You are fake. Like a corporate complex, a beauty queen’s smile or a mermaid. You lack any definable emotions or characteristics to a real person. I hope you wake up and realize this one day, but plastic usually doesn’t have a conscious, either.
I think a lot of people are fake. They put on a show in front of you to make you think they are one way, when in reality they are nothing like that at all. It is sad that we can’t all just be ourselves. I am sure I have been guilty of this in the past, but I try very hard to be real all the time. I hope that I can teach my daughter it is okay to always be herself.
Fakers are the worst! They act lke something their not because they want the approval of everyone else. But who cares what everyone else thinks! It only matters what you think about yourself, so stop being a posuer.
sometimes i can’t understand why some people can be so fake day after day and not have it get to them. maybe it does and they’re just so good at being fake that it doesn’t bother them anymore. i wonder when they’ll realise?
I like using fake words sometimes. Speaking in a new language, made up only friends and lovers and animals and trees and grass understand. Only no one understands. Fake people and eyelashes. Kills me sometimes.
Fake makes me want to cringe and hide.Fake faces,fake personalities, fake eyelashes, fake flowers, all for fake people without real souls and lack of love for what is real.
fake is when things are not real then are plastic or they are not made out of the material that they are supposted to be made out of they are a copy of an original then are not real it is the opposite of real it is might be like fake fruit.
Fake . . . . things that aren’t real . . which brings me to the idea and thought of what exactly is real . . . do we really know, or do we just THINK we know. I’m betting what is really REAL isn’t what we think it is . . . . I don’t want to be fake.
‘its the same word every time’ he screamed.
No one heard him, they were all busy counting sheep.
he gave up & started walking home.
‘I don’t understand,’ he moped.
‘shouldn’t it change?’
‘Fake it for me’ she whispered urgently. Sweating profusely, he tried again and again but he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t simulate it. It was too precious to him.
something i wonder if this is me. i never seem to be my real self. but then i think, how do i know? i don’t think i’ve ever been my real self. i hope one day i can figure it out. i really hope i’m not this kind of person!
Fake is what they called her father when her back was tuned. The great man now the laughing stock of an unforgiving communtity. What did she have to do with him? Nothing really, but by osmosis his mistakes were apperently passed on to her.
i thought i had a friend, it turned out she was a fake. i thought i had some hobbies, it turned out they were fake. i thought i had a life, it turned out it was fake.
People are so fake. Fake emotions fake lives. Why do humans have to act that way? IT is disgusting. The fake hair and the fake boobs get me most. Why cant we just all be who we are naturally? Makes me wonder about the fate of the human race.
Like hair extensions fake. Nails done by Koreans fake. “Like Becky Oh my god!” fake. Hollywood, Sets, Personalities and tits. All Plastic, constructed by man, Perky and uptight fake.
it’s not the real you’re looking at, but the reason it’s not. who are you to say that the object or individual in question is, in fact, ‘fake’? perhaps your perception of what is real is not universal. assumptions such as these are the ones which have shaped our society into a place where racism and prejudice prevails, and I am disappointed.
vase, broken vase. mama’s crying and Silvino’s thighs are red with the marks of her broom. ‘why’ she is screaming? ‘bad boy’ she is shouting. None of this is real.
Looking closely, he could tell it was a fake. The eyebrows were arched like the Alps, not the Smokies. The cheek bones were more fanatic garnish than placid exactitude. The nose pouted and the lips were aquiline. But clearly the chin was authentic, a valise of longing slung beneath the whisper of regret, so he purchased and hung it by the baroque ear.
It’s hard to tell what’s fake from what’s not. Fake boobs might be one exception. I had a boyfriend who I always pointed the fake boobs too. He told me later on that I had taken the magic out of looking at them, because now when he saw them he could not enjoy them, because all he could see was that they were fake.
The same boyfriend
It’s hard to tell what’s fake from what’s not. Fake boobs might be one exception. I had a boyfriend who I always pointed the fake boobs too. He told me later on that I had taken the magic out of looking at them, because now when he saw them he could not enjoy them, because all he could see was that they were fake.
