Is how I would describe my self most of the time. Not phsyically – mentally and that spoils everything. It’s not obvious, I don’t mean I’m crazy, or even depressed just not quite right, it means I never feel comfortable in my own skin and I think that is the most debiltating of all illnesses.
I rapped my knuckles on the wooden door, trepidation burning inside me. I haven’t seen him in months; I wonder what had happened. He has been ill for how long now… I wonder how he looks like now…
The answer came in quickly, a squeaky noise cutting through the silence of the hospital corridors. I tried to take a peek inside, but I could only see white walls and white furniture.
“Ma’am?” A high-pitched voice asked, her bright eyes barely visible from the tangles of her auburn hair.
“Yes, dear. May I come in?” The little girl opened the door all the way, revealing the dead-white room where he lay.
My eyes were immediately set on him, his frail body emitting a small shriek from me.
Sometimes I do wonder about puncuation. Not to the point where I feel ill if I get the punctuation wrong. But it does worry me that I mis-use it nowadays. I mean, who is there to correct me when I make an error? I’m so used to that red pen leaking
of all the ill fated people in the world, places in world nothing but a an old man’s suffering tells you what ill really means for he knows he has know other way, nothing else to be but ill … pessimistically ill, biologically ill, that is ill !
Wait, what really. Ill again? Oneword you disgust me D: Or is this not random. Oh that would make sense. Lots of sense. I’m running out of time again oh my god I passed 30 seconds oh my god. I probably shouldn’t send this. BUT I WILL.
i am ill. i don’t know why and i don’t know how to fix it but i feel it again. seeping through my bones, pouring into my lungs, my airways, my veins. and in some sick way, i can’t help but like it. it’s comfortable. familiar. an old friend i’ve always had, popping in to say hello once more.
“You look ill”
Those were the first words my mother said to me. We hadn’t seen each other in months and that’s the first thing she says to me.
“Yeah I’ve been doing a lot of heroin”
“Hmmm? What did you say sweetie?” Her eyes were trained on something behind me, “Oh honey why didn’t you get a suede couch? Leather couches are just so trashy”
I sighed “Never mind”.
I fell ill once. Honestly it was kind of painful. Like seriously, who actually wants to be ill. It’s so…. illful. I probably made that word up. Yeah. But like. I hate colds. I blow my nose so hard it becomes sore and stuff. And then I’m sad. So I like, sob. And sobbing isn’t good for a man like myself.
i feel ill. i don’t know why and i don’t know how to fix it but i feel it. seeping through my bones, pouring into my lungs, my airways, my veins. i can’t help but like it. it’s comfortable. familiar. an old friend i’ve always had, popping in to say hello once more.
Ill…a likely excuse to gain a little extra daylight alone with the love of my life. Convenient how that turned out to be today… (eeck, eeck, sniff, sniff). I think I’ve come down with something.
I saw your pictures on facebook in immediately became ill, not just so much for me more and more for you. my heart will be in 1,000,000 different ways, seeing you in those shorts,that hair do he destroyed you more than I ever could, bitch you will always love him more. I will forever be sloppy seconds, knowing that you are right the way you feel
Her hair was a mess, the clothes she wore ragged and filthy. The sight of her made most people ill. But I knew her differently. I knew the kind of person she was, her personality, almost her soul. She was good and gentle. She was pure and sweet. Her inward beauty needed sadly disguised from most by her outward appearance.
The tiny creature mewled inside the box, pawing the already damaged cardboard with the frantic desperation only the horribly ill and awfully afraid can manage. The kitten mewled again as its claw lodged fast in the wall, and the poor thing became stuck in an uncomfortably warped shape. “FUCK THAT FOR A JOKE!” spat the adorable kitty.
One day I was really ill and had to leave work early. I was throwing up and barfing everywhere and it was really gross. I have no idea what made me ill. Perhaps it was the leftover chinese food I ate the night before… leftover from weeks ago…. ugh. I’m an idiot. Not even Pepto Bismal can cure this ail. Illness isn’t something I look forward to and I hope that I don’t spend the day ralphing.
He was ill and he didn’t have much time left. Perhaps this was the part of the report that hurt most. That he didn’t have much time left. He looked into her sad eyes and she nodded her head. She understood. She’d have to be strong for the both of them.
I often get ill. I don’t know why to be honest. I suspect it has something to do with not eating enough dirt or whatever when i was young to build up a robust immune system. My Mum has MS, its shit. I wish she didn’t.
