dwell i don’t even know what this means so ill think of it as well.. i mean i like dwell a lot its so cool. i just don’t even know what to write about but this website is just too cool and stumble got me here!!!!
Tick tock, tick tock. I’m sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, thinking, dwelling, worrying. How do I tell him? How do I tell them? What do I do? Do I keep it? So many questions swirl around in my head as I look down at the little pink plus sign.
I Dwell Upon My Fears. So Much Horror, Fright, Paranoia. What Am I to Do? I Cannot Face Them… So Scared… So Concerned… I Feel Lost in a World of Phobias.
I want to dwell in the landscape of your thighs. I want your gasping breaths to linger in the air as my teeth cascade down over your skin from the tip top mountain of your chin down to the rolling hills of your toes. And I want to capture every conversation in your eyes; every plead, every demand, every desire. I want to taste the saltiness of the dew that collects on your body as we intermingle into the early morning hours, leaving night and its secrets behind us.
Most importantly, when the sun peaks its head over the horizon I want to dwell in the dream that is you and me.
To dwell. To dwell on thoughts. You know, those thoughts that are almost on the brink of a great discovery? Those memories you love and cant let go of? Dwell. Happiness, in a sense. Not exactly stalling, but not really moving forward in thought. Just..Suspended, i guess.
If I were to dwell on anything too long, say for example, the word “dwell,” that’s something of a waste isn’t it? Dwell… dwell… the sound is good, round, simple, it sounds like what it is. Dwell is a space of leisure.
It takes alot of willpower to think back on something. To really give it its full attention once again. Everyone has thoughts but rethinking an idea, or dwelling on a thought is the best way to overcome
I dwell on everything that people tell me, I never stop thinking about it. Every word, sentence, compliment you have told me I have thought about. Every sad feeling I have I dwell on. I just dont know what to do with my self anymore.
Dwelling is like holding onto an idea, a feeling that gives you no satisfaction, no happiness, and no ability to progress into a more positive future. Don’t dwell. Get over it. Fight it. Feel good, look forward, and propel yourself into new possibilities.
Dwell upon the road and turn your head and cough. Okay that was silly. Dwell within the storm beside the sea that stems from the house. The road rests and waits for you to drive. Now dwell within yourself.
“It never would have worked out,” he said, somewhat apologetic even though he didn’t need to be. “We were just two different people; she was always looking forward, and I’m always looking back.” Interesting, that he would speak of her in the past tense, as if she was now a relic in the halls of his memory, the past in which he tended to dwell. “That always bothered me,” he continued, “because even though she hated me living in the past, how do you know where you’re going if you don’t know where you came from?”
I dwell on the past, so often. Letting things go is harder than it seems to be sometimes. But the more I dwell on things the more I seem to loose the reality of it. Facts get stretched to fiction and my feelings morph until I forget where I am and how I got here. Dwelling so much on the past makes you forget where you are in the present. It makes a future seem non-existent. WELL, like a well. When you fall in a well you can’t usually get out. Unless there is help. I needed that help. Those that I love have watvhed me be a vegetable, rotting inside my own body. Always thinking. They were there for me. Now I can dwell on how lucky I am. I can dwell on all the good they have done for me and make sure that I repay them and the rest of the world by giving people something to dwell on. Something good. I will give everyone a place in there brain that will never go away where they try to figure out why some people do nice things for no reason like my loved ones did for me. The only way to stop thinking about these good things and dwelling on them is to do something good for no reason. Give the feeling of good dwelling to someone else.
She looked at the picture in front of her, dwelling on everything from the past. Everything seemed so distant, yet so close to her, like she could grasp it all. She longed for the time everything was better, a rush of nostalgia cursing her. She wanted to be with him again, but she knew she fucked up… she knew she messed up everything. She put the picture down. She knew what she had to do next. Taking her lighter, she burned the paper, saying goodbye to the life she used to have…
it reminds me of something so long lasting, and painful and sorrowful. Dwelling reminds me of you. because i always thought about when wed be together but you left me here to dwell in my conscious and thoughts. Im being soaked up in sponge of time, and its very painful.
And he was there in his dwelling place, wrapped in solitude and perhaps even a touch of loneliness. But in his face I saw nothing but the stoic expression he wore throughout all of our days, from the times before, when his dwelling place was still closed off to the world and he was locked up inside.
I want to dwell in the landscape of your thighs. I want your gasping breaths to linger in the air as my teeth cascade down over your skin; from the tip top mountain of your chin down to the rolling hills of your toes. And I want to capture every conversation in your eyes; every plead, every demand, every desire. I want to taste the saltiness of the dew that collects on your body as we intermingle into the early morning hours, leaving night and its secrets behind us.
