Black and white. Canary yellow. A leather jacket. Red pumps. Stilettos. A white button up shirt. All the styles that have lasted throughout the years are never as classic as a true smile.
heart ache, no matter the place, the person, the time or the love, will always feel the same. it will all hurt the same. a classic kinda of pain. a broken heart in 1935 and one yesterday feel the same. a classic kinda pain.
The jokes he made were classic, the diamond he bought was classic, the proposal was classic, but when the wedding was over, I looked around and my life was anything but.
I was waiting under the rain for an hour and no taxi were in sight; then one shows up and one guy comes out of nowhere and steals the long awaited taxi in front of my nose….. CLASSIC!
I see that shirt you’re wearing, I see those shades, I see those jeans that come with you, and all I think of is how classic it all feels to me. The night was silent as you walked to me, but just faintly, I could hear a song being played; not a song, it was more of an instrumental. An orchestra that played Beethoven’s 9th Symphony.asdfasdfBut I couldn’t be sure what it was either way
As the smoke from their last exchange cleared, Balthazan and Myiercoff once again faced off in the arena. Each now reached into his Bag of Tricks™ and rummaged for just the right potion. “It’s the classic blunder,” Marty crowed as he watched the bout on the holograph vid-screen. “You never, ever let another wizard see your spells being cast!” “But I thought the classic blunder was to never get involved in a land war in Asia,” Portia said. “Don’t be dumb,” Marty sniffed. “That’s only if you don’t have a Level 3 Wizard in your ranks. Both of these guys are at least Level 4. They ought to know better.”
My mother and grandmother are very elegant and classic, they have this grace. it also reminds me of old hollywood with all there jewels and ethic. i just watched burlesque although its not classy but its classic.
The house loomed. Ornate columns towered over her like the stout legs of giants. Even in the summer morning’s sun, Jamie shivered despite herself. Show no weakness? She should leave now. No-one would know she had gone. No-one would miss her. No-one had missed her for the last 24 yeas. Why should today be any different?
a creation of the highest excellence
sketched with the finest pencil
a figure of elegant beauty
a woman
raw and pure
poured from his hand
his love
his life
the portrait of his wife.
It was classic. There was no way it would fail… the plan had been repeated so many times throughout the years that she was sure it would be a success. It had worked before, hadn’t it?
The only problem was that classics may seem timeless but sage-girl was into newer horror. She didn’t appreciate the black and white movies or the old books.
“you’re classic” he laughed ruffling my hair
He knew it annoyed me and obviously getting your hair ruffled is annoying but it’s more than that. Ruffling my hair is like his way of saying ‘you’re a friend or a sister or whatever but you’re never going to be my girlfriend’ and when I look at his beautiful face the thought kills me.
Open my eyes to the sound of my favourite song, the soft sunlight through the curtains playing with my consciousness, I smile lightly as I’m greeted awake, I walk without a shower to the balcony, light myself a cigarette, with a coffee in the other hand. As the cold wind blows on my face, I read the word on the cigarette: Classic (classic milds in India)
You amaze me with how I never hear from you for months then suddenly I will think of you & wonder how your doing…a few days will go by & then you will call me….Classic.
I want you around permanently.
Classic takes me to the seventies, when I was given three year old Cosmos by my fathers girlfriend and absorbed every picture, and it was all so pretty in those pages when the world was all grey and we didn’t have bedsheets; MGs and Cortinas and Moggie Minors and the smell of Rive Gauche, but of course there was the other kind of classic too: reading Wuthering Heights and Gone With the Wind under the blankets with a torch in a power cut. I turned out more Wuthering Heights as it goes.
Classical music is a nice break from what I tend to hear around my friends these days. Everything has a time and a place, but I find it comforting to hear sounds that I know were produced by natural processes rather than a computer program.
“It’s a classic.” A statement we say about movies which we think will last forever. But do they really? Do we believe that something will last forever? We can never know anything about forever. A movie from the 1940 is still seen now, but what about the future generations who have different tastes, and different forms of entertainment? Would they still be willing to classify it as a classic- as a forever?
That was a classic…I mean how could he say that?? What a moron, and he thought that everyone else was just hanging on his words and listened…not. So full of himself and empty of mind he was! She just turned around, smiled and walked off…
there is nothing that comes to my mind reading classic.. but then again it’s Sunday morning and I just woke up thinking my phone was ringing but it wasn’t… I must be waiting for a call too badly… classic trick of my mind?
What is classic? sometimes it is something someone says. Other times, it’s a pose in a picture, or a scenario. I think classic is something expected, or unchanging. something comforting.
