an arrow is a pointed object typically used with a bow to create a weapon. arrows are typically made of wood, with some sort of feathery material on the back to stabilize the arrow during flight, and the tip of the arrow is pointed so the arrow sticks into whatever you fire it at. arrows are deadly.
arrows in my heart
i tend to fall apart
when oyu are around
my tears hit the ground
you can have them all
as long as blood can fall
but you plan on coming back
ill be back on track
doing what i can
keeping busy hands
i know im a slut
but i dont give a fuck
this is what robin hood fired. It is harp and comes to a point and is fired out of a BOW. It was used a lot in medival times as a form of combat and hunting. Legeles uses one in the Lord of the Rings ang was a great archer. There is a sport called archery in which you fire at a target.
Arrow, it stabs you and may kill you. Shakespear said something about some arrows of love. Is wierd..the love can stab you? and kill you?..no good…i might never love..neah i will
i want to fly like an arrow, tear the wind and aim to the target! i want to do what i like, just like an arrow which just knows it aim and nothing else.
once upon a time there was a magical arrow. it told the people of the town which direction to go when all was lost. when they had no direction, it gave them some. in time the people of the town found their destinies at the end of the path that laid before them. this arrow cured many woes.
its amazing how something so small can make a huge difference in any situation. in my case. i was hit straight through the heart…i was hurt.. there’s nothing left to do other than lay down and accept my destiny.
…straight through my heart, piercing, hurting, stinging. Words can kill; don’t think they can’t. Like missles, sharp and deadly. Like arrows, straight through my heart.
and so the arrow flew true, right through the heart of the one i loved, the one i hated, the one i couldn’t do without. but could. and now, i would. no one would tie me to the earth. no one would conquer me, keep me from my independence. destiny. hell. what is destiny to me? let them all fucking burn.
the arrow peirced her skin with the sharpest pain she had ever felt, worse that when her love abandoned her, worse than when her father died. could this be because she saw who had launched it? yes, it had been her sister. the pain in her heart swelled and she could no longer breath did she die of a broken heart? or an arrow? who knows
the arrow peirced her skin with the sharpest pain she had ever felt, worse that when her love abandoned her, worse than when her father died. could this be because she saw who had launched it? yes, it had been her sister. the pain in her heart swelled and she could no longer breath did she die of a broken heart? or an arrow? who knows
William Tell shot an arrow through an apple on his son’s head. The arrow breezed through and the look of triumph on the little boy’s face underlied the danger he had been put through. What would his mother have said anyway?!
arrows…
Cupid shoots them through hearts apparently
we don’t get enough love in this world
Since when was love supposed to be such a complicated concept
I love you, you love me, we are a big happy family?
people overcomplicate things
shoot arrows right through your heart
it hurts. A lot. I don’t think many people take the right direction…they need an arrow to guide them
man
arrows
they point you in the right direction sometimes
if you mess up they dont though
they have point things at the end
that are kinda like triangles
i wonder why
i wonder who came up with the arrow
i love how im word you can just press –> and it makes and arrow
its so convenient
and I hope one day i will have an arrow in my mind point me in the right direction
the bow was taut as he drew the string all the way back to his cheek. he was confident, having done this thousands of time before. The only minor difference was the fact that his target was now much more personal. This time it looked back at him with the same piercing eyes that he shed upon it.
Straight through the heart. He didn’t even stand a chance.
It was late summer, walking outside some five-and-dime strip mall, and it hit him. An arrow, straight through the heart. It was him and it was her and it was everything.
There is a line through the middle of the word… Im not sure what I am supposed to be writing about. I see an arrow, well not exactly, at the top of the screen. This is stupid… I
He flew straight into her eye, squashed her optic nerve, and punctured her brain. As her screams filled the sky, he morphed back into his original form, exploding out of her head as he did.
The arrow shot through the sky, through my skin, through my bones, but stopping steadily as it reached the air behind my back.
I could feel it suddenly shift.
Then as I pulled it out, my intestine was hanging.
Is this what is feels like to be pierced with love?
Or was I only dreaming.
“I didn’t know they even still made those,” said Captain Lazer Johnson, still in shock regarding the wooden shaft sticking out of his leg. “Be a dear and get it out, will you?”
Lazer’s wife, Margaret, set to work removing the arrow from his spacesuit. Little did either of them know that catastrophic decompression was a very likely possibility.
