There is a place deep in your being where everything is stored. Your body becomes toxic and your character becomes wasteful. Deep in this abyss you must empty the contents so that you can become full.
emptying, its how we deascribe nothingness, loneliness, sort of an emptiness that we feel inside… we love to be lonely… so we can get attention… so we don’t feel lonely.
I think of emptying the trash, and emptying my life of all the things I don’t want in it. I need to empty the house, and my schedule, and get rid of the things that make me upset. I hope this will help.
Emptying my mind to start again. I know this is right and I can’t wait, but the emptying of what is already here is always difficult, no matter how right or wrong it is to do so. Emptying for love. Emptying to live. Instead of staying here, empty.
He was supposed to be emptying the chamber pot by now. But he was distracted by a little scene that was going on in the town. So he sort of… forgot.
His name was called really loudly, almost stern and reprimanding. And he jumped, so, of course… it spilled everywhere. And to say he was going to the stocks was an understatement.
the trash can just after dawn. I wish I could be somewhere else like the beach instead of having my parents give me all this worthless chores. They don’t know what will hit them when i’m gone. They won’t have their slave anymore emptying trash
Death, life burned out. The glass slowly leaking water. Air leaves the lungs like a breeze from the shore. The reflection of light from the eye goes dim…
Of viscous liquids, the great mason jar of your mind. As if the bottom had ruptured and your soul poured out and swirled, like thick golden honey, to the abyssal floor below. And left would be you, or the image of you, full of tiny grooves.
There is far too much in our minds these days. There is so much that we preooccupy ourselves with, all to distract us for our real purposes as humans, to live and to love. We must empty all the ick in life that tells us otherwise and get back to the basics.
Go to the kitchen and find out there’s nothing on the fridge and you have to invent something to calm your hungry but there’s nothing to invent food and you have to go out with a little of money
My soul is slowly emptying of happiness. Though lately, it has been filling a bit, if not then it has been staying the same. One can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness, and now, I think I’m happy, but I can’t help but think that it’s going to get worse. Now the time is up.
and i kinda just wished those feelings would go away completely. my eyes empties themselves until no tears were left. the only thing that was left was him. no feelings at all.
my mouth emptying all of my feelings to her. all of the bad things. just the bad things. about what had happened after she left. what i wished she had said but hadn’t. what i wanted her to
I find your eyes emptying, unloading my bones like a suitcase. Was all this a vacation? I find comfort unpacking, letting go of all the moth bitten socks and stained blouses. When you look at me, I’m home.
when thigns go wrong the best thing to do is empty things. not just your mind but everything, go with the flow. it doesnt even matter if you lose time what matter is that you somehow will be ok.
Emptying is a word that when first read, has a very sad connotation. But think of it this way: As a cleansing from all that is negative and a lack of things to think or care about. Just pure calm. Empty the luggage of the long travels of life.
I was emptying the bucket in the garden when I noticed something that hadn’t been there yesterday. It was a small gnome – its arms broken and its head chipped. There was something strange – almost menacing about its appearance. It looked up at me from the dirt with a almost maniacal grin.
emptiness seems to make my voids appear. when something leaves you it makes you feel empty. as if nothing is inside and a part of you is afar, awaiting your return to fill the emptiness that now subsides. whenever emptiness is present we try, desperately to fill it. To make it not go away as most things that bother us should too, but come back.
My Dad doesn’t like emptying the garbage.
My head is emptying out at the end of the day.
Emptying is a funny spelt word.
River waters emptying in the ocean to stop flooding.
life is full of regrets and mistakes. regrets should be emptied. mistakes should be lessons. emptying regrets, should turn into a lesson as well. they help you grow and learn more about yourself.
I guess I feel like my hope is emptying in a way. Like nothing is going to get better. Like I’m a fool for thinking it will. Will. My will is emptying. I just do what I have to in order to get through the day. What kind of life is that? Empty.
I feel my skll tipping into the abyss. I fear that if i lean to far away my had will be emptied, just like a egg being cracked and seperated into a noxiou miture. Please help me.
I have finals. I have five tests everyday of the week. I need a break. I need time. I have too much to do. My head is going to explode. All I want to do is scream. All I want to do is EMPTY my mind of all things and forget.
that used to be mine, what you’re holding. yeah, that.
what are you looking at? I wasn’t really speaking to you. It was something I wanted to say, but was too afraid to, so please just look away.
It doesn’t matter, it’s not like it ever did…
we’re gone. it’s not like we ever existed in the first place. So pretend I was never here, and walk on in your life, just like you would have. No, don’t hesitate… keep going.
Don’t look back.
I just sat there and stared at the wall. I could feel the void that was part of me. All of my happiness that I had worked hard to collect was emptying into that void.
emptying my bowels in the toilet. emptying the trash. emptying food on the plate and into my mouth. emptying the trashcan. oops i have already said that. empty words. empty meanings. no promises. why does this word have ing at the end.
