The man had brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, was of average height. He was an everyman. The kind of guy who everyone thinks they know because he looks like everyone.
i feel like the world can be described in oneword. indistinct, indecipherable, and wholly unfocused. no one knows what they want all the time, no one knows what they should be, all they know is that they want to be- something, anything, memorable, amazing, loved and wanted, needed, important, distinct and sure in a world with so many uncertainties.
i watch sixty seconds ticking by. it’s a line blurring by. indistinct in what it wants and where it leads. some lines aren’t meant to be followed and i have an indescribable, indistinct feeling of unease.
I feel like all humans have an indistinct will to live. We all want to be someone interesting or do something inspiring to be remembered by, but none of us ever know what that “thing” is. It’s intangible, indistinct, just a finger’s breadth away.
The line between reality and surreality is very indistinct. This is demonstrated in films such as Inception, where the dream world is hardly discernible from reality. For all we know, we could be brains in vats. Everyone exists, but only in your mind.
THere was nothing i could see for sure. it was perfect but it was hazy. i knew, though, that it was something that i had never encountered before in my life. as i walked closer, it became all the more fuzzy and i thought that it might disappear forever.
His words are indistinct
Coming from his soft lips as he comes closer to mine
He whispers
Hot breath against my face
Smelling of him
Smelling of his own unique and untainted taste
i see something ahead and it’s very indistinct. like my future, blurry, ungraspable and foreign. looking through muddy glass and wondering what those figures are
She thought of herself as weary, troubled, indistinct, longing for just one fresh glimmer of hope and healing for her battered soul. Her life was a mere shadow of what she had dreamed of and felt in her in her soul.
How much monotony and failure could she take before she went over the edge? How could he say her new found faith would grow and bring her to a place higher than she ever imagined she could be? Was God that big and that strong, that real?
It was enough just to put one foot in front of the other and go to church. She would go, if that’s the last thing she did. She wanted to know more about the One who would know the answers and the way to live. She sure didn’t.
I wasn’t there. I mean, I was, but I didn’t feel like I was. I wasn’t important. I didn’t feel important. They walked by me, just walked by me. They’re eyes were focused on one another’s, glittering, giggly eyes.
I just downcast my own, sad, dull eyes. Looked at me shoes. I was indistinct and unimportant, and I always was.
I looked at the two apples. Indistinct. What a decision. Well, I guess they were different colors. This one was Red. And this one was Golden. But it said that they were both delicious in the title! So I couldn’t choose.
She paused at the mirror, then did a double-take. Her face was distorted, indistinct, blurred and hazy to her eyes. She panicked for a moment, then realized it must only be a trick of the mirror. Sighing with relief, she reached up to touch her face– and screamed. Her hands passed through air.
I’m not supposed to be here, working in a place like this. Serving cigarettes, asking kids for their fake IDs. It’s not the person I saw in the mirror a year ago, someone going somewhere.
Muffled, it hurts, like a Wednesday headache when people are cutting into your thigh with their fingers and want to tell you about life and how it killed them, but you’re living, and it just doesn’t connect, will never connect, so please, stop trying.
The sound of Maya’s weeping was indistinct among the bells clanging for mass. Each Sunday brought light and joy to so many in Seville, but for her the memories of Josiah obliterated any peace she might achieve in the old, stone church. “Come Mother Superior,” the Novice had approached silently. “It is time to pray.” Maya brought her tearful gaze up to the young woman. “My prayers will never be answered, child. Never.”
The art of writing is indistinct. Throughout the years of history many cultures & people have written the story of their lives. The love & passion with carry one.
A shape in the distance… familiar, yet not. Am I seeing the ghost of a loved one, or is my mind’s eye making you into something you aren’t? Either way, a moment’s solace.
indiscrible. Indistinct patterns emerge from the fog, settling down on the grassy dew. It’s playing a game with us. It doesn’t want to be penerated, yet it does. But what does it want us to do?
I look out of the window and see the tops of trees against a cloudy grey sky. the clouds are indistinct from the sky, patches of dark silver against the pale. Which is which?
The shadows converged upon her in the tiny space of the cubicle. Her small “office” had been like her second home for the past three years, but now everything made it seem as if the entire world were out to get her.
The hike looked quite indistinct. We didn’t think anything special would happen, let alone another member of our group being taken from us. But suddenly, as we reached the overhang and did a count off, we realized that there were only thirty three.
I don’t know if it’s far from here. I don’t know if I’ll make it. Make it mine make it good make it last. Making it last is the hardest part, making it enjoyable that is questionable. The road ahead is so indistinct, the headlights only show ten feet ahead. This morning fog is like my future I can only see what’s in front of me and all there is to do is keep on.
He had a very indistinct face. It wasnt memorable, it wasnt the type of guy she would have thought she could love. He didnt even wear a nice cologne. Everything about him was wrong, but she loved him.
The world blurred, everything looking indistinct, lines turning into shapes. Everything snapped back into focus. I realized something was wrong with me that day, but I didn’t know what.
indistinct, indistinct, indistinct. the clicks of my keyboard are almost indistinct, almost indiscernible from the rapid clicks of a heavy texter two seats away. i’ll try to read over his shoulder, hoping my movement will be indistinct to his focused eye.
