a place where you need to go. somewhere where you dream of going. whatever one it is. its a place you try to believe in and you believe with all your heart that it is a good place. an awesome place. you need it desperately.
Fate happens when you quite trying to do something and let it happen. Fate is in control of itself and you… are not. Fate is something for people who can’t take their own actions. Fate is FAKE.
Mitt öde är bisarrt: Jag har tagit fram anteckningar för två år sedan, och jag kunde lika gärna ha skrivit dem idag. Det är skrämmande. Jag vet inte vad jag är fast i för mönster, men jag måste ta mig loss. Inte är detta mitt öde: GroundHog Day. (Bill lärde sig åtminstone en läxa).
is but what you want out of it i guess… fate is seen by your own eye as long as you look? my fate is pretty much what i want, i have the choice to either sit here and write about fate or i can just stop and do something else. it’s destiny for me to finish this though,
Fate? I don’t believe in fate. Or destiny. Or… Look, life is what you make of it. You make your own way, your own destiny, your own fate. Maybe you get nudges — “do this, don’t do that, maybe you should consider…” But there’s nothing out there MAKING you do it. It’s all you. You decide what you’ll be. I hope you decide well.
I think I believe in fate. I want to. I want a reason to take a little less responsibility for my actions. I want to think that the way things turn out are meant to be so. Logically, it’s probably not so. But perhaps, perhaps things are supposed to be a certain way.
fate is something you cannot control it controls your outcome in life. A person meant to fall in love is controlled by fate A person who is meant for success will be given oppoortunity to take advantage of fate…a person making poor decisions will not be rewarded and fate will not treat them well..is fate male or female? Supernatural or real? We’ll never know, is it something we use as a crutch? or does it in fact decide our destiny?
Fate. Can you control it? Can you influence it? That’s a good question. What is fate? If you believe in it and have lots of bad experiences, then you think you’re ill fate. Does it make you feel better? I bet not. Better to forget about fate and just live your life. Make every moment count and make the best of your journey.
I stepped out of the car and onto the tar. My shoes hurt my feet and I was angry to leave the pizza we’d ordered. I walked up a slight incline, wondering why my mom wanted to talk to the man she divorced nearly five years ago. When he took the phone, swore, kicked the cement and started crying, my brother’s name trembling from his lips, I understood.
it rests in every ones hands
you think you can control
but you can’t
it changes every second of everyday
And mine changed the day i saw him
I heard his laugh hanging in the air as i walked into the room
The air seemed to crack with electricity
fate, the three, do you think we were fated to meet? i, tipsy and a little rambling, hold your hands in mine as you kneel before a drowsy me, and tell you that i should find the person who convinced me to audition on that day and thank them more than anyone else. you ask me why. i say because it is thanks to them that i met you.
you bend down, a smile i have never before seen softening and brightening your face, and kiss my cheek, holding my hands tighter.
‘because i knew you, i have been changed for good’.
the more you ruv someone, the more you want to kill them.
i think that it was chance that made them switch me on those risers that day, and fate that it was then that i met you.
Fate stumbles into the room, drink in hand, with no where left to turn to. It damaged families and brought in marriages, it opened up windows and slammed doors. Fate was out of excuses of why and what and when. It was ready to face the next step in self-improvement, to allow fate to step aside and take a nap on this one. While self indulgence took over life.
So it turns out that it isn’t a good idea to piss off the Fates. Yeah, who would have figured right? I mean, I thought it would be hilarious to replace the tapestry of creation with the bubble wrap of cosmic irony, but apparently no one else was of my opinion. At least no one’s life was cut short any more. We all just went out with a pop.
i think that my fate is in the hands of God. i wouldn’t say that i’m fatalistic, i just don’t think that I’m in control. some people say that ‘fate’ brought them together but i don’t think it can be attributed to just ‘fate’. there has to be more out there.
the time is at an end, was it my choice or anothers? How can we say that the end result is always our own? Now as i staere over the precipice am I must choosing the path that perhaps was ordaned for me or the result of my actions?
Nobody believes in you, you antiquated bogey man! You think because you are gauded-up in your black and gold robes and that twisted mask we will boohoo ourselves into obedience? What school of ham acting did you attend, waving your arms and pointing like we are hypnotized and can’t see the bus you want us to step in front of?
it is very interesting that people tend to think about fate and things fate does or does not. i personally don’t think at all, and maybe because it is my fate. what about you? what’s the word again? fate?