Ill, I was ill a few day’s ago. I’m kind of getting over being ill.
It’s not fun, I hate being ill.
Ill, doesn’t make any real sense when you think about it too much.
ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill.
I am a man and I am proud to say that I do not get ill often. God is my strength and redeemer and I have confidence in him that he will preserve my life. Ill is when you are not well and in need of help from a doctor or priest.
I don’t like being ill, I read up a lot on natural healing and try to gather herbs and things like that so I can get better faster if I ever do fall ill. I take a lot of vitamin C too. I don’t stay ill for very long.
The thought makes me ill. Physically sick. How could this happen? I run to the bathroom, clutching the note in my hand, my stomach heaves up, and I crouched over the toilet, vomiting. Afterwards, I lay on the cold tile, not crying, not moving.
I think that Her Gracious Majesty is tough as old boots and i admire
her for it. Princess Margaret could have been a little like that and i
do not think it would’ve done her any harm
her ill sorrow caused me to collapse, shattering pieces on the musty ground. A place of no serenity, illness spreads through my veins. No longer can we resist, her ill love for me.
Feeling so ill at ease, this world is not my home, it’s a terrifying place to be right now. I don’t usually allow myself to sink so low, but today I just feel utterly ill about being a human being.
but surely the fact of being a royal would guarantee one of immunity against delusions of grandeur? i think i should lose all hope in humanity if this were not so.
Illness can strike anyone at any time. The feeling of uneasiness on being is typical. One can never be prepared to be ill. it always makes you feel terrible. Good health and exercise is the best way to avoid getting ill.
Is how I would describe my self most of the time. Not phsyically – mentally and that spoils everything. It’s not obvious, I don’t mean I’m crazy, or even depressed just not quite right, it means I never feel comfortable in my own skin and I think that is the most debiltating of all illnesses.
I rapped my knuckles on the wooden door, trepidation burning inside me. I haven’t seen him in months; I wonder what had happened. He has been ill for how long now… I wonder how he looks like now…
The answer came in quickly, a squeaky noise cutting through the silence of the hospital corridors. I tried to take a peek inside, but I could only see white walls and white furniture.
“Ma’am?” A high-pitched voice asked, her bright eyes barely visible from the tangles of her auburn hair.
“Yes, dear. May I come in?” The little girl opened the door all the way, revealing the dead-white room where he lay.
My eyes were immediately set on him, his frail body emitting a small shriek from me.
If you write ill with the “i” capitalized, it looks like three “l”s. see: Ill. Just three little lines. Very interesting.
Sometimes I do wonder about puncuation. Not to the point where I feel ill if I get the punctuation wrong. But it does worry me that I mis-use it nowadays. I mean, who is there to correct me when I make an error? I’m so used to that red pen leaking
I’ll love you forever.
I’ll never let you go.
I’ll hold you, eternal.
I’ll caress you, I know.
sick at heart, heavy and aching. Ill fated, luckless and burdened with bad fortune at every turn….they say you make your own luck, perhaps…
of all the ill fated people in the world, places in world nothing but a an old man’s suffering tells you what ill really means for he knows he has know other way, nothing else to be but ill … pessimistically ill, biologically ill, that is ill !
Wait, what really. Ill again? Oneword you disgust me D: Or is this not random. Oh that would make sense. Lots of sense. I’m running out of time again oh my god I passed 30 seconds oh my god. I probably shouldn’t send this. BUT I WILL.
Ill, again? She always had a weak body and a weaker spirit. That’s why they always left her behind.
i am ill. i don’t know why and i don’t know how to fix it but i feel it again. seeping through my bones, pouring into my lungs, my airways, my veins. and in some sick way, i can’t help but like it. it’s comfortable. familiar. an old friend i’ve always had, popping in to say hello once more.
“You look ill”
Those were the first words my mother said to me. We hadn’t seen each other in months and that’s the first thing she says to me.
“Yeah I’ve been doing a lot of heroin”
“Hmmm? What did you say sweetie?” Her eyes were trained on something behind me, “Oh honey why didn’t you get a suede couch? Leather couches are just so trashy”
I sighed “Never mind”.
I fell ill once. Honestly it was kind of painful. Like seriously, who actually wants to be ill. It’s so…. illful. I probably made that word up. Yeah. But like. I hate colds. I blow my nose so hard it becomes sore and stuff. And then I’m sad. So I like, sob. And sobbing isn’t good for a man like myself.
i feel ill. i don’t know why and i don’t know how to fix it but i feel it. seeping through my bones, pouring into my lungs, my airways, my veins. i can’t help but like it. it’s comfortable. familiar. an old friend i’ve always had, popping in to say hello once more.
