that got you rolling and rambling in the first place. There was the light laughter in his voice, he kept that as his step glided, but when you looked in his eyes, you saw it: the hard, dark part, the part he didn’t like to talk about, the part that turned walking into running.
I think I am a pretty easygoing lady until you make me angry. Then I tend to cry, which most take as a sign of weakness, but really that is just me trying not to explode.
Well, I think that I am pretty easygoing. I mean I go with the flow right? That’s what it means doesn’t it? Easygoing to me means that you just live your life and don’t really care to much about drama and unimportant things.
She was an easygoing girl, which made her easy to like. She was one of those people who just magically seemed to be friends with everyone. It was hard to say if she was really friends with them, though, or if they were just attracted to her like moths were to a flame. She seemed not to worry about it too much, though. Alicia didn’t worry about what people thought of her. That always struck me. She was one of the rare people I’ve ever met who truly found no pleasure in speculating about the thoughts and actions of others.
She had always been easygoing. Always eager to please, always happy and satisfied, no matter what was thrown her way. I smirked. I was definitely going to use that to my advantage. Since she was always eager to please, I had no doubt she would help me; do my dirty work for me.
The best way that I can describe myself is that I am an easygoing person. Nothing, will I allow to get in my way, when live is all about living and doing so abundantly.
He’s lying back in his worn armchair, its hairs prickling and curling like an unshaven face. Fire’s out, condensation’s on his fingers, eardrums screeching, and eye bags bloating. And he’s just lying there in a crumpled, deranged conglomerate. I thought he was dead.
A smile, a laugh. Not worrying at night, staring into the cracked wall, tired but unable to sleep. Not worrying about where you were going, and that was when the car crashed into your bike. After that, how could I smile, how could I laugh, how could I not stare into the cracked wall, tired but unable to sleep?
he walks to and fro about the earth bringing people with him whoever wants to join. Everyone enjoys his company. How could they not. He does what he pleases without a care in the world. He seems to know everything,about everything. Except for authority;hat is one word he does not understand.
im more easygoing now that i was with him, maybe because, you know, i dont have to blame myself for everything anymore.
but he messages me again out of the blue and im so tense it hurts and im not EASYGOING anymore.
dammit im making this word about a past relationship. sorry to be one of those guys. i needed it.
Easygoing isn’t so easy. Sometimes you can’t help but be anything but easygoing. This is a very negative way to be but sometimes its just inevitable. Especially on rainy and gloomy days that never end and dont matter. Id love to be easygoing right now that sounds about right
How funny, she thought, that she could be so easygoing when it came to writing. Write, whatever. Words, whatever. They were her home and they couldn’t hurt her. But out there, where the words were no longer her own and she had no control over how they were used, she remained in constant anxiety and fear.
She laughed and it was contagious to me. It pulled at a small ache in my heart. I envied her happiness and her smile and her easy ways. The way she was able to pull a grin and bare through even the toughest of ventures.
He laughed as though he hadn’t a care in the world. He leaned back onto the hood of the car like he had no burdens. He smiled like he always was happy like nothing could ever be sad. His eyes crinkled, his toes curled. And I envied him.
She breathed like there was nothing on her mind.
She radiated energy with every single move she made.
She spoke life wit her sweet voice.
She was an easy going and free spirited soul.
But her eyes welcomed death, as if she knew there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.
Listen to me go on about myself. Whats going on with you? You were always the easygoing one. The one to lie back and enjoy the scenery even when we were all screaming down with the ship. I don’t remember a singe time you looked concerned.
We would talk for hours. Just telling each other the stories of our lives. It was easy and fun and completely bland. I hated myself for the complacency but could tear myself away. She was my muse and my chain.
I am not an easygoing person. I must have control. I must have you. I won’t casual about this or anything else. I’m upfront about everything and if you don’t like me, tell me, don’t just cheat on me with my best friend.You fucking man-whore
It was just one of those easy going days…..at least that’s what she thought when she started out. But that was before the phone rang. Then everything changed–and it wasn’t for the best.