I always think of emptying myself to people, but I always think about not. It easier said than done. She finds it so easy to tell me things and I find it so easy to listen. He finds it so easy to tell me how he feels and how he see’s me but I can’t do the same. I write, but then I get bored. I feel so empty because I lack that relationship you get when you empty yourself. I’m feeling empty from not emptying.
emptying your mind
your brain
your soul
releasing it all
releasing… releasing….
.. to whom?
to me… to you…?
to love..
to God..
to family.. to friends….
?
to whom?
emptying.
it is horrible the way one feels when everything seems to fall apart. you feel empty. lost. what can be done to fix everything? it’s that type of moment when things go dark. when you disappear.
Oh he comes to me only in a dream, he stands taller than me, he wants me, he is quiet and his eyes consider me thoughtfully and when he decides to make love with me, it is what I expected, it is all my emotions come to the surface in a breathless emptying.
sometimes i feel naked and when i take off my clothes i feel better. also when i go to the restroom i feel like i just empyied myself, but hay whos looking or counting or smelling im not nasty i just want to be emyto form the inside out but i know i would never tell anyone else this
I was stuck in this strange middle of sorts. I wanted to quit my job and live every day of summer as spontaneously as I could with my non-related sisters. I wanted to hold onto every moment I could; I wanted to do stupid and crazy and silly things and run off into the night knowing it was well spent. But there was another part of me that wanted to skip past one hundred days and be with new people and exciting knowledge. I wanted to be somewhere different and far from everyone I knew. And it was both terrifying and thrilling in one twisted spectrum of emptying light.
Emptying the laundry basket is one of those tasks that no one really appreciates. You have to, of course. If you didn’t the laundry would stay there forever. In limbo. Laundry limbo. Arguably the worst kind of limbo, after the one with all the bees. But when the basket is, indeed, emptied, there is a sadness of sorts.
There is a place deep in your being where everything is stored. Your body becomes toxic and your character becomes wasteful. Deep in this abyss you must empty the contents so that you can become full.
emptying, its how we deascribe nothingness, loneliness, sort of an emptiness that we feel inside… we love to be lonely… so we can get attention… so we don’t feel lonely.
I think of emptying the trash, and emptying my life of all the things I don’t want in it. I need to empty the house, and my schedule, and get rid of the things that make me upset. I hope this will help.
Emptying my mind to start again. I know this is right and I can’t wait, but the emptying of what is already here is always difficult, no matter how right or wrong it is to do so. Emptying for love. Emptying to live. Instead of staying here, empty.
He was supposed to be emptying the chamber pot by now. But he was distracted by a little scene that was going on in the town. So he sort of… forgot.
His name was called really loudly, almost stern and reprimanding. And he jumped, so, of course… it spilled everywhere. And to say he was going to the stocks was an understatement.
the trash can just after dawn. I wish I could be somewhere else like the beach instead of having my parents give me all this worthless chores. They don’t know what will hit them when i’m gone. They won’t have their slave anymore emptying trash
Death, life burned out. The glass slowly leaking water. Air leaves the lungs like a breeze from the shore. The reflection of light from the eye goes dim…
Of viscous liquids, the great mason jar of your mind. As if the bottom had ruptured and your soul poured out and swirled, like thick golden honey, to the abyssal floor below. And left would be you, or the image of you, full of tiny grooves.
Emptying minds.
Pouring out thoughts, emotion.
No stress, no worry.
There is far too much in our minds these days. There is so much that we preooccupy ourselves with, all to distract us for our real purposes as humans, to live and to love. We must empty all the ick in life that tells us otherwise and get back to the basics.
Go to the kitchen and find out there’s nothing on the fridge and you have to invent something to calm your hungry but there’s nothing to invent food and you have to go out with a little of money
Emptying your mind.
Exist only in space and time.
No thoughts, no worry, no stress.
Empty your mind but never your heart.
Love, and be loved.
Emptyi
Lida meandered about the house, emptying her purchases all in different rooms. There was time enough before Aru was home.
My soul is slowly emptying of happiness. Though lately, it has been filling a bit, if not then it has been staying the same. One can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness, and now, I think I’m happy, but I can’t help but think that it’s going to get worse. Now the time is up.
and i kinda just wished those feelings would go away completely. my eyes empties themselves until no tears were left. the only thing that was left was him. no feelings at all.
my mouth emptying all of my feelings to her. all of the bad things. just the bad things. about what had happened after she left. what i wished she had said but hadn’t. what i wanted her to
I find your eyes emptying, unloading my bones like a suitcase. Was all this a vacation? I find comfort unpacking, letting go of all the moth bitten socks and stained blouses. When you look at me, I’m home.
when thigns go wrong the best thing to do is empty things. not just your mind but everything, go with the flow. it doesnt even matter if you lose time what matter is that you somehow will be ok.
