Some people know how to make a piece of paper look like the world joining hands with nothing more than a few snips with some scissors. Whenever I try, everyone just loses an arm.
Cut out from a bit of paper, that sounds like a metaphor for life – and life is a bit 2d really when you think about it. Just a long slow way of clawing back the days until we die, every day more grey than the last. We wait for one weekend, two weekends, the next holiday…Always wasting our time away. A colourful death at the end.
If we’re lucky.
A cutout of a magazine, i don’t know, i use those a lot to make a diary and my mom found it and now i am in trouble i’m going to therapy and it sucks. i am popping pills and drinking and the cutouts just resemble who i want to be, the perfection, and cutouts of magazines make life so glamorous when its not it just sucks.
The little barbie that everyone tries to be. Particularly like in Utah. Oh my that little blonde with the darth vador helmet with a bump it on top. Good grief..
I like to cutout paper on my text books
I hated science so I cut out alot of those
I don’t like it when I’m suppose to
it’s better when I’m not allowed
I need to stop cutting out all the sleep
Its 4 in the morning right now
maybe i’ll cutout some time for naps during the day
sounds like a wresler’s name
60 seconds in done I guess end of the game
my hands from the cuffs of my womb. don’t worry about the pink. we’ve all been there before. it’s just a simple complexity of life. cutout the dolls and play with them. cut out my hands from the cuffs. No.
cutout?
cutout of life- people just pushing out aside. Doesn’t matter how you were fucking involved in their life. You were just CUT OUT of their life because it was fucking convenient for them.
You’re out my life.
cutout?
cutout the page the time the life only two ways to be real -if ever you were what you once were: be that now! awake, asleep, often though you may try, be aware, nothing remains , nothing starts or stops.
Stops.
cardboard, paper, involves scissors, design, kid game, crafty, martha stewart, many colors and shapes, different designs. Fun, can be quiet or noisy, imaginative
sharp scissors,cutting deep around the confines of my heart. but it’s okay for what is left of it still beats and I am better off without it, without you and without your instrument of pain. You have, essentially, released me. Thank you.
A cutout just stands there, a placeholder. I feel like that on some levels at the moment; I’m there for support n’ such, but in studious activities I feel like I’m merely taking up space for the time being…I must change this, but my energy has been replaced with cheap cardboard.
the circles from the shirt in sqares tiny and semmetrical nothing can be too perfect, let the scraps fall where they may and may be one day i’ll decide to clean up the stories i left behind yesterday, maybe i won’t run out of time to tell you that i love you and that i’m glad to know you
It was a cutout from a magazine, pinned on our bulletin bored. I passed it every day, paying absolutely no attention to it. It was familiar, always there. There was no need to give it attention, it would always be there. But now, now that you’re gone, it’s all I can look at.
as she cut the paper doll he looked on admiringly, swelling his heart with pride. soon she was on to maaking a bright yellow dress and matching cut out shoes
look at the cutout of the magazine, your lives are so perfect so good.
you have it all, but if you ever look past the pages of the glossy magazine, you’ll see it true.
it’s not all glamour and gloss.
life isn’t about the material things you have, or the wonders you make.
it’s about the friends and the love, the cutout things that don’t belong in magazines. the things that you can’t reach, yet we all still and recreate it.
im like a cutout of my former self. A paper doll of sorts.
The old me had fun. I did stuff and didn’t care what other people thought of me. Life was fun and easy and comfortable.
Now, Life is heavy; I feel like I’ll break from this weight I constantly feel. I’m scared of everything. I find myself thinking, “isn’t it supposed to be the opposite? Scared as a child, bravery coming with age?”
Worst is that no one is putting this ridiculous heft on me but myself. I’m the unmovable mass that is crushing me.
What a silhouette I’ve become…
What’s with people getting married to cardboard cutouts of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen? Is this not a bit creepy? I like a flat stomach too but not that flat….creepy…
There were dainty, pastel floral cutouts hanging all along the banister. It looked so nice–it really did, and I told her so. She put so much work into making her house a home, a really warm looking housewarming party. Pity everything was cold inside.
