assuming that i actually did all the things i was going to do and didn’t wait until the last minute i might be more prepared right now. assuming that i still cared about my grades and my school work i wouldn’t be stressing out right now. assuming i actually know what i want to do with my life i wouldn’t be feeling so afraid of the future right now. assuming that i actually sleep i wouldn’t feel so tired right now. assuming.
She began to applaud her teacher’s comment, assuming she was talking about the student who sat in front of her. The curly locks, the perfect nose, the perfect eyes that pierced into everyone’s souls. The girl had made it clear she was the teacher’s perfect pet, and the comment suited her appearance and how she held herself in public. Sara couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but despite everyone ignoring the curly-haired teacher’s pet, she wanted to become friends.
I assumed one day, that you would just show up.
But you never did.
All that assumption brings is disappointment
But I never lost hope.
I waited and waited.
Assuming you’d show up
You’re still not here
Where have you gone?
Will you ever come back?
I assume all the time . There areas where I feel assumptions are warranted. I assume I am happy … Am I? I assume so. It is my assumption that you are too.
“Assuming he’s dead…” What? What did he mean by that? Of course he’s dead. He’s never coming back and it upsets me everyday. I may have a new life now, but I have never forgotten him. I cant. And I wont.
How could one assume anything, really? How could one? One does not see into another’s mind; one is only oneself, is only ever oneself. One should not presume to know another. Another person is their own self. One should let them have that because they may lack all else.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. This trap isn’t for you. I’m assuming that, if I keep you here long enough, my real prey will show up soon enough.”
The color drained from Combeferre’s face. “What do you mean?” he asked warily.
“I mean I’m using you,” the captain said bluntly. “To catch the one I’m really after.”
Combeferre swallowed. “He’d never fall for this.”
“You did.”
He curled his shaking hands into fists, remembering the way he’d charged right into this cage, convinced that Courfeyrac was being tortured.
“He’s a lot smarter than I am.”
“We’ll just see.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Combeferre heard running footsteps. Panic flooded his mind. He had to do something.
“ENJOLRAS IT’S A TRA –”
Faster than he would have believed, the captain tore the warning from Combeferre’s throat with a knife. The last thing that echoed in his ears before everything went quiet was Enjolras’ grief-stricken rage.
What does this man think of creation? He was never formerly taught a particular belief system other than what he has picked up from people around town, his family, and philosophies around the world. He likes the idea that his body is made up of what was once molecules of the earth and stars. What was first man and first woman other than made from stardust and this mother earth? And what will he be when he dies and is buried (or cremated he hadn’t decided yet) other than returning to the earth as stardust and earth?
I keep on assuming that everything is fine, but how can you ever actually be sure. By assuming anything about people, you’re creating a false sense of security in an idea that might not even exist.
“youre the only thing keeping me sane right now. all this time I was assuming the universe was aligning as it should, but now everythings fucked. i love you. thank you for listening and for just being here.” my breath puffs out in streaks of white and we just hold onto each other. standing on the sidewalk, wearing our giant winter coats, and me hugging you with this deathgrip…we probably look really stupid to other people walking by, but I don’t care. and you don’t care either, and I love you for that, and for so many things. i don’t think you understand, but you accept it. you breathe softly into my neck and for the moment everything is ok.
assuming makes an ass out of you and me. assuming is bad because it just fucks up your opinion on someone based off things that may not be true. assuming he likes me, i like him too. but maybe he doesn’t, and if he doesn’t, this whole time i’ve been fooling myself on this assumption
The only thing he saw was her sitting in the bathroom sobbing and he knew that he had truly fucked up this time. It was only a matter of time, they had been screwing around for a few months. He felt guilty for taking her innocence completly away from her. What was he going to do with a human being that shared blood with him?
Run away. But then what if that being carried his last name to a next generation? The poor kid wouldn’t even know the face behind it. The awesome guy that made him possible.
I don’t always like to assume. But he started it first. The way his eyes looked at me and the way I looked at him, there was a block of tension between us, and he opened his mouth first. I assumed, but In my mind and his words came crashing to me like boulders and I was ready to close my eyes and let go–let go of something.
The problem with betting, Killen had figured out long ago, was that it involved leaving things to chance; and assuming that even if you lost most of the time that you could still, at least some of the time, win. He did not like this level of uncertainty, and had resolved to find a way around it.
