Half is never enough.
Unless its a tumbling pass.(:
Half is what most people see of you.
No one barely sees your whole.
The 1st half of “half” is HA
Thats what everyone see’s when we dont let them see our whole.
People she the “ha” the laughs and the smiles.
If they only knew, if we only show them.
half of everything I’ve become is going to be two hours away. What am I going to do with only half of what I’ve been warming up to? How will I adapt to living without seeing his face everyday. Summer is almost over and then he is gone.
I asked for half her sandwich. She refused. Five minutes later, she threw an excess amount of the turkey on rye into the trash can. When I confronted her on it, she punched me in my face. That’s how I know she cares…
he is my other half. he eats half the cereal and drinks half the milk. he gets half as much attention from me as he does from any other girl. i am in love with my other half. i wish i could talk to him again. yellow hair, green eyes, i dream all day and then all night. he never loved me.
She was half-white, half Asian, and 100% not much of anything. She didn’t know where she belonged, but enjoyed the ability to move between worlds. She was a hyphen, hanging from the rope in between.
half a jar of peanut butter half an egg, half a hug half a kiss half a leg half a flying potato half a hell ladden with honey half a rotten jar of agua half a chair half a life half is never ok
Its the feeling you get after your divorce. You somehow feel like half of you fell away, the good and the bad of it. You have to piece yourself back and look for the whole.
I wish somethings cold be half and half..like that cute cartoon ‘catdog’, where the creature is both cat and dog or like my favourite flavours of sweets.
it was half an hour left, but i knew i was already early. johnson had told me earlier that the conference would be ending early, but the fact was i had no idea how to go about this style of operation. Being taken under his wing two years prior to this was hard for me as i had no experience in this kind of field. The news stands outside the venue were closed now and they read out the words i had read yesterday in the paper to johnson, “Bring us home Barrack”. Surely this new kid on the block would win out, the words “change” bombarding my eyes as i started to search out my partner through the crowd beginning to gather outside. a thick clump of sludge dripped from the shattered piping beside me as i waited for a light to flash only twice from behind the news stands. the balcony railing was deliciously polished, with a dark finish and i almost swear the flashing of cameras below would distort my view but my eyes remained sharp as a blade and ready, the show was about to begin
half of a beer was sitting on the table. It sat in all of its glory. the nice, frothy foam sitting lovely on top of the rich dark liquid. I gazed at its beauty and couldn’t decide whether I wanted to bathe in it, or drink in all of its splendor.
It was like I was sawn in two. Like I was missing a whole other side of me that had been torn away but try as I might I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have that other half. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be whole.
It was life I was sawn in two. Like I missing a whole other side of me that had been torn away but try as I might I couldn’t remember what it felt like to half that other half. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be whole.
Some people see the glass as half full. I see it half full of whiskey. I believe this is better because I’m optimistic, and I can get drunk. When I get whiskey drunk, I become belligerent and tend to rape and pillage. This makes me happy because it makes me feel like a man. In other news, women are half as good at everything compared to men.
The sippy cup as half full… half and half… 50%. I feel like every promise I make is half empty… or half full… HAH half full promises. Asshole optimist.
Sometimes I feel like I’m half a person. Like I”m missing some vital components. Incomplete. Unkepmt. But is half a bad thing? Is it wrong to be incomplete? Why>
half of the people in the world dont even know what theyre talking about. in fact im sure that i could be considered amoung one of those people. even know as i type this i have no idea what this has to do with the word half. half and half comes from cows, i guess thats good enough.
give half, because i doubt that i can handle all that you dish out to me on any common day of the week. you are the half to my whole and I am nothing without you.
Half of me was still engulfed in the fact that he liked me, and the other half was wondering: why didn’t he say so before? It would have saved a lot of tears and angst on both of our parts.
half of a heart, half of a relationship, one half makes a whole. thats the power of love, not being able to survive without your other half. you cant back a pie with half the amount of flour, or make a margarita with half the amount of tequila. there is a system of balance in the world, and part of that is the balance of people and their necessity and capacity to love. feeling incomplete never becomes truer when you experience being a whole
Half the cup was full, half the cup was empty, which is the best? I don’t have a freaking clue and I really don’t care to know, all I know is that my ring is in the glass and I would REALLY like to get it back without everyoe noticing what I was doing. “Emily?”
half way there
only a little bit more
before I have the right words
to give you a proper bore
because I know not what to say anymore
just have thoughts a drift
and I know what I need
is your arms
for a lift.
Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring and half of my heart is part of this man who’s never truly loved anything. I love this song and that particular line fits me too well.
Whole, Wednesdays, June, August, Christmas. Lonely, but does there need to be another person to make a whole, or are we whole without another, for we were born whole, not half.
Half is never enough.
Unless its a tumbling pass.(:
Half is what most people see of you.
No one barely sees your whole.
The 1st half of “half” is HA
Thats what everyone see’s when we dont let them see our whole.
People she the “ha” the laughs and the smiles.
If they only knew, if we only show them.
half of everything I’ve become is going to be two hours away. What am I going to do with only half of what I’ve been warming up to? How will I adapt to living without seeing his face everyday. Summer is almost over and then he is gone.
I asked for half her sandwich. She refused. Five minutes later, she threw an excess amount of the turkey on rye into the trash can. When I confronted her on it, she punched me in my face. That’s how I know she cares…
he is my other half. he eats half the cereal and drinks half the milk. he gets half as much attention from me as he does from any other girl. i am in love with my other half. i wish i could talk to him again. yellow hair, green eyes, i dream all day and then all night. he never loved me.
