He is still hoping. It was a really beautiful sunset. He always watches it. Sometimes he cries. Sometimes he sighed a really deep sigh.
Then watches her picture in his wallet.
She died a long time ago. She was his one and only love. One lady watches him from afar.
She was wondering why he was there.
Then she looked at the picture of her love.
He died. He took suicide.She loved the sunset.
They used to go here together.
He watched the screen, hoping those numbers would rise. Three days had passed since it started, and only a trickle of results had come in. On the other side of the galaxy, the small probe was transmitting away, measuring the soil of the new planet, savouring the sunlight, tasting the water, assessing the environment as almost perfectly suited to human life. It had succeeded in finding a new home for humanity, but it was having trouble telling them so. The solar storms that necessitated their evacuation from the planet they had called home; – earth, for so many millenia, were scrambling the probe’s signal, as if in some last-ditch attempt to prevent their survival, their escape, – as if the sun wanted mankind to die with it.
hopping to find someone to love and love me back. im so sick and tired of being single. i want to hold hands with someone, have someone text me good morning and good night, do couple things, kiss, cuddle, be silly, buy little gifs, hug,
How to make it stop? This insufferable curse – this, this *hoping*. I can’t bear it. Give me certainties, give me absolutes. But wishing and wanting and desiring and hoping for something to be what it will never be… That is too much.
Hoping is like hopping. You come down after going up. What one moment is an extreme high becomes a depressing low in the next. But it is cyclic. It will rise, it will fall, but the fact of rising and falling is a constant thing. Though the rate of hop(p)ing is not necessarily constant, you can stand firm and know that lows are sandwiched by highs.
I’m hoping everything comes together. I’m hoping hope and faith is all I need; but I know it’s not; and I know I have more than just hope and faith in my arsenal. Sometimes I believe in order to have success, you truly need to suffer. Almost like if you never leave the middle ground, you’ll never have anything to gain. I pray that hope works and hope that prayer matters, because if it does, I’m doing something right. Things are never the same at two instances; I’m only surfacing thoughts that have arisen from my emotion. Emotion is very much subconscious. Everyone’s artwork is different because everyone is different. A person’s artwork correlates and reflects the person’s physical beauty. Certain actions demonstrate patience while others demonstrate shear force upfront. What we lend our time to should be customized to the ideal life that you want. Patience is a type of gooey substance. It sticks like peanut butter. Patience develops a force that becomes a grinding beast of power. Patience cannot be earned by running as fast as you can. Patience is done with a delicate sleight of hand, and an easy breath. writers block isn’t a problem in the mind, It’s a problem in the environment. You need to go on a path that you haven’t yet taken, literally. You have a function, and that is to react to what is around you. Feed the function with new information: new sights, new sounds, new smells, and watch how your sixth sense develops and aligns.
Hoping they wouldn’t find her is all she could do right then. Sam was in the car, a bit weary but forcing his eyelids to stay up to play just a little bit more gameboy. Blissfully unaware of what they were running from. She buried Tim’s gun the night before. Even he he woke up he couldn’t get to them in time. The Sanctuary had come through, they were going to make it.
Hoping for something to happen. Silently crouching at the starting line, waiting for the starting bell to ring. Hoping that at any moment we will be pulled out and no longer have to compete, but still the bell rings. And we hope to win, we hope to learn, and we hope to survive. It is no longer crazy to believe in death, when this is the only real chance we have to die. It is weird to think if you survive this, that you will live forever, watching others around you die by losing this game. So we crouch at the starting line, silently waiting for the bell to sound; for us to see which god dies and which one survives for yet another year.
Im hoping that you make a move or give me a sign. sometimes i think hoping will not help but i cant help but do anything. im hoping i stop thinking about it because im done with hoping and not receiving anything in return, reassurance or an outcome.
