one more… just one more try at it. must get better, faster, more accurate… more… artistic. this is the only thing i can do now, breathe, focus, think, feel… live. live this moment, live this task, live… this life. it’s the only way, i’ll ever get to where you are.
Balanced. True. Honest. Tell me what you really think of me. Level with me. Is this picture level? What about my new shelves? If I put a marble on one end, will it roll to the other? What is sea level? Tide comes in and goes out…
hand me the level, the carpenter barked. I knew it wouldn’t do him any good. that guy wouldn’t know plumb if it took a crap in the bed of his truck. not even if he wasn’t stoned, which this sad sack was nearly all the time. why is it so hard to find a decent subcontractor?
My classroom is on the fifth level. It’s where I spend eighty percent of every day, where I hang out and chill and escape from chores by attending school.
My home is on the fifth floor. Normally, we take a lift up, but sometimes I like to do the stairs – it keeps me nice and healthy, and anyway I get to avoid the random drunks and weirdos who take the lift.
it’s what certain people strive to or a certain place on a building or something you strive for when you’re trying to hang a picture or shelving. Also what you want your head to be in a tough situation.
I’m not on her level. Why Lebron is playing at another level. What are these levels? Why is everything hierarchical? Why does a “level” playing field not exist? I’d like to see someone at my level. I don’t even know what level I’m on.
level.. there are so many levels in so many things. can you reach the highest one? or maybe the most level one..all I know is that for one thing, I have a level 80 druid.
I’d like to be at a higher level than I am, somewhere beyond what I know, beyond who I am beyond what I’ve seen. I’ll keep going, I’ll keep striving, I’ll keep fighting until I get there and I know I will, I will not be denied I will not be derailed I will not be distracted I’m going I’m on my way I’ll keep on
If life was a game.. What level would you be at? What would contribute to the level? The certificates that are hanging on your bedroom wall? or is it the many friends that you have at your beck and call? How about the money in your wallet or bank? Or how many helpless people you helped cross the road?
Hüpfen. Weiter. Rennen. Springen. Jumpen, wie man es auch nennt. Immer weiter. Bausteine aufeinander schichten, sich gar nicht auf das wieso konzentrieren sondern auf das dass.
Gewinnen wollen. Alles um sich herum vergessen können. Wie sehnt man es manchmal herbei. Und dabei ist es nur ein Spiel auf einem tragbaren Computer. Aber es macht Spaß.
everybody asked..what level you are at.,..
level in career..level in life….but what sort of crap is this….coz in the answer the people always judge your lavel with their level…if they can even understand what is meant by “level”…how boring…
just stick to what you are and don compare…
I am on a different level than everyone else. That is not necessarily a good thing. Sometimes I am on a completely higher level (not drug induced) and sometimes I am on a lower level. It comes and goes with the days…
level with me. just tell me how it is. don’t give me all that bullshit that you think I want to hear. I don’t. I would rather hear the raw truth. Your feelings. Your thoughts. Level with me. Don’t hide behind your glossy words anymore. Just be honest.
there was nothing i could do with him. he didn’t want to go past a certain level of friendliness, and i didn’t want him to think that i was desperate. As i watched silently, he backed away and disappeared in the cold fog for good.
The level I aspire to is beyond the reach of a rocket, within the scope of a hopping ant, near the height of a dancing dinosaur, around the edge of a frantic accident, below the needs of a happy glacier, and just close enough to be unaccessibly adorable.
My level of anxiety has skyrocketed lately. I can’t concentrate and I’m scurrying to keep up with my responsibilities. I have a new diagnosis that has changed my life and I fear I’m changed forever and not the person I once was.
hi, how are you? i hope you’re doing fine cos i’m not. so do you want to meet up for lunch someday? but maybe no cos i’m pretty busy these few days so maybe we can meet sometime during the holidays?
Level is derived from tha latin meaning ‘to levify’. Sometimes pictures on walls aren’t level and that bothers people, but it doesn’t bother me. I actually kind of like it when pictures on walls aren’t level. It gives the house/apartment/place more individuality. Ninety people can have that picture, but as long as it’s a little crooked in your house you’re unique.
