She stood gracefully, staring out into the vacant parking lot with envy. This was it. The moment that she had been waiting for. Clara sat down, as gracefully as she had been standing.
“You went with Tori? Huh? So are you just gonna leave me now? You found someone new?”
I blankly stared at her. I didn’t know where she was coming from.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really don’t. Please. Don’t do this.” But my constant mutterings are of no use. It’s not like my reasons, no matter the veracity, helped me the first time. Nor the second. Nor the third. Now all rationality has escaped me. I was knocked out vacant.
she shuffles past the deserted store
“looking for renters”
she remembers the musty books
the creamy iced chai
the look of understanding on
Ms. Vernal’s face when she told her secret
Under the pine tree, there was a deep hollow. Although the residents of the sleepy nearby town weren’t aware of it, this hollow was the symbol of all that was good and right in their country. Though few knew of the hollow, those who did were often inclined to keep the secret for themselves; for there in the hollow lie the purest form of magic, and that is what this story is about.
I think of vacant lots and vacant eyes. Also, vacant apartments. I remember leaving my first apt. on Commonwealth Avenue, sweeping the wood floors and crying for all the growing up I did there.
Moving on to a full life. No vacancy.
Lot. Eyes. Sky. Void. Raven. Spider. The spiderweb crosses the vacant void. The spider dangles. Looking around. With big yellow eyes. Slowly, the spider builds the web. To span the void.
I walked to the closest hotel to see if they had any rooms available. I didn’t think they would have any but to my luck one of the best rooms was vacant.
vacant people rape asian dogs for breakfast while they munch on their dicks and masturbate to the sound of birds chiirping in the distance while dogs eat their eyes out. and he also had a very big penis but he was geyso his mummy kild him xdd smily face
vacant, empty space. my throat is full of everything my mouth cannot say. bundled into a lump and shoved down my throat like a bad joke I have no words like a vacant hotel with no guests
my mind is vacant of thoughts, as the smoke fills my lungs. my chest is vacant of emotions, as I let the nicotine flow through me. I finally feel peace as I take a long drag from the cigarette clenched between my fingers. my lungs are filled once again as I take the last drag. and the smoke swirls around me before fading away. then the thoughts and the emotions come back and the peace is replaced with anxiety until I can slip away from everyone for my next “therapy session”
my head, my thoughts. empty as the page I’ve been staring at for days. the feeling of nothing cannot be shook. how does a vacant room take up so much space?
Empty. Could be a heart. Could be a house. It really depends on the person. For me, I think of a heart. Probably because I am in a romantic relationship currently and just found out that it will be a few more weeks before I can see my boyfriend because we’re both going on vacation. What do you do when you love someone so bad that it hurts to now be around then, and then suddenly your whole world comes crashing down because you’re separated?
A pig’s house after a wolf visit – vacant
Most girls can be left alone in their own rooms – Virginia can’t
Mix the gin into a V8 can
Rotten tomato plants picked clean by eight vagrants
On Valentine’s Day: intertwine with you like valence
That was one word I didn’t want to accept. The vacant look in his eyes, the vacant position he once occupied, the vacant bed. He was gone. My hands were vacant, my heart almost so.
We were at arms’ length, but we couldn’t be any more apart. I find myself pleading, trying to delay the inevitable. His eyes, which used to be longing for me, are now vacantly staring ahead. Maybe he’s looking at an array of possibilities, a blank canvass to start over upon. Suddenly I’m not part of the picture anymore.
Sometimes I think this is the way my social life is. I look around and try to find some one to talk to. Look! James. He doesn’t care much about me. But he nods. So that’s something. Maybe Julian will have a more interesting conversation. But he doesn’t even nod. Why is it that everyone is so bound and determined to stay away from me. At least there’s that girl over there. She always takes time to smile at me.
Empty. Hollow. Something’s missing. I don’t feel your presence anymore, regardless of how close you are. You are no longer my home. And I don’t feel a thing. Vacant.
A vacant hotel room becomes occupied by an old woman with a vacant stare. Her eyes are unfocused, but they fool you into thinking she is gazing at the vacant parking lot. Only now, a red truck rumbles its way to a white stained spot, and the old woman’s daughter, in flannel and a black jacket, trudges toward the inn with her hands deep in her pockets and a tired wad of peppermint gum wandering in her mouth.
She stood gracefully, staring out into the vacant parking lot with envy. This was it. The moment that she had been waiting for. Clara sat down, as gracefully as she had been standing.
“You went with Tori? Huh? So are you just gonna leave me now? You found someone new?”
I blankly stared at her. I didn’t know where she was coming from.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really don’t. Please. Don’t do this.” But my constant mutterings are of no use. It’s not like my reasons, no matter the veracity, helped me the first time. Nor the second. Nor the third. Now all rationality has escaped me. I was knocked out vacant.
