the way a person is killed
the world is pulled from under them and they fall from the world in a cruel embrace that kills what life was and could be only a sick bastard could do this to a person.
Sometimes people fallout, it just happens. Sometimes it’s a fight, sometimes it’s one sided, but it happens. It happens and friendships fade and relationships fade and it’s sad, often. Good relationships should be maintained.
She says the stars fall beyond our imagined futures. She says no matter if we shoot for the moon, we will never be among the stars we see. They’ve already burst into flames.
Tears poured as I listened to Fallout Boy on my stereo. It my blurred vision I stumbled over to my stereo blasting it louder, so it would hopefully drown out the words he said.
Oh man, I had the biggest fallout with my best friends. LIfe hasn’t been the same since. I don’t go to the same stores or even see the same people anymore. Sides have been choses battle lines are drawn. I was actually un-invited to a party recently by some well meaning people. So everyone is “comfortable”. Did I mention it was their fault?
She knew there was no going back, not after the fallout from that tiny little friendship. You couldn’t change her mind, not with all the chocolate cake in the world. Take the pretty little jasmine garden, and shove it up your ass.
i’ve had a recent “falling out” with friends lately but i now have realized that they are not worth my time or energy. i have wonderful new friends who care for me and involve me in their lives.
“Lainey,” he said. My name trailed off into a dot-dot-dot, a string left hanging in the air, no finishing it up and tying it up into a bow. And that was it.
For a while.
He turned to face me, but it was impossible to make eye contact for the shadow that his cap cast over his face. I reached out and pushed the brim of it up, causing his bangs to spike up over his forehead and leave his eyes wide open. Their blue made me dizzy and unsure, and, just like always, I had to watch the corners to keep from losing sight of my thoughts. I waited for them curve as he realized what I was doing, or to crinkle as I tried to find some other excuse as to why I was avoiding his gaze. But when I saw them do the exact opposite and dip down, I glanced back to the middle just in time to see the blue slashed in half before he stepped back and tugged the cap back down, throwing him back into shadow again.
“Lainey,” he repeated, but this time there was only a breath before the words continued, “we need to talk.”
Strike One.
“I don’t really know how to put this, because, well, it– we– were never really, you know…we…”
Strike Two.
“…but I just think it’s best if it just stays You and Me. Does that make sense?”
Strike Three.
There is something called a fall out of a relationship. When you fall out of a relationship it may mean that a friendship is over, or two friends may just stop talking and drift apart. It may also mean that a boyfriend and a girlfriend have fallen out, because of a fight or jealousy or some other kind of hate. there is also a band called fall out boy.
radioactivity, mutations. nothing good about that. don’t expect sympathy from anyone else either, because they’ll be suffering from the same thing and can’t help you. gruesome, gruesome… there’s nothing else worse really. and nothing will grow, so you’ll probably starve. nice way to go.
The time has come, so rush your children into the safety of the
room. Leave the dog, ’tis better you live with heartbreak than
not at all. Where are the canteens of water? We left them
above ground, didn’t we? Oh yes, we did. Oops.
A falling out? A fall out? What’s the difference? I don’t really like this word. I don’t really have that much to say or rather, anything substantial to say. All I know is that I definitely do not want to ever fall out of anything that’s remotely good.
it’s like he’s broken. a toy that nobody wants. nobody needs him anymore. he’s falling out of patience, out of love, out of time. it’s killing him inside. it’s driving him mad. he wants to throw punches and be brave, but he’s falling out of that too. he’s got nothing left to him. it’s all over.
The world ended. Somehow he simply doesn’t care. Millions dead. Certainly, yes, that is a tragedy. Nothing to be done for it htough, There are radiation burns, disfiguring his face and body. But he never was a handsome man. and he’s still stronger, still healthier than he thinks he should be after it all. There’s no real shortage of food. He’s more than capable of setting traps and hunting. There’s Emily as well, so beautiful even as her hair grows back in in thin patches, who suddenly finds herself needing (if not wanting) him after all those years. All in all, the end of the world turned out rather pleasent he thought.
I’ve loved many women in my life. She was the most recent and the most devastating. We became too close too fast. When we spent time together it was like the room we were in was the only place in the world that space existed and everything beyond it was solid matter. Time didn’t exist for us we were so wrapped up in one another. In the end it broke like all of my previous relationships and the shrapnel from our fallout has lingered under my skin making me aware of it’s presence and her absence in the most uncomfortable and persistent way.
It was a fallout shelter. It was crazy they just sat there starring at the statue in the middle of the room. It seemed to be pointing. Pointing at something with it’s wrinkeled withered hand. I wasn’t sure what they wanted from us, what he wanted from us, though he seemed to speak to the people in the room.
I’m not sure what this word means. Let’s see if I can look it up before time runs out… Oooo I like it: Lingering effects are intriguing! Oh, and I get how it ties up with that radioactive gibber now.
the way a person is killed
the world is pulled from under them and they fall from the world in a cruel embrace that kills what life was and could be only a sick bastard could do this to a person.
The stars in heaven
Have not yet approved
of your beauty
You are dust
Or ash
and you fall out of my hair
on windy days
or tangle in the straps of my tank
I don’t approve
of your beauty
Sometimes people fallout, it just happens. Sometimes it’s a fight, sometimes it’s one sided, but it happens. It happens and friendships fade and relationships fade and it’s sad, often. Good relationships should be maintained.
the aftermath was frightful. never again will he eat fajitas from that mexican restaurant… scarred from the fallout.