The words were indistinct, just a stream of voice, and he strained to hear. Why couldn’t he understand? Why couldn’t he…
His vision blinked in and out. He was vaguely aware of a hand on his arm, that voice again, white noise.
“I– I need…” He sank onto the floor, shivering, darkness closing in on him. “I…”
“You’re going to be all right, do you hear me? You’ll be all right.”
That voice belonged to her. She was here.
“Don’t leave me. Please…”
“I won’t leave you.” He felt a hand in his, soft and warm. As his consciousness slipped away, he knew she’d be there when he got out of this.
*You find your way back down, and I’ll keep the area clear. When you find your way back down in one piece, then I’ll just be waiting here. Right here.*
a lot of things are indistinct. like the way someone talks, the way someone acts around someone else, like “that new hair colour you have is indistinct” like my friend hannah’s new hair colour. it’s slightly red in the sun but when it’s not in natural light it’s a gorgeous brown colour. that’s what indistinct comes up into my mind as.
To be indistinct is to be alone. A mirage in the fabric of time. I imagine Las Vegas in the hot summer days. Goodbye, youth. Yes. Wow look at me now, a mirage in adulthood.
the vague misinformation of a shadow seen through sheets strung up, puppets dance in front of car lights behind these walls that wave in breezes that also ruffle the feathers of birds and leaves of corn in surrounding fields.
How do I describe how we share the indistinct, dead look in our eyes. How we both are ridiculed by the public? How are we so incredibly different in talent, background, and age; yet we are unified by a single word, retard.
The portrait was much better than my usual work. Good enough to hang in my hallway.
It was that night that I first noticed the indistinct halo around his head — which I hadn’t put there. Every night it became clearer, although it was invisible to other people.
Then, one night, as I lay in bed… unearthly light from the hallway….
An indistinct movement in my peripherals, and I wonder what it could be, so I turn. The baby is crawling toward the edge of the bluff, and her mother has her back turned.
The father reaches out, grabs, snatches air, pulls it back, but there is no baby in his hands when the scream escapes his open jaw.
The man had brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, was of average height. He was an everyman. The kind of guy who everyone thinks they know because he looks like everyone.
i feel like the world can be described in oneword. indistinct, indecipherable, and wholly unfocused. no one knows what they want all the time, no one knows what they should be, all they know is that they want to be- something, anything, memorable, amazing, loved and wanted, needed, important, distinct and sure in a world with so many uncertainties.
i watch sixty seconds ticking by. it’s a line blurring by. indistinct in what it wants and where it leads. some lines aren’t meant to be followed and i have an indescribable, indistinct feeling of unease.
I feel like all humans have an indistinct will to live. We all want to be someone interesting or do something inspiring to be remembered by, but none of us ever know what that “thing” is. It’s intangible, indistinct, just a finger’s breadth away.
The line between reality and surreality is very indistinct. This is demonstrated in films such as Inception, where the dream world is hardly discernible from reality. For all we know, we could be brains in vats. Everyone exists, but only in your mind.
THere was nothing i could see for sure. it was perfect but it was hazy. i knew, though, that it was something that i had never encountered before in my life. as i walked closer, it became all the more fuzzy and i thought that it might disappear forever.
His words are indistinct
Coming from his soft lips as he comes closer to mine
He whispers
Hot breath against my face
Smelling of him
Smelling of his own unique and untainted taste
i see something ahead and it’s very indistinct. like my future, blurry, ungraspable and foreign. looking through muddy glass and wondering what those figures are
She thought of herself as weary, troubled, indistinct, longing for just one fresh glimmer of hope and healing for her battered soul. Her life was a mere shadow of what she had dreamed of and felt in her in her soul.
How much monotony and failure could she take before she went over the edge? How could he say her new found faith would grow and bring her to a place higher than she ever imagined she could be? Was God that big and that strong, that real?
It was enough just to put one foot in front of the other and go to church. She would go, if that’s the last thing she did. She wanted to know more about the One who would know the answers and the way to live. She sure didn’t.
idon,t know what does this word mean. But if you know tell me.
I wasn’t there. I mean, I was, but I didn’t feel like I was. I wasn’t important. I didn’t feel important. They walked by me, just walked by me. They’re eyes were focused on one another’s, glittering, giggly eyes.
I just downcast my own, sad, dull eyes. Looked at me shoes. I was indistinct and unimportant, and I always was.
I looked at the two apples. Indistinct. What a decision. Well, I guess they were different colors. This one was Red. And this one was Golden. But it said that they were both delicious in the title! So I couldn’t choose.
hazy unclear.
unclear, hazy, broad like the mountains. white. green. blue. nothingness. that is indistinct.
The indistinct marking on the side of the hot tub – a redish smiley face – was the clue I had been looking for.
She paused at the mirror, then did a double-take. Her face was distorted, indistinct, blurred and hazy to her eyes. She panicked for a moment, then realized it must only be a trick of the mirror. Sighing with relief, she reached up to touch her face– and screamed. Her hands passed through air.