Ill…a likely excuse to gain a little extra daylight alone with the love of my life. Convenient how that turned out to be today… (eeck, eeck, sniff, sniff). I think I’ve come down with something.
I feel ill sometimes when I look at you. Unsettled – hoping that I will never lose your beautiful gaze
I saw your pictures on facebook in immediately became ill, not just so much for me more and more for you. my heart will be in 1,000,000 different ways, seeing you in those shorts,that hair do he destroyed you more than I ever could, bitch you will always love him more. I will forever be sloppy seconds, knowing that you are right the way you feel
Today, stuffy head continuously irritating nose
Her hair was a mess, the clothes she wore ragged and filthy. The sight of her made most people ill. But I knew her differently. I knew the kind of person she was, her personality, almost her soul. She was good and gentle. She was pure and sweet. Her inward beauty needed sadly disguised from most by her outward appearance.
vodka is the chicken of drink
though quantity often replaces quality
The tiny creature mewled inside the box, pawing the already damaged cardboard with the frantic desperation only the horribly ill and awfully afraid can manage. The kitten mewled again as its claw lodged fast in the wall, and the poor thing became stuck in an uncomfortably warped shape. “FUCK THAT FOR A JOKE!” spat the adorable kitty.
not the way i feel right now
One day I was really ill and had to leave work early. I was throwing up and barfing everywhere and it was really gross. I have no idea what made me ill. Perhaps it was the leftover chinese food I ate the night before… leftover from weeks ago…. ugh. I’m an idiot. Not even Pepto Bismal can cure this ail. Illness isn’t something I look forward to and I hope that I don’t spend the day ralphing.
Ill is every time you anticipated having your name called. Ill is the fear of fear you shouldn’t have. Ill is 8 through 19. Ill is now still.
He was ill and he didn’t have much time left. Perhaps this was the part of the report that hurt most. That he didn’t have much time left. He looked into her sad eyes and she nodded her head. She understood. She’d have to be strong for the both of them.
I often get ill. I don’t know why to be honest. I suspect it has something to do with not eating enough dirt or whatever when i was young to build up a robust immune system. My Mum has MS, its shit. I wish she didn’t.
Ill, I was ill a few day’s ago. I’m kind of getting over being ill.
It’s not fun, I hate being ill.
Ill, doesn’t make any real sense when you think about it too much.
ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill.
I am a man and I am proud to say that I do not get ill often. God is my strength and redeemer and I have confidence in him that he will preserve my life. Ill is when you are not well and in need of help from a doctor or priest.
I don’t like being ill, I read up a lot on natural healing and try to gather herbs and things like that so I can get better faster if I ever do fall ill. I take a lot of vitamin C too. I don’t stay ill for very long.
The thought makes me ill. Physically sick. How could this happen? I run to the bathroom, clutching the note in my hand, my stomach heaves up, and I crouched over the toilet, vomiting. Afterwards, I lay on the cold tile, not crying, not moving.
I think that Her Gracious Majesty is tough as old boots and i admire
her for it. Princess Margaret could have been a little like that and i
do not think it would’ve done her any harm
I think that Her Gracious Majesty is tough as old boots and i admire
her for it
ill will
ill ness
w ill
s ill
d ill
p ill
sp ill
just a few of the ‘ills’
Please let me say here and now that my favourite royal is Princess Anne
her ill sorrow caused me to collapse, shattering pieces on the musty ground. A place of no serenity, illness spreads through my veins. No longer can we resist, her ill love for me.
Imagine t w t h w ‘enjoying’ his delusions of grandeur.
Then again imagine a sentence like…Her Gracious Majesty suffered
from delusions of grandeur…
Feeling so ill at ease, this world is not my home, it’s a terrifying place to be right now. I don’t usually allow myself to sink so low, but today I just feel utterly ill about being a human being.
but surely the fact of being a royal would guarantee one of immunity against delusions of grandeur? i think i should lose all hope in humanity if this were not so.
but surely the fact of being a royal would guarantee one of immunity against delusions of grandeur?
Illness can strike anyone at any time. The feeling of uneasiness on being is typical. One can never be prepared to be ill. it always makes you feel terrible. Good health and exercise is the best way to avoid getting ill.
ill is sick, ill gotten gains, ill intentions, ill in all your ways. Illegitimate,