what i ll never be
not at this rate at least
la media naranja
i dont know where or what or who that is
but i feel uncomplete
it’ll come someday
but im still patiently waiting
I don’t know how to complete this writing. What should I even talk about? I guess I could talk about how I feel like a complete idiot for not finishing my thank you notes by now, but honestly, when you write a novel in each thank you.. how could you possibly finish them in a couple weeks?
i think of when someone looks at me and says you complete me and how full of shit they are.
you cannot complete someone unless they are half empty. which i am not. so i feel that they are flattering themselves. and they shouldnt. im fine. thats it, i’m fine. fine.
Complete say, the word a million times, what? Complete, ah man, im not paying attention. That’s probably because i can’t afford it. Need to go find a job.
The only time I truly felt complete was when I had met him. I felt like everything in the world was right and nothing at all could possibly harm my most precious piece of me which was my heart. I still feel complete in knowing him but long for him in this absence we call distance.
I am not complete. I don’t know what the term “complete” even means. I think that complete varies from person to person… And we should respect that. Who said that we’re ever going to be “complete”?
I’m sorry that I’ve been lying to you about my age. (Although I think you’ve known all along, and you’ve just denied it.)
I never want to ruin your life. I promise that no matter what you do, I’ll never tell.
But my ankles miss your shoulders. And the back of my neck misses your heartbeat.
And I miss that look you give me, like you’re complete.
The journey is commenced, and the end must be met. No matter the distance, whatever the time. Transcendent in goal, enlightened in mind. Travel. Travel. Travel. Go. When you meet the end……
i had never felt like this before. Her breath was sending shivers down my spine and her fingers were working magic across my shoulder. everything about it was perfect and I never wanted it to end. Shame we can’t always get what we want.
“You complete me” is an unmistakably cliche phrase. I hate that shit. You know what completes me? Not you. Beer. Give me a beer and I’m complete. Add tits and ass and done deal I’m in heaven.
Completely insane, that’s what I am. Too wired to sleep, to tired to do anything elsel. Wish I could stop, wish I could go. I am completely stuck. Well, that’s a conundrum, isn’t it?
If i were as amazing completing tasks and ideas as I am at coming up with them, I would likely be happy, rich, and be living a much more complete life at this point.
When will I be complete? How will I know? When will my insides feel like they are all there, full, as they are meant to be, when am I ME, when when when???
Now. Why not. It’s always the answer, ask a zen parable.
A puzzle, when you find the piece that fits perfectly into that blue abyss, right above the puppy. Beneath the yellow balloon; that tiny portion is complete, that blue space. That yellow spot.
everything is complete when i’m around you. i feel so at home and so secure. i can be who i am and not have to worry about you judging me. i love the way you make me feel.
Im completely at a loss
No way to turn
Never whole again
Whose to say
Anyone could ever mend
These shattered bits
Im at a loss
And I don’t know what to do
Never again
To be complete
To complete
To…
Completeness is when I am with people I love. Completeness is when I don’t HAVE to do anything, and am feeling confident while doing nothing… Completeness is a basket of posies and fun
complete and total destruction. everything is gone but that one amazing plant. that one amazing little thing growing from the cracks in the pavement and rubble.
Sometimes
I don’t feel complete.
It’s not about relationships,
or passion,
or hobbies.
It’s not about new rugs
with a victorian style
and traditional taste.
The goal of being complete. Ephemeral, yet absolute. The supreme desire of the human experience, yet unachievable. Unreachable. And so beguiling. What would completion yield? Perfection is past, fantasy, a delusion which can never truly be realized.
complete is a term that means to finsih something. 60 seconds is not really enough time to complete anything about the word complete. complete is also a boarder formly known as sober who isnt that good at boarding and alot of people dislike. fuck i just got more time somehow this shit is broken. I could cheat and write a war and peace sized novel about the word complete. Suck my dick oneword.com if I was a venture capatalist I would not complete an investment into your company.
it took me what felt like my whole life but was really 7 years. i typed out all my assignments, checked and double checked, printed and reprinted, and finally turned it in with five minutes to spare.
In order to finish something, you must put effort into achieving it. You must set your sights on the goal and not let other distractions get in the way of you completing your mission.
She picked up the last piece, 1 of 10,000 pieces, and placed it where it needed to be. Stepping back, she admired her dedication. But now what? She took a breath, stepped forward and pulled out the piece she had just laid down.
The sound of cardboard in the garbage disposal was music to her ears.
you guys probably expect me to write some bullshit about how this word should complete me or make me whole… however all i can think about is how fucking completely bored i am right now…oh well debating going over to a buddies house to snag some free booze and currently im being shady by not answering my phone….thats a complete asshole move.
In just two syllables you can describe a happy life full of meaning, understanding, love, purpose, joy, accomplishment. With this life all you have to say is Complete.
what i ll never be
la media naranja
i dont know what or who or where that is
but i ll find it
until then
incomplete
it is.
what i ll never be
not at this rate at least
la media naranja
i dont know where or what or who that is
but i feel uncomplete
it’ll come someday
but im still patiently waiting
I don’t know how to complete this writing. What should I even talk about? I guess I could talk about how I feel like a complete idiot for not finishing my thank you notes by now, but honestly, when you write a novel in each thank you.. how could you possibly finish them in a couple weeks?
I wish you would complete me. You used to be so close to being able to, but now you won’t even try.
i think of when someone looks at me and says you complete me and how full of shit they are.
you cannot complete someone unless they are half empty. which i am not. so i feel that they are flattering themselves. and they shouldnt. im fine. thats it, i’m fine. fine.
What I am when I’m with you. When you hold me and I don’t ever want to move, when we start breathing in sync without thinking about it.