On the 66th level, sits Satan and God, playing a nice game of virgin poker. The chips: Virgins, the odds: Heaven or Hell. Satan throws in icing sugar, because as much as it is evil, its part of every silver lining.
too high, can’t reach it it’s just too much to think about right now.
life’s limits are really endless but to reach where u want to be requires courage, strength and faith in your own potential ability!
generally a level is something to be reached in a given time, or as fast as possible. but this rarely happens and when it does is a great feat to be celebrated when succeeded.
in this leve of tranquility i dwell i muse about such morose feelings .. this level that i barely can expalin but wish i could stay on for such a long time. i’m smitten at this level of mine, consistently i wish i could attain
level best and level is the singular one that is always coing back to the same place. I am a lvel bastard and that is on the level and yo ucan level with me and do not think that level is enough because it isnt.
How many levels I can go up in life? There is only so many levels that I can go up. I have to think about how it would feel to go down too. I must stay humble, grounded and down-to-earth.
level one two three. if you have one heart they are your friend. if you have two hearts they like you somewhat better than a friend. if you have three hearts they like you (as in lover…)
she sat down, level with his eyes, and stared. she didn’t know what to think, couldn’t think.
“i’m sorry.”
“i know.”
and that was that. he slowly stood, faced the door, and almost had to wipe a tear. almost.
there are many different levels in the mind
owls
it’s one of those words that you can write forwards or backwards, a palindrome, i always think of that when i write it down
i like the way it looks in cursive
concrete, you have to level it
i think of college?
rhymes with neville
as in
one level for all would be great–you think–until you realize that means efforts, talent, experience all count for nothing… and it would not do much for the view either!
There are so many.
Think about it.
Virgina is staring at me.
Eek.
Now she is giving me the finger.
Ouch.
one more… just one more try at it. must get better, faster, more accurate… more… artistic. this is the only thing i can do now, breathe, focus, think, feel… live. live this moment, live this task, live… this life. it’s the only way, i’ll ever get to where you are.
There are 12 levels for this building , but climbing it makes it seem like there are 80 levels.
There are 12 levels for this building , but climbing it makes it seem like there are 80 levels.
level. lots of levels in buildings in New York. I want to live there. someday i will….
Balanced. True. Honest. Tell me what you really think of me. Level with me. Is this picture level? What about my new shelves? If I put a marble on one end, will it roll to the other? What is sea level? Tide comes in and goes out…
she wonder if they’re on the same level as each other
everything seems so perfect now
balanced
she wishes for things to stay the way it is
the playingfeild that is right ?cos if it aint ,and most of the time it is sloping either one way or another so make t6he best
hand me the level, the carpenter barked. I knew it wouldn’t do him any good. that guy wouldn’t know plumb if it took a crap in the bed of his truck. not even if he wasn’t stoned, which this sad sack was nearly all the time. why is it so hard to find a decent subcontractor?
My life seems to revolve around the fifth level.
My classroom is on the fifth level. It’s where I spend eighty percent of every day, where I hang out and chill and escape from chores by attending school.
My home is on the fifth floor. Normally, we take a lift up, but sometimes I like to do the stairs – it keeps me nice and healthy, and anyway I get to avoid the random drunks and weirdos who take the lift.
it’s what certain people strive to or a certain place on a building or something you strive for when you’re trying to hang a picture or shelving. Also what you want your head to be in a tough situation.
I’m not on her level. Why Lebron is playing at another level. What are these levels? Why is everything hierarchical? Why does a “level” playing field not exist? I’d like to see someone at my level. I don’t even know what level I’m on.
what is my level on love? i cant learn if i keep on going. shold i stop
level.. there are so many levels in so many things. can you reach the highest one? or maybe the most level one..all I know is that for one thing, I have a level 80 druid.
I’d like to be at a higher level than I am, somewhere beyond what I know, beyond who I am beyond what I’ve seen. I’ll keep going, I’ll keep striving, I’ll keep fighting until I get there and I know I will, I will not be denied I will not be derailed I will not be distracted I’m going I’m on my way I’ll keep on
If life was a game.. What level would you be at? What would contribute to the level? The certificates that are hanging on your bedroom wall? or is it the many friends that you have at your beck and call? How about the money in your wallet or bank? Or how many helpless people you helped cross the road?
Hüpfen. Weiter. Rennen. Springen. Jumpen, wie man es auch nennt. Immer weiter. Bausteine aufeinander schichten, sich gar nicht auf das wieso konzentrieren sondern auf das dass.