I wonder if i am as easygoing as i believe i am. I think as i get older i becomes less tolerant of things…I love easygoing people, they are the best. Except when they’re not.
what is it about being easy going? sometimes i don’t understand the nature of this word.
shit, didn’t anybody tell you not to look over your shoulder
(the devil makes you do it)
so you took the side mirrors off your sedan
and drove til the cops pulled you over;
tugged down your blouse and cried,
you’d be born again in hollywood
if we could find the highway signs
wearing a july skirt to a september date,
sweetheart david holds your hand under the table
until he slides it onto your inner thigh
and you choose your stage-name then
jezebel
and you don’t look back
(some days will be easier than this)
I saw him run in the golden field as if though, he had no care in the world. I saw him. And it is only I who could because I look through my heart. We are connected. We are one. And I run free with him … to eternity … to a place where everything’s too easy.
Sometimes i consider myself as easygoing person. Cause i tend to be calm even in a situation wherein everybody is stressed.
Sometimes i consider myself as easygoing person. Cause i tend to be calm even in a situation wherein everybody in stressed and problematic.
OK. EASYGOING. the fact that i started this entry in all caps is probably the least “easygoing” sort of introduction i could have concocted, had i actually concocted it- indeed, it was a complete accident. oh, the spontaneous and trivial ways in which life foils you…..
The easygoing feeling of the night caused her to toe her shoes off and thread her hands through the thick grass. The night air stirred her hem as she stared up at the sky. The stars had no cares, no fears — why should she?
he rolled with the punches. he got along. at least that is what we all thought. we didn’t realize, i guess, that beneath that calm exterior lay a troubled man.
I’m easygoing in nature, let whatever comes happen, but I also worry about everything, often things I can’t control, the future, money, my family. I have a hard time letting go, saying the things I want, understanding the thoughts that cross my mind & the feelings I often can’t explain but experience so intensely. You will in time come to find I’m as complicated as they come.
I walked down the street and seen an old house. It looked abandoned but there was a light on inside. I knocked on the door and heard a knock back. I walked inside to see a devilish figure just standing there. He asks me, “How is life?” I reply, “It’s not as easygoing thanks to you.”
He had an easygoing walk, the sort of amble you can only get when you’ve had years of asphalt under your boots, when you convince yourself that every step does indeed take you away from your troubles and all the things that got you rolling and rambling in the first place. There was the light laughter in his voice, he kept that as his step glided, but when you looked in his eyes, you saw it: the hard, dark part, the part he didn’t like to talk about, the part that turned walking into running.
Everyone should be easygoing. Why isn’t everyone easygoing? Easygoing is the easy way to go.
Michael
Is able to play
Michael
in
“Michael”.
But
Michael
is able to play
Michael
in
“Michael”
Only by looking at
Michael
in
“Michael”
’cause
Michael
is monk-monkey
with the key on his neck
to his
Miss-Tary Tapu Tar Err
Severely obvious
In no scent
That hat is true to rue as rouge
I think I am a pretty easygoing lady until you make me angry. Then I tend to cry, which most take as a sign of weakness, but really that is just me trying not to explode.
He was such an easygoing character. He always had time for everyone and nothing was too much trouble for him. Such a good heart.
Well, I think that I am pretty easygoing. I mean I go with the flow right? That’s what it means doesn’t it? Easygoing to me means that you just live your life and don’t really care to much about drama and unimportant things.
easygoing
easy going
going easy
ease of going
go to ease
go
She was an easygoing girl, which made her easy to like. She was one of those people who just magically seemed to be friends with everyone. It was hard to say if she was really friends with them, though, or if they were just attracted to her like moths were to a flame. She seemed not to worry about it too much, though. Alicia didn’t worry about what people thought of her. That always struck me. She was one of the rare people I’ve ever met who truly found no pleasure in speculating about the thoughts and actions of others.