A classic… Meaning old. I feel old. But I’m not a classic. More like a worn out tire. You wouldn’t call that a classic, would you? I didn’t think so. I’m tired. A tired tire. Hmmm…
Harry had meant to place the covered dish and tray of goblets and on the table in front of Mr. and Mrs. Rothschild, but instead he accidentally dropped them all. The resultant staccato cacophony of the cascading silverware as his white gloved hands tried to recover them rung out to the tune of Eine Kleine Nachtmuzik
Classic. Often said sarcastically, like somebody did something stupid that perfectly conveys the stupidity of their existence. And there’s nothing else to say. OF course it has a lot of milder uses. But it’s classic of me to think of the sarcastic one.
Oh guess what, if you’re clumsy and confused you can get yourself another 60 seconds! Classic.
Classic. Classic rock? Classic movies? How about classic cartoons? The best cartoons were Tom and Jerry and the old Loony Toons that had the best classical music backing them up.
I have chosen the classic way to escape this hell. It will almost seem like flying, as long as i close my eyes and imagine so. Before the dreaded plunge from her balcony, i will soar and i will be above and beyond all this wasteland. I can hardly wait. Spreading my arms, looking to the heavens, i lift the my heels, push my weight past the balls of my feet and embrace a end which i see as a new beginning. It is time.
Dean has often told me that Classic Rock is the only music I should be listing too. He has told me this repetitively over the years. I remember one particular monologue he made some time back in 2011 as we were traveling around the state of Idaho. The ratio stations were just beginning to flicker out and this was a common topic amongst most of the people, and their common question because of it was, “What will I listen to while driving?” Dean said that this is why he listened to classic rock on cassette tapes. Because they would never brake, and the music would never grow old. I miss the way Dean would smile when he talked about such things.
There’s The Beatles, or Elvis Presley. Or Jane Austen and Shakespeare. It’s irreplaceable. Once a classic, always a classic. A movie in black and white, though it shows only two colors, it leaves your brain to fill out the rest – classical.
Classical music playing softly. The steady hum of the impala’s engine as it glides over the asphalt. Dean’s hushed voices when he is singing along to the most out dated of music when he thinks I am sleeping. It is often scary to thing I almost gave this up for normality, for stability. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know that now more than ever.
You can’t copy it.
You can’t remake it.
But you can love it.
You can admire it for what its done for the temporary present.
Music
Movies
Video games
Comedy
Horror
Quotes
Role models
Poems
Ect.
You can always mirror it, but it is what it is.
happy classic snapshots of the past, a morass to uncover and discover the spirits left behind, the climate yellowed, sepia toned memories, there has to be a classic me in there somewhere, behind the times, defined by lines written by old philosophers on painkillers, perhaps they’d write a thriller about me, generation yet to be.
I brushed the shattered glass off the top of the hood, shifted the car into reverse, and prepared for my quick getaway. My Magnum sat by my side, battered, shattered. It’s a shame, too. That classic had saved me from death more times than I could even imagine.
Classic rock. Classic cars. What makes something classic? I think it’s something that we keep in our lives, that we keep coming back to. There’s the classic things we like. Recently I’ve been rediscovering music I used to listen to all the time, but haven’t listened to recently. It’s the classic music I liked, and I can’t believe I strayed so far away from it. Time to go back. It was part of who I was, and it’s still part of who I AM but I just seem to have forgotten that.
She remembered buying that little dress twenty-something years ago; it was around the same time she had purchased colorful leg warmers, frilly scarves, and large, obnoxiously obvious hair scrunchies. However—unlike those things that had seemed impatient to become hand-me-downs, donations, and trash—the dress was simply destined to be a keeper. She smiled down at it; her petite frame had stayed the same all these years, and the style of the garment was classic. If only the people in her life could be so wonderfully reliable…
Black and white. Canary yellow. A leather jacket. Red pumps. Stilettos. A white button up shirt. All the styles that have lasted throughout the years are never as classic as a true smile.
heart ache, no matter the place, the person, the time or the love, will always feel the same. it will all hurt the same. a classic kinda of pain. a broken heart in 1935 and one yesterday feel the same. a classic kinda pain.
The jokes he made were classic, the diamond he bought was classic, the proposal was classic, but when the wedding was over, I looked around and my life was anything but.
I was waiting under the rain for an hour and no taxi were in sight; then one shows up and one guy comes out of nowhere and steals the long awaited taxi in front of my nose….. CLASSIC!
