I was walking down the road looking for my lenses. I was positive I had left them here last night. Right? I mean, shouldn’t I be able to remember at what point the world became blurry? Although. I mean. It had become blurry before that for other reasons.
The lens was the size of an elephant. Okay, maybe not an elephant, but she certainly felt dwarfed beside it. It swung around, bringing a pillar of light into the never ending darkness above the ocean’s tumultuous waves.
The lens of the camera is broken. I can’t take any pictures, and there’s no proof that we were ever best friends. Ah well, doesn’t matter, we aren’t really friends anymore anyway/
he looked at her through the camera lens. she was beautiful– soft, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes that peered into your soul when she looked at you. ‘I made a terrible mistake,” he said. “Have you ever felt crazy because you thought you were making the right decision by ignoring your feelings and moving forward, only to realize that you didn’ an
My lens sees everything. I see through things, into things, all things. I see through weakness, I see through fear, I see through confidence and happiness. Nothing can hide from me. Nothing except my own heart.
Everyone has a lens. Not just in their eye but in their soul. We see things and life through a lens that our past experiences have created for us and that causes us to react in the ways we do. Our hearts lens.
as she looked at her glasses the lens started to twist n turn moving out of the ordinary soon the lens began to grow twist n turn until it surrounded her
ooh, my first pair of contact lenses came to me in 7th grade i think. my sister got hers later and i think she was always annoyed that i got to wear them first, despite her having glasses much earlier in life than i. oh, well. it’s all the same now. what difference does it make now…the experiences we had when we were younger, whether it was jealousy or a sense of security?
I looked through the lens and was horrified by what I saw. The woman that I had been watching for years now, in the building across from mine on the strip in New York, was being held down. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth and she was bleeding down her back…He beat me to it.
Blue to Green, then back to Grey. It was one of those minor details he tended to notice about people. He would absorb the semblance of their eyes, those obscure splashes of colour that defined everything. He knew that without that double convex lens, the entirety of the world would lack the power it normally conveyed.
today i was reading on the my life is average page it made me LOL when i saw one thatsaid “my mum said that it would be awesome if someone had two monacles..then i informed her that they would be glasses.” woo.
lens. you just gave me this word. i wrote about how lens reminded me of glasses which reminded me of a new glass table that i imagined in our new house, which we moved to because of the public high schools. fun?
glasses
glass
new table
moving
new high school
new people
exchange student? hopefully
won’t be that hard, its just school, right?
but high schoool. holyshit. i can do this
I see your soul through the lens of my heart. Your purity, your gentle kindness. It fills me with love that cannot be destroyed. I see you with the lens of my heart.
the glasses were big and round, much like harry potter’s. the frame’s were broken, from the day after he got them when he tripped over his own two feet and cracked them. his mother told him he couldn’t get another pair after that, they were expensive to begin with and they didn’t have money for another pair. he’d been living with cracks in the frames, and twists in the lens.
the lenses of his glasses were thick and warped the image of his eyes stretching them to an uncanny size, so that she could see the tears welling up in the bottom of them from far across the room
they are used in eyes and in contacts they help you see and they change the lives of humans everyday by bringing the beautys of the world clear to those who can not see them naturally
She can see everything through this lens. The things that the others can’t see – wouldn’t see, really – everything she knew to be true. The lens was more than a glass circle: it was a portal.
I’ve been seeing through a lens this whole day. I wore my contact lenses and I had my photography seminar. I hope I could enhance my skills in looking through lenses.
And then with a loud crack the camera fell upon the ground cracking the lens and causing her to scream at a decibel able to shatter the window panes beside her.
As I was walking down the street with my brand new camera, I had noticed something utterly horrible. I had only brought my fisheye lens. I looked through the lens to notice that everything I saw had become underwater, is that crazy, looking through a lens made the land under the sea?
