I don’t have to alter anything. It’s okay to be who I am. Everyone rushes around to look the same, and be the same person. That’s not beauty. Beauty is in the imperfections of the individual. I don’t need to alter anything about myself to be beautiful. I may not be the most anything or best at anything, but I don’t need to alter myself.
Alter that which is flawed, to be sure; check the locks, the pantry and under the floorboards. You may have left it there, to come back to, but now nobody will ever know where it’s gone. Alter that which is flawed, are you sure; that you checked the locks, the pantry and under the floorboards. Nothing was left there, nothing to return to and now nobody ever know.
i hear in different sounds that people don´t change. that our skin is our skin and our soul is our soul and it won´t be altered by erosion or storms. But my feet are covered in dirt, and i can see my bones grow, my mind shift like music. This day will end, but that is
never a bad thing.
Change. People change people. Some things are changed by other things or people, sometimes things seem to change of their own accord. Alter appearance alter reality alter everyone everything. Alter purple homosexuality spelling errors corrections I altered my writing I altered my thoughts because they ran off track I’m done now thank you.
Do not alter yourself lightly. Nature and history have created and shaped you to be exactly what you are. You have been altered. Alter nothing that cannot be reversed.
It changed everything. All that we once had, all that we once held, all that we once loved. Cast adrift, decaying in the vast and infinite recesses of time. He had taken it. He had stolen it. He altered it. From the moment it began, I knew; everything I once loved would be gone.
alter is a workd i belive that mean in a church on some ofther vigure. vifgirn man on with sworrd. moghrhr cries wyh daughter neesd ot scarvife her sifle fore ther familey its mevival way of thinkgs and they thought that was the right thing tho do was .. wash;t how can we judgoe of be judnge oby pass actions and cirucmstances. see your self in abudnance and see oyur self with more.. it was manifest. God is in we have god qauliatiesnd gifts we can bless the world with just an action. Everthing around us wasa thought… it was created by us because of thought we are suppose to live the best life.
my brain. my ego, change, do something different from the rest, don’t be the same, live, don’t die, lead, don’t follow, follow my heart, not my brain, be someone different
Alter. Like changing. People alter their clothes. They alter their faces. They alter their houses. People like to alter things. Like nature and such. Forests: altered. Oceans: altered.
Nothing stays the same in my world. When it enters, it must change. Everything. No pair of jeans, no book, no pen is the same after it comes into my possession. No person, I like to hope, for that matter, is every quite the same after they know me. I hope. I think. I pray.
Love is not love which alters when the alteration finds.
This quote reminds me of how true love does not change. It does not bend but is eternal.It lasts forever between two people. These two people do not have an alteration of feelings but a constant bond.
I stood in silence, taken by surprise. He had stopped speaking mid-sentence, and was now gazing blindly at the pavement. Was he feeling sick?
“Hey, what’s up? Can you hear me?” I asked, waving a hand before his glassy eyes. No response.
I sighed, shifting on my feet indecisively, and tried again. “Listen, I just want to help. What’s going on? Are you feeling okay?”
The man’s head snapped back up then, a grin bursting onto the grey countenance like a silent gunshot. I flinched.
“Okay? I’m just peachy,” a voice quite unlike his laughed, shaking hands reaching up to run through matted brown hair. “Just fuckin’ peachy.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I took a step back. This is not okay after all, I thought, feeling my nerves tense and sting. This is not okay at all.
I was speaking to an alter.
The stranger’s grin had not faded. The air was thick with gunpowder.
state of mind to change something alter positioning control alt delete alter falter shift altercation alternation alternate meow alter change a little bit but not a lot!
to fix something. to change it in a better way. If you alter something, you take what is already there and manipulate, change it, create something new. Alter clothes, alter
Sometimes it’s extremely hard for me to alter my mood. I get in a fun, and I stay there. No matter what. Even if people try to get me out of it, I refuse to alter it …maybe because I’m stubborn and a bit of a control freak. I want to learn to not do it anymore though. I’m never going to be happy with another person if I’m not even happy with myself. You’ve got to love yourself before you can love another, they say.
