the other day in math class we made these foldables, we put all the definitions of whatever were working on in this and all our notes to come back and study from. we had to fold paper but you can fold other th=ings with paper to make many interestring things like animal shapes
you can foldpiecesofpapermanytimesbutyouwill neverbeableto folditmorethen 8taimesbecasueitisimpossible. paper comesfrom trees and yourigtwith a pencil onthem
She folded the paper into a triangle. Inside was all she had ever known about the truth. The truth that had haunted her for the last five years. She lifted the lighter to the paper triangle an set it aflame, her secret leaving her in a pile of ash.
laundry. i hate to fold, and end up with piles of laundry. terry folds lost of stuff, very nice. had to fold when i was a nanny, plus my own, ugh. lots of people must hate to fold cause lots of people have lots of laundry in their houses.
also, you can fold paper. remember “cootie catchers” from elementary school? but i hate when my papers have folds in them that i didn’t intend, so annoying.
Fold.. I could fold to your demands. In fact that is what I seem to be doing with most my time and energy. Hey, do you want to go something absolutely pointless? Fold. Do you want to do something for me but I will never return the favor. Fold. I’m tired of folding…
I took the paper brain and folded it five million times, making an oragami idea made out of razor sharp wit. I used it to fashion a sword the size of a toothpick that could cut through the densest heart.
Folding her grandmother’s purple knit sweater into a knit pile, she placed it into a lined drawer. A locket, a comb, and a small woven purse went on top. So little left of so long a life. She pushed the drawer closed.
Opened like chestnuts beside the bowl of brothers trying to work it out. Beats floated in from the other room as the fire slowly crawled into the foyer of the stadium.
Fold. That has an entirely different meaning to me now. Before, I would think – fold, as in, the fold of a secret organization. Being welcomed into the fold.
Now that I work at Old Navy, I think, “Oh, God, I have to fold the men’s denim wall. Kill me now.”
As I quickly fold the napkin in the shape of a haphazard flower, I feel his eyes on me. I look up to see his judgmental gaze. He acts like I haven’t been doing this for years.
When I was little, my mother taught me to fold laundry. Now, years later, I am teaching my own daughter how to fold. The big difference that I can see is that she seems to like it. I always wanted to get the folding over as soon as possible, and she enjoys the organizing feel of folding. Over the years, my ability to fold has degenerated into merely getting the clothes to fit in the drawer. Neatness not really required. With six kids who access their own clothes, neatly folded clothes don’t stay that way for long. In any case, I know how to fold, but don’t need to exercise my knowledge often…now I have a little helper who will gladly take over that job very soon. The joys of motherhood!
i never fold when problems confront me. I would rather fold my sheets in the mornings. I have nothing to unfold now. He always comes at you double fold.
he folded her hair gently, and then let it fall in a cascade of curls and shifting layers. it fascinated him endlessly, for his hair had always been cropped short to his skull. “having long hair must be the greatest luxery,” he thought…
she folds the paper and walks outside. she screams as loud as she can. shes in the centre of town but she doesnt care. it’s over. shes done it. shes free. its over.
the fold in her dress was nearly opaque against the pallor of her skin that shone in the moonlight as we danced mercilessly hoping to hold eachother until the sun rose once more.
As I fold a peace of paper. Fold mountains. Paper airplanes. Secrets unfolding. i wish I could fold this website into two. or three. to stop the green goo from flowing right. OMG it became orange. and then red. i like flash.
I fold the paper in half, hamburger wise. Then again, hamburger wise. You should have even sections. Open up the page. In each section you are going to draw a person. Make sure they fill the section. One person per secion.
Folding. Folding clothes. It’s calming in a way, but after the first few hundred times, it starts to get old. And the sound of the folding–the cloth scraping against your skin–starts to drive you crazy. All the folds seem like sinister smiles mocking you, speaking to you in crazy, fucked up voices. Cackles seem to come from every crease, and you’re just that much closer to snapping.
fold into yourself like a bird in the sea with its wings high above the clouds. why do you ask is this bird in the sea folding its wings like that? well you see said the sea with a magical S on the bend where that fold was.
fold the sheets the papers the leaves the hidden messages into an abstract of the moon and wing translating unknown languages
beyond walls and gates; unlock the door
fold, a nickname for money. Bill fold. Show me your fold.
Also, to fail. “I fold” say card players, throwing in their hands.
It’s not a happy word for money; it’s business-like. Street business. Grey.
The wrinkle in her shirt was quite annoying, especially since it would not come out. She was tired of trying to fix it and so she tore off her top and threw it on the floor… right next to a fold in the wall.
the other day in math class we made these foldables, we put all the definitions of whatever were working on in this and all our notes to come back and study from. we had to fold paper but you can fold other th=ings with paper to make many interestring things like animal shapes
paper that can be divid in to half with skill and amaze ment which is really amazing and quite aoud shocking . ani’t that amazing
paper
blankets
sheets
books
magazines
people
cars
paper bananas hullabaloo kiwi baseball nose hair vconman
paper
you can foldpiecesofpapermanytimesbutyouwill neverbeableto folditmorethen 8taimesbecasueitisimpossible. paper comesfrom trees and yourigtwith a pencil onthem
paper folds in half and you like it you fold cards on a deck playing poker
paper
ham
cheese
cardboard
sheets
blankets
She folded the paper into a triangle. Inside was all she had ever known about the truth. The truth that had haunted her for the last five years. She lifted the lighter to the paper triangle an set it aflame, her secret leaving her in a pile of ash.