Most importantly, when the sun peaks its head over the horizon I want to dwell in the dream that is you and me.
i just dont kwon what’s dwell, but last Sunday I think it was Sunday, I have sung and danced a song an english poem, about love, and one part of it said the dwelling of lover, it vas tremendously gougeus.
To dwell is to see the end of time and spit on it. To reject whatever we think is nice or good in favor of what we think is repugnant or evil. It’s a sin to ourselves.
Who cares about anything? I wouldn’t want to dwell on mundane things like porn, sex, and t.v.. I hate that shit. What I really like is Nascar! Fucking nascar. I don’t know why but it really gets me. I don’t need to dwell on nothing because I have my television show.
i think i swell on the past to much. I’m afraid of a lot of things and i think that holds me back on what i want to do and who i want to be a lot. Its hard for me not to dwell on things I’ve done even though i wish i didn’t. I wonder if i will ever be able to get over that and finally except that everything happens for a reason.
you know, it’s not really a good idea to dwell on sad memories. just let them go. it’s so much easier without those memories. in fact, life would be so much better without horrible memories and situations.
and then i began to dwell on what was, i thought to myself all the things that made me happy, all the things that made me sad and somehow these things were connected. i love and i love love. i cannot being to explain
Oh don’t be a little girl,
Don’t be stuck in a position that you don’t need to be in.
Don’t you dare feel those feelings, and don’t you dare turn back.
Don’t dwell on the past that you cannot change.
Do move on.
I used to dwell in my apartment. However after many years of thinking what I wanted for I life, I decided to go out and live. I wanted to see the world and know everthing I’ve never hear before.
Sometimes I find myself dwelling on my past. Not the good things and the wonderful memories that I love, but rather the horrible things, the things that I cannot change. I don’t know why I must dwell on the bad, but I think that it must be changed. If one must dwell, one must remember the happy times and the things that made them who they are today. Don’t dwell, but live without regret.
I remember one time, in my 7th grade language arts class, we read a poem about how all earth and beings dwell in the same house. we all share one ecosystem and one home. we later talked about how we all have to contribute our part and we all have to share and be a working part of the society. I was reminded of this, and thought about how we all need to contribute to the ecosystem and the home, earth. this is what the word, dwell means to me. how all people on earth dwell and leave something else for someone else instead of contributing their part. but now, we need to be good inhabitants.
Dwell means to think about something for too long. You focus on something more than what you need to. Dwelling on things can be bad because you forget about the present and only focus on the past, and usually one little insignificant thing in the past. You need to focus on the future!
It wasn’t like I meant to dwell on the topic, but it’s not like you could ignore the weight of an entire person. Addressing the elephant in the room isn’t always pleasant, but it’s necessary. Especially if you want him to leave before he stinks up the place.
You constantly think about something. You wish and want for it to happen so badly. It could be love, a broken relationship to be fixed, or even a sandwich to eat. It consumes your life, in extreme cases. You would do anything in the world to have this in your life. You fantasize about it and what your new life would be like. You would will it to happen if you could.
WHEN YOUR WALKING SOMETIMES YOU JUST GO AROUND AND DWELL ON YOUR THOUGHTS SOME TIME YOUR GOING THROUGH A BAD TIME AND YOU JUST NEED TO THINK SO YOU JUST WALK AN DWELL ON THOSE SPECIFIC THOUGHTS TO TRY AND MAKE IT BETTER.
the loss seemed too much. It wasn’t the loss of a person, or even tat of a pet, butthge flood had taken the house, and the land on which the house had stood. It was shere she had grown up, where she had lived, where she had been married. It was where she had dwelt. she could not help but dwell on the loss.
Where we dwell is the heart of our day to day to day doings comings goings worries and frets. Where we dwell is deep in the belly of the lives that cradle us and toss to and fro and here and there and we are dwelling on the thoughts that name us.
i don’t dwell i think. thinking is much better than dwelling dwelling means you are obsessed with what you are thinking about it rules you and you can’t stop thinking about what it is you are thinking about. dwelling is like stalking your thoughts. so id rather ponder than dwell.
dwell i don’t even know what this means so ill think of it as well.. i mean i like dwell a lot its so cool. i just don’t even know what to write about but this website is just too cool and stumble got me here!!!!
Tick tock, tick tock. I’m sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, thinking, dwelling, worrying. How do I tell him? How do I tell them? What do I do? Do I keep it? So many questions swirl around in my head as I look down at the little pink plus sign.