Complete say, the word a million times, what? Complete, ah man, im not paying attention. That’s probably because i can’t afford it. Need to go find a job.
The only time I truly felt complete was when I had met him. I felt like everything in the world was right and nothing at all could possibly harm my most precious piece of me which was my heart. I still feel complete in knowing him but long for him in this absence we call distance.
I am not complete. I don’t know what the term “complete” even means. I think that complete varies from person to person… And we should respect that. Who said that we’re ever going to be “complete”?
I’m sorry that I’ve been lying to you about my age. (Although I think you’ve known all along, and you’ve just denied it.)
I never want to ruin your life. I promise that no matter what you do, I’ll never tell.
But my ankles miss your shoulders. And the back of my neck misses your heartbeat.
And I miss that look you give me, like you’re complete.
The journey is commenced, and the end must be met. No matter the distance, whatever the time. Transcendent in goal, enlightened in mind. Travel. Travel. Travel. Go. When you meet the end……
i had never felt like this before. Her breath was sending shivers down my spine and her fingers were working magic across my shoulder. everything about it was perfect and I never wanted it to end. Shame we can’t always get what we want.
This is the path that you take to get where you are going, he said. You will not be fulfilled until you tread every step.
But I do not wish to tread every step, nor even many of them. I want to skip, I told him.
You can skip. You can dance, you can sing. But you have to follow the path.
I didn’t want to whine, but I didn’t want to go down that path, either.
“You complete me” is an unmistakably cliche phrase. I hate that shit. You know what completes me? Not you. Beer. Give me a beer and I’m complete. Add tits and ass and done deal I’m in heaven.
here we are
again
staring
at the each other’s lips
“no strings.” “no emotion.”
one again
we are
complete.
Completely insane, that’s what I am. Too wired to sleep, to tired to do anything elsel. Wish I could stop, wish I could go. I am completely stuck. Well, that’s a conundrum, isn’t it?
I’m looking for it. Closer than I’ve ever been before. Not sure my family is complete. But is that my heart or my head, and does it matter?
I want to complete my mission trip this week.
to complete a task is to finish it. and to have the feeling or accomplishment.
once you complete a task you should move onto another one.
completion is important in life. without it we just wouldn’t be complete.
So far my life has been about becoming complete…
If i were as amazing completing tasks and ideas as I am at coming up with them, I would likely be happy, rich, and be living a much more complete life at this point.
When will I be complete? How will I know? When will my insides feel like they are all there, full, as they are meant to be, when am I ME, when when when???
Now. Why not. It’s always the answer, ask a zen parable.
A puzzle, when you find the piece that fits perfectly into that blue abyss, right above the puppy. Beneath the yellow balloon; that tiny portion is complete, that blue space. That yellow spot.
everything is complete when i’m around you. i feel so at home and so secure. i can be who i am and not have to worry about you judging me. i love the way you make me feel.
Im completely at a loss
No way to turn
Never whole again
Whose to say
Anyone could ever mend
These shattered bits
Im at a loss
And I don’t know what to do
Never again
To be complete
To complete
To…
Completeness is when I am with people I love. Completeness is when I don’t HAVE to do anything, and am feeling confident while doing nothing… Completeness is a basket of posies and fun
complete and total destruction. everything is gone but that one amazing plant. that one amazing little thing growing from the cracks in the pavement and rubble.
is not about incomplete..is the opposite. Its about being loved
Sometimes
I don’t feel complete.
It’s not about relationships,
or passion,
or hobbies.
It’s not about new rugs
with a victorian style
and traditional taste.
The goal of being complete. Ephemeral, yet absolute. The supreme desire of the human experience, yet unachievable. Unreachable. And so beguiling. What would completion yield? Perfection is past, fantasy, a delusion which can never truly be realized.
complete is a term that means to finsih something. 60 seconds is not really enough time to complete anything about the word complete. complete is also a boarder formly known as sober who isnt that good at boarding and alot of people dislike. fuck i just got more time somehow this shit is broken. I could cheat and write a war and peace sized novel about the word complete. Suck my dick oneword.com if I was a venture capatalist I would not complete an investment into your company.
it took me what felt like my whole life but was really 7 years. i typed out all my assignments, checked and double checked, printed and reprinted, and finally turned it in with five minutes to spare.
There is nothing that which is complete. everything is an ongoing process; life, death, all are ongoing processes and they are not complete.
Amelia relaxed into the leather chair. She held up her completed work, the fruit of efforts had been borne.
She swirled the transparent, indigo liquid in the test tube and gave a sly grin, uncapping the vial and ingesting the contents!
I am not complete. I am not. I am unwhole and unworthy.
I am incomplete, unwhole, and at loss. I’m definite and not indefinite. I am wrong and sad.
In order to finish something, you must put effort into achieving it. You must set your sights on the goal and not let other distractions get in the way of you completing your mission.
She picked up the last piece, 1 of 10,000 pieces, and placed it where it needed to be. Stepping back, she admired her dedication. But now what? She took a breath, stepped forward and pulled out the piece she had just laid down.
The sound of cardboard in the garbage disposal was music to her ears.
you guys probably expect me to write some bullshit about how this word should complete me or make me whole… however all i can think about is how fucking completely bored i am right now…oh well debating going over to a buddies house to snag some free booze and currently im being shady by not answering my phone….thats a complete asshole move.
In just two syllables you can describe a happy life full of meaning, understanding, love, purpose, joy, accomplishment. With this life all you have to say is Complete.
Fragrant flowers drifted across his face. “Will you make me complete?” She asked in a soft voice.
“I can’t even make myself complete.” He smiled.