After the episode we had I took some time to reflect. It all went by so quickly, I had barely any time to think any of my actions through. When I hurled the vase at him, my mind was a vacum of rage and fury. I can’t believe what he did to me. But I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Not in front of the kids, anyway.
after i answered all of the questions in front of me i began to reminece…although i can’t spell that word… i still did the action, and while i was remembering all the times i had to hold your hand while crossing the street, or all the times we made flowers out of oak tree leaves…i couldn’t get the way i killed you out of my mind, and i began to lick me lips in hunger.
After she left me. What to do after. After everything that has happened she leaves and goes over to his house. I dont feel like her daughter when she leaves me so much to be with him. After she leaves me I eat and read and cry.
Afternoon is sometimes my favorite time of day. You can lay in the sun on your bed and daydream for hours. It is good. It’s also the time when most people start to get the itch to leave work or school. I say do it.
After. Happily ever after. What does it mean? Ever after… Till Death? Death is the after. It’s what happens which ends the story. Is that morbid? My bad. But truthful. The end is the after. And the after is death. SO is there ever a happily ever after? Well maybe if Heaven exists. But then doesn’t paradise soon after become boredom?
after he called me on the phone, i couldn’t think of what to say. he started telling me how wonderful the past few weeks had been, and how much i had been apart of his drastic change. he said that i had touched him in a way that no one else had ever touched him before and that he was well prepared to start a new life and make changes for the better.
after all would it be so bad, she wondered? She’d always wanted a baby, well, always except for all last year. After the miscarrage. But now. Now she’d been rethinkging it. He wouldn’t have been her first choice as a father, but maybe even that wouldn’t be so bad.
it was only now that she understood what happened to her. what went wrong. she didn’t even understand it on a conscious level… it was more like deep in her heart she had realized that it all had fallen apart. it wasn’t that she didn’t love her anymore. it was that the person she loved just wanted to make someone else feel the way her one true love had made her feel.
after the night was over i walked home through the empty streets. nothing but my empty thoughts to keep me company, and i was not disappointed. the cold bit at my feet, numbing the feeling. after a while i was walking on air. only thoughts of leaving. wondering what it would be like after i did.
one word is the way i think about the world. it is dark, adventurous, and sometimes scary. it is how we live. we must live in the moment, and in the word. as if someone speaks to you from a distance, you dont know what to respond, until you ponder. this is why you babble on and on about all your aspects of it.
one day i was sitting at a table and after that i dont reallly rember because it was after i was nocked out and after i went thrugh surgury and after i dided and after i was in hevan and after i met god.
one day i was sitting at a table and after that i dont reallly rember because it was after i was nocked out and after i went thrugh surgury and after i dided and after i was in hevan and after i met god.
Afterwards we all hung around on the sofa thinking it’s best not to discuss what had just happened. Who would want to relive such a thing not five minutes after it occurred, especially on Christmas Day.
Everything was after the last. The fallout, the result, the consequence, the reward. At the beginning, I could not grasp the implications of what happens after. Most people don’t. Death after life. It follows.
“After the ball was over, she took her glass eye out, kicked her false leg in the corner…”
Ron’s drunken warbling was obnoxious.
Stephanie smiled indulgently and plunked another shot glass down on the bar in front of him. He’d had enough vodka that he wouldn’t be able to tell that the next six shots were nothing but water. Most nights Stephanie would feel bad for stealing, but when he was drunk he tipped well, and if she saved him from alcohol poisoning, well, that was his money well spent.
After 3 long days riding my motorbike through the various towns extending out towards my destination, I finally arrived. The destination, as I call it, is not what one would normally think of as a place to arrive at.
After is an amazing concept. That time could ever be one directional is a “fact” that continually boggles both my mind and the mind of Billy Pilgrim. After Billy died, he had already ied before, and he was always dying anyways. And they lived happily ever after.
ever after…after is the result. there’s always an after and you cant be afraid to get there. no matter how, what or when that after comes! after is a new chapter…and you always have after as an opportunity
it’s just after you love you find what illusion is. after is a state of mind, there is no after, just before and the future. after you die there is nothing. after the relation shis is over there is nothing.
After this is all over, I’ll be better. That’s what I keep telling myself. Willl I? Well, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger… right? I’m honestly not so sure. All I can think, after it is all said and done, is of all the wasted nights and days. Wasted time. After… they say hindsight is 20/20.
After the sun goes down and after the moon rises, the beauty of the earth comes to life. The coyotes, mountain lions, raccoon, and skunks take the night and enjoy!