I Dwell Upon My Fears. So Much Horror, Fright, Paranoia. What Am I to Do? I Cannot Face Them… So Scared… So Concerned… I Feel Lost in a World of Phobias.
I dwell in fugitive colors.
They look beautiful when fade.
I want to dwell in the landscape of your thighs. I want your gasping breaths to linger in the air as my teeth cascade down over your skin from the tip top mountain of your chin down to the rolling hills of your toes. And I want to capture every conversation in your eyes; every plead, every demand, every desire. I want to taste the saltiness of the dew that collects on your body as we intermingle into the early morning hours, leaving night and its secrets behind us.
Most importantly, when the sun peaks its head over the horizon I want to dwell in the dream that is you and me.
To dwell. To dwell on thoughts. You know, those thoughts that are almost on the brink of a great discovery? Those memories you love and cant let go of? Dwell. Happiness, in a sense. Not exactly stalling, but not really moving forward in thought. Just..Suspended, i guess.
Hmm. I got the same word twice. Dwelling… Dwelling.. To dwell. Thiking back on past memories
If I were to dwell on anything too long, say for example, the word “dwell,” that’s something of a waste isn’t it? Dwell… dwell… the sound is good, round, simple, it sounds like what it is. Dwell is a space of leisure.
It takes alot of willpower to think back on something. To really give it its full attention once again. Everyone has thoughts but rethinking an idea, or dwelling on a thought is the best way to overcome
I dwell on everything that people tell me, I never stop thinking about it. Every word, sentence, compliment you have told me I have thought about. Every sad feeling I have I dwell on. I just dont know what to do with my self anymore.
Dwelling is like holding onto an idea, a feeling that gives you no satisfaction, no happiness, and no ability to progress into a more positive future. Don’t dwell. Get over it. Fight it. Feel good, look forward, and propel yourself into new possibilities.
cave
futuristic home
dwelling
god in my heart
Dwell upon the road and turn your head and cough. Okay that was silly. Dwell within the storm beside the sea that stems from the house. The road rests and waits for you to drive. Now dwell within yourself.
“It never would have worked out,” he said, somewhat apologetic even though he didn’t need to be. “We were just two different people; she was always looking forward, and I’m always looking back.” Interesting, that he would speak of her in the past tense, as if she was now a relic in the halls of his memory, the past in which he tended to dwell. “That always bothered me,” he continued, “because even though she hated me living in the past, how do you know where you’re going if you don’t know where you came from?”
I dwell on the past, so often. Letting things go is harder than it seems to be sometimes. But the more I dwell on things the more I seem to loose the reality of it. Facts get stretched to fiction and my feelings morph until I forget where I am and how I got here. Dwelling so much on the past makes you forget where you are in the present. It makes a future seem non-existent. WELL, like a well. When you fall in a well you can’t usually get out. Unless there is help. I needed that help. Those that I love have watvhed me be a vegetable, rotting inside my own body. Always thinking. They were there for me. Now I can dwell on how lucky I am. I can dwell on all the good they have done for me and make sure that I repay them and the rest of the world by giving people something to dwell on. Something good. I will give everyone a place in there brain that will never go away where they try to figure out why some people do nice things for no reason like my loved ones did for me. The only way to stop thinking about these good things and dwelling on them is to do something good for no reason. Give the feeling of good dwelling to someone else.
She looked at the picture in front of her, dwelling on everything from the past. Everything seemed so distant, yet so close to her, like she could grasp it all. She longed for the time everything was better, a rush of nostalgia cursing her. She wanted to be with him again, but she knew she fucked up… she knew she messed up everything. She put the picture down. She knew what she had to do next. Taking her lighter, she burned the paper, saying goodbye to the life she used to have…
it reminds me of something so long lasting, and painful and sorrowful. Dwelling reminds me of you. because i always thought about when wed be together but you left me here to dwell in my conscious and thoughts. Im being soaked up in sponge of time, and its very painful.
And he was there in his dwelling place, wrapped in solitude and perhaps even a touch of loneliness. But in his face I saw nothing but the stoic expression he wore throughout all of our days, from the times before, when his dwelling place was still closed off to the world and he was locked up inside.
I want to dwell in the landscape of your thighs. I want your gasping breaths to linger in the air as my teeth cascade down over your skin; from the tip top mountain of your chin down to the rolling hills of your toes. And I want to capture every conversation in your eyes; every plead, every demand, every desire. I want to taste the saltiness of the dew that collects on your body as we intermingle into the early morning hours, leaving night and its secrets behind us.