The same boyfriend
‘It’s fake’
‘No it’s not’
‘It’s fake, see here, I can tell it’s fake.’
‘No you can’t, it’s a genuine horse’
‘There’s no such thing as a horse, that’s how I can tell it’s a fake, you’ve just taken a unicorn and sanded the horn down, horse, hah! What a laugh.’
Fake ID’s were all the rage, they let you get into the club and to the bar. They let you be someone else, someone empowered someone cool suave and mature. It didn’t matter that in a few hours you’d be puking your guts out from the first shot of whiskey you’d ever taken, or that you’d feel like shit the next day.
With a green plastic watering can, for a fake chinese rubber plant, with fake plastic earth… The lyrics rang through my head, taunting my love with this person. My fake plastic mind was taunting my fake plastic love.
this is not real. it can be money, forgery. Jewellery that is made of plastic or glass. Fur can also be fake made of other fibres. women often fake it when having sex. fake is a four letter work.
There was blood on his hand and he felt sure this was a fake, a ploy to send him spiraling into depression once more. It had happened before, when he had got set up with the murder of a girl he had dated but once. But he knew he had never killed her. Like he felt he had not killed this one.
it is not real and it is not real. it makes no sense but i dont know why. and its not real, being real is a strange existence and it is not real im not sure why iu am wrtiting about the word fake but i know its not real
Fake.
Don’t make a mistake.
and bake
with fake
steak.
Or just be a flake.
and make pie?
You are fake. Like a corporate complex, a beauty queen’s smile or a mermaid. You lack any definable emotions or characteristics to a real person. I hope you wake up and realize this one day, but plastic usually doesn’t have a conscious, either.
Du bist falsch.
Falsch siehst du mich an, falsch l
I think a lot of people are fake. They put on a show in front of you to make you think they are one way, when in reality they are nothing like that at all. It is sad that we can’t all just be ourselves. I am sure I have been guilty of this in the past, but I try very hard to be real all the time. I hope that I can teach my daughter it is okay to always be herself.
A state in which people deny being true to themselves and to others.
Fakers are the worst! They act lke something their not because they want the approval of everyone else. But who cares what everyone else thinks! It only matters what you think about yourself, so stop being a posuer.
Fake jewelery is the only kind I got. Nothing real no true stones. Some fakes are fun, some fakes are evil telling the difference is important
the bitches that draw their eyebrows on with sharpie. STOP THAT.
your eyes set on mine. name like a sigh on my breath. recycled. pre-calculated.
the time melts away.
facade of yesterday, reality of today
Vicious circle of smiles
Friendly cluster of frowns
Death of hope for hopefuls, pessimism for realists
now resorting to guile
parading with the clowns
How fake must I be to be who I am?
Since real, it seems is simply bland
My castle is built from the firmest sand
but rising is the tide…
sometimes i can’t understand why some people can be so fake day after day and not have it get to them. maybe it does and they’re just so good at being fake that it doesn’t bother them anymore. i wonder when they’ll realise?
I like using fake words sometimes. Speaking in a new language, made up only friends and lovers and animals and trees and grass understand. Only no one understands. Fake people and eyelashes. Kills me sometimes.
paris hilton!
Fake makes me want to cringe and hide.Fake faces,fake personalities, fake eyelashes, fake flowers, all for fake people without real souls and lack of love for what is real.
fake nails are bad for your nails
fake fur is cheaper than real
fake means to pretend
fake is when things are not real then are plastic or they are not made out of the material that they are supposted to be made out of they are a copy of an original then are not real it is the opposite of real it is might be like fake fruit.
fake nails are bad for your nails
fake fur is cheaper than real
fake means to pretend
Fake . . . . things that aren’t real . . which brings me to the idea and thought of what exactly is real . . . do we really know, or do we just THINK we know. I’m betting what is really REAL isn’t what we think it is . . . . I don’t want to be fake.
‘its the same word every time’ he screamed.
No one heard him, they were all busy counting sheep.
he gave up & started walking home.
‘I don’t understand,’ he moped.
