alter your mind. you won’t go to bed without learning something new every day. it is not good to leave your mind as it is and not question the world and why it alters itself every day. change is constant. keep up with it.
Wedding alters. Church. Alters for the dead. Alters for new age and Wiccan beliefs. Alter for Helga of football head in Hey Arnold! Funny how alters can be used for anything huh?
to modify, alter what had happened, to create what should have, what could have happened. things that we look back at and think we could have done a bit different.
It was what he had done, so long ago. He had transformed himself, had become an entirely different person in order to fit what he’d assumed he needed to be. And now…
Well, now he really had no idea who he actually was. If he searched, if he really, desperately tried to find himself, he was sure he would be able to. Yet….
And all of a sudden, it struck me: I’d been doing it all wrong.
I grabbed the fabric and threw it as far from me as I could. The hems, the colors, everything was all wrong for the task at hand. I knew I’d have to alter a few things from my basic idea, but I had a new mindset now. It was time to start anew.
I wanted to alter the shape of my fears. Your eyes glowed when you said you’d be there for me. Of course I had no reason not to believe, you helped dispel my own dark, but when the air cleared, the passion in your eyes was the hunger of a shark.
My ego is always hanging around. Do I ask it to? I think not. It seems to have a mind of its own. I worry that it is more creative than I am and in fact, it can jump tall buildings in a way about which I can only dream. Nevertheless I thought it would have more to say and not be just the strong silent type.
My mother altered one of my new dresses today, I was pretty angry. Some things just don’t need to be changed, some things are better how they were. Not everything, though. I don’t want to seem republican.
whats this word mean? i dont know the exact definition, i think it means to change, or to change something. would it make sense if i said ‘i would like to alter you’? i dont know, because i dont know the definition. if i did, why would i be asking you? i wwould be able to answer my own question.
Change me. Make me what you wanted all along, that porcelain doll in her house of cobwebs. Spiders are better company that you ever were, symmetrical features aside. Tell me: do you know what I wanted you to be?
Alter the consequences, alter the rules. Alter everything that makes you, you. Alter your life, alter your dreams. Alter it .. it was never what it seemed.. Alter your faults, alter your pride, alter your appearance, alter your life.
at the alter, i stood with him, wondering why this man was marrying me, this man who was kind and gentle and understanding and wonderful. why? why did he choose me? of all the many others in the world.
If I told you that I loved you today would you stay just as you are? Throughout the years would you be comfortable knowing that I once loved you? Or will you alter yourself, change yourself because you are afraid that I do not anymore?
meet me at the alter in your white dress. we aint getting no younger we might as well do. something something all the while i must confess… I JUST WANNA GET MARRIED! I JSUT WANNA GET MARRIED! LETS GET MARRRIIIEEEEDD. dun dun dun dun. these so called players they aint relavent.
Alter. Alter dresses, alter your life. It can by applied many ways. Some people try to alter the way their future will pan out. I’m not sure if you can really accomplish that. It is known for sure that you can never alter your past.
She had to change her path. All her life, she had decided to go one way; her parents told her to go to college, her friends told her to stay around them, and she never had a single say in anything. But, today, she was going to alter her plans. She was going to take a new direction in her life. She was going to become something new, something exciting. She was going to be a spy.
The bandages lay behind me in a heap, covered in bits of blood and lightly-colored fluid. I touched the ridges of my new face – the curves, the structure – and it was different – all different. All better. All right.
Many things. The sky, the air, the grass and plants and animals, all will be altered and changed. This fact has existed from the beginning of time immortal, and will always be true, no matter what else changes.
Well this is interesting. What shall we alter? Our perceptions? Our perceptions of what? Of reality I suppose. That is, after all, the first thing people generally believe you should alter. But how!? How shall we alter it?! And Why, why of course, always why? Perhaps why does not matter? In that case does altering?
Freud and I made our way up the mountain. “Hey, look at that tree,” I said. “Ha.” He said. “You would.” We continued to climb. “Hey, look at that peak,” I said. “Ha.” He said. “You would.” “Hey. What’s your deal, Sigmund?” I asked. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “It’s your ego.”
To alter one’s personality is something that we all attempt to do, whether to ourselves, or to others. We hope that we’ll be a more likable person for it. We hope that whomever we are changing will be better for us or more happy. But in reality, why would we want to change who someone is? Everyone is unique. Without that, our world would be monotonous.