laundry. i hate to fold, and end up with piles of laundry. terry folds lost of stuff, very nice. had to fold when i was a nanny, plus my own, ugh. lots of people must hate to fold cause lots of people have lots of laundry in their houses.
also, you can fold paper. remember “cootie catchers” from elementary school? but i hate when my papers have folds in them that i didn’t intend, so annoying.
the mother’s car was folded over the other car when they both crashed into a big truck
Fold.. I could fold to your demands. In fact that is what I seem to be doing with most my time and energy. Hey, do you want to go something absolutely pointless? Fold. Do you want to do something for me but I will never return the favor. Fold. I’m tired of folding…
I took the paper brain and folded it five million times, making an oragami idea made out of razor sharp wit. I used it to fashion a sword the size of a toothpick that could cut through the densest heart.
paper snowflakes brochures great paper design and crop marks
My brother is in table setting for 4-H and if he dosnt fold the napkins perfectly he gets a white… >_> which sucks..
Folding her grandmother’s purple knit sweater into a knit pile, she placed it into a lined drawer. A locket, a comb, and a small woven purse went on top. So little left of so long a life. She pushed the drawer closed.
he folded the wings of his paper airplane with extreme care.
Opened like chestnuts beside the bowl of brothers trying to work it out. Beats floated in from the other room as the fire slowly crawled into the foyer of the stadium.
we fold paper. paper folding art is callled origami.
by folding batter the cake gets more softer. paper cant be folded more than 10 times.
flap
My mother made me fold her clothes, I hated it.
Fold. That has an entirely different meaning to me now. Before, I would think – fold, as in, the fold of a secret organization. Being welcomed into the fold.
Now that I work at Old Navy, I think, “Oh, God, I have to fold the men’s denim wall. Kill me now.”
As I quickly fold the napkin in the shape of a haphazard flower, I feel his eyes on me. I look up to see his judgmental gaze. He acts like I haven’t been doing this for years.
When I was little, my mother taught me to fold laundry. Now, years later, I am teaching my own daughter how to fold. The big difference that I can see is that she seems to like it. I always wanted to get the folding over as soon as possible, and she enjoys the organizing feel of folding. Over the years, my ability to fold has degenerated into merely getting the clothes to fit in the drawer. Neatness not really required. With six kids who access their own clothes, neatly folded clothes don’t stay that way for long. In any case, I know how to fold, but don’t need to exercise my knowledge often…now I have a little helper who will gladly take over that job very soon. The joys of motherhood!
i never fold when problems confront me. I would rather fold my sheets in the mornings. I have nothing to unfold now. He always comes at you double fold.
the paper, with as many wrinkles as grandpa’s forehead, is a bird. it soars out the window, to heaven knows where.
Origami is the art of the fold. Many tiny folds. Fold and crease, turn the colorful paper. Fold peace into your actions.
he folded her hair gently, and then let it fall in a cascade of curls and shifting layers. it fascinated him endlessly, for his hair had always been cropped short to his skull. “having long hair must be the greatest luxery,” he thought…
she folds the paper and walks outside. she screams as loud as she can. shes in the centre of town but she doesnt care. it’s over. shes done it. shes free. its over.
the fold in her dress was nearly opaque against the pallor of her skin that shone in the moonlight as we danced mercilessly hoping to hold eachother until the sun rose once more.
As I fold a peace of paper. Fold mountains. Paper airplanes. Secrets unfolding. i wish I could fold this website into two. or three. to stop the green goo from flowing right. OMG it became orange. and then red. i like flash.
notes, paper, school, origami, art, paper airplane.
notes, paper, school, origami, art, paper airplane.
I fold the paper in half, hamburger wise. Then again, hamburger wise. You should have even sections. Open up the page. In each section you are going to draw a person. Make sure they fill the section. One person per secion.
Folding. Folding clothes. It’s calming in a way, but after the first few hundred times, it starts to get old. And the sound of the folding–the cloth scraping against your skin–starts to drive you crazy. All the folds seem like sinister smiles mocking you, speaking to you in crazy, fucked up voices. Cackles seem to come from every crease, and you’re just that much closer to snapping.
fold into yourself like a bird in the sea with its wings high above the clouds. why do you ask is this bird in the sea folding its wings like that? well you see said the sea with a magical S on the bend where that fold was.
fold the sheets the papers the leaves the hidden messages into an abstract of the moon and wing translating unknown languages
beyond walls and gates; unlock the door
fold, a nickname for money. Bill fold. Show me your fold.
Also, to fail. “I fold” say card players, throwing in their hands.
It’s not a happy word for money; it’s business-like. Street business. Grey.
Fold sheets, fold clothes.
Dont ever Fold! Stick to what you believe.
Fold in cards? Nah don’t do that either. Unless your hand is really awful.
I fold Crisp packets into triangles.
The wrinkle in her shirt was quite annoying, especially since it would not come out. She was tired of trying to fix it and so she tore off her top and threw it on the floor… right next to a fold in the wall.