They always said good things happen to bad people, and that I did nothing to deserve it. They gave me condolences and went to the funerals with me. I wonder what they’d think if they didn’t just assume there was no monster in the little girl wearing the floral dress.
Asumiendo que mi sonrisa es falsa, que mis ojos cristalinos me impiden ver claramente mi alrededor;
asumiendo que mis realidad se encuentra opacada por la intrigante fantasía;
asumiendo que mis engaños son intencionales y mis llantos son irracionales…
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasuming that someone loves internet i dont understand this buts ok couse i love him i love his smile ghai and i love how we met and how i can ask so many thngs from you to me i adore your smie and the way you see and i adore how you smoke
Why do people assume people are in a certian class. Looking at the man huddled on a street corner, freezing from the cold in just a suit jacket I realized this. He could be anyone, a drug dealer, a buisness man waiting for the train.
I don’t know why I always assume the worst of people. For every person I see in the streets, I instantly manage to gain an image of their life in the worst possible picture: “She definitely sleeps around; just look at her clothes”, “He’s such a wannabe hipster”, even the occasional spiteful “She’s so fat. She probably doesn’t have any friends.” It’s difficult for me to ease these judgments that bloom like toxic flowers in my head every time I come face to face with anyone. I try my best to push them down, but still they stain my mind like ink blossoming dark roses on paper. I tell myself everyday it’s Mom’s fault; she implanted this cynical monster inside me, it never grew naturally. But that’s not the truth and I know it.
i cannot imagine the rain. I cannot imagine the sun. all these things i don’t understand. the world is magic, plain and simple, science this and science that, no—it is magic. you can’t tell me any different.
Nothing.
I am assuming nothing.
He may be lying. My gut said so. But the second guessing demon that lived in my head was whispering doubts.
I was never good at reading body language. I wanted to always believe the
Assuming is when you make a statement with little fact behind it. A lot of times assumptions are caused by emotion, opinion and lack of knowledge. Assuming is never a good thing. It often causes problems.
The large shadow loomed over the river, terrifying and mocking me. I knew deep within it wasn’t a monster, but a branch, yet my childlike mind assumed the worst.
I sit, staring at the blank page infront of me. What can I draw? Assuming I knew about the project I was set to work. But I didn’t hear the instructions as I was elsewhere. I’m not allowed to tell my teachers about my disorder. I’m not allowed to tell anyone except for Lilian.
My mind wanders to the girl. I pretend she is my girlfriend, so that I don’t seen supiscious hanging out with her all the time.
“You know, I always leave the book in the same place.” I yelled from downstairs, grabbing the boxes and heading to the shelves under the stairs.
“No, you don’t. The book in the freezer, not on the floor like it was yesterday.”
Assuming is something that can lead to ones befall or rise in my case it lead to my fall. Because i got to close to him and he was laddie man but he was a kind gentleman but he was with another girl a lot and made me think he would cheat. And I learned he did but not before he made me the bad guy and my friends took his side and left me so I guess assuming is a wrong thing. And it cause me to fall.
And you will always be the friend of mine assuming that every smile I fake is real because you’ve never known otherwise. And you are going to wonder if things ever could have worked out any better for us, but they didn’t and they won’t and honestly I think that;s what hurts me here so much. I love you. I miss you. Please, please stop assuming that I am okay because I have never been more broken or lost in any of my days.
“i’m assuming you’re kidding,” Carrie laughs at Rory. “well you’re assuming wrong,” Rory stamps down on her laughter. “Rory,” i chide. “you’re asking to enter an area of the Grier that even high profile royalty need an appointment for!” Carrie shrieks at him. “i’m assuming that wasn’t a question,” Rory says steely. i gasp just before Carrie steps up to him and slaps him straight across the face, nearly knocking his prized glasses to the ground.
Assuming is dangerous, but it’s also so fun – we assume we know someone. We assume they know us. We assume we know ourselves. It’s a guessing game. You see a man, he walks into a room. His hair is perfect, he has the brightest eyes and the most perfectly tailored suit. He smiles for the camera, and we assume he’s happy.
“…that is assuming you’re still interested,”
She licked her lips. “Oh, I’m definitely interested,” she purred, her voice low.
Talia’s smile widened. “That’s good to hear,”
I’ve trapped myself into a corner. The assumption that I made is crawling towards me, legs clicking on the tiles with every painful step. I watch its figure heave towards me and want to turn inward to escape. But the image of its gnarled fangs and ever-watching eyes haunts me even in my sleep, and I cannot get away.
