He sat in his vinyl chair. He didn’t breathe. He was expecting her to arrive any minute. He had been waiting for what seemed like forever Just then she walked through the door. She was strikingly beautiful. His mind raced. She drove him mad. Everything around her blurred until it was just the two of them. He got ip from his chair and stepped closer and closer to her. Then he took her face in his hand and kissed her lips softly yet passionately. He then knew that this moment was worth the wait
i’m expecting expecting nothing in return not a kiss not a letter not a thank you just a memory a thought an idea something i wish for but never speak out loud i keep to myself doing nothing but expecting
this is when u are on the wait for something coming it is when u now or is on the brink of time when u can see or knows some one or something is on it’s way or almost here so
What were you expecting? Did you think everything would just lay out and fix itself? Life is not a simple puzzle. There are pieces that don’t fit quite right and things that never work out as we planned. We have to expect the unexpected, and I can’t promise you anymore than that.
Once I was expecting a great surprise on my birthday. Unfortunately, since surprises for me aren’t usually good, and this one was no different, instead of an inflatable dinosaur or a GI Joe, I got a dustbuster.
I’m expecting a very important fish for dinner, Charles.
Sometimes I expect the worst.
Unexpectedly, I am expecting.
Eggspectations is a place I expect is about eggs.
What did you expect?
How can I ever expect him to do something out of the ordinary? Is it too much to ask for a little love? Everyone expects their signifcant other to be thoughtful. Maybe I’m just expecting too much.
i have been expecting
for about four years now
expecting that something would happen
that things would get better
or something would suddenly become clear to me
and everything would change
but
nothing does
I’m expecting ideas to be flowing through my head. None seem to be. This is pointless. WHY CAN’T I THINK?! I miss how I use to be able to see a blank paper and just write my heart out. I need to spill my soul…
im expecting my rage and bitchiness to lower down a little bit i dont know whats wrong with me propably i will be getting my period but the thing is y exect my dreams and hopes come true and i will just stop being such a bitch about it i really wanna change it and expect to i dont know be great in life and expect all of u are doing ok ughh i feel sooo boreddd and expect to feel better and happier!
pregnany
alcohol
get high
white hair
getting far
cancer
diabetes
cvities
arthritis
lost voice
wrinkles
trust
betrayal
married
cheat
friends
love
nail polish remover
Expecting – this is the second time I’ve written about this word. The first time, I thought this site churned out words without limits, not just one per day. In a way, it’s reassuring to know exactly what you’ll be getting after the first time – what to expect. But at the same time, it’s rather limiting. Expectations are limiting.
she sipped tentatively on the teacup, willing her eyes to stray down to the murky liquid. but her distrust and hesitation was clear – the saucer rattled against the cup. “how does it taste?”
I was expecting to see how she was feeling. She was in the bathroom the whole day when I got the call. Not sure what to do, I came straight over and used my spare key to let me in. As I approached the bathroom door, I could hear her crying. Quickly I thrust it open to see what was wrong.
I waited there. The seconds and minutes elongated into an hour. A single, devastating, hour. I couldn’t leave though. I kept telling myself…he might still come.
Expecting children? What a wonderful thing. Expecting a surprise? Maybe a surprise birthday party? I hate surprises. It also brings expecting something to jump out at you, like in a scary movie. Expecting something good? Something bad? Anything? Expecting something is better than never feeling anything new.
What am I expecting? Peace sometimes. For some people to grow up and acknowledge their responsibilities. I don’t know what to expect from myself. Should I expect them to be thankful for what I do for them, should I wait for their thanks, will it come? I expect not.
Were you expecting forgiveness or some kind of reprieve?!
Did you think I would never find out?!
How you dirtied my name?!
How you made other people think wrongly of me?!
when I never spoke one word against you, not to anyone’s face?!
What did you expect by writing me a letter?!
That I would forgive you and come rushing back into your arms?!
Did you really think I would after all this time?!
I had forgiven you, you know.
I had thought even to look you up, but I see now that you never changed and you never will.