The rain fell, rushing and churning and patterning against the trees, the grass, the buildings, and the street. The water flooded, swirled, churned, and overflowed. We watched, as more water than we’d ever seen, more water than we’d ever imagined came churning towards us and we hoped against hope that something would stop it. Mankind wouldn’t — couldn’t. This was an act of God.
hoping feels like falling. your stomach is stuck in your throat, heavy like bread without water. hope is distant.
tangible despite all doubts.
when hope is taken away it is worse than an actual loss.
everything reasonable, and not, is lost.
“The definition of insanity is repeating the same actions expecting a different result.” He knew that, but he was still hoping that this time would be different. It wasn’t. The spell went awry at the same point as always leaving him peppered in pixie dust. On queue the little beasts appeared and mobbed him, knocking him off his feet. It was terribly mortifying.
There was a time when I was still hoping
that time could slow and stop and I could stare
into the past without showing
any emotions that were still there
but alas, it is the way of things
to move on, and on, and on
I stop there, with the thought of you on my mind. Once again I can’t forget that you were once a big part of me. I can’t believe it’s come down to this and that you would actually walk away. But as I sit here waiting for you to call me or stop by, I hope and pray that you will realize what it Is your missing out on.
I hope that I will get good grades.
I hope that I will grow up and get a good job.
I hope that I will make friends.
I hope that my hopes don’t get crushed.
hoping that something could emerge from this feeling that holds everything so close and so tight and everything that everything feels for itself is the same for everyone else. Hoping that something could bring something that something could bring, love is.
Hoping is this, and this is hoping for much more than hoping could bring, everything under the sounds of your hope vibrates with what love is, this hoping emerging from ripples enjoying the thirst for leaving a trace of nobodys fault.
I am hoping and a praying that the sun will shine again. Actually I know it will I just need to put one foot in front the other. No more than that at any moment in time and progress will be made.
she sat waiting. there was no rian outside the window though it occured to her there should be. there alwys was in movies, when the person was waiting, they’d sigh delicately and just as they were about to give up, there would be a knock at the door. she waited. there was no knock.
i was hoping he’d come, but obviously i got my hopes up for nothing. funny thing that is, hope. it makes you think there’s a small chance when there’s absolutely zero, but hope blinds you; hope tears you apart until there’s nothing left of you but sorry and regret. if you ask me, hope is nothing but a lie.
Hoping is useless. Hoping wastes time that could be used for action. Do not hope. Just do what you feel like doing. With enough invested into your present passion, then your desired feature will arrive.
It’s an inspiring feeling to know that one day all of my dreams will come true. It was a hope, not a dream that brought me out of this dark place and every time I think about where I came from, I am more excited about where I’m going to go.
As I lay there on the cold hard wood floor, I had to look into his eyes and take in the fact that this was really happening. In my mind all I could think about was the fact that I could not get away from this. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did. All I could do was hope to God that this would turn out good, that I would be okay after it was all said and done.
she was hoping for a miracle. she stared out the window into the night sky. the stars were out, brighter than ever. they seemed to twinkle with a purpose. they were out there for her, for her wish to become reality. for her miracle. for her life.
I’m really hoping for a lottery win this weekend, it doesn’t have to be the jackpot a few hundred thousand would do. I’d split it between family and friends and then jack in the job and go travelling for a bit. It would be so great to avoid the British weather and soak up some sun.
Asdel had been hoping that this time he would have a kindly master. One that would understand the importance of hard work over wishful thinking.
As Jasaha smiled and wished for jewel lined Lehenga for her wedding, Asdel knew what he had to do and it did not matter if she was kindly or not. She had broken her word to him and now it was his duty to take her life before he moved on to the next place. Perhaps this time there would be wisdom.
“You must have hope-”
“Hoping will not make it so!” I snapped, my voice breaking as I turned away. Tears made my sight blurry but I refused to let them fall; for I was almost queen and, as my mother said, a queen did not cry.
