I have fought for generations, for the simple lives away from my life now. I have fought to find you. But my struggle becomes blind, unitul and empty because nothing can beat what already is, and what is now. We.
We fought for us, for the present, and We can not follow us struggling, the real life is here.
The door slammed causing the little girl to shake. She knew what would come next: voices, loud and angry, loud and hurt, loud, loud, loud. “They’re just words” her brain told her as she buried herself under the blankets. “Yeah,” she told herself “Words are the most dangerous weapon known to humanity”
Fought. It’s a word that tell you something that happened yesterday. It’s in the past, it’s gone. It’s been resolved or enhanced. To have fought a war, to have fought a….
I fought as hard as I could to get to where I am right now. And I am going to continue to fight until I reach my dream. I don’t care how hard it is going to be, I know I just need to make it
i have fought the dragons inside my head, i have nailed those undertakings in the front row of the battles and i have ceased the setting of the sun, for i have triumphed over the weaknesses in me.
I have never fought anyone in my life. Never was much of a fighter. Not really an overly angry type of person. Or violent I guess. I get angry, who doesn’t? But physical harm has never (and I hope not ever) come from my anger towards myself or anyone else. My father has sort of a temper (we’re Italians, shocker) and I guess that’s where I can get it from. I hope not to ever let it get the best of me though.
Miorria fought for her life. Kicking, biting, clawing; anything she could do to get him off of her. She felt him, his hot sweaty body beating over hers. As she felt him finally get off she fought to not cry in pain.
She fought hard, intent on winning, but her feeble fingers didn’t cooperate. When clasps couldn’t connect, she flung her bra across the room. “Maybe tomorrow.”
I have fought for generations, for the simple lives away from my life now. I have fought to find you. But my struggle becomes blind, unitul and empty because nothing can beat what already is, and what is now. We.
We fought for us, for the present, and We can not follow us struggling, the real life is here.
The door slammed causing the little girl to shake. She knew what would come next: voices, loud and angry, loud and hurt, loud, loud, loud. “They’re just words” her brain told her as she buried herself under the blankets. “Yeah,” she told herself “Words are the most dangerous weapon known to humanity”
keep it real yo
beat up yo mama mah nigga. fite me bro ur gonna lose. Im from da hood. Where u at mah bruthu
Behind the church, 12 o clock on sunday
see you there johnny
1v1
vamos
lets go woot
fite me
mothertrucker
Fought. It’s a word that tell you something that happened yesterday. It’s in the past, it’s gone. It’s been resolved or enhanced. To have fought a war, to have fought a….
I fought as hard as I could to get to where I am right now. And I am going to continue to fight until I reach my dream. I don’t care how hard it is going to be, I know I just need to make it
i have fought the dragons inside my head, i have nailed those undertakings in the front row of the battles and i have ceased the setting of the sun, for i have triumphed over the weaknesses in me.
I have never fought anyone in my life. Never was much of a fighter. Not really an overly angry type of person. Or violent I guess. I get angry, who doesn’t? But physical harm has never (and I hope not ever) come from my anger towards myself or anyone else. My father has sort of a temper (we’re Italians, shocker) and I guess that’s where I can get it from. I hope not to ever let it get the best of me though.
Miorria fought for her life. Kicking, biting, clawing; anything she could do to get him off of her. She felt him, his hot sweaty body beating over hers. As she felt him finally get off she fought to not cry in pain.
Was what we should have done.
She fought hard, intent on winning, but her feeble fingers didn’t cooperate. When clasps couldn’t connect, she flung her bra across the room. “Maybe tomorrow.”
I love that
That is worst
They fought for their rights to make rights regular and proper
Coralline mathers (Augustus ex-girlfriend) fought her way thorough brain cancer.
The characters in the book the fault in our stars fought for their life. They didn’t allow cancer to over topple them and ruin their life.