Everybody always assumes that they know better than me. My parents. My friends. My teachers. They all tell me what to do, because they believe that i can`t make the right decisions by myself.
They assume that because they are older, more experienced, they have to be right. They aren`t.
By assuming assumptions are rightly correct,
You fail to examine the world circumspect,
Blinding yourself to the truths that you seek
That exist in the real you believe to be bleak.
Beauty is blinding; we’ve fallen in love
With the unreal reality that has served to prove
How easy it is for us to be fooled:
We need only stop thinking, to be easily ruled.
So open your ears and your eyes and your heart,
And hear things unsaid, see things set apart
In the corners of rooms that claim truth to reside
But allow, in bright light, dark shadows to hide.
Reach out to the truth, pursue your true being
Past the who that society wants you to be seeing,
You’ll realize when you do,
There are more just like you,
And that you now have the key
To the hearts that need freeing.
Does it make an ass of you and me? No, we must assume to simplify. Without assumptions, our world is too cluttered to understand. We assume regularity, we assume repeatability, we assume purpose. Assuming keeps us sane.
I guess I can’t say much
when the last word you speak
is the very first thing
I would want to hear from you.
And I guess that when it comes time
to stand on the beach and
breathe, you will always know
exactly what to say.
Is it a question, is it an answer?
Is it all in your head, or all from your act?
An arguement, a flower
A cold war, a cuddle.
Let the assuming fade, and embrace the faith.
I’m assuming that this writing is an example of my everyday thoughts and actions. Assumptions go around and crawl into everyones conscious. They play tricks and sometimes those tricks close doors in our minds that take great strength to open.
“Why are you assuming the worst of me?” I demanded as I pulled the blanket closer to my chin. My stomach roiled beneath my bathrobe. Even water was difficult to digest.
“Because,” my mother replied, rolling her eyes, “there’s always some excuse for not having a job at this point.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I groaned. “Is getting norovirus a flimsy excuse? ‘Cause as soon as you start vomiting, I’m gonna scream at you about why you’re not heading to the office!”
assuming that i actually did all the things i was going to do and didn’t wait until the last minute i might be more prepared right now. assuming that i still cared about my grades and my school work i wouldn’t be stressing out right now. assuming i actually know what i want to do with my life i wouldn’t be feeling so afraid of the future right now. assuming that i actually sleep i wouldn’t feel so tired right now. assuming.
“Assuming that Aaron is right about the whole thing though…”
“He’s not.”
“But just…”
“No. End of discussion.”
She began to applaud her teacher’s comment, assuming she was talking about the student who sat in front of her. The curly locks, the perfect nose, the perfect eyes that pierced into everyone’s souls. The girl had made it clear she was the teacher’s perfect pet, and the comment suited her appearance and how she held herself in public. Sara couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but despite everyone ignoring the curly-haired teacher’s pet, she wanted to become friends.
I assumed one day, that you would just show up.
But you never did.
All that assumption brings is disappointment
But I never lost hope.
I waited and waited.
Assuming you’d show up
You’re still not here
Where have you gone?
Will you ever come back?
I assume all the time . There areas where I feel assumptions are warranted. I assume I am happy … Am I? I assume so. It is my assumption that you are too.
“Assuming he’s dead…” What? What did he mean by that? Of course he’s dead. He’s never coming back and it upsets me everyday. I may have a new life now, but I have never forgotten him. I cant. And I wont.
How could one assume anything, really? How could one? One does not see into another’s mind; one is only oneself, is only ever oneself. One should not presume to know another. Another person is their own self. One should let them have that because they may lack all else.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. This trap isn’t for you. I’m assuming that, if I keep you here long enough, my real prey will show up soon enough.”
The color drained from Combeferre’s face. “What do you mean?” he asked warily.
“I mean I’m using you,” the captain said bluntly. “To catch the one I’m really after.”
Combeferre swallowed. “He’d never fall for this.”
“You did.”
He curled his shaking hands into fists, remembering the way he’d charged right into this cage, convinced that Courfeyrac was being tortured.
“He’s a lot smarter than I am.”
“We’ll just see.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Combeferre heard running footsteps. Panic flooded his mind. He had to do something.
“ENJOLRAS IT’S A TRA –”
Faster than he would have believed, the captain tore the warning from Combeferre’s throat with a knife. The last thing that echoed in his ears before everything went quiet was Enjolras’ grief-stricken rage.
