late. one word with so many meanings. it could mean late for a realization or even late for a date. it is frustrating not knowing the exact meaning though. it sucks.
I was late. He was going to absolutely kill me. He’d bring me back, he’d hurt me. He wouldn’t let anyone hear my screams. I was going to die. And I was going to die for being only five minutes late. It was only because I was doing my makeup how he liked it. If I didn’t, I would have been hit harder for going out in public like an abomination.
I’m not sure what to think. She is late and we have only been together on one occasion.
Do I love her? I think I do, but this could get out of hand quickly. I’m not even sure I want children;Not this situation, not this way
Late night last night
Since sleeping though
I’ve woken to the day
Eyes rubbed hands wet
Pure water splashed
Across my face and neck
Shocked and jolted
Back the life
I seeming briefly left
A something more
Than second passed
From yester’s slumber’s breath
I do not know
Whether this wake
Was to my benefit
The world seems still
The same it was
I’d better sleep on it
I hate being late. There is nothing that people dread more it seems. It can be informal or fashionable though, after all, late is but a matter of perspective. I vote we learn to own it. Find pride in our imperfect timing and the battle against the movement of the hand on a clock. Learn to race with timing and make “late” our own statement, giving a middle finger to societies bustle.
It’s too late. We’ve been in this place before.
He’s too late. Should’ve seen it coming.
The world is slowing down.
Everything in slow motion.
The world is too late.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe I’m too late.
Late…
Late..
Late.
What is the definition?
I’m sick.
I’m falling.
They’re too late.
I hear a ringing in my ears.
I hear people screaming.
Why?
I feel happy.
Maybe it”s because I knew this would happen.
Did he know?
Did they realize?
I hate when someones late. expecally when you are waiting around for them. being late isnt only annoying, its inconvieniot too. although I find myself late often.. i still hate when someones late ;)
This divorce is coming late. It should have come in fourth grade. I’m in eleventh grade. And for some reason, it still hurts. I’d like to avoid the situation. Happy thanksgiving from the family? Whatever.
I was late to eat the blundebuss coming at me at the speed of light. Amazing dolphins trying to overdose on Ibogaine tried to rescue me. It was to late. Trapped under ice.
He could not believe how late it was, the fight couldn’t have lasted that long, could it? As Yuri looked around he saw the corpses of many of his comrades and enemies, there was not much to tell apart the mutilated bodies besides the colors of red and gold.
I hate being late
TEachers get mad
I get mad if people are late
It creates an unstable flow
And can loosen the trust between people if you are late a lot, because then you cannot count on the person who is late.
It is never to late to tell someone how much you love them. It is, however, really difficult to let the feelings out. It is hard to look at someone at the eye, open your heart and not feel the fear of rejection. I would just like to say it out loud, how much i love C. I would love to look him in the eye, kiss him, and I would love him just as I feel right now. I would love to say so many things that I will never say, because I’m not brave enough, because I know I will be rejected. I just… can’t help loving him.
I don’t care about being late for things. I feel like I was born late, though. Late. Or maybe too early. I don’t think I was born in the right time. I’m too young. Or too old? I’m not sure. But it’s wrong.
Late nights are often the best nights.
The ones where you walk around out on the town with your mates, albeit a bit drunk.
Or the ones were you meet that special person that’ll change your life.. (or persons..)
the opposite of early it is when you are late and eberybody shuns you because aliens dont wear hats but they do eat purpe pancakes. My friend said zwebras across the horizon but i think chantolopes are actually across the verticle line, because my hairs in the pie brian. part of me is inside of you do you feel me brian do you feel me inside of you. of you got some pie can i have some cool vwhip. cool whip cool vwhip cool whip cool vwhip cool whip cool vwhip cool whip cool vwhip YOURE EATING HAIR *SPITS!*
It’s already getting late, but we won’t stop. We’ll keep on doing whatever we like. ‘Cause the night’s still young and beautiful. And we’ll make great memories.
Time ticks by,
second by second it slips away
Waiting for nothing but itself
catch it up or leave it there
catch it up or fall behind
catch it up or be too late.
not early i waas late once and got in trouble by my mom who hats cows because she is mean and my dad is a ostrich and idk what im writing because i only have 60 seconds to write this and im gonna be late for work towmarrow idk when time is up i think im halucinationg zwebras across the horizon..,… i like ducks
when is up?!?!?!!?!?!?
Never is late. Sometimes you think that because you didnt do something, now it isnt the time for do it. But why? Why humans are like that? So negative.. So silly.. Its a huge mistake. And i wish some day, people realice that WE are the ones who have the power to change things, and to progresate
It’s rather late that my step or is it half? How does that work? Well it’s rather late that my brother Mike put up the family photos. Not late for me but late for my mother who wold have loved to have seen them. Late for us who could have used physical support in the way of photos and tangible evidence of a family never met, never seen, just out there.
It is too late to tell my mother about all my pain. I have cut myself and as hard as i try to tell someone i just cant. My life has gotten too far into the pain and now i rely on it and cant get away.