I could alter the past if I had a time machine, and believe me I would. I can’t help but regret all of the things I should have done. Unfortunately, this is not an option and the only alteration I can make is to my future.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you seem to make me happy when skys are grey. Sometimes when I am dazzlin, I feel that I can conquer anything, money and wealth will come to me, and life will be wonderous and beautiufl. I would like to travel and see more than where I am now. I want to win the car at C3, it’s a ford fiesta. I have my bachelors degree in anthropology, and want to further my education. I want my million dollars now. I want to sing and dance, and enjoy every minute of this thing called life. I have no reason not to enjoy it now. I need to grab my cup o tea and write a book, mediate every night, and keep pursing positive energy into the universe. I want to be free, successful, and wealthy. I want to be wealthy with having my son around, successful with doing what I want and enjoying it, and make some good money to be comforatable and educated as well. I am 31, and I attract beauty, wonder, love, and sane people.
Alter. Who likes to change? It’s the hardest thing we do in life. Yet is altering truly changing? Is it more of a shift. A tilt in perspective, in shape, in style? Not a true transformation, just enough of a shift to make a difference.
the world was changing, nothing was the same. The night sky was brilliantly lit up by the sun and day break started out with the rising of the luminescent moon against a deep midnight blanket.
“yess,my dear,you do know that it was me that murdered your pooor ol friend,superior man?”came ricky rejection’s voice just before a huge mechanical arm slashed through the grove of trees in which jessie was hiding.splinters,dust and wood terrorized her immediate vicinity.the giant trunk of the tree she was hiding behind slide voilently down beside her,slicing her left cheek,arm,side and hip wide open.”but that does not alter the fact that it was you that killed him…doesss it my dearest?
I cannot alter this. My mom already told everyone; at least, she told her entire side of the family. I do *not* have the lead in the musical, despite the fact that she already told them that I do. A year ago. She lied. And now I have to explain the situation, on Christmas.
Alter is indicative of marriage. Left at the alter. Such a pejorative image the word alter can conjure up. Such a banal object, such a horrifying image. Love and happiness, fear and loathing at an alter.
there is one word that makes the world go round. every one craves it, and think they cant live without it, they spend most of their lives looking for it. Love. It’s a strong emotion. i wish i had it :(. x
Alter the ego of a man who is sitting in a chair. His hair is dark and black as if his soul is burning. The burning won’t stop and it can be seen from his eyes. His eyes are tired, so tired. He can’t stop. Sitting there forever in his chair. Never remembered.
alter the change of perception. Do you look at me with sane eyes or are they cursed by a sorry spell of depression? That blanket of mist needs to be pulled from your eyes. I want you to see the real world. I want you to see me.
It’s my alter ego. At least, that’s what I’m telling everyone on this website. I only pretend to be depressed. Just to know what it’s like. I’m such a cheery person, and everyone loves me. Well, everyone real loves me. The people online have the misfortune of knowing my alter ego, the real me.
Change. She stood in front of the mirror and looked, one last time, upon the face she’d had to encounter each morning of the thirty years of her life. I’m ugly, she thought. Her nose was flat; her eyes, too sharp against her soft features; her lips lopsided, her cheeks pockmarked until they were no longer flesh.
Good-bye, she told herself. She slid the curtain back over her face and waited for the alterations.
To change, to make different. Usually people think about altering as an action done to clothing. Also, commonly referred to as altering a person, or their actions. This kind of alteration is usually frowned upon by most.
I would like to alter my life, perhaps take it in a bit at the seems, or let out the hem—nothing drastic, but definitely something is needed to make it fit me better. Right now it seems too loose, and I get lost in the extra fabric, looking for a way out.
The only one who can alter my heart is my God.
Altering is changing. Changing is differences. The only thing that is permanent in life is change. To alter is to stay fresh. To change.
I don’t have to alter anything. It’s okay to be who I am. Everyone rushes around to look the same, and be the same person. That’s not beauty. Beauty is in the imperfections of the individual. I don’t need to alter anything about myself to be beautiful. I may not be the most anything or best at anything, but I don’t need to alter myself.
