I tried to make everything I ever wanted work. But it didn’t. You can’t make the things you want you just have to let them happen. Let the signs come, let the tears roll, let the laughs and inside jokes be retold. Happening versus making it what life is all about.
I made things all the time when I was younger. I don’t know when I stopped, but I realized the other day when I was in the mall with Jeremy that I hadn’t ever made anything with my own hands since I was in middle school.
making the family believe i actually care about their trivial tendencies is an interesting experience. I’m at a loss as to why i return home once a week to play a part in their quasi- yet never attainable view of perfection.
He made us for a reason. Each and every one of us has a purpose. He created the heavens and the earth, just for us. What more can we ask of him. We were made to be loved and to love him.
How were things made? What are things made of? Were they made for our enjoyment? Our pleasure? Or for a greater purpose? I think it’s both. For our eyes to see and our hearts to enjoy, and for some even greater purpose.
People often dwell, lingering on all the faults to the creature they’ve made. Breed and raised out of shire ignorance, a diamond amongst graphite is born.
initially, the appearance rendered simply on the aesthetically pleasing receptors. subconsciously however, it grew at an exponential rate and carried with it an ever increasing weight. an unstoppable, transforming amalgam of emotional torture, the brain could not extinguish or extract the idea, the virulent notion implanted in the mind.
After carefully constructing the artwork, she reclined in her chair to admire her master piece. Smiling to herself she carefully traced the outline of her picture she made, after many hours.
I made COOKIES…yes, I realize I baked them…but I fucking MADE them. No, you don’t understand. Those cookies are the fucking bomb! Triple choco-choco chocolate chip fudge cookies. No, you can’t have any!
I want to be made into a Reality TV star. The TV show could do this for me. I would get both just by being selected. I would need to learn how to be more sexually promiscuous, and bitchy. Snooki could help me with this. She could be my coach.
Made in china why is everything made in china! I wonder if there was a war we couldn’t fight against china because all our pants are made there and we would fight with no pants and that would be disturbing very disturbing. I like the fat that that everything is made in china because there a lot of jokes that can come out of it like some of the things I just said. I once found a glass that said made in Japan and I thought! Oh my gosh its not made in china!
Made? I don’t know what to say? 60 seconds? That’s almost no time at all!! I’m at a loss for words, and I’m stuck rambling!!! D:
What to say, What to say!?
I made bacon and eggs the other day, sunny side up with toast, and breakfast sausages. Suddenly a strange urge overcame me, and I threw the meal in my sisters face, “haha” I exclaimed, with the yoke dripping down her face like yellow rubber tears, trickling down her demented smile.
you made me write this.
controlling my fingers,
making them tear at the key board.
sixty seconds on the clock !
you yell,
the times fading away
and so is my skeleton.
Make it up as you go along. Make money to make a living, and make something of yourself.
We’re always making something, we just have to make sure we made it all right.
I was made for a reason, I have a place in this world. I was created, I was made. I was put here so that I could be in other people’s lives. I only hope my effect on other people is positive. This is what I was made for; I don’t want to mess this up.
“I made something in our relationship”
“What is it?”
“I made something that we both cant see but feel”
“Soooo -confused-…….is it magic?”
“Actually it kind is but—-”
“Then?”
“Its love.”
I made myself a home. It was cold and old and beaten down, but that was okay because it was mine. I never thought that you would take something so unappealing from me.
i wish i would have made things different in the relationships i’ve been in in my life. i wish i would have made the effort with my family and friends, and in my personal life instead of blaming it on others. you are made, you don’t become. you make yourself. others cannot make you only you can make yourself.
I set down the little sculpture. It was awful, but at least I made it. Maybe it would be enough for a passing grade, at least. I looked at it again, wincing slightly. I never was much of an artist and this proved it. I would, I vowed, stick to the stage from then on.
I make stuff all the time. its really the only thing im good at. Even when I was little I made random stuff. I dont know what else to say.. made is the past-tense of “make”. and thats pretty much it.
I made a cake today, or at least I tried to. I stared unbelievingly at the dilapidated lump of half-risen batter on the kitchen table and tried to remember where I went wrong.