What does this man think of creation? He was never formerly taught a particular belief system other than what he has picked up from people around town, his family, and philosophies around the world. He likes the idea that his body is made up of what was once molecules of the earth and stars. What was first man and first woman other than made from stardust and this mother earth? And what will he be when he dies and is buried (or cremated he hadn’t decided yet) other than returning to the earth as stardust and earth?
I keep on assuming that everything is fine, but how can you ever actually be sure. By assuming anything about people, you’re creating a false sense of security in an idea that might not even exist.
“youre the only thing keeping me sane right now. all this time I was assuming the universe was aligning as it should, but now everythings fucked. i love you. thank you for listening and for just being here.” my breath puffs out in streaks of white and we just hold onto each other. standing on the sidewalk, wearing our giant winter coats, and me hugging you with this deathgrip…we probably look really stupid to other people walking by, but I don’t care. and you don’t care either, and I love you for that, and for so many things. i don’t think you understand, but you accept it. you breathe softly into my neck and for the moment everything is ok.
assuming makes an ass out of you and me. assuming is bad because it just fucks up your opinion on someone based off things that may not be true. assuming he likes me, i like him too. but maybe he doesn’t, and if he doesn’t, this whole time i’ve been fooling myself on this assumption
The only thing he saw was her sitting in the bathroom sobbing and he knew that he had truly fucked up this time. It was only a matter of time, they had been screwing around for a few months. He felt guilty for taking her innocence completly away from her. What was he going to do with a human being that shared blood with him?
Run away. But then what if that being carried his last name to a next generation? The poor kid wouldn’t even know the face behind it. The awesome guy that made him possible.
I don’t always like to assume. But he started it first. The way his eyes looked at me and the way I looked at him, there was a block of tension between us, and he opened his mouth first. I assumed, but In my mind and his words came crashing to me like boulders and I was ready to close my eyes and let go–let go of something.
The problem with betting, Killen had figured out long ago, was that it involved leaving things to chance; and assuming that even if you lost most of the time that you could still, at least some of the time, win. He did not like this level of uncertainty, and had resolved to find a way around it.
They always said good things happen to bad people, and that I did nothing to deserve it. They gave me condolences and went to the funerals with me. I wonder what they’d think if they didn’t just assume there was no monster in the little girl wearing the floral dress.
Asumiendo que mi sonrisa es falsa, que mis ojos cristalinos me impiden ver claramente mi alrededor;
asumiendo que mis realidad se encuentra opacada por la intrigante fantasía;
asumiendo que mis engaños son intencionales y mis llantos son irracionales…
asumiendo esto, comienzo a vivir.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasuming that someone loves internet i dont understand this buts ok couse i love him i love his smile ghai and i love how we met and how i can ask so many thngs from you to me i adore your smie and the way you see and i adore how you smoke
Why do people assume people are in a certian class. Looking at the man huddled on a street corner, freezing from the cold in just a suit jacket I realized this. He could be anyone, a drug dealer, a buisness man waiting for the train.
I don’t know why I always assume the worst of people. For every person I see in the streets, I instantly manage to gain an image of their life in the worst possible picture: “She definitely sleeps around; just look at her clothes”, “He’s such a wannabe hipster”, even the occasional spiteful “She’s so fat. She probably doesn’t have any friends.” It’s difficult for me to ease these judgments that bloom like toxic flowers in my head every time I come face to face with anyone. I try my best to push them down, but still they stain my mind like ink blossoming dark roses on paper. I tell myself everyday it’s Mom’s fault; she implanted this cynical monster inside me, it never grew naturally. But that’s not the truth and I know it.
i cannot imagine the rain. I cannot imagine the sun. all these things i don’t understand. the world is magic, plain and simple, science this and science that, no—it is magic. you can’t tell me any different.
Nothing.
I am assuming nothing.
He may be lying. My gut said so. But the second guessing demon that lived in my head was whispering doubts.
I was never good at reading body language. I wanted to always believe the
Assuming is when you make a statement with little fact behind it. A lot of times assumptions are caused by emotion, opinion and lack of knowledge. Assuming is never a good thing. It often causes problems.
The large shadow loomed over the river, terrifying and mocking me. I knew deep within it wasn’t a monster, but a branch, yet my childlike mind assumed the worst.
I sit, staring at the blank page infront of me. What can I draw? Assuming I knew about the project I was set to work. But I didn’t hear the instructions as I was elsewhere. I’m not allowed to tell my teachers about my disorder. I’m not allowed to tell anyone except for Lilian.
