asking questions is the intelligent thing to do. In classrooms you learn double if you ask questions. But often times this is dependent on asking the right kinds of questions.
question never find allways waiting to see what they have to show me for anything that I don’t like to want or need in a house of/for cards killing children monkey business looser face ivan is a douche I think bridjette (sp?) is stupid
I ask myself, do you really LOVE her? Are you sure? All I can do is sit, my hand raised painfully high, smiling and crying. It’s not love. She is a part of me. She gives me butterflies. She is.
what do i write about asking?? there are alot of things i find myself asking for these days…..but i just really feel like i’ll never be happy and that i deserve to be. maybe im just whining toooo much. maybe. but whats the matter with asking??? how will i never get anything without asking???
why do you always ask. asking about this asking about that always asking. asking why asking who asking what when where. asking who is that? asking where where you? asking why is that like that? asking what am i doing? asking to just ask.
i was asking a question to my teacher when all of a sudden two life sized jack rabbits entered the door. they were wearing clothes and proceeded to tell me how asking questions about morality sometimes brought incredible things into this world. they were wearing long, striped pants and tophats. they took my hand and led me out the door into a world i no longer knew. i held my breathe and wondered if what i was seeing was real.
asking questions can get you into trouble, but also is usually the best thing to do. i ask a lot of them. a lot, of them. except really serious questions, as in “are you fucking around with other women?” or “do you just not love me anymore?” for some reason it’s much easier to ask “can i have salad dressing on the side?” or “which way to the highway?” than any of those questions.
asking is the ultimate question that will never be answered, we ask permission, we ask for love, we ask for acceptance, we ask for everything in life including whether or not we are loved.
i go to a school. and sometimes i feel like asking questions but i dont want to look like a stupid kid. and i like asking questions to people. EMILY IS ASKING ME TO DO THIS AND I WONDER WHAT HER WORD WAS AND WHAT SHE WROTE ABOUT IT
i ask you how you feel and you dont tell me anyhting you keep everything to yourself holding all your cards while mine sit vulnerable to your probing eyes. everything on the table with no questions asked and yet you hesitate….all the time too afraid to just let go and tell me what youre thinking.
i ask you how you feel and you dont tell me anyhting you keep everything to yourself holding all your cards while mine sit vulnerable to your probing eyes. everything on the table with no questions asked and yet you hesitate….all the time too afraid to just let go and tell me what youre thinking.
is sometimes really embarrassing but a lot of the time worth it. i hate it when teachers like my history teacher ask me questions i don’t know to the answer to and i look like a fool in front of the whole class. i hate asking what someone thinks about me because most of the time i want an answer without having to search for it. asking someone to move out of the way is really awkward and i hate it.
I was asking her if there really was life on Mars. She said yes, she knew for a fact there was, because she used to live on Mars. This news shocked me to my core. Never in a million years would I have suspected this. I asked her how long she had been here and why she left.
what i’m asking is that people fucking listen and build some common sense and mental stability in general in this world.
everything has grown so far and beyond control and nothing is black and white anymore.
i don’t know how to say it, but the world would be better if everyone started asking everyone else to kill themselves. there, i asked.
Sometimes it’s tough to ask for what you want. I don’t know if I always ask for what I want. People generally are inhibited from asking for their wants because they’re worried that what they want will conflict with what someone else wants; namely the person they’re asking. I’d like to ask for life to be ask-free. No more questions. Just answers.
You often ask to find out certain things and I often get annoyed when having to ask someone about something. I fear that people will think I am stupid or slow. Yet everyone always wants me to ask if I need help but I always have trouble with it.
All I ever did was wonder why he would ask me such a stupid question.
Nor did he ever stop asking till I decided to answer.
It was the worst possible.
“I need to ask you a question, have you ever done this before?”
What concern would it be to a person if I was doing something that they have no reason to even know about.