After it was done, when they were both lying there, sweaty and satisfied, she felt him stirring. She could tell what he was thinking. He regretted it. So she moved under the covers, between his legs, and made sure that, despite his regret, she’d be the best he ever had.
After I let you go, my life was empty. I was just a girl, and you were just a boy who didn’t give a damn. I thought I knew you. I thought I knew everything about you. But I was so wrong. You’re nothing to me after what you did.
After I sat down I saw that the nail polish on my desk was shiny, sparkly, and liquid. After I put it on, it looked like crap.
After I took it off my nails felt funny.
It’s odd how things seem different after.
Before it was pretty.
After it was ugly.
I already wrote about after but I will again. After is when the day is done. After is when the man is dead. After this, I will move on. After. The. Next. Word. That still counts as after. When before has passed.
After all has been said,
nothing can be taken back,
only regretted.
After one had fled,
there is no going back,
and you are only left with memories.
After birth, after life, after death.
It’s all the same to me.
after two days I must go out, but what is after? after something, that goes in, goes out, goes in. Let me in. OK, I’m in. After after tommorrow I will see you, that is what I expect to be after
once upon a time there was a girl
she was a little girl
soon she would die
this was a very sad story
to hear about a girl
who was once happy
but now shes dead
its a horrible horrible story
60 seconds is not enough
to tell it
so ill explain
that there is a story
like that
and that maybe i will tell you it some day
after i came home, i sat down thinking about how i might get up. thinking about a cookie, a bagel, all sorts of bread products with hairs in them and you know it wasnt too bad even though i know i wont look back on it that memory with any fondness. it was just a little shaving in a long day in a long week.
After Greg gets here life will be a wonderful change. We will be able to go places and do things together. Since we’ve both been alone for so long, this will be a very pleasant change of lifestyle for both of us.
I’ve never had a soulmate before but in Greg, I think I’ve finally found my match.
after I do this one last thing i will be done-no more unless asked specifically but there is no harm in one last attempt,right? right?
It was good, we were good together. Doesn’t matter that we didn’t end well. What we had? That was good enough.
After the episode we had I took some time to reflect. It all went by so quickly, I had barely any time to think any of my actions through. When I hurled the vase at him, my mind was a vacum of rage and fury. I can’t believe what he did to me. But I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Not in front of the kids, anyway.
after xmas it is all empty boxes, spent wrapping, quiet house, and the wait for the phone call from family too far away
after i answered all of the questions in front of me i began to reminece…although i can’t spell that word… i still did the action, and while i was remembering all the times i had to hold your hand while crossing the street, or all the times we made flowers out of oak tree leaves…i couldn’t get the way i killed you out of my mind, and i began to lick me lips in hunger.
i go to sleep i hope i dream about jeff>..< but he did apolagize
Euphoric, my head was spinning before. Put your roses in my pocket and I’ll guide you some more.
After she left me. What to do after. After everything that has happened she leaves and goes over to his house. I dont feel like her daughter when she leaves me so much to be with him. After she leaves me I eat and read and cry.
Afternoon is sometimes my favorite time of day. You can lay in the sun on your bed and daydream for hours. It is good. It’s also the time when most people start to get the itch to leave work or school. I say do it.
After. Happily ever after. What does it mean? Ever after… Till Death? Death is the after. It’s what happens which ends the story. Is that morbid? My bad. But truthful. The end is the after. And the after is death. SO is there ever a happily ever after? Well maybe if Heaven exists. But then doesn’t paradise soon after become boredom?
the cocktails and you moving to another table. I told that it hurt, but you persisted and I still feel unfinished.
after he called me on the phone, i couldn’t think of what to say. he started telling me how wonderful the past few weeks had been, and how much i had been apart of his drastic change. he said that i had touched him in a way that no one else had ever touched him before and that he was well prepared to start a new life and make changes for the better.
after all would it be so bad, she wondered? She’d always wanted a baby, well, always except for all last year. After the miscarrage. But now. Now she’d been rethinkging it. He wouldn’t have been her first choice as a father, but maybe even that wouldn’t be so bad.
it was only now that she understood what happened to her. what went wrong. she didn’t even understand it on a conscious level… it was more like deep in her heart she had realized that it all had fallen apart. it wasn’t that she didn’t love her anymore. it was that the person she loved just wanted to make someone else feel the way her one true love had made her feel.
after the night was over i walked home through the empty streets. nothing but my empty thoughts to keep me company, and i was not disappointed. the cold bit at my feet, numbing the feeling. after a while i was walking on air. only thoughts of leaving. wondering what it would be like after i did.
one word is the way i think about the world. it is dark, adventurous, and sometimes scary. it is how we live. we must live in the moment, and in the word. as if someone speaks to you from a distance, you dont know what to respond, until you ponder. this is why you babble on and on about all your aspects of it.
one day i was sitting at a table and after that i dont reallly rember because it was after i was nocked out and after i went thrugh surgury and after i dided and after i was in hevan and after i met god.
one day i was sitting at a table and after that i dont reallly rember because it was after i was nocked out and after i went thrugh surgury and after i dided and after i was in hevan and after i met god.