IT SHOOTS LIKE A HEART BLEEDING LOVE ON ITS WAYS BACK AND FORTH FORM EARTH…IT MIGHT HIT SUMONE SO BE CAREFUL WHER EYUH STAND LOL OH WELL I JUST FELT A POKE GUESS I WAS IN THE WRONG PLACE
Blazing arrow, towards that pinnacle of fiery truth deep in the heart of you, your mountain, your firm and unbending center, that shares no rivulet of love, no trickle of care, for me or our kind. Burn those bushes on your steep mountainside and feel my breathing, feeding life.
arrows have been around for a very long time, originally used for killing people and animals. However, now arrows are used in a different context. Just pointing. As in, over here! Whereas once an arrow meant certain death, now it could mean just about anything. Hey! There’s the bathroom on a road sign is a much more pleasant arrow than in the year 1450, when seeing an arrow often meant you wouldn’t have time to think about it’s unpleasantness
Indians come over the range to hunt the white man who steals their land. The arrow pierces the hide and drives a channel through the flesh as the pierced moans and rattles his last breath.
An arrow flies through the night sky, it’s flaming head a symbol of the freedom it’s shooter fights for. She sits between two dunes, watching the arrow arc higher and higher, and then begin to drop. Slinging her bow across her back, she continues upon her journey, which she fears will never come to an end.
Indians come over the range to hunt the white man who steals their land. The arrow pierces the hide and drives a channel through the flesh as the pierced moans and rattles his last breath.
arrow through the heart of a broken soul. shattered into pieces splattered on the floor. arrow, a mode of destruction.
an arrow is a pointed object typically used with a bow to create a weapon. arrows are typically made of wood, with some sort of feathery material on the back to stabilize the arrow during flight, and the tip of the arrow is pointed so the arrow sticks into whatever you fire it at. arrows are deadly.
arrows in my heart
i tend to fall apart
when oyu are around
my tears hit the ground
you can have them all
as long as blood can fall
but you plan on coming back
ill be back on track
doing what i can
keeping busy hands
i know im a slut
but i dont give a fuck
this is what robin hood fired. It is harp and comes to a point and is fired out of a BOW. It was used a lot in medival times as a form of combat and hunting. Legeles uses one in the Lord of the Rings ang was a great archer. There is a sport called archery in which you fire at a target.
Arrow, it stabs you and may kill you. Shakespear said something about some arrows of love. Is wierd..the love can stab you? and kill you?..no good…i might never love..neah i will
Swoosh.
The arrow missed the target and went straight into the waters.
Why don’t they stop.
fast quick, accurate, authority, leader, ruler, army, war, english, hunter, moon, early man, three parts, holy trinity. archer, fletcher, precision.
i want to fly like an arrow, tear the wind and aim to the target! i want to do what i like, just like an arrow which just knows it aim and nothing else.
once upon a time there was a magical arrow. it told the people of the town which direction to go when all was lost. when they had no direction, it gave them some. in time the people of the town found their destinies at the end of the path that laid before them. this arrow cured many woes.
used with a bow – robin hood had one – can point to things – used as a accentuating mark in powerpoint
its amazing how something so small can make a huge difference in any situation. in my case. i was hit straight through the heart…i was hurt.. there’s nothing left to do other than lay down and accept my destiny.
…straight through my heart, piercing, hurting, stinging. Words can kill; don’t think they can’t. Like missles, sharp and deadly. Like arrows, straight through my heart.
separated by the arrow which ignites us, we follow blindly the path laid out ahead of our shadows.
and so the arrow flew true, right through the heart of the one i loved, the one i hated, the one i couldn’t do without. but could. and now, i would. no one would tie me to the earth. no one would conquer me, keep me from my independence. destiny. hell. what is destiny to me? let them all fucking burn.
the arrow peirced her skin with the sharpest pain she had ever felt, worse that when her love abandoned her, worse than when her father died. could this be because she saw who had launched it? yes, it had been her sister. the pain in her heart swelled and she could no longer breath did she die of a broken heart? or an arrow? who knows
the arrow peirced her skin with the sharpest pain she had ever felt, worse that when her love abandoned her, worse than when her father died. could this be because she saw who had launched it? yes, it had been her sister. the pain in her heart swelled and she could no longer breath did she die of a broken heart? or an arrow? who knows
an arrow can pierce your heart in an act of love or hate. you’ll fall into a stupor of shock or lust, i’m sure.
the arrow made a clean entry but the exit was not all that pleasant and it took a reasonable amount of flesh along with it…
Arrows are awesome. They were used in the William Tell story, how brave his son was, to trust him to shoot the apple above his head.