I once saw a picture on stumbleupon.com of a page torn from the dictionary. There were pieces cut out and the page was mounted on black construction paper. The empty spaces spelled “I think you are” and then there was an arrow which pointed to the dictionary definition of “gorgeous.”
cutout,a piece of paper that one cuts from a source.Something that is memorable,special to you.A photo of your fame or perhaps a article about you.a coutout can be anything you want.
when i think of a cutout i think of sugar cookies which makes me think of christmas….different shapes i picture are christmas trees, bells, stars, circles…all of the dough soft and cold with colorful sprinkles scattered on top.
So I went to the mall the other day and saw Darth Vader. I was like, “I got to get my picture with that dude.” So I went up to him and gently took out my camera phone. I was so nervous until some dude said he was a cutout.
Some people know how to make a piece of paper look like the world joining hands with nothing more than a few snips with some scissors. Whenever I try, everyone just loses an arm.
Cut out from a bit of paper, that sounds like a metaphor for life – and life is a bit 2d really when you think about it. Just a long slow way of clawing back the days until we die, every day more grey than the last. We wait for one weekend, two weekends, the next holiday…Always wasting our time away. A colourful death at the end.
If we’re lucky.
A cutout of a magazine, i don’t know, i use those a lot to make a diary and my mom found it and now i am in trouble i’m going to therapy and it sucks. i am popping pills and drinking and the cutouts just resemble who i want to be, the perfection, and cutouts of magazines make life so glamorous when its not it just sucks.
The little barbie that everyone tries to be. Particularly like in Utah. Oh my that little blonde with the darth vador helmet with a bump it on top. Good grief..
cutout of the sky
paper doll
clouds floating by
Cutout the memories
aside
cutout cookies with the cookie cutter called life
cutout of the sky
paper doll
clouds floating by
Cutout the memories
aside
cutout cookies with the cookie cutter called life
‘I’ve cuteout a page for you’said Jane.
I want to cutout this page and never see it again.
I like to cutout paper on my text books
I hated science so I cut out alot of those
I don’t like it when I’m suppose to
it’s better when I’m not allowed
I need to stop cutting out all the sleep
Its 4 in the morning right now
maybe i’ll cutout some time for naps during the day
sounds like a wresler’s name
60 seconds in done I guess end of the game
paper scissors crafts art papercut trout fish water day sunny cut out fun shapes people hands holding happy blue white tape glue sticky wash
my hands from the cuffs of my womb. don’t worry about the pink. we’ve all been there before. it’s just a simple complexity of life. cutout the dolls and play with them. cut out my hands from the cuffs. No.
the ending scene. that is all. enough said. short phrases. word. by. word. i believe that’s all there is to it.
cutout?
cutout of life- people just pushing out aside. Doesn’t matter how you were fucking involved in their life. You were just CUT OUT of their life because it was fucking convenient for them.
You’re out my life.
cutout?
cutout the page the time the life only two ways to be real -if ever you were what you once were: be that now! awake, asleep, often though you may try, be aware, nothing remains , nothing starts or stops.
Stops.
cardboard, paper, involves scissors, design, kid game, crafty, martha stewart, many colors and shapes, different designs. Fun, can be quiet or noisy, imaginative
leave. remove a section. skip a meeting or class. Leave another out of the conversation.
sharp scissors,cutting deep around the confines of my heart. but it’s okay for what is left of it still beats and I am better off without it, without you and without your instrument of pain. You have, essentially, released me. Thank you.
A cutout just stands there, a placeholder. I feel like that on some levels at the moment; I’m there for support n’ such, but in studious activities I feel like I’m merely taking up space for the time being…I must change this, but my energy has been replaced with cheap cardboard.
