half.. only part of a whole. what is half really? good? bad? it’s not empty.. yet it cannot be full. it’s a tease. knowing that you have the potential to be full, yet are only able to reach partways.
ever had no more no less than half just half is all there ever was and half a pint of milk half a pint a half pint girl there was half a pint of blood on that floor and half a pint of brains on the wall the day I came home at half past three to find him there half dead on the floor.
Fenwick sat down to eat his apple streudel, unaware of the homeless man approaching the park bench. He noticed the smell first as the man sat down next to him, but he looked hungry. Fenwick really wanted to keep the streudel for himself as his girlfriend had baked it especially for him, but the guilt bothered him. He pulled out a large knife and cut the homeless man in half.
half of my heart. john mayer song. good one too. half means you are missing a whole section of something. what amazing things could you do if that half was a whole? what could you do with that piece?
The glass is half empty; the glass is half full. Pessimism vs. optimism: the ultimate war. Which side are you on? Which side am I on? That I must NEVER reveal.
half can be the best or the worst if you are half way done with something you only have half left to accomplish once you are past this point everything is easier, of course only having half a drink is a terrible thing but then again you either think of the glass always half full or half empty.
The man was but half a man. He no longer care if he lived or died, only to get to his long ago decided destination. He had started walking across this desert three years ago and would stop only when on the other side. There he would find the missing key to his soul and die in peace.
Holding my notebook that I was supposed to be writing in every day this year. I wanted to fill every single portion of white space by the end of the year. Anything, a drawing, a sketch, a poem, some fiction, some notes, some nonsense, even…Instead, I’m not even half way there…Lame.
It took half an hour to get home that day. I was bored out of my mind on the drive, even though it was extremely short compared to how long I had traveled before. I missed my home, and I hoped the man I loved missed me, as well, although it was unlikely.
I don’t love him at all. Half of the time, I can’t even stand to look at his face.
I know, I’m a terrible person. Unfortunately, I am his world. If I left, he would have nothing. I’d rather hate him half the time, than feel wholly responsible for his self-destruction.
I miss my other half right now. She’s at a wedding. I was suppose to go with, but I have Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and a new job and I’m going back to school. So, I’m here trying to balance it all.
You cant leave me love, no matter how many times you try, you’ll always find you way back and do you know why that is? It’s because i have half of your heart and without a whole heart, you’ll die. You can find the love of your life and love him more then tristan loved isole but eventually you’ll have to break his heart and return to me and the lonely piece of your heart that i hold.
I feel half empty; to me, everything is half empty. The glass, the container, my spirit. A year of unhappiness and halves turned into quarters, sixths…splitting like amoebas and cells. Dividing cruelly.
half of me wants to be with you and the other half doesn’t want anything to do with you. Half of me wants a completely new life without you and the other half wants to grow old with you. Being half sure isnt fun. Its hard. It’s all hard.
There are many things that could be devided by a half… one of them is an apple. You can share a half of an apple with your friend and make him/her smile =)
And then we saw half the sun adn thought, “Well what’s happened here?” Of course thi was before the time that solar eclipses were understood to be naturally occuring phenomena. But still I was scared by the immediate lack of sunlight and a sun that looked as if it was being eaten.
i wish i was half my weight, more than half of this univers\e probably does too. this is so weird but i feel like half of me already knows this is right. half is such a weird word, HALF. like um okay divide by two and you get half.
when we’re together, we are one;
we can finish each other’s sentences.
we know what the other is thinking.
when we’re in a room together, the love between us is palpable.
Half of my body is asleep, after another restless night. Half of my brain isn’t functioning, because insomnia has gripped me again. Half of me wants to say forget it, and take any sleeping pills I can find just to get a good night’s sleep.
Half can either be a good thing or a bad thing. If it is half of something I don’t want at least it’s not all of it. But if it was half of something I did want I wish i had the whole thing.
half is less than a whole but more than a third. It is said that when two people are taken apart through emotional discourse, they become less than whole. This is perhaps due to the fact that once you lose ther person you are me
I once ate half a bannana. Why? Because my friend said that the lectons in bannans were good at preventing HIV AIDS. Better than any drug on the mrket. Which is good, because that night I had sex with a stranger for the first time!
