I dialed her number quickly with opes i’d reach her. reach her before she passed. before she left.
she was bleeding out quickly in my head. what she was actually doing, I won’t know. not if she doesn’t answer. I dial again and again…
There was nothing on the other end but dial tone. I couldn’t believe it. All the past year had been building up to this moment – this phone call and he just hung up on me like that. I felt a sense of outrage, followed by an intense feeling of failure. Then, I realized the journey that had brought me here and I smiled.
Dial is a soap that women use, its lame and men should never use it. It smells like a women so guys if you ever plan on getting a lady friend, DON’T USE THIS SOAP. Also it has some pretty lame commercials where it shows half naked women with blotches all over her.
i pick up the phone to call you and … i cant. and i wish you were texting me but youre not. but that was last year. and this year in my classes i send out a bunch of texts to people so that when i look at my phone there is something to be excited for and also, i feel like its a little break from the monotony of the things we have to do in every day life. what did people do before texts?
I dial the phone and call you up. She has the voice of an angel, lips of the devil, soul of fire and a heart of ice. I can’t help but be drawn to her, to you, to the love we once had, now dead and all that’s left is the sweet smell of lavender that you left behind, the last smell that ever graced my senses of you. The last thing I hope to remember as I kill every feeling I ever had for you.
She held the phone in her hand, staring at it while wishing it to ring. She needed to hear his voice and know he was safe, and she couldn’t dial his number.
the dial of the tv broke so i had to figure out a way to turn the tv on. let me tell you it wasn’t easy since i had this rettro 1950 tv set the firsdt thing i had to do was go down to the basement and rummage through my toobox to find the small needlenose pliers.
dial down the center. dead again. great fucking band. i wish they would still play shows so that i could feel like a teenager again. i miss being straight edge. i dont miss the lack of partying but the self worth i felt. its ok though i have great freinds. i wish i could dial my girlfriend right now but she lost her phone. god damn it 60 seconds is nothing.
I dial the phone and I wonder who will answer, when I am calling. It is really aweful to know that I call them everyday, and they never answer the frist itme I call them. Sometimes i call them and they just let ift goe directly to voicemail. Today, they answer, and it’s awesome. we talk for hours… and in the end, we say, I love you. That’s the best call of my life. It’s the first call of the day, and it sets the tone for the whole night long.
I dialed the number that was on the pad of papper next the phone. He did not remember writing it down, so he assumed his sister must have recordered it. As soon as some one picked up, he was sure it was no one he knew.
omg what word am i suppose to write about??? “Simple”??/ wow why am i so stressed about this… i am just really curious on which word you’d like me to write about… is this some sort of testt??/ or am i just reall an idiot and am not seeing it… i wanna look but i have to keep typing for you… crap now i’ve ran out of things to say…. doo dododoooo… DIAL!!!!!!!! omg is it “DIAL”????!!!!!!!! crappp…
Some times when i think about dialing the phone for Gavin’s number 509 6496000 will always stay in my brain. As will Jill’s 207 568 3520…hers was a lot harder to remember than his. Its really sad when people don’t have good girl friends like Ilana. They make the world of difference
dial , i remember when we used to dial the phone and it took forever! or “don’t touch that dial”.
some people now have never even heard of that, its crazy how things change
I’d dial the phone but i know you wouldn’t answer. I know you wouldn’t answer because I never called on my birthday. The you died. Bluntly. Irrationally. I think about that call everyday. The call I never made and the only call I’ve always wished I could make. And I call people everyday. Dial the number to talk to them and often I get sick of being on the phone. I get sick of talking to people I don’t want to talk to because I’ll never talk to you again.