I was late for Thanksgiving dinner, but Chad didn’t mind. He pulled up a spare chair for me, the half-eaten turkey waiting for me to demolish it further.
“I’m sorry,” I said as he started loading my plate with goodies.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, smiling. “I know it’s tough for you right now.”
The mashed potatoes were sticky with gravy and I savored every bite. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.
Its the late season of fall and with it comes colors. Colors of trust ; mistrust, warmth, comfort. When is there going to be a early season of late bloomers. Late bloomers who want to be free of social awarness. Its killing them to know that in the late season of fall they will never be early enough to make it. You’re LATE.
never going to get there and it seems like the world ends when you are late. I am late sometimes and it sucks but even when you are late it doesn’t matter because you got there. better late than never.
Oh god I was so late. The meeting was at 2:00 and it was 1:45 now. I still had to get dressed and eat and I have the worst headache. I told blaine we shouldn’t have gone drinking last night!
late is the word that means that you are not on time. This is an element of time, It signifies the punctuality of a person
It can also mean posthumously.
or that you or given person is/are dead.
I can’t believe I am allllways late. Late for school, late for work, late for menstruating. It’ a fucking pain. All I ever hear from people is “why are you late again?” … “can’t you just arrive on time, ONCE?” Late late late just like the bunny in Alice in Wonderland
I’m late. Always. I set alarms, have check in’s, but i’m still always late. People say that it’s better late than sorry, but i don’t believe that. Being late is sorry. Ever heard of fashionably late? Yeah I created that.
I’m always late for everything i do. Getting ready takes time. My mother yells that we’ll never be on time because me of, when reality is, being late is okay. Have you ever heard of fashionable late? Yeah i invented that.
You where late. I waited for hours out in the cold. It started to get dark but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I needed to see you. I needed to know you still cared. I fell asleep under the moonlight of that mid-summer night but you where fast asleep in your bed with her. Some one new. Someone better. That’s why you where late.
it’s too late for you to come on your white horse in the silver armor to sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset
it’s too late for you to take back everything you said
it’s too late to help me, now
it’s too late
too late
too late
not soon enough
Too late,
Too early.
Are we ever on time?
Birth is rarely on time.
Death is never on time.
There is never a right time to die.
Too late,
Too early.
What is truly exact?
late. one word with so many meanings. it could mean late for a realization or even late for a date. it is frustrating not knowing the exact meaning though. it sucks.
Time running out.
Life goes on without a specific person.
When will I be gone?
You?
Who knows?
Better never than late?
I was late. He was going to absolutely kill me. He’d bring me back, he’d hurt me. He wouldn’t let anyone hear my screams. I was going to die. And I was going to die for being only five minutes late. It was only because I was doing my makeup how he liked it. If I didn’t, I would have been hit harder for going out in public like an abomination.
I’m not sure what to think. She is late and we have only been together on one occasion.
Do I love her? I think I do, but this could get out of hand quickly. I’m not even sure I want children;Not this situation, not this way
Late night last night
Since sleeping though
I’ve woken to the day
Eyes rubbed hands wet
Pure water splashed
Across my face and neck
Shocked and jolted
Back the life
I seeming briefly left
A something more
Than second passed
From yester’s slumber’s breath
I do not know
Whether this wake
Was to my benefit
The world seems still
The same it was
I’d better sleep on it
I hate being late. There is nothing that people dread more it seems. It can be informal or fashionable though, after all, late is but a matter of perspective. I vote we learn to own it. Find pride in our imperfect timing and the battle against the movement of the hand on a clock. Learn to race with timing and make “late” our own statement, giving a middle finger to societies bustle.
It’s too late. We’ve been in this place before.
He’s too late. Should’ve seen it coming.
The world is slowing down.
Everything in slow motion.
The world is too late.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe I’m too late.
Late…
Late..
Late.
What is the definition?
I’m sick.
I’m falling.
They’re too late.
I hear a ringing in my ears.
I hear people screaming.
Why?
I feel happy.
Maybe it”s because I knew this would happen.
Did he know?
Did they realize?
I hate when someones late. expecally when you are waiting around for them. being late isnt only annoying, its inconvieniot too. although I find myself late often.. i still hate when someones late ;)
This divorce is coming late. It should have come in fourth grade. I’m in eleventh grade. And for some reason, it still hurts. I’d like to avoid the situation. Happy thanksgiving from the family? Whatever.
After much thought I am here to tell you.
A wizard is never late, nor is he or she early, they arrive precisely when they mean to.
I was late to eat the blundebuss coming at me at the speed of light. Amazing dolphins trying to overdose on Ibogaine tried to rescue me. It was to late. Trapped under ice.
He could not believe how late it was, the fight couldn’t have lasted that long, could it? As Yuri looked around he saw the corpses of many of his comrades and enemies, there was not much to tell apart the mutilated bodies besides the colors of red and gold.
I’m never late
This morning I got up late. I needed more sleep.
He always was. It was useless. Nothing mattered enough for him to show up on time. He didn’t care enough; didn’t matter enough.