I start walking down the aisle to the alter where he is standing. I am smiling but dying a little inside knowing that there are people missing. He smiles knowing what I am thinking trying to cheer me up. He loves me. He says “I do.” I say, “I do too.”
I can’t change teh way my the way my life is going can’t change hte thin the things I I’ve said I can’t chat change anythinga bout anything about my lif about t
I need a way to alt to change what i’ve done f I’ve done fort for the bette
Alter. To change. Unalterable. Scratch that, nothing deep is coming to me.
alter. Looks like antler. Like Christmas. ahhh, now we’re getting somewhere.
Antler. Like those hipster antler branch jewlery stands. Like a hipster. Like my sister. Like my sister who deserves better. Like the sister of a person who doens’t know better.
I pray at an alter while I am at church singing my songs and praising god for what he really has accomplished in my life. The Alter allows me to let god know how much I truely love him by showing him through praying at the alter. I know this is really weird but I like praying at the alter don’t you? I do I sure do I sure do yes I really do I sure do I really do.
iam not to sure what this word means but it is intresting none the less. Alter to me means change. To alter something you have been doing. To change, to embrace something different. To willingly and meaningfuly change.
This is the last time that I’m ever going to change myself. She says out loud, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
It hurts, of course, like it always does. But this time it’s somehow different- like the pain inside her is dulling the pain in her body, masking the splinters and cracks as her bone structure changes slightly- she’s growing shorter, more slender, features becoming more delicate and fragile, fingers becoming long and thin, the toned muscles leaving her arms and legs. She doesn’t consciously direct herself to change into any specific person or have any specific features- she just desperately wants to stop it. To stop all the stress and pain and just run away as a different person.
Opening her eyes, she stares at herself in the mirror.
Long black hair with a strange blue sheen softly brushes her narrow shoulders, and pale silvery eyes stare back at her- bright, sharp, and keen, glittering with sharp intellect and wary interest. It’s her, all right, but at the same time it isn’t. She reaches up with a trembling hand, thin wrist and nimble fingers, and brushes a stray lock of hair from her face. This delicate, fine, perfectly symmetrical face- like a picture from a fantasy story, with the beautiful pale eyes. And the thin, decidedly more feminine body…she can’t look at this new self any longer and looks away, tears brimming in her eyes.
This is her now. But at the same time…it isn’t. She tries not to think of what she looked like before…she’s going to reinvent herself, run away, and never look back.
This time, she’ll succeed, she thinks. And she smiles as she leaves the bathroom, a completely different person, pasting a completely different smile on her face that doesn’t really reach her eyes, no matter how long she practices it in the mirror and no matter how much she wants to forget her past and move on- no matter how much she tells herself her own lie.
It’s all over now, she says to herself as she shuts the door behind her gently. It’s all behind me! I’m different now- all the trouble will be over.
All the same, she avoids looking at the mirror as she leaves- there’s something empty about her new reflection, something that makes her catch her breath just a little bit- a tiny gasp that tells herself what she doesn’t want to think about-
It never took long for a personality to alter once the lesser self-confident were introduced to a new crowd. They are almost like chameleons, fitting the image they think other people want to see. If only they would look in the mirror.
It was a different type of task altogether for Max to alter his own destiny. But the problem was, he had no idea where he had put the remote so he ended up sitting on the couch for quite some time.
Alter. Alter of the church. Alter your life. Its a strange word. Powerful. Demanding. Why does it always need to change me though? Perhaps I’d like to just simply stay the same.
Alter. Alter. Alter. Alter. Alter. I can’t help but to think that somehow I need to alter myself, and yet, that’s a lie. I like the way I am and other people like me. Alter. Alter. Alter. We fix things to fit ourselves, our lives; we change dresses and suits and mannerisms. But perhaps we should just let things alone and just float on.
Alter. Makes me think of getting married. And making changes. Which makes me think of bridalplasty.
alter your mind. you won’t go to bed without learning something new every day. it is not good to leave your mind as it is and not question the world and why it alters itself every day. change is constant. keep up with it.
Wedding alters. Church. Alters for the dead. Alters for new age and Wiccan beliefs. Alter for Helga of football head in Hey Arnold! Funny how alters can be used for anything huh?
to modify, alter what had happened, to create what should have, what could have happened. things that we look back at and think we could have done a bit different.
