She thought she dropped her pen, unfortunately it wasn’t hers. It was the guy she sat next to – the one she’s been peculiarly staring at for the past minute. Why did he look so familiar?
“Loraine?” He asked.
She thought she’d never see him again, but there he was – her father.
drops are tennis hits where the ball coms from high..drps are of wine while pouring it
I drop my pem whil I’m very tired wrting
drop is also a meauser for tailors indicating what line the dress must follow we have drop 1 drop two etc
From where she stands, the drop seems infinite. She can’t even see the bottom, the shadows have filled in the chasm so completely. She slips one shoe off and nudges it over the rim. It glides into the silent emptiness like a size-six prayer.
It was just a drop in the ocean but to me it meant the world, just one little smile before he left. It would be all I would have to remember him by. Now all I have are my dreams and memories.
i became water in a vat on fire with nowhere else to go but to drop out of the long metal drain down at the bottom. the liquid squiggle made me want to dance and sing about the glory of green because i realized i ended up a droplet in a stream.
We spend so much time trying to avoid the drop that we miss how it could change us forever.
When we allow the worst scenario to be a possibility, we’re not afraid anymore. Wanting security and insecurity are the same thing. There’s a different way to live.
The drop was vertiginous and he felt beads of perspiration gathering on his brow, his heart rate accelerating and a slight vertigo taking hold of his soul. He’d never seen such a cleavage before.
i felt like i had dropped.
dropped of the face of the planet, dropped of the side of a cliff.
{i had dropped from the #1 in your heart.}
and i was lonely [and i still am and i will always be] (in love with you)
so now i have fallen and i have hit, and i am struggling to get back up again.
Falling into the dark misty abyss. No moon or stars out tonight, just the invisible fingers of air tracing through my clothing and hair to tell me I’m dropping.
Falling into the dark misty abyss. No moon or stars out tonight, just the invisible fingers of air tracing through my clothing and hair to tell me I’m dropping.
drop is an interesting one. it can mean so much. like i dropped out of school. talk about a mess up right there. it can mean something little like i dropped my pencil. completely harmless unless you pencil is a bomb. then again if it was a bomb you wouldn’t be able to say i dropped my pencil. you can drop a ball too. never a good thing in any sport to do. i would know. the really interesting thing is drop backwards though. pord. what kind of word could that be. maybe like some sort of food. that would be cool. lets go get some pord.
One time, I dropped egg in chicken noodle soup. I used to do that several times a week because I loved egg drop soup more than any other kind of soup. It was my favorite and I would make it everyday after school. I didn’t eat lunch at school then. Now, I do. Yay for egg drop soup! It saved me from hunger!
i dropped the ball. i had to. you held it so long it became hot and old. i hated the ball now i had to kill it. the ball had become a thing that was a weeping sore between the two of us. so i dropped it and cried. the ball deflated and became a piece of dead animal hide on the floor.
I need to drop what I’m doing right now and go to bed. I am spending far too much time on the computer and nothing is getting done around here. Shame on me.
Drip Drop Drop. The rain was pouring down on us like the head of a shower. It was almost peaceful the way the water felt against our entwined bodies. I had never felt more at peace than right now.
The teardrop hit the bowl with a earshattering scream that dealt pain to the senses. The fisherman knew he had picked the right choice when he saw the teardrop turn to gold.
Drop everything. put it all down and realize. i am standing right here dying for you to see me. you used to. i havent seen anything but you. i dropped it all.
drop your bad habits, drop courageously from outer space, drp to the ground like a dancer, drop a beat to mmeet the future, drop it all and dance, drop rhe sun into your glass and suck it back like a frozen sunset, impr=eccable dancing
I dropped the gun. Couldn´t push myself to pull the trigger. My heart ached and my mind went numb.
“Run!” He yelled. “Run, you idiot, what are you waiting for?”
I ran for my life.
Survived.
I felt us going up, up, and up. Suddenly, the doors open, giving me one last chance to look at California Adventures before I die. That’s when we drop. Down, down, down, and I am airborne.
drop me on your arms, let me feel your warmth, drop me, let me fall, let me see your eyes, let’s count the stars, but first drop me in you arms, let me feel you.
I am a rain drop. Falling from the sky. A conglomeration of dust and moisture – the pure and the dirty. I am on my journey – inevitably to the earth below. One journey, one chance. Forever.
i don’t want to drop the ball. there are so many ways to fail. i am juggling so many balls.. i am afraid if i drop one.. they will ass fall down. i try every day to keep everything up and running smoothly… but somedays… there is too much.. and a ball drops.
she stood, and watched. she stood, and looked. down, down, and the cliff broke into dark, ugly waters. she stood and smiled; angrily, and ironic, almost. the rain looked like tears.
She thought she dropped her pen, unfortunately it wasn’t hers. It was the guy she sat next to – the one she’s been peculiarly staring at for the past minute. Why did he look so familiar?
“Loraine?” He asked.
She thought she’d never see him again, but there he was – her father.
drops are tennis hits where the ball coms from high..drps are of wine while pouring it
I drop my pem whil I’m very tired wrting
drop is also a meauser for tailors indicating what line the dress must follow we have drop 1 drop two etc
From where she stands, the drop seems infinite. She can’t even see the bottom, the shadows have filled in the chasm so completely. She slips one shoe off and nudges it over the rim. It glides into the silent emptiness like a size-six prayer.