Emptying is a word that when first read, has a very sad connotation. But think of it this way: As a cleansing from all that is negative and a lack of things to think or care about. Just pure calm. Empty the luggage of the long travels of life.
I was emptying the bucket in the garden when I noticed something that hadn’t been there yesterday. It was a small gnome – its arms broken and its head chipped. There was something strange – almost menacing about its appearance. It looked up at me from the dirt with a almost maniacal grin.
trash
bad relationships
venting
feelings
fat
love
hate
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emptiness seems to make my voids appear. when something leaves you it makes you feel empty. as if nothing is inside and a part of you is afar, awaiting your return to fill the emptiness that now subsides. whenever emptiness is present we try, desperately to fill it. To make it not go away as most things that bother us should too, but come back.
My Dad doesn’t like emptying the garbage.
My head is emptying out at the end of the day.
Emptying is a funny spelt word.
River waters emptying in the ocean to stop flooding.
life is full of regrets and mistakes. regrets should be emptied. mistakes should be lessons. emptying regrets, should turn into a lesson as well. they help you grow and learn more about yourself.
I guess I feel like my hope is emptying in a way. Like nothing is going to get better. Like I’m a fool for thinking it will. Will. My will is emptying. I just do what I have to in order to get through the day. What kind of life is that? Empty.
I feel my skll tipping into the abyss. I fear that if i lean to far away my had will be emptied, just like a egg being cracked and seperated into a noxiou miture. Please help me.
I have finals. I have five tests everyday of the week. I need a break. I need time. I have too much to do. My head is going to explode. All I want to do is scream. All I want to do is EMPTY my mind of all things and forget.
Maddi pulled a face as she turned the trash can upside down.
“What are you doing?” her boss asked as he came into the office, pausing just shy of the mess of papers that now covered the carpeted floor.
“Noble,” was the woman’s only explanation.
He nodded, understanding. “Trying to get out of paperwork again?”
“Always.”
that used to be mine, what you’re holding. yeah, that.
what are you looking at? I wasn’t really speaking to you. It was something I wanted to say, but was too afraid to, so please just look away.
It doesn’t matter, it’s not like it ever did…
we’re gone. it’s not like we ever existed in the first place. So pretend I was never here, and walk on in your life, just like you would have. No, don’t hesitate… keep going.
Don’t look back.
even though it did.
I just sat there and stared at the wall. I could feel the void that was part of me. All of my happiness that I had worked hard to collect was emptying into that void.
emptying my bowels in the toilet. emptying the trash. emptying food on the plate and into my mouth. emptying the trashcan. oops i have already said that. empty words. empty meanings. no promises. why does this word have ing at the end.
I always think of emptying myself to people, but I always think about not. It easier said than done. She finds it so easy to tell me things and I find it so easy to listen. He finds it so easy to tell me how he feels and how he see’s me but I can’t do the same. I write, but then I get bored. I feel so empty because I lack that relationship you get when you empty yourself. I’m feeling empty from not emptying.
emptying your mind
your brain
your soul
releasing it all
releasing… releasing….
.. to whom?
to me… to you…?
to love..
to God..
to family.. to friends….
?
to whom?
emptying.
it is horrible the way one feels when everything seems to fall apart. you feel empty. lost. what can be done to fix everything? it’s that type of moment when things go dark. when you disappear.
Oh he comes to me only in a dream, he stands taller than me, he wants me, he is quiet and his eyes consider me thoughtfully and when he decides to make love with me, it is what I expected, it is all my emotions come to the surface in a breathless emptying.
sometimes i feel naked and when i take off my clothes i feel better. also when i go to the restroom i feel like i just empyied myself, but hay whos looking or counting or smelling im not nasty i just want to be emyto form the inside out but i know i would never tell anyone else this
taking out……………. leaving…………………… i guess thats a ll i can think of………………. ind of sad really……………………….
I was stuck in this strange middle of sorts. I wanted to quit my job and live every day of summer as spontaneously as I could with my non-related sisters. I wanted to hold onto every moment I could; I wanted to do stupid and crazy and silly things and run off into the night knowing it was well spent. But there was another part of me that wanted to skip past one hundred days and be with new people and exciting knowledge. I wanted to be somewhere different and far from everyone I knew. And it was both terrifying and thrilling in one twisted spectrum of emptying light.
My soul of everything that was once. there. You. Me. Without one another and with each other. Dichotomy. Bare. Barren.
I miss you. My heart feels empty without you. You were full, beautiful, bouncy, chubby.
Love, beautiful. Love. Now fly.
Emptying the laundry basket is one of those tasks that no one really appreciates. You have to, of course. If you didn’t the laundry would stay there forever. In limbo. Laundry limbo. Arguably the worst kind of limbo, after the one with all the bees. But when the basket is, indeed, emptied, there is a sadness of sorts.