Transfer. Shift. Change.
It was what he had done, so long ago. He had transformed himself, had become an entirely different person in order to fit what he’d assumed he needed to be. And now…
Well, now he really had no idea who he actually was. If he searched, if he really, desperately tried to find himself, he was sure he would be able to. Yet….
He wasn’t so sure he really wanted to.
And all of a sudden, it struck me: I’d been doing it all wrong.
I grabbed the fabric and threw it as far from me as I could. The hems, the colors, everything was all wrong for the task at hand. I knew I’d have to alter a few things from my basic idea, but I had a new mindset now. It was time to start anew.
I wanted to alter the shape of my fears. Your eyes glowed when you said you’d be there for me. Of course I had no reason not to believe, you helped dispel my own dark, but when the air cleared, the passion in your eyes was the hunger of a shark.
Alter your mood simply by listening to a song. Seriously you can immediately change your attitude towards life through some simple lyrics.
My ego is always hanging around. Do I ask it to? I think not. It seems to have a mind of its own. I worry that it is more creative than I am and in fact, it can jump tall buildings in a way about which I can only dream. Nevertheless I thought it would have more to say and not be just the strong silent type.
My mother altered one of my new dresses today, I was pretty angry. Some things just don’t need to be changed, some things are better how they were. Not everything, though. I don’t want to seem republican.
whats this word mean? i dont know the exact definition, i think it means to change, or to change something. would it make sense if i said ‘i would like to alter you’? i dont know, because i dont know the definition. if i did, why would i be asking you? i wwould be able to answer my own question.
Walking down the isle to the alter was one of the most nerve wracking, anxiety inducing, happiest day of my life.
Change me. Make me what you wanted all along, that porcelain doll in her house of cobwebs. Spiders are better company that you ever were, symmetrical features aside. Tell me: do you know what I wanted you to be?
Alter the consequences, alter the rules. Alter everything that makes you, you. Alter your life, alter your dreams. Alter it .. it was never what it seemed.. Alter your faults, alter your pride, alter your appearance, alter your life.
at the alter, i stood with him, wondering why this man was marrying me, this man who was kind and gentle and understanding and wonderful. why? why did he choose me? of all the many others in the world.
boy did he fuck up.
If I told you that I loved you today would you stay just as you are? Throughout the years would you be comfortable knowing that I once loved you? Or will you alter yourself, change yourself because you are afraid that I do not anymore?
meet me at the alter in your white dress. we aint getting no younger we might as well do. something something all the while i must confess… I JUST WANNA GET MARRIED! I JSUT WANNA GET MARRIED! LETS GET MARRRIIIEEEEDD. dun dun dun dun. these so called players they aint relavent.
Alter. Alter dresses, alter your life. It can by applied many ways. Some people try to alter the way their future will pan out. I’m not sure if you can really accomplish that. It is known for sure that you can never alter your past.
I have altered who I am. Ever changing from day to day, until I find who I truly am. Until them I am forever being altered.
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She had to change her path. All her life, she had decided to go one way; her parents told her to go to college, her friends told her to stay around them, and she never had a single say in anything. But, today, she was going to alter her plans. She was going to take a new direction in her life. She was going to become something new, something exciting. She was going to be a spy.
The bandages lay behind me in a heap, covered in bits of blood and lightly-colored fluid. I touched the ridges of my new face – the curves, the structure – and it was different – all different. All better. All right.
Hey, you know what can be altered in this world?
Many things. The sky, the air, the grass and plants and animals, all will be altered and changed. This fact has existed from the beginning of time immortal, and will always be true, no matter what else changes.
Well this is interesting. What shall we alter? Our perceptions? Our perceptions of what? Of reality I suppose. That is, after all, the first thing people generally believe you should alter. But how!? How shall we alter it?! And Why, why of course, always why? Perhaps why does not matter? In that case does altering?
i had to alter it immediately. i didnt even have time to go home. Im lucky that i noticed the mistake before it had to be presented.
Freud and I made our way up the mountain. “Hey, look at that tree,” I said. “Ha.” He said. “You would.” We continued to climb. “Hey, look at that peak,” I said. “Ha.” He said. “You would.” “Hey. What’s your deal, Sigmund?” I asked. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “It’s your ego.”