Gewinnen wollen. Alles um sich herum vergessen können. Wie sehnt man es manchmal herbei. Und dabei ist es nur ein Spiel auf einem tragbaren Computer. Aber es macht Spaß.
you find out the damn princess is in the other castle, super mario.
the level leveled the leveler linking Lowrance and Laina lusciously and languidly I language lifting the leveled leveler.
everybody asked..what level you are at.,..
level in career..level in life….but what sort of crap is this….coz in the answer the people always judge your lavel with their level…if they can even understand what is meant by “level”…how boring…
just stick to what you are and don compare…
I am on a different level than everyone else. That is not necessarily a good thing. Sometimes I am on a completely higher level (not drug induced) and sometimes I am on a lower level. It comes and goes with the days…
this is how you define a child in their school . this is how you define your status its similar with status .
you should not stoop down to one’s level.
that act is so immature
level with me. just tell me how it is. don’t give me all that bullshit that you think I want to hear. I don’t. I would rather hear the raw truth. Your feelings. Your thoughts. Level with me. Don’t hide behind your glossy words anymore. Just be honest.
there was nothing i could do with him. he didn’t want to go past a certain level of friendliness, and i didn’t want him to think that i was desperate. As i watched silently, he backed away and disappeared in the cold fog for good.
The level I aspire to is beyond the reach of a rocket, within the scope of a hopping ant, near the height of a dancing dinosaur, around the edge of a frantic accident, below the needs of a happy glacier, and just close enough to be unaccessibly adorable.
My level of anxiety has skyrocketed lately. I can’t concentrate and I’m scurrying to keep up with my responsibilities. I have a new diagnosis that has changed my life and I fear I’m changed forever and not the person I once was.
hi, how are you? i hope you’re doing fine cos i’m not. so do you want to meet up for lunch someday? but maybe no cos i’m pretty busy these few days so maybe we can meet sometime during the holidays?
Level is derived from tha latin meaning ‘to levify’. Sometimes pictures on walls aren’t level and that bothers people, but it doesn’t bother me. I actually kind of like it when pictures on walls aren’t level. It gives the house/apartment/place more individuality. Ninety people can have that picture, but as long as it’s a little crooked in your house you’re unique.
On the 66th level, sits Satan and God, playing a nice game of virgin poker. The chips: Virgins, the odds: Heaven or Hell. Satan throws in icing sugar, because as much as it is evil, its part of every silver lining.
I am Swetha.
I am level 4.
I am from Canossa Convent Primary School
Bye Bye
Take Care
too high, can’t reach it it’s just too much to think about right now.
life’s limits are really endless but to reach where u want to be requires courage, strength and faith in your own potential ability!
generally a level is something to be reached in a given time, or as fast as possible. but this rarely happens and when it does is a great feat to be celebrated when succeeded.
i just outleveled him! his lina inverse is so gonna kill my centaur warchief now.
in this leve of tranquility i dwell i muse about such morose feelings .. this level that i barely can expalin but wish i could stay on for such a long time. i’m smitten at this level of mine, consistently i wish i could attain
level best and level is the singular one that is always coing back to the same place. I am a lvel bastard and that is on the level and yo ucan level with me and do not think that level is enough because it isnt.
it is the most amazing thing ever, nothing would ever be without it, it makes mankind mankind, resapawns forever…
How many levels I can go up in life? There is only so many levels that I can go up. I have to think about how it would feel to go down too. I must stay humble, grounded and down-to-earth.
level one two three. if you have one heart they are your friend. if you have two hearts they like you somewhat better than a friend. if you have three hearts they like you (as in lover…)
it’s hard getting more hearts after that.
she sat down, level with his eyes, and stared. she didn’t know what to think, couldn’t think.
“i’m sorry.”
“i know.”
and that was that. he slowly stood, faced the door, and almost had to wipe a tear. almost.
there are many different levels in the mind
owls
it’s one of those words that you can write forwards or backwards, a palindrome, i always think of that when i write it down
i like the way it looks in cursive
concrete, you have to level it
i think of college?
rhymes with neville
as in
one level for all would be great–you think–until you realize that means efforts, talent, experience all count for nothing… and it would not do much for the view either!