Most importantly, when the sun peaks its head over the horizon I want to dwell in the dream that is you and me.
i just dont kwon what’s dwell, but last Sunday I think it was Sunday, I have sung and danced a song an english poem, about love, and one part of it said the dwelling of lover, it vas tremendously gougeus.
To dwell is to see the end of time and spit on it. To reject whatever we think is nice or good in favor of what we think is repugnant or evil. It’s a sin to ourselves.
Who cares about anything? I wouldn’t want to dwell on mundane things like porn, sex, and t.v.. I hate that shit. What I really like is Nascar! Fucking nascar. I don’t know why but it really gets me. I don’t need to dwell on nothing because I have my television show.
i think i swell on the past to much. I’m afraid of a lot of things and i think that holds me back on what i want to do and who i want to be a lot. Its hard for me not to dwell on things I’ve done even though i wish i didn’t. I wonder if i will ever be able to get over that and finally except that everything happens for a reason.
you know, it’s not really a good idea to dwell on sad memories. just let them go. it’s so much easier without those memories. in fact, life would be so much better without horrible memories and situations.
I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Those are words from Psalm 23 that comfort many Christians. They even comfort me sometimes.
She dwells in the present, so obviously, she wouldn’t remember me.
and then i began to dwell on what was, i thought to myself all the things that made me happy, all the things that made me sad and somehow these things were connected. i love and i love love. i cannot being to explain
Oh don’t be a little girl,
Don’t be stuck in a position that you don’t need to be in.
Don’t you dare feel those feelings, and don’t you dare turn back.
Don’t dwell on the past that you cannot change.
Do move on.
I used to dwell in my apartment. However after many years of thinking what I wanted for I life, I decided to go out and live. I wanted to see the world and know everthing I’ve never hear before.
Sometimes I find myself dwelling on my past. Not the good things and the wonderful memories that I love, but rather the horrible things, the things that I cannot change. I don’t know why I must dwell on the bad, but I think that it must be changed. If one must dwell, one must remember the happy times and the things that made them who they are today. Don’t dwell, but live without regret.
thinking
I’m dwelling on the fact we’ve been cleaning the house.
wonder when it’s going to end.
Hoping we’ll be done soon.
I remember one time, in my 7th grade language arts class, we read a poem about how all earth and beings dwell in the same house. we all share one ecosystem and one home. we later talked about how we all have to contribute our part and we all have to share and be a working part of the society. I was reminded of this, and thought about how we all need to contribute to the ecosystem and the home, earth. this is what the word, dwell means to me. how all people on earth dwell and leave something else for someone else instead of contributing their part. but now, we need to be good inhabitants.
Dwell means to think about something for too long. You focus on something more than what you need to. Dwelling on things can be bad because you forget about the present and only focus on the past, and usually one little insignificant thing in the past. You need to focus on the future!
It wasn’t like I meant to dwell on the topic, but it’s not like you could ignore the weight of an entire person. Addressing the elephant in the room isn’t always pleasant, but it’s necessary. Especially if you want him to leave before he stinks up the place.
You constantly think about something. You wish and want for it to happen so badly. It could be love, a broken relationship to be fixed, or even a sandwich to eat. It consumes your life, in extreme cases. You would do anything in the world to have this in your life. You fantasize about it and what your new life would be like. You would will it to happen if you could.
WHEN YOUR WALKING SOMETIMES YOU JUST GO AROUND AND DWELL ON YOUR THOUGHTS SOME TIME YOUR GOING THROUGH A BAD TIME AND YOU JUST NEED TO THINK SO YOU JUST WALK AN DWELL ON THOSE SPECIFIC THOUGHTS TO TRY AND MAKE IT BETTER.
The hunchback, dwelling under the bridge in Macedonia, experienced grave hunger for 7 days.
the loss seemed too much. It wasn’t the loss of a person, or even tat of a pet, butthge flood had taken the house, and the land on which the house had stood. It was shere she had grown up, where she had lived, where she had been married. It was where she had dwelt. she could not help but dwell on the loss.
Where we dwell is the heart of our day to day to day doings comings goings worries and frets. Where we dwell is deep in the belly of the lives that cradle us and toss to and fro and here and there and we are dwelling on the thoughts that name us.
i don’t dwell i think. thinking is much better than dwelling dwelling means you are obsessed with what you are thinking about it rules you and you can’t stop thinking about what it is you are thinking about. dwelling is like stalking your thoughts. so id rather ponder than dwell.