I picked up the phone and held it in my hand. I stared down at the numbers, my thumb rubbing over each of them in turn. I don’t need to look up the order of them, it’s memorized. Forever locked inside my brain. I just have to press them, one by one. Depress the buttons. Depress the buttons the same way they’ve depressed me. I’ll press each in turn, the screen lights up. A single tone for each number as I dial.
i dia l the phone and hear his voice. hanging up, i think for hours with my vibrator, pulsing and sweating as i remember how husky his voice was when he said ‘hello’ and i think of his mother, her voice like that in the morning, when i used to make her breakfast.
I want to dial a phone and hear that melodic voice on the other side I find my self thinking all the time and not doing. This I do not understand save me oh great one and I shall be for you always and I for thee for ever except after c
this is what you do with the phone and with the soap. this is soap phone. this the handwash by the kitchen sink and the yellow bar in the shower upstairs. this is the button on a touchtone phone mocking and singing as they beep “we’re not dialed” we’re buttons. ddials are round.
I pick up the phone to dial you. I wish to hear your voice today because it makes my day. Your voice is so soothing after a hard day, one full of stress. If only I could dial and see your face, feel your touch. I wish you were here when I dialed you. I miss you dearly
every time you dial a phone, you are sending waves through phone lines. cellular devices use signals to gain service in order to get send/recieve calls as well as with texts. DIAL!!!!
I frantically dialed the phone. “Pick up please pick up!” I pleaded silently. “Hello?” A deep velvety smooth voice said, I sunk back into my seat thank god he was ok…
I dialed her number quickly with opes i’d reach her. reach her before she passed. before she left.
she was bleeding out quickly in my head. what she was actually doing, I won’t know. not if she doesn’t answer. I dial again and again…
call me
reach out to me
always running away
call me
find me
always turning away
call me
trust me
always gone
There was nothing on the other end but dial tone. I couldn’t believe it. All the past year had been building up to this moment – this phone call and he just hung up on me like that. I felt a sense of outrage, followed by an intense feeling of failure. Then, I realized the journey that had brought me here and I smiled.
Dial is a soap that women use, its lame and men should never use it. It smells like a women so guys if you ever plan on getting a lady friend, DON’T USE THIS SOAP. Also it has some pretty lame commercials where it shows half naked women with blotches all over her.
The soap dial is one of the smelliest soaps I can imagine. I do not like, no I don’t, said Sam. I prefer Coast, Oil of Olay, don’t say I’m gay!
I bet you didn’t know that when I laughed, I thought about all the times you didn’t call.
dial is a soap I use to scrub the thoughts from last night off my skin. Frat houses come off hard and sticky… ew
i pick up the phone to call you and … i cant. and i wish you were texting me but youre not. but that was last year. and this year in my classes i send out a bunch of texts to people so that when i look at my phone there is something to be excited for and also, i feel like its a little break from the monotony of the things we have to do in every day life. what did people do before texts?
I dial the phone and call you up. She has the voice of an angel, lips of the devil, soul of fire and a heart of ice. I can’t help but be drawn to her, to you, to the love we once had, now dead and all that’s left is the sweet smell of lavender that you left behind, the last smell that ever graced my senses of you. The last thing I hope to remember as I kill every feeling I ever had for you.
She held the phone in her hand, staring at it while wishing it to ring. She needed to hear his voice and know he was safe, and she couldn’t dial his number.
the dial of the tv broke so i had to figure out a way to turn the tv on. let me tell you it wasn’t easy since i had this rettro 1950 tv set the firsdt thing i had to do was go down to the basement and rummage through my toobox to find the small needlenose pliers.
the phone. she is expecting your call.
dial down the center. dead again. great fucking band. i wish they would still play shows so that i could feel like a teenager again. i miss being straight edge. i dont miss the lack of partying but the self worth i felt. its ok though i have great freinds. i wish i could dial my girlfriend right now but she lost her phone. god damn it 60 seconds is nothing.
she dialed the number
as she had so many times before
it wasn’t like that this time..
it never will be again.