Alter? like a table? or to alter something? or is that spelled different?
To alter one’s personality is something that we all attempt to do, whether to ourselves, or to others. We hope that we’ll be a more likable person for it. We hope that whomever we are changing will be better for us or more happy. But in reality, why would we want to change who someone is? Everyone is unique. Without that, our world would be monotonous.
I start walking down the aisle to the alter where he is standing. I am smiling but dying a little inside knowing that there are people missing. He smiles knowing what I am thinking trying to cheer me up. He loves me. He says “I do.” I say, “I do too.”
I can’t change teh way my the way my life is going can’t change hte thin the things I I’ve said I can’t chat change anythinga bout anything about my lif about t
I need a way to alt to change what i’ve done f I’ve done fort for the bette
Alter. To change. Unalterable. Scratch that, nothing deep is coming to me.
alter. Looks like antler. Like Christmas. ahhh, now we’re getting somewhere.
Antler. Like those hipster antler branch jewlery stands. Like a hipster. Like my sister. Like my sister who deserves better. Like the sister of a person who doens’t know better.
I pray at an alter while I am at church singing my songs and praising god for what he really has accomplished in my life. The Alter allows me to let god know how much I truely love him by showing him through praying at the alter. I know this is really weird but I like praying at the alter don’t you? I do I sure do I sure do yes I really do I sure do I really do.
iam not to sure what this word means but it is intresting none the less. Alter to me means change. To alter something you have been doing. To change, to embrace something different. To willingly and meaningfuly change.
This is the last time that I’m ever going to change myself. She says out loud, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
It hurts, of course, like it always does. But this time it’s somehow different- like the pain inside her is dulling the pain in her body, masking the splinters and cracks as her bone structure changes slightly- she’s growing shorter, more slender, features becoming more delicate and fragile, fingers becoming long and thin, the toned muscles leaving her arms and legs. She doesn’t consciously direct herself to change into any specific person or have any specific features- she just desperately wants to stop it. To stop all the stress and pain and just run away as a different person.
Opening her eyes, she stares at herself in the mirror.
Long black hair with a strange blue sheen softly brushes her narrow shoulders, and pale silvery eyes stare back at her- bright, sharp, and keen, glittering with sharp intellect and wary interest. It’s her, all right, but at the same time it isn’t. She reaches up with a trembling hand, thin wrist and nimble fingers, and brushes a stray lock of hair from her face. This delicate, fine, perfectly symmetrical face- like a picture from a fantasy story, with the beautiful pale eyes. And the thin, decidedly more feminine body…she can’t look at this new self any longer and looks away, tears brimming in her eyes.
This is her now. But at the same time…it isn’t. She tries not to think of what she looked like before…she’s going to reinvent herself, run away, and never look back.
This time, she’ll succeed, she thinks. And she smiles as she leaves the bathroom, a completely different person, pasting a completely different smile on her face that doesn’t really reach her eyes, no matter how long she practices it in the mirror and no matter how much she wants to forget her past and move on- no matter how much she tells herself her own lie.
It’s all over now, she says to herself as she shuts the door behind her gently. It’s all behind me! I’m different now- all the trouble will be over.
All the same, she avoids looking at the mirror as she leaves- there’s something empty about her new reflection, something that makes her catch her breath just a little bit- a tiny gasp that tells herself what she doesn’t want to think about-
this isn’t me.
It never took long for a personality to alter once the lesser self-confident were introduced to a new crowd. They are almost like chameleons, fitting the image they think other people want to see. If only they would look in the mirror.
It was a different type of task altogether for Max to alter his own destiny. But the problem was, he had no idea where he had put the remote so he ended up sitting on the couch for quite some time.
i’d like to alter my altar.
Alter. Alter of the church. Alter your life. Its a strange word. Powerful. Demanding. Why does it always need to change me though? Perhaps I’d like to just simply stay the same.
She altered the effect of his presence, whether she was aware of it or not, he was in love and absolutely struck by her essence.
Alter. Alter. Alter. Alter. Alter. I can’t help but to think that somehow I need to alter myself, and yet, that’s a lie. I like the way I am and other people like me. Alter. Alter. Alter. We fix things to fit ourselves, our lives; we change dresses and suits and mannerisms. But perhaps we should just let things alone and just float on.