I don’t know what to say about lens that isn’t a trite statement about my lens verses your lens, his lens her lens. The word looks strange to me, like it wants to spell “ions” and maybe then morph into “eons”.
I shoved the glasses in my pocket, showing them all that I meant business indeed. But really I just didn’t want to see anything clearly as I did this. Inside I was more frightened than any of them.
With my lens you can tell that everything isn’t as bad as it seems. Most things have good to them, and some bad things aren’t just evil. We can all have a better time if we just try; we can all get along if we just relax. Anything is possible if you just believe in yourself and have strong will.
I looked through a lens once – it was a lense on a kaliedoscope and I saw all sorts of colours and shapes. It was so beautiful. It kind of reminded me of a butterfly.
Contact lens. I wear them when I go running but after a few hours they stop feeling comfortable. They are suppose to help me see the world but they just make it harder. There’s no frame but the clarity isn’t there. Damn astigmatism.
A way for those with bad eyesight to see clearer, another type of lens is used for cameras
both bring a different perspective to the way we see the world
My doctor is a wizard who re-invented my lenses and made me see again. There’s no medical explanation. We love each other now because we’re the only ones who understand what it is to be inside a miracle and we keep it secret as a stone.
I looked out through the lens. The field was gorgeous, of course, but that wasn’t what I was supposed to observe. What I was looking at, however, was just as physically lovely, but absolutely frightening–Alysse and Dimitri. Together. The most fearful team I could imagine.
I was walking down the road looking for my lenses. I was positive I had left them here last night. Right? I mean, shouldn’t I be able to remember at what point the world became blurry? Although. I mean. It had become blurry before that for other reasons.
The lens was the size of an elephant. Okay, maybe not an elephant, but she certainly felt dwarfed beside it. It swung around, bringing a pillar of light into the never ending darkness above the ocean’s tumultuous waves.
The lens of the camera is broken. I can’t take any pictures, and there’s no proof that we were ever best friends. Ah well, doesn’t matter, we aren’t really friends anymore anyway/
he looked at her through the camera lens. she was beautiful– soft, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes that peered into your soul when she looked at you. ‘I made a terrible mistake,” he said. “Have you ever felt crazy because you thought you were making the right decision by ignoring your feelings and moving forward, only to realize that you didn’ an
My lens sees everything. I see through things, into things, all things. I see through weakness, I see through fear, I see through confidence and happiness. Nothing can hide from me. Nothing except my own heart.
Everyone has a lens. Not just in their eye but in their soul. We see things and life through a lens that our past experiences have created for us and that causes us to react in the ways we do. Our hearts lens.
He looks silly with the lens missing from his glasses. “It could be anywhere,” he tells me, nonchalant.
as she looked at her glasses the lens started to twist n turn moving out of the ordinary soon the lens began to grow twist n turn until it surrounded her
ooh, my first pair of contact lenses came to me in 7th grade i think. my sister got hers later and i think she was always annoyed that i got to wear them first, despite her having glasses much earlier in life than i. oh, well. it’s all the same now. what difference does it make now…the experiences we had when we were younger, whether it was jealousy or a sense of security?
I looked through the lens and was horrified by what I saw. The woman that I had been watching for years now, in the building across from mine on the strip in New York, was being held down. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth and she was bleeding down her back…He beat me to it.
Eyeglasses are helpful.
the lens sees the present, future, past. the lens offers clarity. it can create a new dimension. it can be clouded. lenses offer the truth.
Blue to Green, then back to Grey. It was one of those minor details he tended to notice about people. He would absorb the semblance of their eyes, those obscure splashes of colour that defined everything. He knew that without that double convex lens, the entirety of the world would lack the power it normally conveyed.
today i was reading on the my life is average page it made me LOL when i saw one thatsaid “my mum said that it would be awesome if someone had two monacles..then i informed her that they would be glasses.” woo.
I take out my camera, and point it at him. He frowns at first. Then a slow smile creeps onto his face. Love, candidly.