Take something out of the earth and make it into a manmade monstrosity. In an age of creation and invention, it is time for us to make something that can destroy the world. That would be a change in pace.
i made a hundred dollars once, it was hard to earn but my mouth will never be the same. it kind swells than it pops is that a problem with you. I would say not seeing that its my problem and not yours, but thats the mistake I made.
made in heaven. made for each other. made it big. made of cliches and worn out dreams. made real, made believe. made sense. made new.
made a difference?
yes.
“She made me do it!” “Do what? I didn’t make you do anything,” I rolled my eyes. “No, I wouldn’t have gone into that forest if you hadn’t gotten lost. Idiot…” “Oh really? Then you should have just left me to die,” I stalked out of the room, making my footsteps audible to them all.
no no no i already did this one. but okay here goes. i felt like i had everything made. he was perfect and i was so happy and then it all got ruined. and fairytale made isnt the same as everyday made. we werent perfect, or made for eachtoher. we were just… there. and that sucks. hes still the love of my life, and he has her. not made, not made at all. but at the same time i still want it back to the way it was. everything needs to be made into the way it was before. then ill be happy again. one more time. hes coming by tonight maybe things will change.
its time to get made. y’know like the mtv show. i used to wish i was on that. or you could totally put this in the hes made for you scenario. you know? like, hes perfect in every way and
I had almost got it made. I thought I had it, I was almost positive and if I had been a betting man I would have given up all my money for this. But somewhere in the last stretch, that final straight that had be seeing gold, they overtook me.
I made myself a sandwich today. Roast beef, provolone, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise. What can be better? Nothing. That’s what. I made that sandwich and in turn, that sandwich made my day.
i want to be made into a hampster. all shiny and white. those things are awesome….yeah. anyway about being made… is that like being a made man? or a made woman? …did they even have made women? and for that matter who are they?
I tried to make everything I ever wanted work. But it didn’t. You can’t make the things you want you just have to let them happen. Let the signs come, let the tears roll, let the laughs and inside jokes be retold. Happening versus making it what life is all about.
I made things all the time when I was younger. I don’t know when I stopped, but I realized the other day when I was in the mall with Jeremy that I hadn’t ever made anything with my own hands since I was in middle school.
making the family believe i actually care about their trivial tendencies is an interesting experience. I’m at a loss as to why i return home once a week to play a part in their quasi- yet never attainable view of perfection.
He made us for a reason. Each and every one of us has a purpose. He created the heavens and the earth, just for us. What more can we ask of him. We were made to be loved and to love him.
in china, bangladesh, indonesia, you name it. it SUCKS, this abuse of cheap labor. Stop. Now.
How were things made? What are things made of? Were they made for our enjoyment? Our pleasure? Or for a greater purpose? I think it’s both. For our eyes to see and our hearts to enjoy, and for some even greater purpose.
People often dwell, lingering on all the faults to the creature they’ve made. Breed and raised out of shire ignorance, a diamond amongst graphite is born.
initially, the appearance rendered simply on the aesthetically pleasing receptors. subconsciously however, it grew at an exponential rate and carried with it an ever increasing weight. an unstoppable, transforming amalgam of emotional torture, the brain could not extinguish or extract the idea, the virulent notion implanted in the mind.
After carefully constructing the artwork, she reclined in her chair to admire her master piece. Smiling to herself she carefully traced the outline of her picture she made, after many hours.
made for one another to complete the two halves that we both are. made to live and love the life we possess and create each day together; for always.
I made COOKIES…yes, I realize I baked them…but I fucking MADE them. No, you don’t understand. Those cookies are the fucking bomb! Triple choco-choco chocolate chip fudge cookies. No, you can’t have any!
I want to be made into a Reality TV star. The TV show could do this for me. I would get both just by being selected. I would need to learn how to be more sexually promiscuous, and bitchy. Snooki could help me with this. She could be my coach.
Made in china why is everything made in china! I wonder if there was a war we couldn’t fight against china because all our pants are made there and we would fight with no pants and that would be disturbing very disturbing. I like the fat that that everything is made in china because there a lot of jokes that can come out of it like some of the things I just said. I once found a glass that said made in Japan and I thought! Oh my gosh its not made in china!
Made? I don’t know what to say? 60 seconds? That’s almost no time at all!! I’m at a loss for words, and I’m stuck rambling!!! D:
What to say, What to say!?