My mind wanders to the girl. I pretend she is my girlfriend, so that I don’t seen supiscious hanging out with her all the time.
“You know, I always leave the book in the same place.” I yelled from downstairs, grabbing the boxes and heading to the shelves under the stairs.
“No, you don’t. The book in the freezer, not on the floor like it was yesterday.”
Assuming is something that can lead to ones befall or rise in my case it lead to my fall. Because i got to close to him and he was laddie man but he was a kind gentleman but he was with another girl a lot and made me think he would cheat. And I learned he did but not before he made me the bad guy and my friends took his side and left me so I guess assuming is a wrong thing. And it cause me to fall.
And you will always be the friend of mine assuming that every smile I fake is real because you’ve never known otherwise. And you are going to wonder if things ever could have worked out any better for us, but they didn’t and they won’t and honestly I think that;s what hurts me here so much. I love you. I miss you. Please, please stop assuming that I am okay because I have never been more broken or lost in any of my days.
“i’m assuming you’re kidding,” Carrie laughs at Rory. “well you’re assuming wrong,” Rory stamps down on her laughter. “Rory,” i chide. “you’re asking to enter an area of the Grier that even high profile royalty need an appointment for!” Carrie shrieks at him. “i’m assuming that wasn’t a question,” Rory says steely. i gasp just before Carrie steps up to him and slaps him straight across the face, nearly knocking his prized glasses to the ground.
Assuming is dangerous, but it’s also so fun – we assume we know someone. We assume they know us. We assume we know ourselves. It’s a guessing game. You see a man, he walks into a room. His hair is perfect, he has the brightest eyes and the most perfectly tailored suit. He smiles for the camera, and we assume he’s happy.
The assuming you have been doing is really terrible!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! You said the secret word again!
Oh you got me again Pee Wee!
That’s my name don’t wear it out!
“…that is assuming you’re still interested,”
She licked her lips. “Oh, I’m definitely interested,” she purred, her voice low.
Talia’s smile widened. “That’s good to hear,”
I’ve trapped myself into a corner. The assumption that I made is crawling towards me, legs clicking on the tiles with every painful step. I watch its figure heave towards me and want to turn inward to escape. But the image of its gnarled fangs and ever-watching eyes haunts me even in my sleep, and I cannot get away.
Everybody always assumes that they know better than me. My parents. My friends. My teachers. They all tell me what to do, because they believe that i can`t make the right decisions by myself.
They assume that because they are older, more experienced, they have to be right. They aren`t.
By assuming assumptions are rightly correct,
You fail to examine the world circumspect,
Blinding yourself to the truths that you seek
That exist in the real you believe to be bleak.
Beauty is blinding; we’ve fallen in love
With the unreal reality that has served to prove
How easy it is for us to be fooled:
We need only stop thinking, to be easily ruled.
So open your ears and your eyes and your heart,
And hear things unsaid, see things set apart
In the corners of rooms that claim truth to reside
But allow, in bright light, dark shadows to hide.
Reach out to the truth, pursue your true being
Past the who that society wants you to be seeing,
You’ll realize when you do,
There are more just like you,
And that you now have the key
To the hearts that need freeing.
Does it make an ass of you and me? No, we must assume to simplify. Without assumptions, our world is too cluttered to understand. We assume regularity, we assume repeatability, we assume purpose. Assuming keeps us sane.
I guess I can’t say much
when the last word you speak
is the very first thing
I would want to hear from you.
And I guess that when it comes time
to stand on the beach and
breathe, you will always know
exactly what to say.
Is it a question, is it an answer?
Is it all in your head, or all from your act?
An arguement, a flower
A cold war, a cuddle.
Let the assuming fade, and embrace the faith.
I’m assuming that this writing is an example of my everyday thoughts and actions. Assumptions go around and crawl into everyones conscious. They play tricks and sometimes those tricks close doors in our minds that take great strength to open.
“Why are you assuming the worst of me?” I demanded as I pulled the blanket closer to my chin. My stomach roiled beneath my bathrobe. Even water was difficult to digest.
“Because,” my mother replied, rolling her eyes, “there’s always some excuse for not having a job at this point.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I groaned. “Is getting norovirus a flimsy excuse? ‘Cause as soon as you start vomiting, I’m gonna scream at you about why you’re not heading to the office!”