I hate splitting things in half. Nobody ever wants only half of anything, plus the portions are never totally equal. But I do think that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they split things in half. Do they give their splitting partner the other half, or take it for themselves? Do they finger it gently of tear it apart?
Half, Half of anythings could be better than nothing, but not when it comes to love, half of the love from someone is not what you need nor deserve, always go for whole… maybe i should just stop caring about love at all…
Wenn du nicht für mich schlägst, die Trommel meiner Nächte, wenn du sie nicht zählst, die Schläge meines Blutes gegen die Venenwände, wenn du dich nicht traust, mich zu küssen – wer soll es dann tun? Soll ich auf den nächsten vollen Mond warten?
I don’t like that it’s half an hour past three. It reminds me that i should be in bed, and also that sometimes I damage myself without realizing it. What a horrible thing it is. I wish that I took better care of myself.
So what’s the deal with half of my friends being writers? I love them. They are creative and full of thoughts. Thoughts about everything, thoughts that make me think, thoughts that make me laugh.
Half of what? The first thing that came to mind was milk for some reason. Half and half? I don’t even drink coffee. Half is never as good as whole, though. Except for whole milk because that makes you fat.
Some people say that the glass is half empty, well I say it’s half full, But I emptied half of that glass’ contents because I was parched. I had been hiking up to the high rocks for so long and we had decided to take the challenging route. I love the outdoors, especially when I can share it with others that are close to me. like walking trails with a pretty girl, or going for a stroll and picking flowers with my mother. that’s always nice and I’m sure when I’m older I will look back on these times and smile. At least I hope so.
I’ve spent half my adult life looking for the right person to spend my days with. I think I maybe found him but even now I’m not sure. Can I spend half a life time, what’s left, with this guy? Who knows, certainly not I.
Half and half. I’ve never known exactly what that means. All I know is I heard it first when Seamus Finnigan said that he was half and half in Harry Potter. I guess it’s that simple: one is half of something, and half of another. Sometimes I realize I just like to complicate things for myself for no apparent reason. They say this gets worse as you get older. I should take an exercise in simplification one of these days.
some people the glass as half empty. and some see it as half full. what does it matter?
we’re all going to die. half and half. like milk. or cream. whatever it is. ya. half. my other half.
I only took half. It shouldn’t have made me grow twenty feet tall! Oh well, at least now I can reach the key on the table.
Where did that white rabbit run off to?
Half a gallon of milk sits in the fridge. It’s nearly expired and Mindy is sad about that. She wants to have good healthy milk to make dinner when Edgar comes to visit, but she’s afraid he’s going to have to suffer without milk at all. Sighing, she grabs the Milk and heads to the counter.
We all have another half. Something to make you feel whole once more. Whether it be a friend or a lover, we spend a good deal looking for the other half.
I’m living life with only a half of myself aware of the world around me. I am losing focus of the parts of me that I want to see the light of day. My attempts at functioning in the world are half-hearted at best. I wish I could change it all.
It’s like watching a train derail. Half off the track, the other half moving on without it’s tail end. A tragedy unfolds. When you only move on by a half, you lost your entire sense of self.
It was always only half empty to her. That was the way she’d always seen it, ever since she was a little girl, that was her entire life summed up. Half. Empty.
Is the cup half full or half empty? That’s the question we always ponder, but why ask when we should just live without worry. Let’s just forget about the cup, drink what’s left of it and move on.
half a life half nothing i dont know who i am or what i am or what i hold in myself, but all i know is that its half. the glass, the jar, my life, her life, his life, the sun, the stars, the moon, everything. half gone since he left us, half there. my life is only half lived with him gone, living the rest of it on heaven without me, leaving me
THIS THING KEEPS GIVING ME ‘HALF’ I CANT STAND IT!!
please let me do something different.
ive been running on schedule for too long i need something different.
half is stupid.
if you keep saying half over and over again it starts to sound strange in your mouth.
The other day I only ate half a cookie because I was afraid of the calories from the rest. Some days I hate my body so much that I cant even look in a mirror. Eating less makes me feel better I guess. Even though I know it won’t help.
half is only part of a hole. the only way to fill a hole is to put half of the whole into the hole and then divide by half. this will give you a whole of a half in a hole.
What makes up the majority of people. Not much seems to be a whole, not much seems to be put together completely. Most of us are running off of this ‘half’ of our beings, and usually it isn’t even the better half.
Half of what? Is the glass half full or half empty? Well that depends on if you just filled it up halfway or just emptied half of it out. Like, what came first, the chicken or the egg? Back to that age old mystery. Indeed.
I hate splitting things in half. Nobody ever wants only half of anything, plus the portions are never totally equal. But I do think that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they split things in half. Do they give their splitting partner the other half, or take it for themselves? Do they finger it gently of tear it apart?
Half, Half of anythings could be better than nothing, but not when it comes to love, half of the love from someone is not what you need nor deserve, always go for whole… maybe i should just stop caring about love at all…
i’m half of what i was without you.
Wenn du nicht für mich schlägst, die Trommel meiner Nächte, wenn du sie nicht zählst, die Schläge meines Blutes gegen die Venenwände, wenn du dich nicht traust, mich zu küssen – wer soll es dann tun? Soll ich auf den nächsten vollen Mond warten?
I don’t like that it’s half an hour past three. It reminds me that i should be in bed, and also that sometimes I damage myself without realizing it. What a horrible thing it is. I wish that I took better care of myself.