Asking stupid questions.
a question, is easy to do.
there are no stupid questions to ask, just stupid answers to those questions asked.
ask yourself, why am i here?
ask yourself, what have i accomplised?
ask yourself, hace i made a difference.
incredible felt, relayed the seconds by the clock foundering in a missive, bereft requesting a timetable given tissues sluicing unto a gravel ground grip grappling your hair in the morning your hair when we wake up your hair i just want to feel what i felt once what i loved once
asking for hope for peace for confidence. asking request to petition to endeavor to please. lord i’m asking you to be with me this day.
lord i’m asking for opportunity. i’m asking you to be my guide.
He was just asking for it. The hands were all over me before his inquiry had even registered. “Is that a fucking joint?!” He hoarse voice belonged the Neanderthal type to whome muscles and pussy are more important than anything else. Not that there’s necessarily anything wrong with that, it’s just different, and therefore inferior. My fist, his jaw, you know the rest.
No, unfortunately I just left with nothing lost but some pride and the roach I didn’t even really get a hit on.
I woudl like to ask God so many questions. Really, what the heck are we suppose to think about all the things he gave to us in the bible. I’d ask him why we suffer and some others excel. I’d ask him why he blessed me with slow metabolism which makes losing weight really hard. I’d ask him why he did many of the unthinkable thing he did in the old testament.
“stop asking me” she screamed from inside the bathroom, her voice hoarse from screaming for hours before. “i can’t help it,” he retorted. “it’s my baby too. I can ask as much as i want”
asking is the process of inquiring about something. it is the art of learning about something. by asking we obtain information that was not previously know to us. asking can require a lot of self courage. sometimes asking is not the popular thing to do. those who ask are sometimes seen as weak. i think that asking is the key to knowledge and education. we need to ask to survive and grow.
what i ask about isnt for you to think i am a nutso but for all of us to think about the other day the tree we were at went up in flames and ate the sky after a balloon fell over a bridge with ha big falafel ceiling. on top of the roof in istanbul we smoked a hookah and drank caterpillar juice in the purple green and gold
It is said that love concurs all when it soul mates. My boyfriend and I had just recently broken up for second time within our five year relationship. The first time was because he fell out of love with me and wants someone who is perfect on his paper list, but I felt differently about the relationship we had. I knew for fact that we were meant to be together.
I always been having a dream that I getting married to someone but I could never see their face, but that was until he came into my life. Every since he has been in my life, his face is the only one I see in my dreams.
Sometime later as I starting to give up on him, he told me that he was in love with me good long time and that he wanted us to get back together. He also told me that it felt like we were together in a past life and he wanted to marry me. This was in the being of the year; it now the end of August and has been almost three months since our second break up. The reason he broke up with me this time is because I had a hard time finding another job and others in the past paid poorly. He said that he had things to work out personally. I told him that if he love and believes in me then he would do this. He said that he does love me, but isn
asking questions has never been a strong point of mine. to me, it is a sign of weakness. i guess i inherit that from my father who is known for his know it all – ness. i really would like to ask more questions in life though. i know that there is so much to be gained from this simple process that is such a threat to my pride.. ew.
asking a question, it’s something we all do every day, whether we are aware of it or not. I guess it’s essential, but I’m not sure why we are programmed to ask so many darn questions. I mean…it’s like we think we can know the answer to the world and the universe if we just keep asking more and more questions.
when i ask about something i expect a straight answer. none of this beating around the bush shit. most people can’t give me what i’m after, so i look to those who can for proper guidance. if all i’m searching for is one solid push in the right direction, don’t you think i could expect at least an effort on your part?
Asking is the foundation of solidation.
asking questions is the intelligent thing to do. In classrooms you learn double if you ask questions. But often times this is dependent on asking the right kinds of questions.
ohh shit damn thing gave me the spuid one as my sister this just pisses me off i want a do over cuz this one blows my butt and yes i do shower naked
question never find allways waiting to see what they have to show me for anything that I don’t like to want or need in a house of/for cards killing children monkey business looser face ivan is a douche I think bridjette (sp?) is stupid
I ask myself, do you really LOVE her? Are you sure? All I can do is sit, my hand raised painfully high, smiling and crying. It’s not love. She is a part of me. She gives me butterflies. She is.
what do i write about asking?? there are alot of things i find myself asking for these days…..but i just really feel like i’ll never be happy and that i deserve to be. maybe im just whining toooo much. maybe. but whats the matter with asking??? how will i never get anything without asking???