Half and half. Yum, always good in coffee. Is your glass half full or half empty. You are halfway through, or halfway there. Half days of school were the best.
It makes me feel empty, incomplete, as if there was something missing. It’s clearly not full. It makes me want something more. it makes me yearn for another word, something more complete; something more important
half & half.
It reminds me of coffee. After 25 years of not being able to stand the taste of that stuff I drink it. It’s bitter but warm. I feel accomplished.
It was half time. I hadn’t made a single shot yet! Here I was, trying to prove myself to the world that I was some big shot, that I could to it. But, really, who was I kidding? I wasn’t meant for sports at all and that was the sad truth.
I once ate half a babnna. Why? Because I was going clubbing, that’s why. And according to my friend, shes my very best friend, the lectrins in bannanas reduce your chance of getting HIV AIDS. Which is great, because I was going to have sex with a stranger for the first time that night!
Half a dozen eggs is half a dozen too many for me. I don’t eat eggs. I find them difficult to make and even more difficult to keep. Also, getting things ready to make eggs to time consuming. I had a dream last night that I was writing a sketch about eggs. It was this woman from Brooklyn. She told her daughter that they didn’t eat eggs in her house because they were vegetarians. Even the cat couldn’t drink cow’s milk.
I am a twin. My twin sister has already married. My half
Half ‘n half creamer, swirling like a maze in my Waffle House coffee – my dad ordered.
half.. only part of a whole. what is half really? good? bad? it’s not empty.. yet it cannot be full. it’s a tease. knowing that you have the potential to be full, yet are only able to reach partways.
ever had no more no less than half just half is all there ever was and half a pint of milk half a pint a half pint girl there was half a pint of blood on that floor and half a pint of brains on the wall the day I came home at half past three to find him there half dead on the floor.
Fenwick sat down to eat his apple streudel, unaware of the homeless man approaching the park bench. He noticed the smell first as the man sat down next to him, but he looked hungry. Fenwick really wanted to keep the streudel for himself as his girlfriend had baked it especially for him, but the guilt bothered him. He pulled out a large knife and cut the homeless man in half.
Half the time I act as I’m not myself… Should it be lack of confidence? Should it be any desire of wanting some other life? Anyway, it must change…
half of my heart. john mayer song. good one too. half means you are missing a whole section of something. what amazing things could you do if that half was a whole? what could you do with that piece?
even-steven
hafe a dozen years and people dont change . they never will it is because they are human.
The glass is half empty; the glass is half full. Pessimism vs. optimism: the ultimate war. Which side are you on? Which side am I on? That I must NEVER reveal.
half can be the best or the worst if you are half way done with something you only have half left to accomplish once you are past this point everything is easier, of course only having half a drink is a terrible thing but then again you either think of the glass always half full or half empty.
The man was but half a man. He no longer care if he lived or died, only to get to his long ago decided destination. He had started walking across this desert three years ago and would stop only when on the other side. There he would find the missing key to his soul and die in peace.
Holding my notebook that I was supposed to be writing in every day this year. I wanted to fill every single portion of white space by the end of the year. Anything, a drawing, a sketch, a poem, some fiction, some notes, some nonsense, even…Instead, I’m not even half way there…Lame.
It took half an hour to get home that day. I was bored out of my mind on the drive, even though it was extremely short compared to how long I had traveled before. I missed my home, and I hoped the man I loved missed me, as well, although it was unlikely.
Half. Half full, half empty. Optimism, pessimism, joy, sorrow. anger, hate, contentment, love, half and half.
The half of my heart that he tore with his bare hands trembled as he crushed the meat.
I don’t love him at all. Half of the time, I can’t even stand to look at his face.