THE END OF THE WORLD TIME AND EXISTANCE WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ALL OF US AND NONE OF US DIFFERENT FOR ALL SAME RESULTS IN THE END NO MATTER WHAT INAVOIDABLE IT’LL HAPPEN IT’LL BE THERE LIKE A STRANGER IN THE ALLEY WAITING TO MUG YOU.
destiny, intertwined with all those around us. the butterfly effect, the idea that one seemingly insignificant and unnoticed act can have a grand effect on the world that we may never see or realize. somehow, someway, the words i say today could affect your life tomorrow…and we’ll never even know it
fate is the summon of all beings what can we replace such a substance slow carrening pulse of nonchalance in the still beating womb of time can we rebel can we perceive will we reason to overcome this abominable
fate was the mans worst enemy>something he’d feared for eternity, as he knew it. Was it true that this girl was standing here, now running with an apple in her mouth. shes even dressed as big bird. i think it must be the one. fate. it’s whats for dinner.
Is it fate or is it God? Everything has a purpose, God is everywhere determining everything. Call it what you will, I call it God’s will.
a place where you need to go. somewhere where you dream of going. whatever one it is. its a place you try to believe in and you believe with all your heart that it is a good place. an awesome place. you need it desperately.
Fate happens when you quite trying to do something and let it happen. Fate is in control of itself and you… are not. Fate is something for people who can’t take their own actions. Fate is FAKE.
is it fate or is just an innocent mistake?
Honestly, i’ve got no idea. But what i feel is that this fate thing has brought me alot more emotions than i expected.
Now all that lingers in my mind is whether do you even care about or even think about me.
Mitt öde är bisarrt: Jag har tagit fram anteckningar för två år sedan, och jag kunde lika gärna ha skrivit dem idag. Det är skrämmande. Jag vet inte vad jag är fast i för mönster, men jag måste ta mig loss. Inte är detta mitt öde: GroundHog Day. (Bill lärde sig åtminstone en läxa).
is but what you want out of it i guess… fate is seen by your own eye as long as you look? my fate is pretty much what i want, i have the choice to either sit here and write about fate or i can just stop and do something else. it’s destiny for me to finish this though,
Fate? I don’t believe in fate. Or destiny. Or… Look, life is what you make of it. You make your own way, your own destiny, your own fate. Maybe you get nudges — “do this, don’t do that, maybe you should consider…” But there’s nothing out there MAKING you do it. It’s all you. You decide what you’ll be. I hope you decide well.
I think I believe in fate. I want to. I want a reason to take a little less responsibility for my actions. I want to think that the way things turn out are meant to be so. Logically, it’s probably not so. But perhaps, perhaps things are supposed to be a certain way.
Fate is so cruel. It can twsit and scar, maw the flesh fo what you thought was truth, but in reality, was a LIe.
Fate can be so damn cruel. I know because I can see my fate without knowing what it truely is. I hate my fate, but theres nothign you can do about it.
fate is something you cannot control it controls your outcome in life. A person meant to fall in love is controlled by fate A person who is meant for success will be given oppoortunity to take advantage of fate…a person making poor decisions will not be rewarded and fate will not treat them well..is fate male or female? Supernatural or real? We’ll never know, is it something we use as a crutch? or does it in fact decide our destiny?
Fate. Can you control it? Can you influence it? That’s a good question. What is fate? If you believe in it and have lots of bad experiences, then you think you’re ill fate. Does it make you feel better? I bet not. Better to forget about fate and just live your life. Make every moment count and make the best of your journey.
Is it fate that we found each other again? Should we act on that or am I just looking for something new; to get me out of this boredom?
Fate rolls her dice– the cube pirrouettes and wobbles for a moment, then falls with a leaden thud.
On the table: snake eyes.
And you know the basilisk is out for you. Lady Fate smiles and unleashes the beast.
makes so much more sense now… maybe it is not a big fat lie as I thought. excited to know what it will bring me next…
I stepped out of the car and onto the tar. My shoes hurt my feet and I was angry to leave the pizza we’d ordered. I walked up a slight incline, wondering why my mom wanted to talk to the man she divorced nearly five years ago. When he took the phone, swore, kicked the cement and started crying, my brother’s name trembling from his lips, I understood.
