The realisation that this site is rubbish has grown on me over the last few days. The incessant stream of pointless words like ‘buildings’ and ‘grown’ and their inherent inability to conjure up anything remotely interesting has left me feeling let down.
everyone is growing whether they are like it or not. only thing is how is he/she growing. towards the success or towards the failure. After all that’s also under his/her control. only thing matters is do what you love. they you will grow.
He’s grown, I observed, as he walked into the door. He’s grown far past myself; he almost seems like a giant now. An adult in stature, he doesn’t match his physical self well, preferring to act like a child, like he always does. It’s a shame he’s wasting his life, but that is the predicament of a grown child.
he should’ve grown up a long time ago. realized he has to work for what he wants, life won’t just hand it to him. but they just keep handing it to him. somehow living with this has helped me grow up a lot faster than i should have. maybe for the best, but possibly hardened me a little and made me a little bitter.
i’m all grown up now. well, maybe not yet. just like the rugrats, except i don’t have the chance to become young again. no matter how old i get, i guess i’ll never be fully grown. you can call me peter pan. the peter pan in college. take me to neverland, plea
I’ve really grown up a lot in the past six years. I’ve moved on while others are wasting away on couches. I’m doing shit with myself, and they’re doing the same shit that we would do back in the day. In seventh fucking grade.
Too young. Naive. Curious. Crazy.
It was exciting.
But it’s like that “me” isn’t me. When I talk about my former self, I feel a disconnection; it’s like I’m not even talking about me… it’s like I’m talking about a totally different person outside of myself… it’s NOT ME.
But I those are my stories. Revealing and personal. Sensual and willing. Scarring and shaping.
I feel like I’ve grown into the worst version of myself. Like I chose to do all of the things that came easiest to me, and without any resistance, I turned into a jackass. Maybe I can fix it someday. I’ll start right now.
the dress had once dragged on the ground, but she found it now barely brushed her ankles. it was the princess dress. when she wore it she was princess elphabera of the mooshie mountains.
my i have grown. and shrunk and been lost by the thought. am i not who i was because i’ve grown, or more who i am because i have. will i grow to be someone i love, or grow to be someone i dont know. either way i have grown.
Time passes and the world flies by. There are things in this world that will change and things in this world that won’t. None-the-less, time has shown me that there is nothing more we can do but grow and grow some more. Get stronger, stand a little taller, and be someone you never thought you could be. Prove that you’ve grown.
“I’m big! I’m tall! I’m all grown up” said Tommy, age four.
“Yes you are, ” said his mother. “Now while you’re hanging from the chandelier, could you grab that metal ceiling fan to slow it down so I can dust it?”
“The tree has grown lots this year,” she said thoughtfully. Then again, so had she. And who’s to say she had done less or more than the tree. She was here, and so was it.
I have grown since I was a child. Physically, mentally, maybe spiritually. I love growth. It makes the world turn. It makes people who they are. Remaining stagnant is the worst sin of all. Grow!
I’ve grown up; I can decide who is good for me and who is not. I’ve chosen both types so far, but I know not to get attched to the latter. What can I say; they’re still a fun group to hang out with even if they are potential backstabbers with sketchy backgrounds. Let me decide how to live my life; I’m smarter and more independent than you think.
I’ve grown to be a woman of potential and incredible strength-
This I am excessively aware of,
Yet I cannot help but care about the thoughts of others
Concerning EVERYTHING,
When I shouldn’t give a damn at all.
Maybe being grown means caring,
Even when you just don’t want to give a fuck.
I have grown in the last few years. I am no longer consumed by details but am able to look at the broader view. I think meditation has help and also exercise
I am thinking about religion, what it means to me and how I think about things from a religious veiwpoint. The conclusion I have reached is that God is the giver of life and the taker of life. its that simple.
i got this word last time. i havent grown since the last time i received this word. well maybe i have in that fact that i have learned how to comprehend such words and anomalies.
