A bleak winter wrapped me up and carried me away from the house I had left, the house I had known all my life. A bleak message filled with the bleak sorrow of time. And yet it wrapped me, wrapped me up as if to comfort me.
bleak – when everything seems to be going completely wrong and you have no idea why. Like when it rains when you’ve just starightened your hair. That’s bleak.
Ugh, bleak is such a bleak word. When I think of bleak, I think of a monatone teacher. Or a shirt that has such a wacky color that it washes out the color of my skin. Bleak is not positive. Bleak sucks.
sometimes, when it rains, the world turns a bleak shade of ugly, thick gray. the clouds loom over the world like a cat looks down on a mouse, and the sun hides behind who-knows-what. but afterwards, when it all goes away, the grass is green and the world comes to life again.
Bleak was the winter that Zargon the dragon came to Nethertown; bleak was the land when he left it; and bleaker still the prospects of those left behind to mourn their city, their kinsmen and their hopes.
spring came late that year, reluctant to mock the land’s despair with promises of new life and harvest. But come it did, as all sorrows must end. New shoots of green covered the hills, and small, fresh leaves appeared on a few twigs from those trees not blasted to ash by zargon’s path.
Bleak, though, was the land that year, and for a tenyear after that. Charred trees fell across dried stream beds; the waters scorched by the dragon’s passing.
My world feels bleak. Time goes on and exciting things happen…but yet the world feels bleak in everything that goes on. Bleak reminds me of white and how that symbolizes purity.
the shadows left me in despair, there were only so many thoughts that could be held in my head. the bleak fields stared back at me, filled with my own anger; reflecting me
She sat in the wooden rocking chair clutching a doll with torn arms and dingy face clinging to the bleak image behind her eyes that blocked everything else from her memory.
The outlook was bleak. For the past three and a half years she hadn’t met a one guy that she liked enough to keep around for more than two months. There was always something off, wrong, missing- even if she couldn’t put her finger on it until much later. There was no way she was going to find a suitable date for the wedding.
Meine Zähne bleichen – mach es zu deinem Projekt! Die Wände hochlaufen – mach es zu deinem Projekt! Mal wieder an Gott glauben – mach es zu deinem Projekt! Mach es zu deinem Projekt, Baby! Alles kannst du schaffen, solange du es zu deinem Projekt machst!
Bleak House. It was a dreadful place, no sun, no warmth, no birds singing in the trees. I missed her like the moon missed the earth, as if the dogs themselves were howling because of her absence. Bleak remains were all that surrounded me in this place. There was no hope anymore.
my girlfriend has a cat named bleaker, he is gray and super chill. he will let you hold him however you please, even upside down by his legs. when i see the word bleak, that is the first thing that comes to mind, my girlfriends cat. he is a badass.
when i hear bleak i think of pauly bleaker from juno. which reminds me of michael cera who i really love! he has this akwardness about him that i find attracting
the bleak sky reminded me of what it was like in middle school. Dark and cold. I feel lost and alone again, like no one wants me. Like days simply fade from one to the next never changing. never improving and ever going on
The bed was bleak, the room bleak, the drugs they gave me made me bleak minded for days on end. I saw myself standing on a grey, metal, bleak landscape before the sun came up and shone on the health that the bleak mended.
it is a bleak predicament when one has to consider that being an immigrant in a foreign country inhibits your chances of ever becoming a successful individual
The morning dragged on.
I sipped my coffee.
I felt the liquid slide down my throat and into my soul.
The morning fog started to lift.
The day moved upwards.
it was a bleak afternoon. she sat in the rocking chair on the front porch and stared out into the gray in front of her. she wasn’t sure why she felt the way that she did. she thought maybe it was the sky.
A word that shows are misunderstanding for the universe. How easily we forget hope and let it slip through our fingers, questions our potential. This word is the manifestation of what would should stray from
Bleak is how I feel about life most of the time. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, what the fuck to do, when the fuck to do it. Makes me feel like I am going nowhere.
it was a bleak evening when i stepped out of m house and on the the front porch people were walking past me. The weather was cold and the sky was and dark shade of blue gray.
this is annoying.
A bleak winter wrapped me up and carried me away from the house I had left, the house I had known all my life. A bleak message filled with the bleak sorrow of time. And yet it wrapped me, wrapped me up as if to comfort me.
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bleak – when everything seems to be going completely wrong and you have no idea why. Like when it rains when you’ve just starightened your hair. That’s bleak.
Ugh, bleak is such a bleak word. When I think of bleak, I think of a monatone teacher. Or a shirt that has such a wacky color that it washes out the color of my skin. Bleak is not positive. Bleak sucks.
weird
strange
unknown
crazy
unclear
faded
not clear
sometimes, when it rains, the world turns a bleak shade of ugly, thick gray. the clouds loom over the world like a cat looks down on a mouse, and the sun hides behind who-knows-what. but afterwards, when it all goes away, the grass is green and the world comes to life again.
a desert landscape devoid of life or color.
sad winter snow desert plain boring clear slatet
Bleak is only a perception. My bleak rainy day is my garden’s feast. Change your perception – change your bleakness.