I’m expecting that he’ll love me. I’m expecting my life will go as planned. The funny this is that expectations don’t just magically meet themselves, you have to make them happen. :)
I’m expecting to have a good rest of the summer. I’m not expecting to have baby because I’m not a skank and I don’t do it. Actually i sell t-shirts promoting abstinence to a bunch of hypocrits at my school. My school’s teen pregnancy is disgraceful but thats ok because it can’t get much worse so its bound to get better. Right? I hope so, I’m expecting to be a boss next basketball season because I’m getting my anus in shape hardcore right now.
She shouldn’t still be doing this, expecting things from him. Yes, he was her father. But first and foremost, he was unreliable. Out for himself. Alone in the world. She shouldn’t be expecting a present, or his presence… She just…
It was nice to hope. It was nice that she could expect, at the very least.
Sean hadn’t expected the accident to change his brain chemistry. The fever dreams were worst. Last night he broke the neck of a lion cub in a hotel pool because it was the only food around for miles. They were alone in the middle of the jungle. They were alone in the middle of a disco. He was alone in his living room, sitting up and sobbing. The sound of snapping bones were still ringing in his ears; popping like slipping gravel. The feeling of the smallness of that imaginary things neck was in his hands, a sensation that never existed, and yet, it did, because he knew exactly what it felt like, or at least it seemed that way. In the darkness of his living room he could make out only the looming shapes of things, the empty space that his wife used to occupy, and the sound of new, unsettled quiet that echoed off one less body in his dusty, gray home.
is awaiting the impossible, trying to believe that what cannot be will be. Ok, pompous sounding I know but in short, expecting is a waste of time. Whoever does expect something never ends up with what he has foreseen. An expectant mother never really knows about her child or her life or even that the child will survive, but she is expecting. So if one were to be totally safe and never take risks, one would never expect anything other than the world to continue changing.
And no, we never learn we are ever trying to work out the future,…
Expectations line my life at all fronts. I can’t help but run from them, yet they always come back to get me. I feel as if people expect me to be something greater than myself, or maybe it’s just my desire to make the world proud. Wishing to feel non-insignificant is my greatest goal.
“Oh, congratulations!” Darcy exlaimed as she hugged Martha. “I just KNEW my old “spiderman-style” trick would do the trick!” Martha blushed deeply while petting her belly and looked at her husband. “We’re naming the kid Mary Jane.”
i always seem to be expecting. expecting what? im not sure. everything. but i need to stop expecting because expecting is the downfall of reality. we all expect something different and not one of us is ever right. so long we sit expecting and realize that weve sat so long waiting expectantly for what we expect that we miss the beautiful unexpected.
that climbing, building, steady moving forward in a song, right before things break, right before the catchy chorus, right before the best part, is sometimes just as lovely as getting there. i won’t give up expecting for fear.
“Well what else were you expecting, Albert?” she screamed, hurling everything within her grasp at him as Lucy held her back. “You can’t just propose and make everything better” Albert dodged a fish fork and tried again.
There was a girl in my graduating class who had been expecting for most of our senior year. Pregnant, I mean. She’d never really talked to me much. I didn’t dislike her. Her baby is beautiful. And she’s healthy and happy. That’s all that matters I think.
I don’t know why i sit around expecting my life to change. I’ve always been the girl to go and grab what i want. Make the changes i want to see. But i feel the fear lately. Does it get any better than this, is this where i’m supposed to be? I hope not. I want the fire back.
i expect different things in life… hopefully love.. a family… I hope that these things will come true…. though you can never be sure of what will happen next. My life is very complicated. ups and downs are plentiful.
waiting for something to arrive, wanting something in return from someone. using one to gain another. always wanting something. using ones own source to access another source in which they gain something bigger
Expecting.
I was not expecting to be so sad this summer.