It’s okay. It’s just a bruise.
she shuffles past the deserted store
“looking for renters”
she remembers the musty books
the creamy iced chai
the look of understanding on
Ms. Vernal’s face when she told her secret
now, the secret, just like the store, is vacant
Under the pine tree, there was a deep hollow. Although the residents of the sleepy nearby town weren’t aware of it, this hollow was the symbol of all that was good and right in their country. Though few knew of the hollow, those who did were often inclined to keep the secret for themselves; for there in the hollow lie the purest form of magic, and that is what this story is about.
emty nothing gone left bear
black bacon hole black bacon hole black bacon hole black bacon hole black bacon hole black bacon hole
no no no no no no no no no no no no no grumpy cat no no no no no no no
head space brain head head head head head head head head head head head head head head head
when you lock the door on a outhouse it says vacant.
“VACATION”
The motel sign’s flickered up in an unhealthily looking neon pink. This was it. The end. I had found back to where I began.
“He said: Everton are asking around ￡65m for Rom, I think a transfer will be done before the Euros.
I think of vacant lots and vacant eyes. Also, vacant apartments. I remember leaving my first apt. on Commonwealth Avenue, sweeping the wood floors and crying for all the growing up I did there.
Moving on to a full life. No vacancy.
Lot. Eyes. Sky. Void. Raven. Spider. The spiderweb crosses the vacant void. The spider dangles. Looking around. With big yellow eyes. Slowly, the spider builds the web. To span the void.
I walked to the closest hotel to see if they had any rooms available. I didn’t think they would have any but to my luck one of the best rooms was vacant.
our cabin when we’re busy
and our home when we’re away
empty vacation rentals–
it depends on where we stay
vacant people rape asian dogs for breakfast while they munch on their dicks and masturbate to the sound of birds chiirping in the distance while dogs eat their eyes out. and he also had a very big penis but he was geyso his mummy kild him xdd smily face
vacant, empty space. my throat is full of everything my mouth cannot say. bundled into a lump and shoved down my throat like a bad joke I have no words like a vacant hotel with no guests
my mind is vacant of thoughts, as the smoke fills my lungs. my chest is vacant of emotions, as I let the nicotine flow through me. I finally feel peace as I take a long drag from the cigarette clenched between my fingers. my lungs are filled once again as I take the last drag. and the smoke swirls around me before fading away. then the thoughts and the emotions come back and the peace is replaced with anxiety until I can slip away from everyone for my next “therapy session”
my head, my thoughts. empty as the page I’ve been staring at for days. the feeling of nothing cannot be shook. how does a vacant room take up so much space?
Empty. Could be a heart. Could be a house. It really depends on the person. For me, I think of a heart. Probably because I am in a romantic relationship currently and just found out that it will be a few more weeks before I can see my boyfriend because we’re both going on vacation. What do you do when you love someone so bad that it hurts to now be around then, and then suddenly your whole world comes crashing down because you’re separated?
A pig’s house after a wolf visit – vacant
Most girls can be left alone in their own rooms – Virginia can’t
Mix the gin into a V8 can
Rotten tomato plants picked clean by eight vagrants
On Valentine’s Day: intertwine with you like valence
The vacant smells bad and skinky.
empty, old room, old house, haunted house, scary, dark, gloomy, murder, mystery, open house, for sale, dusty, old, sheets, dark, roomy,
That was one word I didn’t want to accept. The vacant look in his eyes, the vacant position he once occupied, the vacant bed. He was gone. My hands were vacant, my heart almost so.
We were at arms’ length, but we couldn’t be any more apart. I find myself pleading, trying to delay the inevitable. His eyes, which used to be longing for me, are now vacantly staring ahead. Maybe he’s looking at an array of possibilities, a blank canvass to start over upon. Suddenly I’m not part of the picture anymore.
Sometimes I think this is the way my social life is. I look around and try to find some one to talk to. Look! James. He doesn’t care much about me. But he nods. So that’s something. Maybe Julian will have a more interesting conversation. But he doesn’t even nod. Why is it that everyone is so bound and determined to stay away from me. At least there’s that girl over there. She always takes time to smile at me.
Empty. Hollow. Something’s missing. I don’t feel your presence anymore, regardless of how close you are. You are no longer my home. And I don’t feel a thing. Vacant.
the room was vacant for the night or day
i have a vacant house and ned is a pussy
the room was vacant, not a sound or word to be heard. complete silence.
i have a vacant room for all my biddies so we can have some fun and ben is a loser ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
the room was vacant after all the people left
i have a couple of rooms at my motel so i have some vacant spaces.
a little gril went to the house and said is anyone home no ones home
there room was vacant for the night, they had to wait for other people to stay a night for too
This is so vacant
the room was vacant for the night.
i started to look for a room but for the longest time i couldn’t find one but finally one was vacant
mybumhole is vacant
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A vacant hotel room becomes occupied by an old woman with a vacant stare. Her eyes are unfocused, but they fool you into thinking she is gazing at the vacant parking lot. Only now, a red truck rumbles its way to a white stained spot, and the old woman’s daughter, in flannel and a black jacket, trudges toward the inn with her hands deep in her pockets and a tired wad of peppermint gum wandering in her mouth.