She had always been easygoing. Always eager to please, always happy and satisfied, no matter what was thrown her way. I smirked. I was definitely going to use that to my advantage. Since she was always eager to please, I had no doubt she would help me; do my dirty work for me.
The best way that I can describe myself is that I am an easygoing person. Nothing, will I allow to get in my way, when live is all about living and doing so abundantly.
he flips the top of his hat. crosses his legs and reclines. today is e e easy. today is just fine. today is to enough to do nothing at all.
I watched as he relaxed back into his chair, totally ignoring the exam in front of him and the clock ticking down insistently.
He’s lying back in his worn armchair, its hairs prickling and curling like an unshaven face. Fire’s out, condensation’s on his fingers, eardrums screeching, and eye bags bloating. And he’s just lying there in a crumpled, deranged conglomerate. I thought he was dead.
A smile, a laugh. Not worrying at night, staring into the cracked wall, tired but unable to sleep. Not worrying about where you were going, and that was when the car crashed into your bike. After that, how could I smile, how could I laugh, how could I not stare into the cracked wall, tired but unable to sleep?
moves like a gentle hill,
never bites,
presses against my side affectionately.
this horse will be remembered.
he walks to and fro about the earth bringing people with him whoever wants to join. Everyone enjoys his company. How could they not. He does what he pleases without a care in the world. He seems to know everything,about everything. Except for authority;hat is one word he does not understand.
She breezes right by
laughing
as per usual
sunshine hair
blue sky eyes
not that she doesn’t have cares
she just doesn’t dwell on them
im more easygoing now that i was with him, maybe because, you know, i dont have to blame myself for everything anymore.
but he messages me again out of the blue and im so tense it hurts and im not EASYGOING anymore.
dammit im making this word about a past relationship. sorry to be one of those guys. i needed it.
Easygoing isn’t so easy. Sometimes you can’t help but be anything but easygoing. This is a very negative way to be but sometimes its just inevitable. Especially on rainy and gloomy days that never end and dont matter. Id love to be easygoing right now that sounds about right
How funny, she thought, that she could be so easygoing when it came to writing. Write, whatever. Words, whatever. They were her home and they couldn’t hurt her. But out there, where the words were no longer her own and she had no control over how they were used, she remained in constant anxiety and fear.
She laughed and it was contagious to me. It pulled at a small ache in my heart. I envied her happiness and her smile and her easy ways. The way she was able to pull a grin and bare through even the toughest of ventures.
He laughed as though he hadn’t a care in the world. He leaned back onto the hood of the car like he had no burdens. He smiled like he always was happy like nothing could ever be sad. His eyes crinkled, his toes curled. And I envied him.
She breathed like there was nothing on her mind.
She radiated energy with every single move she made.
She spoke life wit her sweet voice.
She was an easy going and free spirited soul.
But her eyes welcomed death, as if she knew there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.
Listen to me go on about myself. Whats going on with you? You were always the easygoing one. The one to lie back and enjoy the scenery even when we were all screaming down with the ship. I don’t remember a singe time you looked concerned.
We would talk for hours. Just telling each other the stories of our lives. It was easy and fun and completely bland. I hated myself for the complacency but could tear myself away. She was my muse and my chain.
He was an easygoing lad, unlike the others, he was independent, with a bit of a rebel streak. It would show in his songs, and his performance of them.
I am not an easygoing person. I must have control. I must have you. I won’t casual about this or anything else. I’m upfront about everything and if you don’t like me, tell me, don’t just cheat on me with my best friend.You fucking man-whore
It was just one of those easy going days…..at least that’s what she thought when she started out. But that was before the phone rang. Then everything changed–and it wasn’t for the best.
I wonder if i am as easygoing as i believe i am. I think as i get older i becomes less tolerant of things…I love easygoing people, they are the best. Except when they’re not.