I hate being late
TEachers get mad
I get mad if people are late
It creates an unstable flow
And can loosen the trust between people if you are late a lot, because then you cannot count on the person who is late.
It’ just to late for your love. Please try another time. Then I going to love you for a lifetime. Not at this moment, dear Not at this moment
It is never to late to tell someone how much you love them. It is, however, really difficult to let the feelings out. It is hard to look at someone at the eye, open your heart and not feel the fear of rejection. I would just like to say it out loud, how much i love C. I would love to look him in the eye, kiss him, and I would love him just as I feel right now. I would love to say so many things that I will never say, because I’m not brave enough, because I know I will be rejected. I just… can’t help loving him.
The moon is like a cabaret singer, oh so pretty in her sparkly black dress
She sings a song of crickets, wind and birdies with such finesse
It is late, it is the night.
I don’t care about being late for things. I feel like I was born late, though. Late. Or maybe too early. I don’t think I was born in the right time. I’m too young. Or too old? I’m not sure. But it’s wrong.
Late nights are often the best nights.
The ones where you walk around out on the town with your mates, albeit a bit drunk.
Or the ones were you meet that special person that’ll change your life.. (or persons..)
the opposite of early it is when you are late and eberybody shuns you because aliens dont wear hats but they do eat purpe pancakes. My friend said zwebras across the horizon but i think chantolopes are actually across the verticle line, because my hairs in the pie brian. part of me is inside of you do you feel me brian do you feel me inside of you. of you got some pie can i have some cool vwhip. cool whip cool vwhip cool whip cool vwhip cool whip cool vwhip cool whip cool vwhip YOURE EATING HAIR *SPITS!*
It’s already getting late, but we won’t stop. We’ll keep on doing whatever we like. ‘Cause the night’s still young and beautiful. And we’ll make great memories.
Time ticks by,
second by second it slips away
Waiting for nothing but itself
catch it up or leave it there
catch it up or fall behind
catch it up or be too late.
not early i waas late once and got in trouble by my mom who hats cows because she is mean and my dad is a ostrich and idk what im writing because i only have 60 seconds to write this and im gonna be late for work towmarrow idk when time is up i think im halucinationg zwebras across the horizon..,… i like ducks
when is up?!?!?!!?!?!?
Never is late. Sometimes you think that because you didnt do something, now it isnt the time for do it. But why? Why humans are like that? So negative.. So silly.. Its a huge mistake. And i wish some day, people realice that WE are the ones who have the power to change things, and to progresate
It’s rather late that my step or is it half? How does that work? Well it’s rather late that my brother Mike put up the family photos. Not late for me but late for my mother who wold have loved to have seen them. Late for us who could have used physical support in the way of photos and tangible evidence of a family never met, never seen, just out there.
It is too late to tell my mother about all my pain. I have cut myself and as hard as i try to tell someone i just cant. My life has gotten too far into the pain and now i rely on it and cant get away.
I was late for Thanksgiving dinner, but Chad didn’t mind. He pulled up a spare chair for me, the half-eaten turkey waiting for me to demolish it further.
“I’m sorry,” I said as he started loading my plate with goodies.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, smiling. “I know it’s tough for you right now.”
The mashed potatoes were sticky with gravy and I savored every bite. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Ron.”
Its the late season of fall and with it comes colors. Colors of trust ; mistrust, warmth, comfort. When is there going to be a early season of late bloomers. Late bloomers who want to be free of social awarness. Its killing them to know that in the late season of fall they will never be early enough to make it. You’re LATE.
never going to get there and it seems like the world ends when you are late. I am late sometimes and it sucks but even when you are late it doesn’t matter because you got there. better late than never.
Oh god I was so late. The meeting was at 2:00 and it was 1:45 now. I still had to get dressed and eat and I have the worst headache. I told blaine we shouldn’t have gone drinking last night!
late is the word that means that you are not on time. This is an element of time, It signifies the punctuality of a person
It can also mean posthumously.
or that you or given person is/are dead.
I can’t believe I am allllways late. Late for school, late for work, late for menstruating. It’ a fucking pain. All I ever hear from people is “why are you late again?” … “can’t you just arrive on time, ONCE?” Late late late just like the bunny in Alice in Wonderland
I’m late. Always. I set alarms, have check in’s, but i’m still always late. People say that it’s better late than sorry, but i don’t believe that. Being late is sorry. Ever heard of fashionably late? Yeah I created that.
I’m always late for everything i do. Getting ready takes time. My mother yells that we’ll never be on time because me of, when reality is, being late is okay. Have you ever heard of fashionable late? Yeah i invented that.
I have been late for dinner. Restaurant was empty. I lost my chance. I never said goodbye.
You where late. I waited for hours out in the cold. It started to get dark but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I needed to see you. I needed to know you still cared. I fell asleep under the moonlight of that mid-summer night but you where fast asleep in your bed with her. Some one new. Someone better. That’s why you where late.
it’s too late for you to come on your white horse in the silver armor to sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset
it’s too late for you to take back everything you said
it’s too late to help me, now
it’s too late
too late
too late
not soon enough