Still, royalty or no, her hand on my shoulder made me bite back a sob. “We will make it through this, Illisen,” she said, her voice low and full of promise.
My mind was racing, this was my i last chance. My heart was hoping that all my work had been worth it. All the preparation would make it work. If not, what else was there in life? Not hope, certainly not.
I hoped, i prayed, i begged that he would come for me. That my love would reach me in time. My feet grazed the edge of the building, the height was dizzying but what had to be done, had to be done. And hoping would not stop it. I fell, the wind rushing through my hair, and as i hit the ground, I was done
I was hoping to see you tonight. Not that I’ve been waiting or anything. It’s just, that, well . . . these things are boring along . . . or if you don’t know anyone. And I’m glad to see you.
Here’s to hoping, really. Hoping that the country will get back on its feet. Hoping that some of its leaders will learn that compassion is stronger than determination and stubbornness. Hoping that a discount beer goes a long way to help those crumpled like paper under a pretty fragile system of governing.
Really, hope is the only thing we can cling to. With hope, we can progress individually. Even if we have to leave the limping politicians by the side of the road.
I was standing on the corner the other day, listening to the honking of the cars around me, the footsteps of the people beside me. Everything felt stagnant though dynamic. I was unsure what any of that meant, but it was definitely making me realize that with all of my hoping, nothing had really changed about me or my life.
I am hoping that this year will turn out to be productive, that my work with the teachers will add value, that I will enjoy myself and that others will too.
Wishing for something new to come out of this bad day
She was wishing for the new person to take her place and to be their when she knew she would pass. She knew it was coming but that didnt stop her from wishing. EVerday she would
He is still hoping. It was a really beautiful sunset. He always watches it. Sometimes he cries. Sometimes he sighed a really deep sigh.
Then watches her picture in his wallet.
She died a long time ago. She was his one and only love. One lady watches him from afar.
She was wondering why he was there.
Then she looked at the picture of her love.
He died. He took suicide.She loved the sunset.
They used to go here together.
He watched the screen, hoping those numbers would rise. Three days had passed since it started, and only a trickle of results had come in. On the other side of the galaxy, the small probe was transmitting away, measuring the soil of the new planet, savouring the sunlight, tasting the water, assessing the environment as almost perfectly suited to human life. It had succeeded in finding a new home for humanity, but it was having trouble telling them so. The solar storms that necessitated their evacuation from the planet they had called home; – earth, for so many millenia, were scrambling the probe’s signal, as if in some last-ditch attempt to prevent their survival, their escape, – as if the sun wanted mankind to die with it.
hopping to find someone to love and love me back. im so sick and tired of being single. i want to hold hands with someone, have someone text me good morning and good night, do couple things, kiss, cuddle, be silly, buy little gifs, hug,
How to make it stop? This insufferable curse – this, this *hoping*. I can’t bear it. Give me certainties, give me absolutes. But wishing and wanting and desiring and hoping for something to be what it will never be… That is too much.
Hoping is like hopping. You come down after going up. What one moment is an extreme high becomes a depressing low in the next. But it is cyclic. It will rise, it will fall, but the fact of rising and falling is a constant thing. Though the rate of hop(p)ing is not necessarily constant, you can stand firm and know that lows are sandwiched by highs.
I’m hoping everything comes together. I’m hoping hope and faith is all I need; but I know it’s not; and I know I have more than just hope and faith in my arsenal. Sometimes I believe in order to have success, you truly need to suffer. Almost like if you never leave the middle ground, you’ll never have anything to gain. I pray that hope works and hope that prayer matters, because if it does, I’m doing something right. Things are never the same at two instances; I’m only surfacing thoughts that have arisen from my emotion. Emotion is very much subconscious. Everyone’s artwork is different because everyone is different. A person’s artwork correlates and reflects the person’s physical beauty. Certain actions demonstrate patience while others demonstrate shear force upfront. What we lend our time to should be customized to the ideal life that you want. Patience is a type of gooey substance. It sticks like peanut butter. Patience develops a force that becomes a grinding beast of power. Patience cannot be earned by running as fast as you can. Patience is done with a delicate sleight of hand, and an easy breath. writers block isn’t a problem in the mind, It’s a problem in the environment. You need to go on a path that you haven’t yet taken, literally. You have a function, and that is to react to what is around you. Feed the function with new information: new sights, new sounds, new smells, and watch how your sixth sense develops and aligns.
