And they knelt at the alter, and praised Him. For He is of the most high. Never before had they been to a place such as this. The temple walls rose up around them.
I altered the photo, but just a little bit. I cut her out of it. I didn’t want to see that slimy greasy face anymore. It left just the two of us, me and Michael, looking at the camera with a ghost arm around our shoulders, and a big gap to our right. Pretty fitting, I thought. I framed it like that, to remind myself.
i will never alter myself for another human being. like me as i am. I can’t change what i am or who I want to be. I am what i am. (to quote the jonas brothers) Alternate universes are cool too<3 lolz this is fun
To change something. Is it not upsetting that we must change things? Why do we need to alter anything. Would it not be nice to be in a state of perfection, nothing needing to be altered? We shouldn’t have to alter people. Wedding dresses must be altered.
I didn’t want to go. It was late and the rain poured into the gutters like a deluge of quicksand. I could alter my schedule but that would fuck everything up. I decided to call John and get him to telep
Change you life. Change the way people treat you. Don’t take less than you deserve from anyone. Change the way you think about you, it’s the only way to move forward. Alterations are made every day, small, almost untraceable. Make the big ones count. Make sure you can take care of yourself afterward, because no one–not one single person–will do it for you. You know that. The changes are to move forward. Do it.
ouais t’es une fille grilée, on a capter ton vice, c’est à tes risques et périls.
T’es pas une fille sage, t’as l’âme sale, les sentiments pour toi sont des détails.
ouais t’es une fille grillée, on a capté ton vice, c’est a tes risques et périls.
les sentiments pour toi sont des détail.
ton égoisme narcissicme me donne envie de te tucider a coup de poinçon.
Alterations were a pain. Sure, she had gained some pounds in the past month; it was Christmas season! The world should have expected this! but it didn’t, and she was left with the humiliating taste of taking in her wedding dress to the tailor’s to be altered.
“So that makes you sort of my alter ego?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes in disbelief.
“No,” he replied. “I am an entity in my own right.”
“But you said that you were my higher self.”
“I said that it was ONE way of describing me. Words are very limiting. They do not adequately describe concepts. That flow chart you took from the door back there would explain it better.” He nodded toward my pocket.
i alter the way i think. i alter the way i act. i alter the way i speak. i alter the way others see me. i alter the way i listen. i alter the things i like. yet, no matter how hard i try, i cannot seem to alter the way i still feel about you…
Alter the world. Alternate everything you once loved or believed in. Would it mean that you don’t love or believe in it anymore? Most would think yes, but maybe it was altered for the better. Who knows? Why does change always have to be bad. Why do we have to think of everything that is out of the norm as bad. We shouldn’t, but we do. It’s instinct. In order to get over this, we must alter our minds.
I stared in the mirror at myself. I lightly pulled at my own, long hair. Poked around my face. Blinked a few times to make sure all of this was real. I didn’t look like myself. I couldn’t possibly be who the mirror was portraying. It must have been my alter ego. She slipped into the mirror and glared back at me. Yes! That’s it! My alter self, my alter ego, was trying to make me believe I was her. But I was me. So I slipped out of the bathroom silently and never looked at that mirror again. I figured my alter ego would follow me into ever mirror available.
Mostly when I see “alter” I think about drugs, like Marijuana or Ecstacy. These alter your mind’s state until one achieves a sort of high, making you act like a crazy person, or fall asleep earlier, or maybe even treat your illnesses and chronic pain problems. They’re good things, really. They should be made legal.
to change. But why? I like my life, my family. Well, maybe it because I have always been eager to alter my life to the circumstances. Altering is the spice of life.
You’ve altered my life in ways unimaginable. You’ve forced me to step out of my comfort zone, and in doing so, to be changed inexplicably and most wonderfully. You are beautiful and amazing and lovely and I never want to lose you. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for. I love you.
Alter. To change or modify. I think this word makes people a bit nervous sometimes. As humans, we often don’t appreciate change or alteration or modification as a challenge. We feel threatened, scared, and eventually give in to the urge to adapt.
Alter ego. I became something completely and utterly distant. with no words to describe or express who or what was inside of me… who was making the decisions now… Me or you? I became a simple shell, filled with nothingness. filled with despair in not knowing who or what I am.
It often does not seem like I can alter the course I’m on; others make choices and decisions and take action that send me in different directions, but when I’ve been pushed past a fork and want to change to the road I missed, I never seem to be able to do anything but continue drifting down the unwanted path.
“alter” is not the same as “altar.” An Altar is where people go to worship some higher power who the question of their existence could be life-altering. To stand on the altar and let the priest give you away to a ceremony that will alter your life is something I’m afraid I could never appreciate doing.
alter means to change something. when you alter something it should become better. My fast typing skills need altered because I am making quite a few mistakes because my moms desk sucks and the keyboard is not in the right spot. This is fun.
Nation. America, the country of plastic surgery and body piercings. Well, maybe not the only one, but you get the idea. People suffering for beauty is something not unheard of here, even though fast food is our forte.