Cut out my heart and feed it to my ex. Cookies and such. The part we all miss.Christmas as a kid. Crucial part to movies.
cutout.
paper dolls.
with scissors.
nostalgia.
little girls.
and mommy.
i wonder.
what ever happened.
to my paper dolls.
that i used to be so fond of.
…the annie oakley ones.
i wanted to be her
Paper dolls. When i was young. Cut and paste consumed hours and hours. All you needed was scissors…magazine…glue. Create a world of your own.
Alcohol makes its way through my system as the blood reaches my brain.
I see a cardboard cutout of us above me, in my head.
A beautiful picture of us, together. Fitting into each other perfectly. Why do I hold back? Wait. Why have I given this much? I do not know.
the circles from the shirt in sqares tiny and semmetrical nothing can be too perfect, let the scraps fall where they may and may be one day i’ll decide to clean up the stories i left behind yesterday, maybe i won’t run out of time to tell you that i love you and that i’m glad to know you
It was a cutout from a magazine, pinned on our bulletin bored. I passed it every day, paying absolutely no attention to it. It was familiar, always there. There was no need to give it attention, it would always be there. But now, now that you’re gone, it’s all I can look at.
as she cut the paper doll he looked on admiringly, swelling his heart with pride. soon she was on to maaking a bright yellow dress and matching cut out shoes
Paper dolls. Industrial scissors. Stay along the border. Green handles = left handed. Stop it.
look at the cutout of the magazine, your lives are so perfect so good.
you have it all, but if you ever look past the pages of the glossy magazine, you’ll see it true.
it’s not all glamour and gloss.
life isn’t about the material things you have, or the wonders you make.
it’s about the friends and the love, the cutout things that don’t belong in magazines. the things that you can’t reach, yet we all still and recreate it.
yES would be the one word I think you would have to have.It has to be definitive ,no could be a grunt or a cry.Yes would have to be very affirmative.
im like a cutout of my former self. A paper doll of sorts.
The old me had fun. I did stuff and didn’t care what other people thought of me. Life was fun and easy and comfortable.
Now, Life is heavy; I feel like I’ll break from this weight I constantly feel. I’m scared of everything. I find myself thinking, “isn’t it supposed to be the opposite? Scared as a child, bravery coming with age?”
Worst is that no one is putting this ridiculous heft on me but myself. I’m the unmovable mass that is crushing me.
What a silhouette I’ve become…
What’s with people getting married to cardboard cutouts of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen? Is this not a bit creepy? I like a flat stomach too but not that flat….creepy…
There were dainty, pastel floral cutouts hanging all along the banister. It looked so nice–it really did, and I told her so. She put so much work into making her house a home, a really warm looking housewarming party. Pity everything was cold inside.
I once saw a picture on stumbleupon.com of a page torn from the dictionary. There were pieces cut out and the page was mounted on black construction paper. The empty spaces spelled “I think you are” and then there was an arrow which pointed to the dictionary definition of “gorgeous.”
cutout,a piece of paper that one cuts from a source.Something that is memorable,special to you.A photo of your fame or perhaps a article about you.a coutout can be anything you want.
when i think of a cutout i think of sugar cookies which makes me think of christmas….different shapes i picture are christmas trees, bells, stars, circles…all of the dough soft and cold with colorful sprinkles scattered on top.
So I went to the mall the other day and saw Darth Vader. I was like, “I got to get my picture with that dude.” So I went up to him and gently took out my camera phone. I was so nervous until some dude said he was a cutout.
cutouts are fun. i like them in my jeans they’re really cool. woop woop.
Today I have to go hang out with my cousin, but I have this essay I need to finish. I got guit tripped into going. I’m feeling kinda cutout
I like to cut out holes in my underwear for easy asses for my boyfriend………… I don’t have to cut a very big hole.. shame?
Cutouts and printouts
Against the pink background
And crayon drawings
On the Wall
Decorating the inside of a cloud
With Play-do and fingerpaints
i stare @ the cutout wondering where i threw the rest of the photo that included her…