“Distinct, king size.”
I’m not supposed to be here, working in a place like this. Serving cigarettes, asking kids for their fake IDs. It’s not the person I saw in the mirror a year ago, someone going somewhere.
Muffled, it hurts, like a Wednesday headache when people are cutting into your thigh with their fingers and want to tell you about life and how it killed them, but you’re living, and it just doesn’t connect, will never connect, so please, stop trying.
The sound of Maya’s weeping was indistinct among the bells clanging for mass. Each Sunday brought light and joy to so many in Seville, but for her the memories of Josiah obliterated any peace she might achieve in the old, stone church. “Come Mother Superior,” the Novice had approached silently. “It is time to pray.” Maya brought her tearful gaze up to the young woman. “My prayers will never be answered, child. Never.”
The art of writing is indistinct. Throughout the years of history many cultures & people have written the story of their lives. The love & passion with carry one.
A shape in the distance… familiar, yet not. Am I seeing the ghost of a loved one, or is my mind’s eye making you into something you aren’t? Either way, a moment’s solace.
When I first viewed the word indistinct I figured I knew absolutely nothing about it! I am now about to cry violently and kill myself.
The sounds were indistinct, clouding Jerry’s senses as he was inundated with noise and he began to feel dizzy…
indiscrible. Indistinct patterns emerge from the fog, settling down on the grassy dew. It’s playing a game with us. It doesn’t want to be penerated, yet it does. But what does it want us to do?
I look out of the window and see the tops of trees against a cloudy grey sky. the clouds are indistinct from the sky, patches of dark silver against the pale. Which is which?
The shadows converged upon her in the tiny space of the cubicle. Her small “office” had been like her second home for the past three years, but now everything made it seem as if the entire world were out to get her.
The hike looked quite indistinct. We didn’t think anything special would happen, let alone another member of our group being taken from us. But suddenly, as we reached the overhang and did a count off, we realized that there were only thirty three.
I don’t know if it’s far from here. I don’t know if I’ll make it. Make it mine make it good make it last. Making it last is the hardest part, making it enjoyable that is questionable. The road ahead is so indistinct, the headlights only show ten feet ahead. This morning fog is like my future I can only see what’s in front of me and all there is to do is keep on.
He had a very indistinct face. It wasnt memorable, it wasnt the type of guy she would have thought she could love. He didnt even wear a nice cologne. Everything about him was wrong, but she loved him.
The world blurred, everything looking indistinct, lines turning into shapes. Everything snapped back into focus. I realized something was wrong with me that day, but I didn’t know what.
I think the most beautiful people are the ones who have very indestinct feauties. also known as boring. I don’t know why, though. Their just gorgeous.
indistinct, indistinct, indistinct. the clicks of my keyboard are almost indistinct, almost indiscernible from the rapid clicks of a heavy texter two seats away. i’ll try to read over his shoulder, hoping my movement will be indistinct to his focused eye.
The words were indistinct, just a stream of voice, and he strained to hear. Why couldn’t he understand? Why couldn’t he…
His vision blinked in and out. He was vaguely aware of a hand on his arm, that voice again, white noise.
“I– I need…” He sank onto the floor, shivering, darkness closing in on him. “I…”
“You’re going to be all right, do you hear me? You’ll be all right.”
That voice belonged to her. She was here.
“Don’t leave me. Please…”
“I won’t leave you.” He felt a hand in his, soft and warm. As his consciousness slipped away, he knew she’d be there when he got out of this.
*You find your way back down, and I’ll keep the area clear. When you find your way back down in one piece, then I’ll just be waiting here. Right here.*
“Well which one is?” she said, quietly. The indistinction was unnoticeable.
a lot of things are indistinct. like the way someone talks, the way someone acts around someone else, like “that new hair colour you have is indistinct” like my friend hannah’s new hair colour. it’s slightly red in the sun but when it’s not in natural light it’s a gorgeous brown colour. that’s what indistinct comes up into my mind as.
To be indistinct is to be alone. A mirage in the fabric of time. I imagine Las Vegas in the hot summer days. Goodbye, youth. Yes. Wow look at me now, a mirage in adulthood.
the vague misinformation of a shadow seen through sheets strung up, puppets dance in front of car lights behind these walls that wave in breezes that also ruffle the feathers of birds and leaves of corn in surrounding fields.
How do I describe how we share the indistinct, dead look in our eyes. How we both are ridiculed by the public? How are we so incredibly different in talent, background, and age; yet we are unified by a single word, retard.
The portrait was much better than my usual work. Good enough to hang in my hallway.
It was that night that I first noticed the indistinct halo around his head — which I hadn’t put there. Every night it became clearer, although it was invisible to other people.
Then, one night, as I lay in bed… unearthly light from the hallway….
An indistinct movement in my peripherals, and I wonder what it could be, so I turn. The baby is crawling toward the edge of the bluff, and her mother has her back turned.
The father reaches out, grabs, snatches air, pulls it back, but there is no baby in his hands when the scream escapes his open jaw.