Alter is a word usually used in lame-ass fantasy novels; think of alter ego’s. Most Mary Sue-characters seem to have an alter ego that is in someway more evil, more gorgeous, or generally more kick-ass than the ‘normal ego’ of that person – and more awesome than any other character in aforementioned lame fantasy book.
each decision can alter the entire course of your life.
like a car depends on one swift tug to a steering wheel in order to avoid a crash, your life depends on your choices.
To alter someone or something isn’t the right of another person. For example, altering people or things must be the choice of the person the altering is being done to. The decision must be based on whether or not that alter is morally right or wrong. But then again, “morally right” can be loosely interpreted depending on the person. I suppose altering people or things is really just based on chance.
To alter something isn’t a right of another. I don’t think it’s ever the right of another to alter someone or something. Shouldn’t people be able to choose? I don’t know. I mean, for example. People use alcohol or cannabis to alter their reality or their personality. But is this morally right? Why can’t a person be satisfied with reality? Is reality too mundane for some people? I suppose they can’t help that. There is beauty in the world, but some don’t see it as enough. Therefore some alter their own reality. As for altering OTHERS, that’s not necessarily right. But I suppose as long as its for the better. But that depends on what “better” is to all people involved.
The dress was too large and I had 2 hours to make it my own. I never had to alter a dress by Pennington before and I was discouraged to have to do it now. This was sabotage!
What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Caruthers! Why, I was just about to alter my plans so I could come see you! Well fancy that! I do declare! Can you believe it? I’m speechless! Come in, come in. Look at you!
I have to alter my plans, so stand still please and don’t move while I remove all the pins and place them precariously between my lips while biting my tongue and waiting for you to exhale.
alterations in your face were only perceivable after i had not seen you for a year. i came back and found gathers around your mouth, bags under your eyes, and something unnameable in your voice.
And they knelt at the alter, and praised Him. For He is of the most high. Never before had they been to a place such as this. The temple walls rose up around them.
I altered the photo, but just a little bit. I cut her out of it. I didn’t want to see that slimy greasy face anymore. It left just the two of us, me and Michael, looking at the camera with a ghost arm around our shoulders, and a big gap to our right. Pretty fitting, I thought. I framed it like that, to remind myself.
i will never alter myself for another human being. like me as i am. I can’t change what i am or who I want to be. I am what i am. (to quote the jonas brothers) Alternate universes are cool too<3 lolz this is fun
To change something. Is it not upsetting that we must change things? Why do we need to alter anything. Would it not be nice to be in a state of perfection, nothing needing to be altered? We shouldn’t have to alter people. Wedding dresses must be altered.
I didn’t want to go. It was late and the rain poured into the gutters like a deluge of quicksand. I could alter my schedule but that would fuck everything up. I decided to call John and get him to telep
Change you life. Change the way people treat you. Don’t take less than you deserve from anyone. Change the way you think about you, it’s the only way to move forward. Alterations are made every day, small, almost untraceable. Make the big ones count. Make sure you can take care of yourself afterward, because no one–not one single person–will do it for you. You know that. The changes are to move forward. Do it.
alter
I add ego.
ouais t’es une fille grilée, on a capter ton vice, c’est à tes risques et périls.
T’es pas une fille sage, t’as l’âme sale, les sentiments pour toi sont des détails.
ego.
ouais t’es une fille grillée, on a capté ton vice, c’est a tes risques et périls.
les sentiments pour toi sont des détail.
ton égoisme narcissicme me donne envie de te tucider a coup de poinçon.
Alterations were a pain. Sure, she had gained some pounds in the past month; it was Christmas season! The world should have expected this! but it didn’t, and she was left with the humiliating taste of taking in her wedding dress to the tailor’s to be altered.
“So that makes you sort of my alter ego?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes in disbelief.
“No,” he replied. “I am an entity in my own right.”
“But you said that you were my higher self.”
“I said that it was ONE way of describing me. Words are very limiting. They do not adequately describe concepts. That flow chart you took from the door back there would explain it better.” He nodded toward my pocket.
i alter the way i think. i alter the way i act. i alter the way i speak. i alter the way others see me. i alter the way i listen. i alter the things i like. yet, no matter how hard i try, i cannot seem to alter the way i still feel about you…
Alter the world. Alternate everything you once loved or believed in. Would it mean that you don’t love or believe in it anymore? Most would think yes, but maybe it was altered for the better. Who knows? Why does change always have to be bad. Why do we have to think of everything that is out of the norm as bad. We shouldn’t, but we do. It’s instinct. In order to get over this, we must alter our minds.
I stared in the mirror at myself. I lightly pulled at my own, long hair. Poked around my face. Blinked a few times to make sure all of this was real. I didn’t look like myself. I couldn’t possibly be who the mirror was portraying. It must have been my alter ego. She slipped into the mirror and glared back at me. Yes! That’s it! My alter self, my alter ego, was trying to make me believe I was her. But I was me. So I slipped out of the bathroom silently and never looked at that mirror again. I figured my alter ego would follow me into ever mirror available.