Fate is how you live your life. If you are true to yourselves and to others. People rely too much on Fate. You want it go get it.
i don’t know what to write
it rests in every ones hands
you think you can control
but you can’t
it changes every second of everyday
And mine changed the day i saw him
I heard his laugh hanging in the air as i walked into the room
The air seemed to crack with electricity
fate. god-damn fate. who said fate decreed everythng anyway? fate can kiss my arse.
i have to think of gangsterrappers..
Scowl on, ye fates! until the firmament outblackens Erebus, and the full-cavernd earth crumbles into itself.
is stupid.. really.. i mean what are choices for if you believe that “fate” still dictates what happens?
but then again..i could look at it in a different way..like how fate give you the paths you can choose from, but you decide if you go or not..
What is my fate. So hard to tell if the gods are workiing for me or against me. Count your lucky stars . Fate -Karma- what goes around comes around
Fate. Purple was never the colour for it. There
ARE no colours for fate. Some say it’s bleak, others say bountiful. How do you see it?
fate, the three, do you think we were fated to meet? i, tipsy and a little rambling, hold your hands in mine as you kneel before a drowsy me, and tell you that i should find the person who convinced me to audition on that day and thank them more than anyone else. you ask me why. i say because it is thanks to them that i met you.
you bend down, a smile i have never before seen softening and brightening your face, and kiss my cheek, holding my hands tighter.
‘because i knew you, i have been changed for good’.
the more you ruv someone, the more you want to kill them.
i think that it was chance that made them switch me on those risers that day, and fate that it was then that i met you.
fate isn’t real.
sometimes i like to be romantic and pretend.
one minute and this was all i could write.
fate, i guess.
Fate stumbles into the room, drink in hand, with no where left to turn to. It damaged families and brought in marriages, it opened up windows and slammed doors. Fate was out of excuses of why and what and when. It was ready to face the next step in self-improvement, to allow fate to step aside and take a nap on this one. While self indulgence took over life.
So it turns out that it isn’t a good idea to piss off the Fates. Yeah, who would have figured right? I mean, I thought it would be hilarious to replace the tapestry of creation with the bubble wrap of cosmic irony, but apparently no one else was of my opinion. At least no one’s life was cut short any more. We all just went out with a pop.
i think that my fate is in the hands of God. i wouldn’t say that i’m fatalistic, i just don’t think that I’m in control. some people say that ‘fate’ brought them together but i don’t think it can be attributed to just ‘fate’. there has to be more out there.
the time is at an end, was it my choice or anothers? How can we say that the end result is always our own? Now as i staere over the precipice am I must choosing the path that perhaps was ordaned for me or the result of my actions?
Nobody believes in you, you antiquated bogey man! You think because you are gauded-up in your black and gold robes and that twisted mask we will boohoo ourselves into obedience? What school of ham acting did you attend, waving your arms and pointing like we are hypnotized and can’t see the bus you want us to step in front of?
it is very interesting that people tend to think about fate and things fate does or does not. i personally don’t think at all, and maybe because it is my fate. what about you? what’s the word again? fate?
Is this my fate?
what’s fate? i don’t even know…fate is calling my name…life…destiny…inevitable…aaahhh fate
THE END OF THE WORLD TIME AND EXISTANCE WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ALL OF US AND NONE OF US DIFFERENT FOR ALL SAME RESULTS IN THE END NO MATTER WHAT INAVOIDABLE IT’LL HAPPEN IT’LL BE THERE LIKE A STRANGER IN THE ALLEY WAITING TO MUG YOU.
is not real. Anyone who relies on fate itself doesn’t have control over their life.
is it set, our fate, is there a destiny, one way undeterred or is there free will a meandering path
destiny, intertwined with all those around us. the butterfly effect, the idea that one seemingly insignificant and unnoticed act can have a grand effect on the world that we may never see or realize. somehow, someway, the words i say today could affect your life tomorrow…and we’ll never even know it
fate is the summon of all beings what can we replace such a substance slow carrening pulse of nonchalance in the still beating womb of time can we rebel can we perceive will we reason to overcome this abominable
fate was the mans worst enemy>something he’d feared for eternity, as he knew it. Was it true that this girl was standing here, now running with an apple in her mouth. shes even dressed as big bird. i think it must be the one. fate. it’s whats for dinner.