I know, I’m a terrible person. Unfortunately, I am his world. If I left, he would have nothing. I’d rather hate him half the time, than feel wholly responsible for his self-destruction.
I miss my other half right now. She’s at a wedding. I was suppose to go with, but I have Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and a new job and I’m going back to school. So, I’m here trying to balance it all.
You cant leave me love, no matter how many times you try, you’ll always find you way back and do you know why that is? It’s because i have half of your heart and without a whole heart, you’ll die. You can find the love of your life and love him more then tristan loved isole but eventually you’ll have to break his heart and return to me and the lonely piece of your heart that i hold.
Whole hearted and half minded
Fell in love and almost didn’t recognize it
I feel half empty; to me, everything is half empty. The glass, the container, my spirit. A year of unhappiness and halves turned into quarters, sixths…splitting like amoebas and cells. Dividing cruelly.
half of me wants to be with you and the other half doesn’t want anything to do with you. Half of me wants a completely new life without you and the other half wants to grow old with you. Being half sure isnt fun. Its hard. It’s all hard.
There are many things that could be devided by a half… one of them is an apple. You can share a half of an apple with your friend and make him/her smile =)
And then we saw half the sun adn thought, “Well what’s happened here?” Of course thi was before the time that solar eclipses were understood to be naturally occuring phenomena. But still I was scared by the immediate lack of sunlight and a sun that looked as if it was being eaten.
i wish i was half my weight, more than half of this univers\e probably does too. this is so weird but i feel like half of me already knows this is right. half is such a weird word, HALF. like um okay divide by two and you get half.
when we’re together, we are one;
we can finish each other’s sentences.
we know what the other is thinking.
when we’re in a room together, the love between us is palpable.
but when he’s gone,
i’m just half.
Half of my body is asleep, after another restless night. Half of my brain isn’t functioning, because insomnia has gripped me again. Half of me wants to say forget it, and take any sleeping pills I can find just to get a good night’s sleep.
Half can either be a good thing or a bad thing. If it is half of something I don’t want at least it’s not all of it. But if it was half of something I did want I wish i had the whole thing.
My other half sits next to me in life. I wouldn’t have it any other way. :)
half is less than a whole but more than a third. It is said that when two people are taken apart through emotional discourse, they become less than whole. This is perhaps due to the fact that once you lose ther person you are me
it felt like a train was rushing by with an important message on the side, and i was only picking up every third word.
I once ate half a bannana. Why? Because my friend said that the lectons in bannans were good at preventing HIV AIDS. Better than any drug on the mrket. Which is good, because that night I had sex with a stranger for the first time!
Half and half. Yum, always good in coffee. Is your glass half full or half empty. You are halfway through, or halfway there. Half days of school were the best.
It makes me feel empty, incomplete, as if there was something missing. It’s clearly not full. It makes me want something more. it makes me yearn for another word, something more complete; something more important
half of the population is above average and the rest is not
sure is t
half & half.
It reminds me of coffee. After 25 years of not being able to stand the taste of that stuff I drink it. It’s bitter but warm. I feel accomplished.
I suddenly had the urge to go out and buy a hermit crab. I would name him Pierre. I would then buy another crab and call it his half brother Louis.
It was half time. I hadn’t made a single shot yet! Here I was, trying to prove myself to the world that I was some big shot, that I could to it. But, really, who was I kidding? I wasn’t meant for sports at all and that was the sad truth.
I once ate half a babnna. Why? Because I was going clubbing, that’s why. And according to my friend, shes my very best friend, the lectrins in bannanas reduce your chance of getting HIV AIDS. Which is great, because I was going to have sex with a stranger for the first time that night!
Half a dozen eggs is half a dozen too many for me. I don’t eat eggs. I find them difficult to make and even more difficult to keep. Also, getting things ready to make eggs to time consuming. I had a dream last night that I was writing a sketch about eggs. It was this woman from Brooklyn. She told her daughter that they didn’t eat eggs in her house because they were vegetarians. Even the cat couldn’t drink cow’s milk.