I made bacon and eggs the other day, sunny side up with toast, and breakfast sausages. Suddenly a strange urge overcame me, and I threw the meal in my sisters face, “haha” I exclaimed, with the yoke dripping down her face like yellow rubber tears, trickling down her demented smile.
you made me write this.
controlling my fingers,
making them tear at the key board.
sixty seconds on the clock !
you yell,
the times fading away
and so is my skeleton.
Make it up as you go along. Make money to make a living, and make something of yourself.
We’re always making something, we just have to make sure we made it all right.
I was made for a reason, I have a place in this world. I was created, I was made. I was put here so that I could be in other people’s lives. I only hope my effect on other people is positive. This is what I was made for; I don’t want to mess this up.
“I made something in our relationship”
“What is it?”
“I made something that we both cant see but feel”
“Soooo -confused-…….is it magic?”
“Actually it kind is but—-”
“Then?”
“Its love.”
i made several things i regreat but i made a lot of friends and memories
I made myself a home. It was cold and old and beaten down, but that was okay because it was mine. I never thought that you would take something so unappealing from me.
And yes, I made this abomination we now call world. I wish you’d stop blaming me for your life, but it is done. So live and be free.
I made it,. just kept on trying and then i got it, i made it finally, what an effort but worth it.
i wish i would have made things different in the relationships i’ve been in in my life. i wish i would have made the effort with my family and friends, and in my personal life instead of blaming it on others. you are made, you don’t become. you make yourself. others cannot make you only you can make yourself.
I set down the little sculpture. It was awful, but at least I made it. Maybe it would be enough for a passing grade, at least. I looked at it again, wincing slightly. I never was much of an artist and this proved it. I would, I vowed, stick to the stage from then on.
We got it made babe. We met by complete and utter chance, our meeting was SO unlikely, and now you’re the only good thing in my life.
I make stuff all the time. its really the only thing im good at. Even when I was little I made random stuff. I dont know what else to say.. made is the past-tense of “make”. and thats pretty much it.
I made a cake today, or at least I tried to. I stared unbelievingly at the dilapidated lump of half-risen batter on the kitchen table and tried to remember where I went wrong.
Take something out of the earth and make it into a manmade monstrosity. In an age of creation and invention, it is time for us to make something that can destroy the world. That would be a change in pace.
i made a hundred dollars once, it was hard to earn but my mouth will never be the same. it kind swells than it pops is that a problem with you. I would say not seeing that its my problem and not yours, but thats the mistake I made.
made in heaven. made for each other. made it big. made of cliches and worn out dreams. made real, made believe. made sense. made new.
made a difference?
yes.
“She made me do it!” “Do what? I didn’t make you do anything,” I rolled my eyes. “No, I wouldn’t have gone into that forest if you hadn’t gotten lost. Idiot…” “Oh really? Then you should have just left me to die,” I stalked out of the room, making my footsteps audible to them all.
When you make something up (:
you ‘made’ it.
A TV show about your dreams coming trueee!
Made made made!
I made a cookie (:
Something you ‘made’ up
amazing word tbf
couldn’t live without it :)
no no no i already did this one. but okay here goes. i felt like i had everything made. he was perfect and i was so happy and then it all got ruined. and fairytale made isnt the same as everyday made. we werent perfect, or made for eachtoher. we were just… there. and that sucks. hes still the love of my life, and he has her. not made, not made at all. but at the same time i still want it back to the way it was. everything needs to be made into the way it was before. then ill be happy again. one more time. hes coming by tonight maybe things will change.
I made a mistake. I never should have trusted her.
its time to get made. y’know like the mtv show. i used to wish i was on that. or you could totally put this in the hes made for you scenario. you know? like, hes perfect in every way and
Made/maid
Dismayed
unmade
man-made
look for the union label
made in America or china or taiwan
I had almost got it made. I thought I had it, I was almost positive and if I had been a betting man I would have given up all my money for this. But somewhere in the last stretch, that final straight that had be seeing gold, they overtook me.
I made myself a sandwich today. Roast beef, provolone, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise. What can be better? Nothing. That’s what. I made that sandwich and in turn, that sandwich made my day.
i want to be made into a hampster. all shiny and white. those things are awesome….yeah. anyway about being made… is that like being a made man? or a made woman? …did they even have made women? and for that matter who are they?