How far have I grown from that little girl, who used to leave in fear of each new day, and the horrors it would bring? How far away have we grown, that frightened girl and me? How much of her is still there?
I have grown so much this year, yet have regressed to the point where I no longer know who I am. I am more intelligent, yet more naive. Happier yet more cynical. I hate life yet no longer want to die. I am an oxymoron.
Tomatoes were grown outside of my window; reaching almost to the middle. Nothing pleased me more than than to see the red fruit I had grew through so much hard work.
I am grown. i am not grown i am growing. i have much to grow about. growth is important. i wish to be grown. i know that i will never be truly grown. my life is a growing experience and it is an experience that will never end until i die and even then i won’t be grown.
My how we’ve grown. Why, I remember when you were just a tiny little toadstool. And now, look at you! You’re a giant fungus, a titan of the forest. And yet, still a mushroom. Mm.
When I was little all I wanted, was to be grown up. Now that Im older, I reminisce and rejoice in the curiosity of children. If only they knew what a special gift they obtain.
The realisation that this site is rubbish has grown on me over the last few days. The incessant stream of pointless words like ‘buildings’ and ‘grown’ and their inherent inability to conjure up anything remotely interesting has left me feeling let down.
everyone is growing whether they are like it or not. only thing is how is he/she growing. towards the success or towards the failure. After all that’s also under his/her control. only thing matters is do what you love. they you will grow.
He’s grown, I observed, as he walked into the door. He’s grown far past myself; he almost seems like a giant now. An adult in stature, he doesn’t match his physical self well, preferring to act like a child, like he always does. It’s a shame he’s wasting his life, but that is the predicament of a grown child.
she could’ve grown to be a tall beautiful tree
swaying in the wind to the bird songs
but they cut her down before she could reach her potential
he should’ve grown up a long time ago. realized he has to work for what he wants, life won’t just hand it to him. but they just keep handing it to him. somehow living with this has helped me grow up a lot faster than i should have. maybe for the best, but possibly hardened me a little and made me a little bitter.
i am grown and wise and old and young and i have knowledge and experience i am god i am grown i am you you are me we are one we are grown
These days Andrew felt strongly that he had grown up. The teens on the streets referred to him as “Sir”…
But it was a good feeling.
My brother keeps growing. My best guy friend has grown to ‘6″5, while I am still a measly
i’m all grown up now. well, maybe not yet. just like the rugrats, except i don’t have the chance to become young again. no matter how old i get, i guess i’ll never be fully grown. you can call me peter pan. the peter pan in college. take me to neverland, plea
I’ve really grown up a lot in the past six years. I’ve moved on while others are wasting away on couches. I’m doing shit with myself, and they’re doing the same shit that we would do back in the day. In seventh fucking grade.
Too young. Naive. Curious. Crazy.
It was exciting.
But it’s like that “me” isn’t me. When I talk about my former self, I feel a disconnection; it’s like I’m not even talking about me… it’s like I’m talking about a totally different person outside of myself… it’s NOT ME.
But I those are my stories. Revealing and personal. Sensual and willing. Scarring and shaping.
I feel like I’ve grown into the worst version of myself. Like I chose to do all of the things that came easiest to me, and without any resistance, I turned into a jackass. Maybe I can fix it someday. I’ll start right now.
Was he fully grown yet? It was a hard question to answer. Physically, yes, he’d have to say he was. But the rest? Depended on who you asked.
the dress had once dragged on the ground, but she found it now barely brushed her ankles. it was the princess dress. when she wore it she was princess elphabera of the mooshie mountains.
mature…a since of being better then i use to be…
What is “grown?” I am grown, but still feel like a little kid. So what does that make me? Is growing good? Is it bad?
my i have grown. and shrunk and been lost by the thought. am i not who i was because i’ve grown, or more who i am because i have. will i grow to be someone i love, or grow to be someone i dont know. either way i have grown.