Hoping they wouldn’t find her is all she could do right then. Sam was in the car, a bit weary but forcing his eyelids to stay up to play just a little bit more gameboy. Blissfully unaware of what they were running from. She buried Tim’s gun the night before. Even he he woke up he couldn’t get to them in time. The Sanctuary had come through, they were going to make it.
Hoping for something to happen. Silently crouching at the starting line, waiting for the starting bell to ring. Hoping that at any moment we will be pulled out and no longer have to compete, but still the bell rings. And we hope to win, we hope to learn, and we hope to survive. It is no longer crazy to believe in death, when this is the only real chance we have to die. It is weird to think if you survive this, that you will live forever, watching others around you die by losing this game. So we crouch at the starting line, silently waiting for the bell to sound; for us to see which god dies and which one survives for yet another year.
Im hoping that you make a move or give me a sign. sometimes i think hoping will not help but i cant help but do anything. im hoping i stop thinking about it because im done with hoping and not receiving anything in return, reassurance or an outcome.
Hoping he will want me. Hoping I can find love in this lifetime. Hoping I can trust.
The rain fell, rushing and churning and patterning against the trees, the grass, the buildings, and the street. The water flooded, swirled, churned, and overflowed. We watched, as more water than we’d ever seen, more water than we’d ever imagined came churning towards us and we hoped against hope that something would stop it. Mankind wouldn’t — couldn’t. This was an act of God.
Looking down the road with out knowing what is around the bend, hoping it’s him.
Start running….hoping it’s him
looking….it’s him.
hoping feels like falling. your stomach is stuck in your throat, heavy like bread without water. hope is distant.
tangible despite all doubts.
when hope is taken away it is worse than an actual loss.
everything reasonable, and not, is lost.
she’s floating still
distilled
down a river
or lake
you never can tell
maybe she stopped
drinking hoping
there was another way
to cope
hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hopinghoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping hoping
“The definition of insanity is repeating the same actions expecting a different result.” He knew that, but he was still hoping that this time would be different. It wasn’t. The spell went awry at the same point as always leaving him peppered in pixie dust. On queue the little beasts appeared and mobbed him, knocking him off his feet. It was terribly mortifying.
There was a time when I was still hoping
that time could slow and stop and I could stare
into the past without showing
any emotions that were still there
but alas, it is the way of things
to move on, and on, and on
I stop there, with the thought of you on my mind. Once again I can’t forget that you were once a big part of me. I can’t believe it’s come down to this and that you would actually walk away. But as I sit here waiting for you to call me or stop by, I hope and pray that you will realize what it Is your missing out on.
I hope that I will get good grades.
I hope that I will grow up and get a good job.
I hope that I will make friends.
I hope that my hopes don’t get crushed.
hoping that something could emerge from this feeling that holds everything so close and so tight and everything that everything feels for itself is the same for everyone else. Hoping that something could bring something that something could bring, love is.
Hoping is this, and this is hoping for much more than hoping could bring, everything under the sounds of your hope vibrates with what love is, this hoping emerging from ripples enjoying the thirst for leaving a trace of nobodys fault.