So what’s the deal with half of my friends being writers? I love them. They are creative and full of thoughts. Thoughts about everything, thoughts that make me think, thoughts that make me laugh.
Half of what? The first thing that came to mind was milk for some reason. Half and half? I don’t even drink coffee. Half is never as good as whole, though. Except for whole milk because that makes you fat.
Some people say that the glass is half empty, well I say it’s half full, But I emptied half of that glass’ contents because I was parched. I had been hiking up to the high rocks for so long and we had decided to take the challenging route. I love the outdoors, especially when I can share it with others that are close to me. like walking trails with a pretty girl, or going for a stroll and picking flowers with my mother. that’s always nice and I’m sure when I’m older I will look back on these times and smile. At least I hope so.
I’ve spent half my adult life looking for the right person to spend my days with. I think I maybe found him but even now I’m not sure. Can I spend half a life time, what’s left, with this guy? Who knows, certainly not I.
Half and half. I’ve never known exactly what that means. All I know is I heard it first when Seamus Finnigan said that he was half and half in Harry Potter. I guess it’s that simple: one is half of something, and half of another. Sometimes I realize I just like to complicate things for myself for no apparent reason. They say this gets worse as you get older. I should take an exercise in simplification one of these days.
some people the glass as half empty. and some see it as half full. what does it matter?
we’re all going to die. half and half. like milk. or cream. whatever it is. ya. half. my other half.
Half the day I sit and think about before. Half the time I laugh and half the time I cry. Either way, I want to be half as happy now as I was then.
I only took half. It shouldn’t have made me grow twenty feet tall! Oh well, at least now I can reach the key on the table.
Where did that white rabbit run off to?
Half a gallon of milk sits in the fridge. It’s nearly expired and Mindy is sad about that. She wants to have good healthy milk to make dinner when Edgar comes to visit, but she’s afraid he’s going to have to suffer without milk at all. Sighing, she grabs the Milk and heads to the counter.
HALF is half
better than none
worse than one
yet still half
sometimes it’s all you need,
sometimes it’s less than acceptable
Half
We all have another half. Something to make you feel whole once more. Whether it be a friend or a lover, we spend a good deal looking for the other half.
From her mother’s vase to her happiness, everything was in pieces. She could never hold on to anything but not grasp too tightly.
Glass half empty. Half satisfied. Half of your time on earth. Half of who you want to be. Half lonely. Half loved.
I have half a donut in a car that is full of jelly. The car isn’t full of jelly thedonut is duh. I don’t really like jelly filled donuts though
I’m living life with only a half of myself aware of the world around me. I am losing focus of the parts of me that I want to see the light of day. My attempts at functioning in the world are half-hearted at best. I wish I could change it all.
It’s like watching a train derail. Half off the track, the other half moving on without it’s tail end. A tragedy unfolds. When you only move on by a half, you lost your entire sense of self.
Half of my heart is in pieces, half of my heart in his hand. The whole of my heart is set in my soul, the other in another person’s thoughts.
It was always only half empty to her. That was the way she’d always seen it, ever since she was a little girl, that was her entire life summed up. Half. Empty.
There is only a half of things done. Those halves are broken down, into smaller increments. This is life. Half. Be joyous.
Is the cup half full or half empty? That’s the question we always ponder, but why ask when we should just live without worry. Let’s just forget about the cup, drink what’s left of it and move on.
half a life half nothing i dont know who i am or what i am or what i hold in myself, but all i know is that its half. the glass, the jar, my life, her life, his life, the sun, the stars, the moon, everything. half gone since he left us, half there. my life is only half lived with him gone, living the rest of it on heaven without me, leaving me
then, i realized it. half of my heart belonged to him. he was everything to me. everything i cared about. “i love you,” i said, looking into my hands.
umm half a pie pie taste goood i like apple pie yummm i wish i had half the money in the world id be rich hhaha i like the word half
THIS THING KEEPS GIVING ME ‘HALF’ I CANT STAND IT!!
please let me do something different.
ive been running on schedule for too long i need something different.
half is stupid.
if you keep saying half over and over again it starts to sound strange in your mouth.
I have a missing half. I keep myself half empty to leave room for the future me.
not full
milk
half price books = good records
i like to “half” a cup of tea at night
circles cut in 2 are half each
The other day I only ate half a cookie because I was afraid of the calories from the rest. Some days I hate my body so much that I cant even look in a mirror. Eating less makes me feel better I guess. Even though I know it won’t help.
half is only part of a hole. the only way to fill a hole is to put half of the whole into the hole and then divide by half. this will give you a whole of a half in a hole.
Sometimes you feel like half a person. Like part of you just isn’t alive and kicking. Then the other half just shows up again. It’s mysterious.
i feel like my life is half empty without you and half full with you. you are the water of my life?
Two halves make a whole, but two wrongs don’t make a write. Is the cup half empty or half full? That is the existential question.
my mom is half a century old. i’m half as old as she is. my brother is half as old as i am. my dog is half as old as my brother is.
What makes up the majority of people. Not much seems to be a whole, not much seems to be put together completely. Most of us are running off of this ‘half’ of our beings, and usually it isn’t even the better half.
I don’t know what to write about ahlf. Half. Its not whole. Only a part of something. I guess its better than nothing. Just a half. Only a half.
Half of what? Is the glass half full or half empty? Well that depends on if you just filled it up halfway or just emptied half of it out. Like, what came first, the chicken or the egg? Back to that age old mystery. Indeed.