Time passes and the world flies by. There are things in this world that will change and things in this world that won’t. None-the-less, time has shown me that there is nothing more we can do but grow and grow some more. Get stronger, stand a little taller, and be someone you never thought you could be. Prove that you’ve grown.
I’m a grown woman now, doing whatever it takes to get my children and I to the next lesson. Grown means learned…always seek the lesson.
“I’m big! I’m tall! I’m all grown up” said Tommy, age four.
“Yes you are, ” said his mother. “Now while you’re hanging from the chandelier, could you grab that metal ceiling fan to slow it down so I can dust it?”
“The tree has grown lots this year,” she said thoughtfully. Then again, so had she. And who’s to say she had done less or more than the tree. She was here, and so was it.
I have grown since I was a child. Physically, mentally, maybe spiritually. I love growth. It makes the world turn. It makes people who they are. Remaining stagnant is the worst sin of all. Grow!
I’ve grown up; I can decide who is good for me and who is not. I’ve chosen both types so far, but I know not to get attched to the latter. What can I say; they’re still a fun group to hang out with even if they are potential backstabbers with sketchy backgrounds. Let me decide how to live my life; I’m smarter and more independent than you think.
I’ve grown to be a woman of potential and incredible strength-
This I am excessively aware of,
Yet I cannot help but care about the thoughts of others
Concerning EVERYTHING,
When I shouldn’t give a damn at all.
Maybe being grown means caring,
Even when you just don’t want to give a fuck.
I have grown in the last few years. I am no longer consumed by details but am able to look at the broader view. I think meditation has help and also exercise
I am thinking about religion, what it means to me and how I think about things from a religious veiwpoint. The conclusion I have reached is that God is the giver of life and the taker of life. its that simple.
I have grown immeasurably in the last 7 months. I have become a new me. I now have a job that I enjoy, that also pays well. I am loving life.
grown ups. I do not want to be a grown up. That is too much responsibility and work and no fun and no naps and no kid fun and no fun at all.
i got this word last time. i havent grown since the last time i received this word. well maybe i have in that fact that i have learned how to comprehend such words and anomalies.
How far have I grown from that little girl, who used to leave in fear of each new day, and the horrors it would bring? How far away have we grown, that frightened girl and me? How much of her is still there?
I am still small. As ants beneath the oaks. Mistakes keep me from becoming fully grown.
The boy has grown. Eating us out of house and home. His sneakers are busting out.
I have grown so much this year, yet have regressed to the point where I no longer know who I am. I am more intelligent, yet more naive. Happier yet more cynical. I hate life yet no longer want to die. I am an oxymoron.
Tomatoes were grown outside of my window; reaching almost to the middle. Nothing pleased me more than than to see the red fruit I had grew through so much hard work.
She was all grown up. I knew her when she was younger, but nothing ever amounted to my thoughts of her, as breasts did. She was beautiful.
I am grown. i am not grown i am growing. i have much to grow about. growth is important. i wish to be grown. i know that i will never be truly grown. my life is a growing experience and it is an experience that will never end until i die and even then i won’t be grown.
as a person i’ve grown over the years.
you’ve grown.
they’ve grown.
i’d like to think everyone’s grown,
but they haven’t.
not one bit.
My how we’ve grown. Why, I remember when you were just a tiny little toadstool. And now, look at you! You’re a giant fungus, a titan of the forest. And yet, still a mushroom. Mm.
The word grown seems so important these days. The grown man, the grown idea, the grown finance. But is youth all so bad?
When I was little all I wanted, was to be grown up. Now that Im older, I reminisce and rejoice in the curiosity of children. If only they knew what a special gift they obtain.
GROWN IS A WORD WHICH MANY BELIEVE TO BE IMPORTANT. THE GROWN MAN, THE GOWN IDEA. BUT IS YOUTH ALL THAT BAD?