I am hoping and a praying that the sun will shine again. Actually I know it will I just need to put one foot in front the other. No more than that at any moment in time and progress will be made.
she sat waiting. there was no rian outside the window though it occured to her there should be. there alwys was in movies, when the person was waiting, they’d sigh delicately and just as they were about to give up, there would be a knock at the door. she waited. there was no knock.
i was hoping he’d come, but obviously i got my hopes up for nothing. funny thing that is, hope. it makes you think there’s a small chance when there’s absolutely zero, but hope blinds you; hope tears you apart until there’s nothing left of you but sorry and regret. if you ask me, hope is nothing but a lie.
Hoping is useless. Hoping wastes time that could be used for action. Do not hope. Just do what you feel like doing. With enough invested into your present passion, then your desired feature will arrive.
It’s an inspiring feeling to know that one day all of my dreams will come true. It was a hope, not a dream that brought me out of this dark place and every time I think about where I came from, I am more excited about where I’m going to go.
As I lay there on the cold hard wood floor, I had to look into his eyes and take in the fact that this was really happening. In my mind all I could think about was the fact that I could not get away from this. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did. All I could do was hope to God that this would turn out good, that I would be okay after it was all said and done.
Everyday it was something new; acceptance, love, peace, or attention. Living through hell. I survived because of my dreams.
she was hoping for a miracle. she stared out the window into the night sky. the stars were out, brighter than ever. they seemed to twinkle with a purpose. they were out there for her, for her wish to become reality. for her miracle. for her life.
I’m really hoping for a lottery win this weekend, it doesn’t have to be the jackpot a few hundred thousand would do. I’d split it between family and friends and then jack in the job and go travelling for a bit. It would be so great to avoid the British weather and soak up some sun.
Asdel had been hoping that this time he would have a kindly master. One that would understand the importance of hard work over wishful thinking.
As Jasaha smiled and wished for jewel lined Lehenga for her wedding, Asdel knew what he had to do and it did not matter if she was kindly or not. She had broken her word to him and now it was his duty to take her life before he moved on to the next place. Perhaps this time there would be wisdom.
“You must have hope-”
“Hoping will not make it so!” I snapped, my voice breaking as I turned away. Tears made my sight blurry but I refused to let them fall; for I was almost queen and, as my mother said, a queen did not cry.
Still, royalty or no, her hand on my shoulder made me bite back a sob. “We will make it through this, Illisen,” she said, her voice low and full of promise.
My mind was racing, this was my i last chance. My heart was hoping that all my work had been worth it. All the preparation would make it work. If not, what else was there in life? Not hope, certainly not.
I hoped, i prayed, i begged that he would come for me. That my love would reach me in time. My feet grazed the edge of the building, the height was dizzying but what had to be done, had to be done. And hoping would not stop it. I fell, the wind rushing through my hair, and as i hit the ground, I was done
I have been hoping all my life for a love that will flourish and grow as I age. Well I believe at 52 I have finally found it.
I was hoping to see you tonight. Not that I’ve been waiting or anything. It’s just, that, well . . . these things are boring along . . . or if you don’t know anyone. And I’m glad to see you.
Do you want a soda?
I am always hoping. hopeful. I am also always worrying. worried. I’d like to be content and present and unfettered.
Here’s to hoping, really. Hoping that the country will get back on its feet. Hoping that some of its leaders will learn that compassion is stronger than determination and stubbornness. Hoping that a discount beer goes a long way to help those crumpled like paper under a pretty fragile system of governing.
Really, hope is the only thing we can cling to. With hope, we can progress individually. Even if we have to leave the limping politicians by the side of the road.
I was standing on the corner the other day, listening to the honking of the cars around me, the footsteps of the people beside me. Everything felt stagnant though dynamic. I was unsure what any of that meant, but it was definitely making me realize that with all of my hoping, nothing had really changed about me or my life.
I am hoping that this year will turn out to be productive, that my work with the teachers will add value, that I will enjoy myself and that others will too.
Wishing for something new to come out of this bad day
She was wishing for the new person to take her place and to be their when she knew she would pass. She knew it was coming but that didnt stop her from wishing. EVerday she would