Afterwards we all hung around on the sofa thinking it’s best not to discuss what had just happened. Who would want to relive such a thing not five minutes after it occurred, especially on Christmas Day.
after the new year everything will end. after a two hour drive. after a tearful conversation. after the yelling. after the blaming. after the begging.
Everything was after the last. The fallout, the result, the consequence, the reward. At the beginning, I could not grasp the implications of what happens after. Most people don’t. Death after life. It follows.
“After the ball was over, she took her glass eye out, kicked her false leg in the corner…”
Ron’s drunken warbling was obnoxious.
Stephanie smiled indulgently and plunked another shot glass down on the bar in front of him. He’d had enough vodka that he wouldn’t be able to tell that the next six shots were nothing but water. Most nights Stephanie would feel bad for stealing, but when he was drunk he tipped well, and if she saved him from alcohol poisoning, well, that was his money well spent.
I will cook for tommorow and after that I will watch tv. thats my life now, so fantastic.
After 3 long days riding my motorbike through the various towns extending out towards my destination, I finally arrived. The destination, as I call it, is not what one would normally think of as a place to arrive at.
after or before what can we do there is nothing to do after we can make before but we cant make anything after so ..after means time is passed .
After is an amazing concept. That time could ever be one directional is a “fact” that continually boggles both my mind and the mind of Billy Pilgrim. After Billy died, he had already ied before, and he was always dying anyways. And they lived happily ever after.
ever after…after is the result. there’s always an after and you cant be afraid to get there. no matter how, what or when that after comes! after is a new chapter…and you always have after as an opportunity
it’s just after you love you find what illusion is. after is a state of mind, there is no after, just before and the future. after you die there is nothing. after the relation shis is over there is nothing.
After this is all over, I’ll be better. That’s what I keep telling myself. Willl I? Well, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger… right? I’m honestly not so sure. All I can think, after it is all said and done, is of all the wasted nights and days. Wasted time. After… they say hindsight is 20/20.
After all is said and done, I’ll be stronger?
After the sun goes down and after the moon rises, the beauty of the earth comes to life. The coyotes, mountain lions, raccoon, and skunks take the night and enjoy!
After it was done, when they were both lying there, sweaty and satisfied, she felt him stirring. She could tell what he was thinking. He regretted it. So she moved under the covers, between his legs, and made sure that, despite his regret, she’d be the best he ever had.
After I let you go, my life was empty. I was just a girl, and you were just a boy who didn’t give a damn. I thought I knew you. I thought I knew everything about you. But I was so wrong. You’re nothing to me after what you did.
after this,
… then what?
After I sat down I saw that the nail polish on my desk was shiny, sparkly, and liquid. After I put it on, it looked like crap.
After I took it off my nails felt funny.
It’s odd how things seem different after.
Before it was pretty.
After it was ugly.
I already wrote about after but I will again. After is when the day is done. After is when the man is dead. After this, I will move on. After. The. Next. Word. That still counts as after. When before has passed.
After all has been said,
nothing can be taken back,
only regretted.
After one had fled,
there is no going back,
and you are only left with memories.
After birth, after life, after death.
It’s all the same to me.
after two days I must go out, but what is after? after something, that goes in, goes out, goes in. Let me in. OK, I’m in. After after tommorrow I will see you, that is what I expect to be after
once upon a time there was a girl
she was a little girl
soon she would die
this was a very sad story
to hear about a girl
who was once happy
but now shes dead
its a horrible horrible story
60 seconds is not enough
to tell it
so ill explain
that there is a story
like that
and that maybe i will tell you it some day
after i came home, i sat down thinking about how i might get up. thinking about a cookie, a bagel, all sorts of bread products with hairs in them and you know it wasnt too bad even though i know i wont look back on it that memory with any fondness. it was just a little shaving in a long day in a long week.
After Greg gets here life will be a wonderful change. We will be able to go places and do things together. Since we’ve both been alone for so long, this will be a very pleasant change of lifestyle for both of us.
I’ve never had a soulmate before but in Greg, I think I’ve finally found my match.