Alter that which is flawed, to be sure; check the locks, the pantry and under the floorboards. You may have left it there, to come back to, but now nobody will ever know where it’s gone. Alter that which is flawed, are you sure; that you checked the locks, the pantry and under the floorboards. Nothing was left there, nothing to return to and now nobody ever know.
i hear in different sounds that people don´t change. that our skin is our skin and our soul is our soul and it won´t be altered by erosion or storms. But my feet are covered in dirt, and i can see my bones grow, my mind shift like music. This day will end, but that is
never a bad thing.
Change. People change people. Some things are changed by other things or people, sometimes things seem to change of their own accord. Alter appearance alter reality alter everyone everything. Alter purple homosexuality spelling errors corrections I altered my writing I altered my thoughts because they ran off track I’m done now thank you.
The flame danced across my window, wordless chastisement of my actions. But I cannot alter. This stance is all that’s left to protect me.
Do not alter yourself lightly. Nature and history have created and shaped you to be exactly what you are. You have been altered. Alter nothing that cannot be reversed.
alter is used in religious ceremonies, especially at church. Every church I’ve been to has had an alter. Some are much more extravagant than others. T
It changed everything. All that we once had, all that we once held, all that we once loved. Cast adrift, decaying in the vast and infinite recesses of time. He had taken it. He had stolen it. He altered it. From the moment it began, I knew; everything I once loved would be gone.
alter is a workd i belive that mean in a church on some ofther vigure. vifgirn man on with sworrd. moghrhr cries wyh daughter neesd ot scarvife her sifle fore ther familey its mevival way of thinkgs and they thought that was the right thing tho do was .. wash;t how can we judgoe of be judnge oby pass actions and cirucmstances. see your self in abudnance and see oyur self with more.. it was manifest. God is in we have god qauliatiesnd gifts we can bless the world with just an action. Everthing around us wasa thought… it was created by us because of thought we are suppose to live the best life.
i will alter you to do something i will control you. like a robot with a remote.
my brain. my ego, change, do something different from the rest, don’t be the same, live, don’t die, lead, don’t follow, follow my heart, not my brain, be someone different
7 years ago today, I spoke three words that would alter my life forever.
Alter. Like changing. People alter their clothes. They alter their faces. They alter their houses. People like to alter things. Like nature and such. Forests: altered. Oceans: altered.
Nothing stays the same in my world. When it enters, it must change. Everything. No pair of jeans, no book, no pen is the same after it comes into my possession. No person, I like to hope, for that matter, is every quite the same after they know me. I hope. I think. I pray.
Love is not love which alters when the alteration finds.
This quote reminds me of how true love does not change. It does not bend but is eternal.It lasts forever between two people. These two people do not have an alteration of feelings but a constant bond.
What the… ok… it looks like… you know… like a drunk Russian trying to spell his name… I guess
I stood in silence, taken by surprise. He had stopped speaking mid-sentence, and was now gazing blindly at the pavement. Was he feeling sick?
“Hey, what’s up? Can you hear me?” I asked, waving a hand before his glassy eyes. No response.
I sighed, shifting on my feet indecisively, and tried again. “Listen, I just want to help. What’s going on? Are you feeling okay?”
The man’s head snapped back up then, a grin bursting onto the grey countenance like a silent gunshot. I flinched.
“Okay? I’m just peachy,” a voice quite unlike his laughed, shaking hands reaching up to run through matted brown hair. “Just fuckin’ peachy.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I took a step back. This is not okay after all, I thought, feeling my nerves tense and sting. This is not okay at all.
I was speaking to an alter.
The stranger’s grin had not faded. The air was thick with gunpowder.
state of mind to change something alter positioning control alt delete alter falter shift altercation alternation alternate meow alter change a little bit but not a lot!
to fix something. to change it in a better way. If you alter something, you take what is already there and manipulate, change it, create something new. Alter clothes, alter
Sometimes it’s extremely hard for me to alter my mood. I get in a fun, and I stay there. No matter what. Even if people try to get me out of it, I refuse to alter it …maybe because I’m stubborn and a bit of a control freak. I want to learn to not do it anymore though. I’m never going to be happy with another person if I’m not even happy with myself. You’ve got to love yourself before you can love another, they say.