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It was just a drop in the ocean but to me it meant the world, just one little smile before he left. It would be all I would have to remember him by. Now all I have are my dreams and memories.
i became water in a vat on fire with nowhere else to go but to drop out of the long metal drain down at the bottom. the liquid squiggle made me want to dance and sing about the glory of green because i realized i ended up a droplet in a stream.
I dropped the ball. I knew where I was supposed to go. What I was supposed to do. But down it all fell. Dropping piece by piece, plan by plan.
We spend so much time trying to avoid the drop that we miss how it could change us forever.
When we allow the worst scenario to be a possibility, we’re not afraid anymore. Wanting security and insecurity are the same thing. There’s a different way to live.
The drop was vertiginous and he felt beads of perspiration gathering on his brow, his heart rate accelerating and a slight vertigo taking hold of his soul. He’d never seen such a cleavage before.
It’s like namedroping…. Oh wait no. A drop of water?
I constantly drop things.
Has anyone really ever shopped till they dropped?
GUMDROPS! I tried to make them once :D
But i failed D:
Who did not drop their assignment in the correct pigeon hole?
There are rain drops on the car
i drip like flies the memroies that race aroudn the corner edges of my fast paced mind
I dorop all what happens to me in the past and I drop all that mistakes and forgive myself and think of Now and live it peacefully
drop to the bottom of the pool and look for the quarter i dropped
we dont have those fancy weighted toys
and money is so much more fun to look for
i felt like i had dropped.
dropped of the face of the planet, dropped of the side of a cliff.
{i had dropped from the #1 in your heart.}
and i was lonely [and i still am and i will always be] (in love with you)
so now i have fallen and i have hit, and i am struggling to get back up again.
Falling into the dark misty abyss. No moon or stars out tonight, just the invisible fingers of air tracing through my clothing and hair to tell me I’m dropping.
Falling into the dark misty abyss. No moon or stars out tonight, just the invisible fingers of air tracing through my clothing and hair to tell me I’m dropping.
drop is an interesting one. it can mean so much. like i dropped out of school. talk about a mess up right there. it can mean something little like i dropped my pencil. completely harmless unless you pencil is a bomb. then again if it was a bomb you wouldn’t be able to say i dropped my pencil. you can drop a ball too. never a good thing in any sport to do. i would know. the really interesting thing is drop backwards though. pord. what kind of word could that be. maybe like some sort of food. that would be cool. lets go get some pord.
One time, I dropped egg in chicken noodle soup. I used to do that several times a week because I loved egg drop soup more than any other kind of soup. It was my favorite and I would make it everyday after school. I didn’t eat lunch at school then. Now, I do. Yay for egg drop soup! It saved me from hunger!
i dropped the ball. i had to. you held it so long it became hot and old. i hated the ball now i had to kill it. the ball had become a thing that was a weeping sore between the two of us. so i dropped it and cried. the ball deflated and became a piece of dead animal hide on the floor.
I need to drop what I’m doing right now and go to bed. I am spending far too much time on the computer and nothing is getting done around here. Shame on me.
Drip Drop Drop. The rain was pouring down on us like the head of a shower. It was almost peaceful the way the water felt against our entwined bodies. I had never felt more at peace than right now.
Drop the ball
At the Drop of a hat
Drop the other shoe
Gum Drop
Drop…sudden, waiting, instantly, sweet
The teardrop hit the bowl with a earshattering scream that dealt pain to the senses. The fisherman knew he had picked the right choice when he saw the teardrop turn to gold.
in the hat
the ball
in the bucket
Drop everything and read. Oops, I dropped the vase. Drops of water all over the floor are shining in the sun.
Drop everything. put it all down and realize. i am standing right here dying for you to see me. you used to. i havent seen anything but you. i dropped it all.
drop your bad habits, drop courageously from outer space, drp to the ground like a dancer, drop a beat to mmeet the future, drop it all and dance, drop rhe sun into your glass and suck it back like a frozen sunset, impr=eccable dancing
I dropped the gun. Couldn´t push myself to pull the trigger. My heart ached and my mind went numb.
“Run!” He yelled. “Run, you idiot, what are you waiting for?”
I ran for my life.
Survived.
I felt us going up, up, and up. Suddenly, the doors open, giving me one last chance to look at California Adventures before I die. That’s when we drop. Down, down, down, and I am airborne.
Circles of energy squeeze out of the cracks in the plumbing. They drip from leaky faucets and cascade out of the sower head.
A slight chance of rain is the forecast.
The sun is outside and doesn’t look so bad.
I walk outside and a drop falls on my head.
drop me on your arms, let me feel your warmth, drop me, let me fall, let me see your eyes, let’s count the stars, but first drop me in you arms, let me feel you.
she really dropped the ball on this one. She crumpled into a heap down the stairs with a soft scream.
I am a rain drop. Falling from the sky. A conglomeration of dust and moisture – the pure and the dirty. I am on my journey – inevitably to the earth below. One journey, one chance. Forever.
from the first moment of the roller coaster I feel the rush of panic flooding my head and forcing the air through
i don’t want to drop the ball. there are so many ways to fail. i am juggling so many balls.. i am afraid if i drop one.. they will ass fall down. i try every day to keep everything up and running smoothly… but somedays… there is too much.. and a ball drops.
she stood, and watched. she stood, and looked. down, down, and the cliff broke into dark, ugly waters. she stood and smiled; angrily, and ironic, almost. the rain looked like tears.
she pulled her arms back…
…and let drop.
“cannonball!” she shouted.
your heart into a tray of ashes. left with all unspoken damage.