I see life as if I was looking through a lens whether it be that of a camera or glasses. Things are not always clear. But I don’t mind.
through the lenses the world appeared smudged.
the sun had a ghostly luminescence
and in the air floated strange creatures
this is the third time i’ve been given lens. its a good, crisp word. not gonna lie.
lens. you just gave me this word. i wrote about how lens reminded me of glasses which reminded me of a new glass table that i imagined in our new house, which we moved to because of the public high schools. fun?
glasses
glass
new table
moving
new high school
new people
exchange student? hopefully
won’t be that hard, its just school, right?
but high schoool. holyshit. i can do this
I see your soul through the lens of my heart. Your purity, your gentle kindness. It fills me with love that cannot be destroyed. I see you with the lens of my heart.
the glasses were big and round, much like harry potter’s. the frame’s were broken, from the day after he got them when he tripped over his own two feet and cracked them. his mother told him he couldn’t get another pair after that, they were expensive to begin with and they didn’t have money for another pair. he’d been living with cracks in the frames, and twists in the lens.
the lenses of his glasses were thick and warped the image of his eyes stretching them to an uncanny size, so that she could see the tears welling up in the bottom of them from far across the room
they are used in eyes and in contacts they help you see and they change the lives of humans everyday by bringing the beautys of the world clear to those who can not see them naturally
She can see everything through this lens. The things that the others can’t see – wouldn’t see, really – everything she knew to be true. The lens was more than a glass circle: it was a portal.
Lens ist kein Jens. Lens ist einer mit Durchblick. Polierte Brille, schicke Lederkleidung, nein, kein Leder, schwarze Lackklamotten, enganliegend …
I’ve been seeing through a lens this whole day. I wore my contact lenses and I had my photography seminar. I hope I could enhance my skills in looking through lenses.
Looking through a lens at life ends up making a person miss most everything around that might mean something in the long run.
Humph. Lens always sounds to me like it’s introducing a possession of a guy named Len.
And then with a loud crack the camera fell upon the ground cracking the lens and causing her to scream at a decibel able to shatter the window panes beside her.
As I was walking down the street with my brand new camera, I had noticed something utterly horrible. I had only brought my fisheye lens. I looked through the lens to notice that everything I saw had become underwater, is that crazy, looking through a lens made the land under the sea?
I don’t know what to say about lens that isn’t a trite statement about my lens verses your lens, his lens her lens. The word looks strange to me, like it wants to spell “ions” and maybe then morph into “eons”.
I guess I’m thinking about ions and eons.
I shoved the glasses in my pocket, showing them all that I meant business indeed. But really I just didn’t want to see anything clearly as I did this. Inside I was more frightened than any of them.
With my lens you can tell that everything isn’t as bad as it seems. Most things have good to them, and some bad things aren’t just evil. We can all have a better time if we just try; we can all get along if we just relax. Anything is possible if you just believe in yourself and have strong will.
I looked through a lens once – it was a lense on a kaliedoscope and I saw all sorts of colours and shapes. It was so beautiful. It kind of reminded me of a butterfly.
Contact lens. I wear them when I go running but after a few hours they stop feeling comfortable. They are suppose to help me see the world but they just make it harder. There’s no frame but the clarity isn’t there. Damn astigmatism.
A way for those with bad eyesight to see clearer, another type of lens is used for cameras
both bring a different perspective to the way we see the world
My doctor is a wizard who re-invented my lenses and made me see again. There’s no medical explanation. We love each other now because we’re the only ones who understand what it is to be inside a miracle and we keep it secret as a stone.
lens of an hour glass stay tuned into you
but you don’t see clearly your vision has been skewed.
I looked out through the lens. The field was gorgeous, of course, but that wasn’t what I was supposed to observe. What I was looking at, however, was just as physically lovely, but absolutely frightening–Alysse and Dimitri. Together. The most fearful team I could imagine.