She says the stars fall beyond our imagined futures. She says no matter if we shoot for the moon, we will never be among the stars we see. They’ve already burst into flames.
nuclear war, all damage, no life anymore, sad imagination, hopefully never come, end.
Tears poured as I listened to Fallout Boy on my stereo. It my blurred vision I stumbled over to my stereo blasting it louder, so it would hopefully drown out the words he said.
Oh man, I had the biggest fallout with my best friends. LIfe hasn’t been the same since. I don’t go to the same stores or even see the same people anymore. Sides have been choses battle lines are drawn. I was actually un-invited to a party recently by some well meaning people. So everyone is “comfortable”. Did I mention it was their fault?
She knew there was no going back, not after the fallout from that tiny little friendship. You couldn’t change her mind, not with all the chocolate cake in the world. Take the pretty little jasmine garden, and shove it up your ass.
i’ve had a recent “falling out” with friends lately but i now have realized that they are not worth my time or energy. i have wonderful new friends who care for me and involve me in their lives.
She felt as if she was losing control of her life at times, like all of her feelings wanted to fallout onto the floor.
“Lainey,” he said. My name trailed off into a dot-dot-dot, a string left hanging in the air, no finishing it up and tying it up into a bow. And that was it.
For a while.
He turned to face me, but it was impossible to make eye contact for the shadow that his cap cast over his face. I reached out and pushed the brim of it up, causing his bangs to spike up over his forehead and leave his eyes wide open. Their blue made me dizzy and unsure, and, just like always, I had to watch the corners to keep from losing sight of my thoughts. I waited for them curve as he realized what I was doing, or to crinkle as I tried to find some other excuse as to why I was avoiding his gaze. But when I saw them do the exact opposite and dip down, I glanced back to the middle just in time to see the blue slashed in half before he stepped back and tugged the cap back down, throwing him back into shadow again.
“Lainey,” he repeated, but this time there was only a breath before the words continued, “we need to talk.”
Strike One.
“I don’t really know how to put this, because, well, it– we– were never really, you know…we…”
Strike Two.
“…but I just think it’s best if it just stays You and Me. Does that make sense?”
Strike Three.
We’re Out.
separation..loss..growing up..growing out..friends..lovers..
There is something called a fall out of a relationship. When you fall out of a relationship it may mean that a friendship is over, or two friends may just stop talking and drift apart. It may also mean that a boyfriend and a girlfriend have fallen out, because of a fight or jealousy or some other kind of hate. there is also a band called fall out boy.
radioactivity, mutations. nothing good about that. don’t expect sympathy from anyone else either, because they’ll be suffering from the same thing and can’t help you. gruesome, gruesome… there’s nothing else worse really. and nothing will grow, so you’ll probably starve. nice way to go.
The time has come, so rush your children into the safety of the
room. Leave the dog, ’tis better you live with heartbreak than
not at all. Where are the canteens of water? We left them
above ground, didn’t we? Oh yes, we did. Oops.
“It was the fallout of Mocrucorp that caused this.” I said, hissing seconds later. Spit with blood accents filled his eye like dye.
A falling out? A fall out? What’s the difference? I don’t really like this word. I don’t really have that much to say or rather, anything substantial to say. All I know is that I definitely do not want to ever fall out of anything that’s remotely good.
it’s like he’s broken. a toy that nobody wants. nobody needs him anymore. he’s falling out of patience, out of love, out of time. it’s killing him inside. it’s driving him mad. he wants to throw punches and be brave, but he’s falling out of that too. he’s got nothing left to him. it’s all over.
The walls were solid, the floor was barren and of a hard cement. This was my fallout. It was cold, dusty, peaked with mess. I dare not to escape it.
This is my room as I look around. I am on my bed. In my fallout
The world ended. Somehow he simply doesn’t care. Millions dead. Certainly, yes, that is a tragedy. Nothing to be done for it htough, There are radiation burns, disfiguring his face and body. But he never was a handsome man. and he’s still stronger, still healthier than he thinks he should be after it all. There’s no real shortage of food. He’s more than capable of setting traps and hunting. There’s Emily as well, so beautiful even as her hair grows back in in thin patches, who suddenly finds herself needing (if not wanting) him after all those years. All in all, the end of the world turned out rather pleasent he thought.
I’ve loved many women in my life. She was the most recent and the most devastating. We became too close too fast. When we spent time together it was like the room we were in was the only place in the world that space existed and everything beyond it was solid matter. Time didn’t exist for us we were so wrapped up in one another. In the end it broke like all of my previous relationships and the shrapnel from our fallout has lingered under my skin making me aware of it’s presence and her absence in the most uncomfortable and persistent way.
Black hole
Space
Falling
Forever
Into
The
Darkness
. . .
Fallout
fallout , in , sideways, backwards
wind in my face
smell of bleach
I can’t find the remote
turn it off
change the channel
It was a fallout shelter. It was crazy they just sat there starring at the statue in the middle of the room. It seemed to be pointing. Pointing at something with it’s wrinkeled withered hand. I wasn’t sure what they wanted from us, what he wanted from us, though he seemed to speak to the people in the room.
I’m not sure what this word means. Let’s see if I can look it up before time runs out… Oooo I like it: Lingering effects are intriguing! Oh, and I get how it ties up with that radioactive gibber now.