All I’m asking for is another word. I don’t think that’s an outrageous request.
i’ve been asking myself the same question for a while now: when will i finally make the initiative to change my life?
why do you always ask. asking about this asking about that always asking. asking why asking who asking what when where. asking who is that? asking where where you? asking why is that like that? asking what am i doing? asking to just ask.
i was asking a question to my teacher when all of a sudden two life sized jack rabbits entered the door. they were wearing clothes and proceeded to tell me how asking questions about morality sometimes brought incredible things into this world. they were wearing long, striped pants and tophats. they took my hand and led me out the door into a world i no longer knew. i held my breathe and wondered if what i was seeing was real.
asking questions can get you into trouble, but also is usually the best thing to do. i ask a lot of them. a lot, of them. except really serious questions, as in “are you fucking around with other women?” or “do you just not love me anymore?” for some reason it’s much easier to ask “can i have salad dressing on the side?” or “which way to the highway?” than any of those questions.
I’m asking you to give me another chance. Please.
asking is the ultimate question that will never be answered, we ask permission, we ask for love, we ask for acceptance, we ask for everything in life including whether or not we are loved.
i go to a school. and sometimes i feel like asking questions but i dont want to look like a stupid kid. and i like asking questions to people. EMILY IS ASKING ME TO DO THIS AND I WONDER WHAT HER WORD WAS AND WHAT SHE WROTE ABOUT IT
i ask you how you feel and you dont tell me anyhting you keep everything to yourself holding all your cards while mine sit vulnerable to your probing eyes. everything on the table with no questions asked and yet you hesitate….all the time too afraid to just let go and tell me what youre thinking.
i ask you how you feel and you dont tell me anyhting you keep everything to yourself holding all your cards while mine sit vulnerable to your probing eyes. everything on the table with no questions asked and yet you hesitate….all the time too afraid to just let go and tell me what youre thinking.
wanting
desiring
feeling
happiness
neediness
for what?
why?
who?
where?
enough.
child
religion
prayer
meditation
seeing is believing
nicely
is sometimes really embarrassing but a lot of the time worth it. i hate it when teachers like my history teacher ask me questions i don’t know to the answer to and i look like a fool in front of the whole class. i hate asking what someone thinks about me because most of the time i want an answer without having to search for it. asking someone to move out of the way is really awkward and i hate it.
I was asking her if there really was life on Mars. She said yes, she knew for a fact there was, because she used to live on Mars. This news shocked me to my core. Never in a million years would I have suspected this. I asked her how long she had been here and why she left.
what i’m asking is that people fucking listen and build some common sense and mental stability in general in this world.
everything has grown so far and beyond control and nothing is black and white anymore.
i don’t know how to say it, but the world would be better if everyone started asking everyone else to kill themselves. there, i asked.
questions like rhyme. knowing answers like a riddle. confidence is the game. i am losing.
questioning something
Sometimes it’s tough to ask for what you want. I don’t know if I always ask for what I want. People generally are inhibited from asking for their wants because they’re worried that what they want will conflict with what someone else wants; namely the person they’re asking. I’d like to ask for life to be ask-free. No more questions. Just answers.
You often ask to find out certain things and I often get annoyed when having to ask someone about something. I fear that people will think I am stupid or slow. Yet everyone always wants me to ask if I need help but I always have trouble with it.
All I ever did was wonder why he would ask me such a stupid question.
Nor did he ever stop asking till I decided to answer.
It was the worst possible.
“I need to ask you a question, have you ever done this before?”