I dial the phone and I wonder who will answer, when I am calling. It is really aweful to know that I call them everyday, and they never answer the frist itme I call them. Sometimes i call them and they just let ift goe directly to voicemail. Today, they answer, and it’s awesome. we talk for hours… and in the end, we say, I love you. That’s the best call of my life. It’s the first call of the day, and it sets the tone for the whole night long.
“Dial the phone” I whispered, trying to stop the sobbing “Dial that number at the very bottom of the history”
“Bells, what’s wrong?” Charlie asks.
I dialed the number that was on the pad of papper next the phone. He did not remember writing it down, so he assumed his sister must have recordered it. As soon as some one picked up, he was sure it was no one he knew.
omg what word am i suppose to write about??? “Simple”??/ wow why am i so stressed about this… i am just really curious on which word you’d like me to write about… is this some sort of testt??/ or am i just reall an idiot and am not seeing it… i wanna look but i have to keep typing for you… crap now i’ve ran out of things to say…. doo dododoooo… DIAL!!!!!!!! omg is it “DIAL”????!!!!!!!! crappp…
Some times when i think about dialing the phone for Gavin’s number 509 6496000 will always stay in my brain. As will Jill’s 207 568 3520…hers was a lot harder to remember than his. Its really sad when people don’t have good girl friends like Ilana. They make the world of difference
dial , i remember when we used to dial the phone and it took forever! or “don’t touch that dial”.
some people now have never even heard of that, its crazy how things change
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I’d dial the phone but i know you wouldn’t answer. I know you wouldn’t answer because I never called on my birthday. The you died. Bluntly. Irrationally. I think about that call everyday. The call I never made and the only call I’ve always wished I could make. And I call people everyday. Dial the number to talk to them and often I get sick of being on the phone. I get sick of talking to people I don’t want to talk to because I’ll never talk to you again.
I picked up the phone and held it in my hand. I stared down at the numbers, my thumb rubbing over each of them in turn. I don’t need to look up the order of them, it’s memorized. Forever locked inside my brain. I just have to press them, one by one. Depress the buttons. Depress the buttons the same way they’ve depressed me. I’ll press each in turn, the screen lights up. A single tone for each number as I dial.
i dia l the phone and hear his voice. hanging up, i think for hours with my vibrator, pulsing and sweating as i remember how husky his voice was when he said ‘hello’ and i think of his mother, her voice like that in the morning, when i used to make her breakfast.
I want to dial a phone and hear that melodic voice on the other side I find my self thinking all the time and not doing. This I do not understand save me oh great one and I shall be for you always and I for thee for ever except after c
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call me you stinker. You know you love me, just give in and do it.
OK, I’ve been stumbling so long that now I need to turn on the lights
this is what you do with the phone and with the soap. this is soap phone. this the handwash by the kitchen sink and the yellow bar in the shower upstairs. this is the button on a touchtone phone mocking and singing as they beep “we’re not dialed” we’re buttons. ddials are round.
one two three four I declare a thumb war…I will call you later
i think about that time I called you.. i was so nervous. it was nice to hear your voice though.
I pick up the phone to dial you. I wish to hear your voice today because it makes my day. Your voice is so soothing after a hard day, one full of stress. If only I could dial and see your face, feel your touch. I wish you were here when I dialed you. I miss you dearly
That was what you were scared of most of the time. The dial.
The numbers were your nightmares, and you remember the echo of your mother’s voice,
“Don’t make me call your father.”
There weren’t many stations. Some started with K and some with W. We could turn the dial and hear The Lone Ranger or The Shadow.
Dialing a phone number. Why is it that I think of a phone? Dial could mean anything. Dial on an appliance,
every time you dial a phone, you are sending waves through phone lines. cellular devices use signals to gain service in order to get send/recieve calls as well as with texts. DIAL!!!!
i see my phone light up and i hope it’s you. but it never is. never. i wish it was.
I frantically dialed the phone. “Pick up please pick up!” I pleaded silently. “Hello?” A deep velvety smooth voice said, I sunk back into my seat thank god he was ok…