I see that shirt you’re wearing, I see those shades, I see those jeans that come with you, and all I think of is how classic it all feels to me. The night was silent as you walked to me, but just faintly, I could hear a song being played; not a song, it was more of an instrumental. An orchestra that played Beethoven’s 9th Symphony.asdfasdfBut I couldn’t be sure what it was either way
As the smoke from their last exchange cleared, Balthazan and Myiercoff once again faced off in the arena. Each now reached into his Bag of Tricks™ and rummaged for just the right potion. “It’s the classic blunder,” Marty crowed as he watched the bout on the holograph vid-screen. “You never, ever let another wizard see your spells being cast!” “But I thought the classic blunder was to never get involved in a land war in Asia,” Portia said. “Don’t be dumb,” Marty sniffed. “That’s only if you don’t have a Level 3 Wizard in your ranks. Both of these guys are at least Level 4. They ought to know better.”
My mother and grandmother are very elegant and classic, they have this grace. it also reminds me of old hollywood with all there jewels and ethic. i just watched burlesque although its not classy but its classic.
The house loomed. Ornate columns towered over her like the stout legs of giants. Even in the summer morning’s sun, Jamie shivered despite herself. Show no weakness? She should leave now. No-one would know she had gone. No-one would miss her. No-one had missed her for the last 24 yeas. Why should today be any different?
classic
a creation of the highest excellence
sketched with the finest pencil
a figure of elegant beauty
a woman
raw and pure
poured from his hand
his love
his life
the portrait of his wife.
It was classic. There was no way it would fail… the plan had been repeated so many times throughout the years that she was sure it would be a success. It had worked before, hadn’t it?
The only problem was that classics may seem timeless but sage-girl was into newer horror. She didn’t appreciate the black and white movies or the old books.
“you’re classic” he laughed ruffling my hair
He knew it annoyed me and obviously getting your hair ruffled is annoying but it’s more than that. Ruffling my hair is like his way of saying ‘you’re a friend or a sister or whatever but you’re never going to be my girlfriend’ and when I look at his beautiful face the thought kills me.
I thought we already had this word????? Common OneWord! I don’t have time for this crap!
Open my eyes to the sound of my favourite song, the soft sunlight through the curtains playing with my consciousness, I smile lightly as I’m greeted awake, I walk without a shower to the balcony, light myself a cigarette, with a coffee in the other hand. As the cold wind blows on my face, I read the word on the cigarette: Classic (classic milds in India)
You amaze me with how I never hear from you for months then suddenly I will think of you & wonder how your doing…a few days will go by & then you will call me….Classic.
I want you around permanently.
Classic takes me to the seventies, when I was given three year old Cosmos by my fathers girlfriend and absorbed every picture, and it was all so pretty in those pages when the world was all grey and we didn’t have bedsheets; MGs and Cortinas and Moggie Minors and the smell of Rive Gauche, but of course there was the other kind of classic too: reading Wuthering Heights and Gone With the Wind under the blankets with a torch in a power cut. I turned out more Wuthering Heights as it goes.
Classical music is a nice break from what I tend to hear around my friends these days. Everything has a time and a place, but I find it comforting to hear sounds that I know were produced by natural processes rather than a computer program.
Few things come to mind when I see the word classic.
May I?
“Chuck and Connie took a cruse in their Caprice Classic convertible.”
“I want a Gibson Les Paul Classic.”
“Will there be two this evening?” “Yes. Can my wife have some crayons and a coloring book?”
– Classic. It always shocks the hostess.
“Bob Hope will come to life in January 2012 at the Tiger Woods Golf Classic that will be held in Coachella Valley, California.”
Classic. What is the exact meaning of this word??
Classic!! meaning it’s original it’s awesome!
or classic meaning, it’s boring, old, gradpa-ish…
Pretty ironic don’t you think?
“It’s a classic.” A statement we say about movies which we think will last forever. But do they really? Do we believe that something will last forever? We can never know anything about forever. A movie from the 1940 is still seen now, but what about the future generations who have different tastes, and different forms of entertainment? Would they still be willing to classify it as a classic- as a forever?
That was a classic…I mean how could he say that?? What a moron, and he thought that everyone else was just hanging on his words and listened…not. So full of himself and empty of mind he was! She just turned around, smiled and walked off…
there is nothing that comes to my mind reading classic.. but then again it’s Sunday morning and I just woke up thinking my phone was ringing but it wasn’t… I must be waiting for a call too badly… classic trick of my mind?
What is classic? sometimes it is something someone says. Other times, it’s a pose in a picture, or a scenario. I think classic is something expected, or unchanging. something comforting.