She was half-white, half Asian, and 100% not much of anything. She didn’t know where she belonged, but enjoyed the ability to move between worlds. She was a hyphen, hanging from the rope in between.
half a jar of peanut butter half an egg, half a hug half a kiss half a leg half a flying potato half a hell ladden with honey half a rotten jar of agua half a chair half a life half is never ok
Its the feeling you get after your divorce. You somehow feel like half of you fell away, the good and the bad of it. You have to piece yourself back and look for the whole.
Half is never complete, but you’re well on your way. You’ve already come this far, keep going.
When you think of something being only half you think of it as not being whole. Is it half full? Or half empty?
I only had a half a day to write about absolutely nothing. My mind wandered into space and time. I now had only 3 seconds.
I wish somethings cold be half and half..like that cute cartoon ‘catdog’, where the creature is both cat and dog or like my favourite flavours of sweets.
it was half an hour left, but i knew i was already early. johnson had told me earlier that the conference would be ending early, but the fact was i had no idea how to go about this style of operation. Being taken under his wing two years prior to this was hard for me as i had no experience in this kind of field. The news stands outside the venue were closed now and they read out the words i had read yesterday in the paper to johnson, “Bring us home Barrack”. Surely this new kid on the block would win out, the words “change” bombarding my eyes as i started to search out my partner through the crowd beginning to gather outside. a thick clump of sludge dripped from the shattered piping beside me as i waited for a light to flash only twice from behind the news stands. the balcony railing was deliciously polished, with a dark finish and i almost swear the flashing of cameras below would distort my view but my eyes remained sharp as a blade and ready, the show was about to begin
half of a beer was sitting on the table. It sat in all of its glory. the nice, frothy foam sitting lovely on top of the rich dark liquid. I gazed at its beauty and couldn’t decide whether I wanted to bathe in it, or drink in all of its splendor.
why not all. what a waste that is. i sure do wish that i could have more. and why shouldn’t i? who the hell makes that decision?
Some times half is just right, it is enough. Think small. Do we really need the whole thing for ourselves? Can we get along with less and be happy?
It was like I was sawn in two. Like I was missing a whole other side of me that had been torn away but try as I might I couldn’t remember what it felt like to have that other half. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be whole.
It was life I was sawn in two. Like I missing a whole other side of me that had been torn away but try as I might I couldn’t remember what it felt like to half that other half. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be whole.
Some people see the glass as half full. I see it half full of whiskey. I believe this is better because I’m optimistic, and I can get drunk. When I get whiskey drunk, I become belligerent and tend to rape and pillage. This makes me happy because it makes me feel like a man. In other news, women are half as good at everything compared to men.
The sippy cup as half full… half and half… 50%. I feel like every promise I make is half empty… or half full… HAH half full promises. Asshole optimist.
Sometimes I feel like I’m half a person. Like I”m missing some vital components. Incomplete. Unkepmt. But is half a bad thing? Is it wrong to be incomplete? Why>
half of the people in the world dont even know what theyre talking about. in fact im sure that i could be considered amoung one of those people. even know as i type this i have no idea what this has to do with the word half. half and half comes from cows, i guess thats good enough.
give half, because i doubt that i can handle all that you dish out to me on any common day of the week. you are the half to my whole and I am nothing without you.
Half of me was still engulfed in the fact that he liked me, and the other half was wondering: why didn’t he say so before? It would have saved a lot of tears and angst on both of our parts.
never accept half of anything, only the whole. Life is a journey, a short one, so live to the fullest.
half of a heart, half of a relationship, one half makes a whole. thats the power of love, not being able to survive without your other half. you cant back a pie with half the amount of flour, or make a margarita with half the amount of tequila. there is a system of balance in the world, and part of that is the balance of people and their necessity and capacity to love. feeling incomplete never becomes truer when you experience being a whole
Half a sister, half a mother, half a friend, half a portion. With every half comes a whole, and each whole determines a certain meaning to life.
I only had one half of my heart. But apparently, he lost the other. Was I supposed to hurt this much?
half japanese, half caucasian
this is my identity
Half the cup was full, half the cup was empty, which is the best? I don’t have a freaking clue and I really don’t care to know, all I know is that my ring is in the glass and I would REALLY like to get it back without everyoe noticing what I was doing. “Emily?”
half way there
only a little bit more
before I have the right words
to give you a proper bore
because I know not what to say anymore
just have thoughts a drift
and I know what I need
is your arms
for a lift.
Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring and half of my heart is part of this man who’s never truly loved anything. I love this song and that particular line fits me too well.
For the past two and a HALF months I’ve been thinking, wondering, contemplating…
Is it half empty or half full?
Which half is which?
two quarters. not complete. glass of water. partial. not all.
half of his face was gone. She looked at him, and with a sad tearful glance, she asked him “do you love me?” “yes”, he said.
you should always think of the glass as half full. Its better to be positive than negative. Positivity is the way forward.
i watched him as he walked. his hand tracing the outside of hers. i knew something was walking away, i just didn’t know my soul was cut in half.
Whole, Wednesdays, June, August, Christmas. Lonely, but does there need to be another person to make a whole, or are we whole without another, for we were born whole, not half.
half of my life I spent in levittown and the other half in lancaster. I think that plays a large role in the man I am today.
Half the time I’m sitting around doing nothing. Anything I do is half spent thinking to myself, changing nothing about my life and surroundings.
As if. I would love to have had half instead a ninth of everything. But I had what I needed so maybe half is too big, bigger even than a whole.