What concern would it be to a person if I was doing something that they have no reason to even know about.
Asking stupid questions.
a question, is easy to do.
there are no stupid questions to ask, just stupid answers to those questions asked.
ask yourself, why am i here?
ask yourself, what have i accomplised?
ask yourself, hace i made a difference.
I am asking questions without answers. When you have so many people depending on you it is difficult to always have absolutes with which to take care
incredible felt, relayed the seconds by the clock foundering in a missive, bereft requesting a timetable given tissues sluicing unto a gravel ground grip grappling your hair in the morning your hair when we wake up your hair i just want to feel what i felt once what i loved once
asking for hope for peace for confidence. asking request to petition to endeavor to please. lord i’m asking you to be with me this day.
lord i’m asking for opportunity. i’m asking you to be my guide.
He was just asking for it. The hands were all over me before his inquiry had even registered. “Is that a fucking joint?!” He hoarse voice belonged the Neanderthal type to whome muscles and pussy are more important than anything else. Not that there’s necessarily anything wrong with that, it’s just different, and therefore inferior. My fist, his jaw, you know the rest.
No, unfortunately I just left with nothing lost but some pride and the roach I didn’t even really get a hit on.
I woudl like to ask God so many questions. Really, what the heck are we suppose to think about all the things he gave to us in the bible. I’d ask him why we suffer and some others excel. I’d ask him why he blessed me with slow metabolism which makes losing weight really hard. I’d ask him why he did many of the unthinkable thing he did in the old testament.
“stop asking me” she screamed from inside the bathroom, her voice hoarse from screaming for hours before. “i can’t help it,” he retorted. “it’s my baby too. I can ask as much as i want”
asking is the process of inquiring about something. it is the art of learning about something. by asking we obtain information that was not previously know to us. asking can require a lot of self courage. sometimes asking is not the popular thing to do. those who ask are sometimes seen as weak. i think that asking is the key to knowledge and education. we need to ask to survive and grow.
what i ask about isnt for you to think i am a nutso but for all of us to think about the other day the tree we were at went up in flames and ate the sky after a balloon fell over a bridge with ha big falafel ceiling. on top of the roof in istanbul we smoked a hookah and drank caterpillar juice in the purple green and gold
It is said that love concurs all when it soul mates. My boyfriend and I had just recently broken up for second time within our five year relationship. The first time was because he fell out of love with me and wants someone who is perfect on his paper list, but I felt differently about the relationship we had. I knew for fact that we were meant to be together.
I always been having a dream that I getting married to someone but I could never see their face, but that was until he came into my life. Every since he has been in my life, his face is the only one I see in my dreams.
Sometime later as I starting to give up on him, he told me that he was in love with me good long time and that he wanted us to get back together. He also told me that it felt like we were together in a past life and he wanted to marry me. This was in the being of the year; it now the end of August and has been almost three months since our second break up. The reason he broke up with me this time is because I had a hard time finding another job and others in the past paid poorly. He said that he had things to work out personally. I told him that if he love and believes in me then he would do this. He said that he does love me, but isn
asking questions has never been a strong point of mine. to me, it is a sign of weakness. i guess i inherit that from my father who is known for his know it all – ness. i really would like to ask more questions in life though. i know that there is so much to be gained from this simple process that is such a threat to my pride.. ew.
To such thing we have such grace, if only we could think. Without, we have no knowledge. With, only speculation.
asking a question, it’s something we all do every day, whether we are aware of it or not. I guess it’s essential, but I’m not sure why we are programmed to ask so many darn questions. I mean…it’s like we think we can know the answer to the world and the universe if we just keep asking more and more questions.
when i ask about something i expect a straight answer. none of this beating around the bush shit. most people can’t give me what i’m after, so i look to those who can for proper guidance. if all i’m searching for is one solid push in the right direction, don’t you think i could expect at least an effort on your part?
since your asking…
You’re the one that was asking
you’re the song i didn’t write
you’re the best idea i’ve never had..