A classic… Meaning old. I feel old. But I’m not a classic. More like a worn out tire. You wouldn’t call that a classic, would you? I didn’t think so. I’m tired. A tired tire. Hmmm…
Like Audrey Hepburn, you know, in Breakfast At Tiffany’s, what a beautiful scene, her strolling, early dawn, cup of take away coffee in hand…
Style. Facial expressions. Cars. I love all things classic. Black and white, simplicity, effortless yet glamourous at the same time.
Harry had meant to place the covered dish and tray of goblets and on the table in front of Mr. and Mrs. Rothschild, but instead he accidentally dropped them all. The resultant staccato cacophony of the cascading silverware as his white gloved hands tried to recover them rung out to the tune of Eine Kleine Nachtmuzik
Yes, it was a classic blunder.
Classic. Often said sarcastically, like somebody did something stupid that perfectly conveys the stupidity of their existence. And there’s nothing else to say. OF course it has a lot of milder uses. But it’s classic of me to think of the sarcastic one.
Oh guess what, if you’re clumsy and confused you can get yourself another 60 seconds! Classic.
Classic. Classic rock? Classic movies? How about classic cartoons? The best cartoons were Tom and Jerry and the old Loony Toons that had the best classical music backing them up.
I have chosen the classic way to escape this hell. It will almost seem like flying, as long as i close my eyes and imagine so. Before the dreaded plunge from her balcony, i will soar and i will be above and beyond all this wasteland. I can hardly wait. Spreading my arms, looking to the heavens, i lift the my heels, push my weight past the balls of my feet and embrace a end which i see as a new beginning. It is time.
Dean has often told me that Classic Rock is the only music I should be listing too. He has told me this repetitively over the years. I remember one particular monologue he made some time back in 2011 as we were traveling around the state of Idaho. The ratio stations were just beginning to flicker out and this was a common topic amongst most of the people, and their common question because of it was, “What will I listen to while driving?” Dean said that this is why he listened to classic rock on cassette tapes. Because they would never brake, and the music would never grow old. I miss the way Dean would smile when he talked about such things.
There’s The Beatles, or Elvis Presley. Or Jane Austen and Shakespeare. It’s irreplaceable. Once a classic, always a classic. A movie in black and white, though it shows only two colors, it leaves your brain to fill out the rest – classical.
Classical music playing softly. The steady hum of the impala’s engine as it glides over the asphalt. Dean’s hushed voices when he is singing along to the most out dated of music when he thinks I am sleeping. It is often scary to thing I almost gave this up for normality, for stability. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know that now more than ever.
Classic, oh that was just classic my dear friend. Funny in all the ways it should not be, but wonderful all the same.
You can’t copy it.
You can’t remake it.
But you can love it.
You can admire it for what its done for the temporary present.
Music
Movies
Video games
Comedy
Horror
Quotes
Role models
Poems
Ect.
You can always mirror it, but it is what it is.
happy classic snapshots of the past, a morass to uncover and discover the spirits left behind, the climate yellowed, sepia toned memories, there has to be a classic me in there somewhere, behind the times, defined by lines written by old philosophers on painkillers, perhaps they’d write a thriller about me, generation yet to be.
I brushed the shattered glass off the top of the hood, shifted the car into reverse, and prepared for my quick getaway. My Magnum sat by my side, battered, shattered. It’s a shame, too. That classic had saved me from death more times than I could even imagine.
Classic rock. Classic cars. What makes something classic? I think it’s something that we keep in our lives, that we keep coming back to. There’s the classic things we like. Recently I’ve been rediscovering music I used to listen to all the time, but haven’t listened to recently. It’s the classic music I liked, and I can’t believe I strayed so far away from it. Time to go back. It was part of who I was, and it’s still part of who I AM but I just seem to have forgotten that.
(one sided phone call)
the way I see it.. it’s you and me, sugar, in black-and-white.
.. who cares when or in what place? It’s just us –
— yes, you look like hepburn –
which? let’s go with a stunning amalgamation..
.. yes, we’re in black and white. you’re wearing a girlie lace dress.
what color? gray! jesus..
no, no, no. we’re just together. being. existing.
… no, I’m not trying to be kirkegaard, christ..
you asked, i’m telling you: this is what i see. black-and-white, like diane arbus on downers.
well, we just have that vintage, freaky, deviant love, now, don’t we?
She remembered buying that little dress twenty-something years ago; it was around the same time she had purchased colorful leg warmers, frilly scarves, and large, obnoxiously obvious hair scrunchies. However—unlike those things that had seemed impatient to become hand-me-downs, donations, and trash—the dress was simply destined to be a keeper. She smiled down at it; her petite frame had stayed the same all these years, and the style of the garment was classic. If only the people in her life could be so wonderfully reliable…
Wow. That’s classic her. [Archer]