Arrows were used before as well, but now they are mostly used for tatooes and hearts.
William Tell shot an arrow through an apple on his son’s head. The arrow breezed through and the look of triumph on the little boy’s face underlied the danger he had been put through. What would his mother have said anyway?!
It flew true and pierced his heart. Was cupid playing matchmaker on Halloween? How absurd!
arrows…
Cupid shoots them through hearts apparently
we don’t get enough love in this world
Since when was love supposed to be such a complicated concept
I love you, you love me, we are a big happy family?
people overcomplicate things
shoot arrows right through your heart
it hurts. A lot. I don’t think many people take the right direction…they need an arrow to guide them
man
arrows
they point you in the right direction sometimes
if you mess up they dont though
they have point things at the end
that are kinda like triangles
i wonder why
i wonder who came up with the arrow
i love how im word you can just press –> and it makes and arrow
its so convenient
and I hope one day i will have an arrow in my mind point me in the right direction
the bow was taut as he drew the string all the way back to his cheek. he was confident, having done this thousands of time before. The only minor difference was the fact that his target was now much more personal. This time it looked back at him with the same piercing eyes that he shed upon it.
Straight through the heart. He didn’t even stand a chance.
It was late summer, walking outside some five-and-dime strip mall, and it hit him. An arrow, straight through the heart. It was him and it was her and it was everything.
There is a line through the middle of the word… Im not sure what I am supposed to be writing about. I see an arrow, well not exactly, at the top of the screen. This is stupid… I
he shot his arrow into her tipped over velvet.
laughter abounded
parted her red seas
clutching a beet
you out of my tomato sauce!
it was a delicious dinner
and that is where the arrow went…
He flew straight into her eye, squashed her optic nerve, and punctured her brain. As her screams filled the sky, he morphed back into his original form, exploding out of her head as he did.
arrow is like something that pierces things
fuck arrows i just spent like 20 seconds trying to spell pierce right… and another five right there….
Shot. Shot again and again. No luck. You call yourself a Sagittarian? Again.
Thick, slow,
The arrow shot through the sky, through my skin, through my bones, but stopping steadily as it reached the air behind my back.
I could feel it suddenly shift.
Then as I pulled it out, my intestine was hanging.
Is this what is feels like to be pierced with love?
Or was I only dreaming.
pointy little thing that hurts when I touch it. Where do I go. Where do you go? It is so much information. North, south, east, west, up, down,in
the arrow pierced his heart. he was in love. hehad just seen the object of his newfound affection, but it was an example of…love at first sight
“I didn’t know they even still made those,” said Captain Lazer Johnson, still in shock regarding the wooden shaft sticking out of his leg. “Be a dear and get it out, will you?”
Lazer’s wife, Margaret, set to work removing the arrow from his spacesuit. Little did either of them know that catastrophic decompression was a very likely possibility.
IT SHOOTS LIKE A HEART BLEEDING LOVE ON ITS WAYS BACK AND FORTH FORM EARTH…IT MIGHT HIT SUMONE SO BE CAREFUL WHER EYUH STAND LOL OH WELL I JUST FELT A POKE GUESS I WAS IN THE WRONG PLACE
Blazing arrow, towards that pinnacle of fiery truth deep in the heart of you, your mountain, your firm and unbending center, that shares no rivulet of love, no trickle of care, for me or our kind. Burn those bushes on your steep mountainside and feel my breathing, feeding life.
arrows have been around for a very long time, originally used for killing people and animals. However, now arrows are used in a different context. Just pointing. As in, over here! Whereas once an arrow meant certain death, now it could mean just about anything. Hey! There’s the bathroom on a road sign is a much more pleasant arrow than in the year 1450, when seeing an arrow often meant you wouldn’t have time to think about it’s unpleasantness
Indians come over the range to hunt the white man who steals their land. The arrow pierces the hide and drives a channel through the flesh as the pierced moans and rattles his last breath.
An arrow flies through the night sky, it’s flaming head a symbol of the freedom it’s shooter fights for. She sits between two dunes, watching the arrow arc higher and higher, and then begin to drop. Slinging her bow across her back, she continues upon her journey, which she fears will never come to an end.
Indians come over the range to hunt the white man who steals their land. The arrow pierces the hide and drives a channel through the flesh as the pierced moans and rattles his last breath.