I could alter the past if I had a time machine, and believe me I would. I can’t help but regret all of the things I should have done. Unfortunately, this is not an option and the only alteration I can make is to my future.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you seem to make me happy when skys are grey. Sometimes when I am dazzlin, I feel that I can conquer anything, money and wealth will come to me, and life will be wonderous and beautiufl. I would like to travel and see more than where I am now. I want to win the car at C3, it’s a ford fiesta. I have my bachelors degree in anthropology, and want to further my education. I want my million dollars now. I want to sing and dance, and enjoy every minute of this thing called life. I have no reason not to enjoy it now. I need to grab my cup o tea and write a book, mediate every night, and keep pursing positive energy into the universe. I want to be free, successful, and wealthy. I want to be wealthy with having my son around, successful with doing what I want and enjoying it, and make some good money to be comforatable and educated as well. I am 31, and I attract beauty, wonder, love, and sane people.
Alter. Who likes to change? It’s the hardest thing we do in life. Yet is altering truly changing? Is it more of a shift. A tilt in perspective, in shape, in style? Not a true transformation, just enough of a shift to make a difference.
How will you alter me? I, you?
the world was changing, nothing was the same. The night sky was brilliantly lit up by the sun and day break started out with the rising of the luminescent moon against a deep midnight blanket.
“yess,my dear,you do know that it was me that murdered your pooor ol friend,superior man?”came ricky rejection’s voice just before a huge mechanical arm slashed through the grove of trees in which jessie was hiding.splinters,dust and wood terrorized her immediate vicinity.the giant trunk of the tree she was hiding behind slide voilently down beside her,slicing her left cheek,arm,side and hip wide open.”but that does not alter the fact that it was you that killed him…doesss it my dearest?
alternating thoughts between you and nothing dont you see how important you are to me
I cannot alter this. My mom already told everyone; at least, she told her entire side of the family. I do *not* have the lead in the musical, despite the fact that she already told them that I do. A year ago. She lied. And now I have to explain the situation, on Christmas.
Alter is indicative of marriage. Left at the alter. Such a pejorative image the word alter can conjure up. Such a banal object, such a horrifying image. Love and happiness, fear and loathing at an alter.
there is one word that makes the world go round. every one craves it, and think they cant live without it, they spend most of their lives looking for it. Love. It’s a strong emotion. i wish i had it :(. x
Alter the ego of a man who is sitting in a chair. His hair is dark and black as if his soul is burning. The burning won’t stop and it can be seen from his eyes. His eyes are tired, so tired. He can’t stop. Sitting there forever in his chair. Never remembered.
alter the change of perception. Do you look at me with sane eyes or are they cursed by a sorry spell of depression? That blanket of mist needs to be pulled from your eyes. I want you to see the real world. I want you to see me.
When she saw him, it was like the world before her had changed. Swallowed up by an altered sense of reality where all that mattered were him and her.
It’s my alter ego. At least, that’s what I’m telling everyone on this website. I only pretend to be depressed. Just to know what it’s like. I’m such a cheery person, and everyone loves me. Well, everyone real loves me. The people online have the misfortune of knowing my alter ego, the real me.
Change. She stood in front of the mirror and looked, one last time, upon the face she’d had to encounter each morning of the thirty years of her life. I’m ugly, she thought. Her nose was flat; her eyes, too sharp against her soft features; her lips lopsided, her cheeks pockmarked until they were no longer flesh.
Good-bye, she told herself. She slid the curtain back over her face and waited for the alterations.
To change, to make different. Usually people think about altering as an action done to clothing. Also, commonly referred to as altering a person, or their actions. This kind of alteration is usually frowned upon by most.
Alter. To change.
Beauty in everything
requires change
change in vision
change in sight
change in looks
change in light
Alter is a tv station in Greece. You could say it is a famous one, however it seems that it has financial problems. What a pity! That’s all!
I would like to alter my life, perhaps take it in a bit at the seems, or let out the hem—nothing drastic, but definitely something is needed to make it fit me better. Right now it seems too loose, and I get lost in the extra fabric, looking for a way out.