Bleakness is absolute misery. Impenetrable and scary. I won’t have any of it. No thanks.
Bleak was the winter that Zargon the dragon came to Nethertown; bleak was the land when he left it; and bleaker still the prospects of those left behind to mourn their city, their kinsmen and their hopes.
spring came late that year, reluctant to mock the land’s despair with promises of new life and harvest. But come it did, as all sorrows must end. New shoots of green covered the hills, and small, fresh leaves appeared on a few twigs from those trees not blasted to ash by zargon’s path.
Bleak, though, was the land that year, and for a tenyear after that. Charred trees fell across dried stream beds; the waters scorched by the dragon’s passing.
My world feels bleak. Time goes on and exciting things happen…but yet the world feels bleak in everything that goes on. Bleak reminds me of white and how that symbolizes purity.
the shadows left me in despair, there were only so many thoughts that could be held in my head. the bleak fields stared back at me, filled with my own anger; reflecting me
Everything is bleak. Can not see ahead of ,myself. I am sad drowning in space that I call my own. Wait for me help me find my way.
From the day she was born to the night she died, everything around her drowned in the same bleak future.
“It…looks bleak. Desolate. Nothing like I was expecting.”
“Get used to it, kid. Nothing can ever live up to your expectations.”
What a sad word. I don’t even like to use it unless referring to art. Too depressing! Don’t use it about people, anyone!
She sat in the wooden rocking chair clutching a doll with torn arms and dingy face clinging to the bleak image behind her eyes that blocked everything else from her memory.
Dull. Boring. Drab. Not fantastic. Lacking. Starts with a b. Good for rhyming words. Reminds me of rainy days and cloudy skies.
The outlook was bleak. For the past three and a half years she hadn’t met a one guy that she liked enough to keep around for more than two months. There was always something off, wrong, missing- even if she couldn’t put her finger on it until much later. There was no way she was going to find a suitable date for the wedding.
Meine Zähne bleichen – mach es zu deinem Projekt! Die Wände hochlaufen – mach es zu deinem Projekt! Mal wieder an Gott glauben – mach es zu deinem Projekt! Mach es zu deinem Projekt, Baby! Alles kannst du schaffen, solange du es zu deinem Projekt machst!
Bleak House. It was a dreadful place, no sun, no warmth, no birds singing in the trees. I missed her like the moon missed the earth, as if the dogs themselves were howling because of her absence. Bleak remains were all that surrounded me in this place. There was no hope anymore.
my girlfriend has a cat named bleaker, he is gray and super chill. he will let you hold him however you please, even upside down by his legs. when i see the word bleak, that is the first thing that comes to mind, my girlfriends cat. he is a badass.
when i hear bleak i think of pauly bleaker from juno. which reminds me of michael cera who i really love! he has this akwardness about him that i find attracting
the bleak sky reminded me of what it was like in middle school. Dark and cold. I feel lost and alone again, like no one wants me. Like days simply fade from one to the next never changing. never improving and ever going on
I am a demon from hell. My name is bleak. what i touch is soon ruined. come here a minute…
The bed was bleak, the room bleak, the drugs they gave me made me bleak minded for days on end. I saw myself standing on a grey, metal, bleak landscape before the sun came up and shone on the health that the bleak mended.
it is a bleak predicament when one has to consider that being an immigrant in a foreign country inhibits your chances of ever becoming a successful individual
The morning dragged on.
I sipped my coffee.
I felt the liquid slide down my throat and into my soul.
The morning fog started to lift.
The day moved upwards.
it was a bleak afternoon. she sat in the rocking chair on the front porch and stared out into the gray in front of her. she wasn’t sure why she felt the way that she did. she thought maybe it was the sky.
A word that shows are misunderstanding for the universe. How easily we forget hope and let it slip through our fingers, questions our potential. This word is the manifestation of what would should stray from
House. Winter like not on the radar yet. Can’t see straight in the dark. Not a problem. Dreamed about cats driving cars the other night. Lovely.
Bleak is desolate and unnerving, cold and dreary. Bleak weather, bleak tone, bleak smile. Bleak is a bleak word itself.
the morning turned sour when i rolled over and noticed you were no longer beside me. how can such a radiant sunset turn into a bleak sunrise?
Bleak is how I feel about life most of the time. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, what the fuck to do, when the fuck to do it. Makes me feel like I am going nowhere.
it was a bleak evening when i stepped out of m house and on the the front porch people were walking past me. The weather was cold and the sky was and dark shade of blue gray.
Bleichgesicht.
Mehr seh ich nicht.
Ein Bleichgesicht.
Gegenüber. Im Spiegel.