Mostly when I see “alter” I think about drugs, like Marijuana or Ecstacy. These alter your mind’s state until one achieves a sort of high, making you act like a crazy person, or fall asleep earlier, or maybe even treat your illnesses and chronic pain problems. They’re good things, really. They should be made legal.
My senses so sweet and separate hear the taste of the smell of the feel of all that I see
to change. But why? I like my life, my family. Well, maybe it because I have always been eager to alter my life to the circumstances. Altering is the spice of life.
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You’ve altered my life in ways unimaginable. You’ve forced me to step out of my comfort zone, and in doing so, to be changed inexplicably and most wonderfully. You are beautiful and amazing and lovely and I never want to lose you. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for. I love you.
I was stuck to the table, belts held tight around my stomach, ankles, and wrists.
A flat surface was making its way down towards me, making beeping sounds and flashing lights.
Once it touched me, I would never be the same.
Alter. To change or modify. I think this word makes people a bit nervous sometimes. As humans, we often don’t appreciate change or alteration or modification as a challenge. We feel threatened, scared, and eventually give in to the urge to adapt.
to change you need to alter
clothing
attitude
priorities
budgets
thought process
order of doing something like a task
Alter ego. I became something completely and utterly distant. with no words to describe or express who or what was inside of me… who was making the decisions now… Me or you? I became a simple shell, filled with nothingness. filled with despair in not knowing who or what I am.
altering is fun. altered books, altered art, mixing things up, alter a menu, or a recipe, i think i’m hungry now. Gotta eat.
It often does not seem like I can alter the course I’m on; others make choices and decisions and take action that send me in different directions, but when I’ve been pushed past a fork and want to change to the road I missed, I never seem to be able to do anything but continue drifting down the unwanted path.
“alter” is not the same as “altar.” An Altar is where people go to worship some higher power who the question of their existence could be life-altering. To stand on the altar and let the priest give you away to a ceremony that will alter your life is something I’m afraid I could never appreciate doing.
alter means to change something. when you alter something it should become better. My fast typing skills need altered because I am making quite a few mistakes because my moms desk sucks and the keyboard is not in the right spot. This is fun.
Nation. America, the country of plastic surgery and body piercings. Well, maybe not the only one, but you get the idea. People suffering for beauty is something not unheard of here, even though fast food is our forte.
Alter is a word usually used in lame-ass fantasy novels; think of alter ego’s. Most Mary Sue-characters seem to have an alter ego that is in someway more evil, more gorgeous, or generally more kick-ass than the ‘normal ego’ of that person – and more awesome than any other character in aforementioned lame fantasy book.
each decision can alter the entire course of your life.
like a car depends on one swift tug to a steering wheel in order to avoid a crash, your life depends on your choices.
To alter someone or something isn’t the right of another person. For example, altering people or things must be the choice of the person the altering is being done to. The decision must be based on whether or not that alter is morally right or wrong. But then again, “morally right” can be loosely interpreted depending on the person. I suppose altering people or things is really just based on chance.
Lay myself upon the alter
Bear it all
Cross crash- falls
Falter
Splashes water
Holy born
Lay myself upon the changes-
down upon the alter.
To alter something isn’t a right of another. I don’t think it’s ever the right of another to alter someone or something. Shouldn’t people be able to choose? I don’t know. I mean, for example. People use alcohol or cannabis to alter their reality or their personality. But is this morally right? Why can’t a person be satisfied with reality? Is reality too mundane for some people? I suppose they can’t help that. There is beauty in the world, but some don’t see it as enough. Therefore some alter their own reality. As for altering OTHERS, that’s not necessarily right. But I suppose as long as its for the better. But that depends on what “better” is to all people involved.
The dress was too large and I had 2 hours to make it my own. I never had to alter a dress by Pennington before and I was discouraged to have to do it now. This was sabotage!
What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Caruthers! Why, I was just about to alter my plans so I could come see you! Well fancy that! I do declare! Can you believe it? I’m speechless! Come in, come in. Look at you!
alter can mean to change appearance of something or an alter as being something that one chooses to give high esteem.
I have to alter my plans, so stand still please and don’t move while I remove all the pins and place them precariously between my lips while biting my tongue and waiting for you to exhale.
alterations in your face were only perceivable after i had not seen you for a year. i came back and found gathers around your mouth, bags under your eyes, and something unnameable in your voice.
alter- is a place where your priest stands at I have an indian priest and he is really nice. He is short. Sometimes they kiss it.
The center piece of the alter. I worshiped it. We worshiped it.
There was a falling afterall.
Silly, how it happened too. The blame is neither yours nor mine.
The alter is still there. We can still worship it together if you wish.
That’s what an alter is for.
there i stand
here i stand
in this place
this sacred space
wondering if
thy exist