I’m very alone. Awfully alone. I guess I should’ve known I would be. I just wish I could see you. Or talk to anybody. I don’t know. So lost…
I expect to be loved. I expect to be respected. Those who love me should respect me, so I’m not expecting much. I expect myself to respect those that I love.
trespassing
He sat in his vinyl chair. He didn’t breathe. He was expecting her to arrive any minute. He had been waiting for what seemed like forever Just then she walked through the door. She was strikingly beautiful. His mind raced. She drove him mad. Everything around her blurred until it was just the two of them. He got ip from his chair and stepped closer and closer to her. Then he took her face in his hand and kissed her lips softly yet passionately. He then knew that this moment was worth the wait
i’m expecting expecting nothing in return not a kiss not a letter not a thank you just a memory a thought an idea something i wish for but never speak out loud i keep to myself doing nothing but expecting
this is when u are on the wait for something coming it is when u now or is on the brink of time when u can see or knows some one or something is on it’s way or almost here so
What were you expecting? Did you think everything would just lay out and fix itself? Life is not a simple puzzle. There are pieces that don’t fit quite right and things that never work out as we planned. We have to expect the unexpected, and I can’t promise you anymore than that.
Once I was expecting a great surprise on my birthday. Unfortunately, since surprises for me aren’t usually good, and this one was no different, instead of an inflatable dinosaur or a GI Joe, I got a dustbuster.
I’m expecting a very important fish for dinner, Charles.
Sometimes I expect the worst.
Unexpectedly, I am expecting.
Eggspectations is a place I expect is about eggs.
What did you expect?
How can I ever expect him to do something out of the ordinary? Is it too much to ask for a little love? Everyone expects their signifcant other to be thoughtful. Maybe I’m just expecting too much.
Waiting
Love
Baby
Withdraw
Submit
Bunny
Soft
Kitty
Warm
Kitty
i have been expecting
for about four years now
expecting that something would happen
that things would get better
or something would suddenly become clear to me
and everything would change
but
nothing does
I’m expecting ideas to be flowing through my head. None seem to be. This is pointless. WHY CAN’T I THINK?! I miss how I use to be able to see a blank paper and just write my heart out. I need to spill my soul…
im expecting my rage and bitchiness to lower down a little bit i dont know whats wrong with me propably i will be getting my period but the thing is y exect my dreams and hopes come true and i will just stop being such a bitch about it i really wanna change it and expect to i dont know be great in life and expect all of u are doing ok ughh i feel sooo boreddd and expect to feel better and happier!
pregnany
alcohol
get high
white hair
getting far
cancer
diabetes
cvities
arthritis
lost voice
wrinkles
trust
betrayal
married
cheat
friends
love
nail polish remover
Expecting – this is the second time I’ve written about this word. The first time, I thought this site churned out words without limits, not just one per day. In a way, it’s reassuring to know exactly what you’ll be getting after the first time – what to expect. But at the same time, it’s rather limiting. Expectations are limiting.
she sipped tentatively on the teacup, willing her eyes to stray down to the murky liquid. but her distrust and hesitation was clear – the saucer rattled against the cup. “how does it taste?”
I was expecting to see how she was feeling. She was in the bathroom the whole day when I got the call. Not sure what to do, I came straight over and used my spare key to let me in. As I approached the bathroom door, I could hear her crying. Quickly I thrust it open to see what was wrong.
I waited there. The seconds and minutes elongated into an hour. A single, devastating, hour. I couldn’t leave though. I kept telling myself…he might still come.
All that time,I expected us to go somewhere.
False. Effing. Expectations.
freakign
Expecting children? What a wonderful thing. Expecting a surprise? Maybe a surprise birthday party? I hate surprises. It also brings expecting something to jump out at you, like in a scary movie. Expecting something good? Something bad? Anything? Expecting something is better than never feeling anything new.
What am I expecting? Peace sometimes. For some people to grow up and acknowledge their responsibilities. I don’t know what to expect from myself. Should I expect them to be thankful for what I do for them, should I wait for their thanks, will it come? I expect not.
Were you expecting forgiveness or some kind of reprieve?!
Did you think I would never find out?!
How you dirtied my name?!
How you made other people think wrongly of me?!
when I never spoke one word against you, not to anyone’s face?!
What did you expect by writing me a letter?!
That I would forgive you and come rushing back into your arms?!
Did you really think I would after all this time?!
I had forgiven you, you know.
I had thought even to look you up, but I see now that you never changed and you never will.