‘shouldn’t it change?’
‘Fake it for me’ she whispered urgently. Sweating profusely, he tried again and again but he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t simulate it. It was too precious to him.
something i wonder if this is me. i never seem to be my real self. but then i think, how do i know? i don’t think i’ve ever been my real self. i hope one day i can figure it out. i really hope i’m not this kind of person!
Fake is what they called her father when her back was tuned. The great man now the laughing stock of an unforgiving communtity. What did she have to do with him? Nothing really, but by osmosis his mistakes were apperently passed on to her.
it’s good not to fake.
not real. to many people. we are not suppose to fake be real and genuine, Live not to be fake. Make it a life changing thing
Das ist doch alles eine L
i thought i had a friend, it turned out she was a fake. i thought i had some hobbies, it turned out they were fake. i thought i had a life, it turned out it was fake.
People are so fake. Fake emotions fake lives. Why do humans have to act that way? IT is disgusting. The fake hair and the fake boobs get me most. Why cant we just all be who we are naturally? Makes me wonder about the fate of the human race.
Like hair extensions fake. Nails done by Koreans fake. “Like Becky Oh my god!” fake. Hollywood, Sets, Personalities and tits. All Plastic, constructed by man, Perky and uptight fake.
it’s not the real you’re looking at, but the reason it’s not. who are you to say that the object or individual in question is, in fact, ‘fake’? perhaps your perception of what is real is not universal. assumptions such as these are the ones which have shaped our society into a place where racism and prejudice prevails, and I am disappointed.
vase, broken vase. mama’s crying and Silvino’s thighs are red with the marks of her broom. ‘why’ she is screaming? ‘bad boy’ she is shouting. None of this is real.
Looking closely, he could tell it was a fake. The eyebrows were arched like the Alps, not the Smokies. The cheek bones were more fanatic garnish than placid exactitude. The nose pouted and the lips were aquiline. But clearly the chin was authentic, a valise of longing slung beneath the whisper of regret, so he purchased and hung it by the baroque ear.
It’s hard to tell what’s fake from what’s not. Fake boobs might be one exception. I had a boyfriend who I always pointed the fake boobs too. He told me later on that I had taken the magic out of looking at them, because now when he saw them he could not enjoy them, because all he could see was that they were fake.
The same boyfriend
It’s hard to tell what’s fake from what’s not. Fake boobs might be one exception. I had a boyfriend who I always pointed the fake boobs too. He told me later on that I had taken the magic out of looking at them, because now when he saw them he could not enjoy them, because all he could see was that they were fake.
The same boyfriend
‘It’s fake’
‘No it’s not’
‘It’s fake, see here, I can tell it’s fake.’
‘No you can’t, it’s a genuine horse’
‘There’s no such thing as a horse, that’s how I can tell it’s a fake, you’ve just taken a unicorn and sanded the horn down, horse, hah! What a laugh.’
you can have the hope to be successful until u know how to fake something…
Fake ID’s were all the rage, they let you get into the club and to the bar. They let you be someone else, someone empowered someone cool suave and mature. It didn’t matter that in a few hours you’d be puking your guts out from the first shot of whiskey you’d ever taken, or that you’d feel like shit the next day.
one day, i needed a fake tan badly, i knew i had some fake money on me couldn,t use the fake money to get myself a
With a green plastic watering can, for a fake chinese rubber plant, with fake plastic earth… The lyrics rang through my head, taunting my love with this person. My fake plastic mind was taunting my fake plastic love.
this is not real. it can be money, forgery. Jewellery that is made of plastic or glass. Fur can also be fake made of other fibres. women often fake it when having sex. fake is a four letter work.
There was blood on his hand and he felt sure this was a fake, a ploy to send him spiraling into depression once more. It had happened before, when he had got set up with the murder of a girl he had dated but once. But he knew he had never killed her. Like he felt he had not killed this one.
it is not real and it is not real. it makes no sense but i dont know why. and its not real, being real is a strange existence and it is not real im not sure why iu am wrtiting about the word fake but i know its not real