I’m expecting that he’ll love me. I’m expecting my life will go as planned. The funny this is that expectations don’t just magically meet themselves, you have to make them happen. :)
I’m expecting to have a good rest of the summer. I’m not expecting to have baby because I’m not a skank and I don’t do it. Actually i sell t-shirts promoting abstinence to a bunch of hypocrits at my school. My school’s teen pregnancy is disgraceful but thats ok because it can’t get much worse so its bound to get better. Right? I hope so, I’m expecting to be a boss next basketball season because I’m getting my anus in shape hardcore right now.
She shouldn’t still be doing this, expecting things from him. Yes, he was her father. But first and foremost, he was unreliable. Out for himself. Alone in the world. She shouldn’t be expecting a present, or his presence… She just…
It was nice to hope. It was nice that she could expect, at the very least.
Sean hadn’t expected the accident to change his brain chemistry. The fever dreams were worst. Last night he broke the neck of a lion cub in a hotel pool because it was the only food around for miles. They were alone in the middle of the jungle. They were alone in the middle of a disco. He was alone in his living room, sitting up and sobbing. The sound of snapping bones were still ringing in his ears; popping like slipping gravel. The feeling of the smallness of that imaginary things neck was in his hands, a sensation that never existed, and yet, it did, because he knew exactly what it felt like, or at least it seemed that way. In the darkness of his living room he could make out only the looming shapes of things, the empty space that his wife used to occupy, and the sound of new, unsettled quiet that echoed off one less body in his dusty, gray home.
is awaiting the impossible, trying to believe that what cannot be will be. Ok, pompous sounding I know but in short, expecting is a waste of time. Whoever does expect something never ends up with what he has foreseen. An expectant mother never really knows about her child or her life or even that the child will survive, but she is expecting. So if one were to be totally safe and never take risks, one would never expect anything other than the world to continue changing.
And no, we never learn we are ever trying to work out the future,…
Expectations line my life at all fronts. I can’t help but run from them, yet they always come back to get me. I feel as if people expect me to be something greater than myself, or maybe it’s just my desire to make the world proud. Wishing to feel non-insignificant is my greatest goal.
“Oh, congratulations!” Darcy exlaimed as she hugged Martha. “I just KNEW my old “spiderman-style” trick would do the trick!” Martha blushed deeply while petting her belly and looked at her husband. “We’re naming the kid Mary Jane.”
always expecting something different to happen, a different routine, a different event, anything. breathe, walk, sleep, talk. can I please fly?
i always seem to be expecting. expecting what? im not sure. everything. but i need to stop expecting because expecting is the downfall of reality. we all expect something different and not one of us is ever right. so long we sit expecting and realize that weve sat so long waiting expectantly for what we expect that we miss the beautiful unexpected.
that climbing, building, steady moving forward in a song, right before things break, right before the catchy chorus, right before the best part, is sometimes just as lovely as getting there. i won’t give up expecting for fear.
“Well what else were you expecting, Albert?” she screamed, hurling everything within her grasp at him as Lucy held her back. “You can’t just propose and make everything better” Albert dodged a fish fork and tried again.
Bohemiath. But it has to be said as K. Billy did on his super sounds of the 70’s radio show.
There was a girl in my graduating class who had been expecting for most of our senior year. Pregnant, I mean. She’d never really talked to me much. I didn’t dislike her. Her baby is beautiful. And she’s healthy and happy. That’s all that matters I think.
I don’t know why i sit around expecting my life to change. I’ve always been the girl to go and grab what i want. Make the changes i want to see. But i feel the fear lately. Does it get any better than this, is this where i’m supposed to be? I hope not. I want the fire back.
i expect different things in life… hopefully love.. a family… I hope that these things will come true…. though you can never be sure of what will happen next. My life is very complicated. ups and downs are plentiful.
waiting for something to arrive, wanting something in return from someone. using one to gain another. always wanting something. using ones own source to access another source in which they gain something bigger
Expecting.
I was not expecting to be so sad this summer.
I’m very alone. Awfully alone. I guess I should’ve known I would be. I just wish I could see you. Or talk to anybody. I don’t know. So lost…
I expect to be loved. I expect to be respected. Those who love me should respect me, so I’m not expecting much. I expect myself to respect those that I love.