I once made a pie that tasted like carrot cake. I made it with my grandmother. Unfortunately she passed away. I loved her, no, still love her very much, -even though she always nagged me about the holes in my socks.
Made in the shade. What a cliche. But how could it be anything else? Have you ever tried to make something in the blistering hot sun? Impossible, I tell you! Nothing will be made now until
If this was a test prompt for some random writing test, i would have made a really bad grade on it…. haha i used the word made in my ramblings… everyone like this post if you like cookies!
made in the shade like pink lemonade. the made man, even he has to make a pee-pee sometimes. What did you make today? I made an ashtray out of playdough. My kid has no idea what an ashtray is.
It’s a huge debate between people, whether we were made or just sort of came into being on our own through evolution. It’s hard to say, and I don’t think we’ll all ever agree. It’s just not in the nature of people. But at least the conversation will never be dull.
He made me feel like squash. He made me feel like jelly. He made me feel like sick days that are needed and not wanted. He made me feel ugly and I wanted everyone to know.
It was then, they said, that men were made. In the battle field, the true test of courage. They had been told throughout their training that they wouldn’t know if they were man enough until they felt the bullets whizzing past their ears.
Daddy do you remember when I made you this? This badly construted card with very badly drawn pictures? I remember. I remember how much heart I put into it. I wanted you to know how much loved you and I still feel the same way today.
I wish i had it made. I wish i had everything i needed to succeed. Life is already so scary, why do i want to fail? i want to keep going to the future. I don’t want to be stuck. I wanna rock:]
ha
Made, I did this word yesterday didn’t I? Made the bed so now I must lie in it, made a beautiful apple pie like Snow White with crinkly edges and a butter brown crust. Made music, made love. Made it to the show on time. Made it in New York, lights shining like the moon.
I made whoopie today. It wasn’t as good as before, and frankly a tad boring. Why do we only remember the good times? Should we blame hormones? Is that why I still love her too?
He made me do it. She made me do it. You made me do it. They made me do it. Oh look what I’ve done now because of you. No one can make you do anything and it’s unjust to ever use someone else as an excuse for your shortcomings. Take responsibility for your own actions. When you break something, fix it. When you make a mistake, own up to it.
i made a cake today. it was big and chocolate. once i started decorating it however, i became dissatisfied. how could something look so good on a box up terrible in person? humans aren’t perfect creators.
I just made my first love love me back. He makes me more amazing then i could ever wish for and he loves me for me. he just made me better, made me realize myself and made me realize that i can love again.
It seemed to be tailor-made for her, this life that she was living. Everything about every moment was a learning experience, teaching her something important. Even the moments she wasn’t learning anything, she was still learning something. It was a paradox, but she had come to expect that by now.
When he made dinner, they ate macaroni and cheese with hot dogs mixed in. When she made dinner, they ate a balanced meal – a meat, a starch and a vegetable.
made is a shitty Tv show on MTV. They follow useless people and document their lives so 1. more useless people have something to relate to on TV or 2. less useless people can feel good about themselves when they see it.
I really hope this isn’t supposed to be super creative. I made a quote book earlier today along with a few bracelets. There also used to be a show on MTV called made which was pretty cool. Yeah, I’m super random and still don’t get the jist of this.
Some people say that God madethe Earth. But I don’t think that I believe it. I can’t seee him so why should I think that he exists? I don’t know. But I don’t know what made the Earth either.
I have written about this word a good three times now. Made is hardly all that interesting of a word. It’s hardly even the greatest word in the english language. How could it be? Other than the fact that it’s the past tense of a term to create…which in itself is usually rather interesting.
I made a book one day about some guy who made some other things. they made sexy time and thus made babies. it was pretty sweet. one of them was a hippopotamus. It was sick and then we got to pet one because it made me laugh.
I made a choice today. Instead of sitting here doing the same thing as I always do, I ran away to see something new. What I saw was different, unique, and special. It always feels good to come home though.
Today, I made a paper airplane. It flew so high in the air, that I couldn’t see it take off and fly to the moon. Afterwards, it picked up a few moon travelers, who were looking for a cheap and easy flight to get there. visiting family, they said. So, they hopped on the plane, and took off. But the plane took a wrong turn, and it crash landed in the ocean. “How will we ever survive!?” they yelled. But luckily, a dolphin came to save them just in time.
Made? What the hell i just had this word. I don’t get it. WTF??? It Def is confusing me yallllll….. Wtf. GETCHA GWAP UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I made you a picture
I made you a song
I made you my lover
I made you scream
I made you cry
I made you laugh
I made you me
I made you everything
I made you together
I made you my everything
I made you happy
well, i made this little piece of text from my Tmobile G1 which is a great phone btw for anyone who is wondering or thinking of getting one :D well idk what to write so i guess ill just finish by saying “shit, time is almost out!” cya!
Something about the way he made me feel was irrational at best, and disgusting at worst. He was basically my worst enemy, so how would the butterflies assaulting my stomach in the middle of a fight ever make sense?
I made myself stand up and run across the room, into her waiting arms. My mother laughed, smiling and twirling me around. She set me down, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.
“Julianne,” she murmured, brushing her lips across my forehead.
You made me. I once made you.
You would say, “Do you love me?”
I would say Yes. And I would ask
“Do you.”
You always looked down.
You always hesitated.
You always said yes.
It was something I thought she would appreciate. Every kid can buy their mother a necklace, or a bracelet, or something along those lines, but I took the effort to construct mine from macaroni and string. The light on her face when she received it was well worth the effort.
made rhymes with maid, which reminds me a lot about maid cafes. Maid cafes are really fun – there are really cute girls there who treat you like you’re a princess (or prince ^_^) They make yummy drinks and everything.
I once made a pie that tasted like carrot cake. I made it with my grandmother. Unfortunately she passed away. I loved her, no, still love her very much, -even though she always nagged me about the holes in my socks.
i made a cacke which was better than i though. chocolate on chocolate. that cake i made, made my day. made, madame, made, edam.
Made in the shade. What a cliche. But how could it be anything else? Have you ever tried to make something in the blistering hot sun? Impossible, I tell you! Nothing will be made now until
I already got this word today. Blast.
If this was a test prompt for some random writing test, i would have made a really bad grade on it…. haha i used the word made in my ramblings… everyone like this post if you like cookies!
they ask me if i’ve always been like this. if this is how i was made. if this is how i am supposed to be. to love her. to want her. to need her.
i want her. but i can’t want her.
was i made to love girls? or made to love boys? can’t i have been made to love both?
made.
this is it. the moment. everything’s stopped. everything’s still. the world has stopped moving. and everything is in place.
it’s made me who i am. it’s made me whole.
i can’t make it stop. i can’t make it still. i think. i feel. i love. because i’ve been made to.
made in the shade like pink lemonade. the made man, even he has to make a pee-pee sometimes. What did you make today? I made an ashtray out of playdough. My kid has no idea what an ashtray is.
I made a hat out of a newspaper. it was red. i gave it to my cousin.
It’s a huge debate between people, whether we were made or just sort of came into being on our own through evolution. It’s hard to say, and I don’t think we’ll all ever agree. It’s just not in the nature of people. But at least the conversation will never be dull.
He made me feel like squash. He made me feel like jelly. He made me feel like sick days that are needed and not wanted. He made me feel ugly and I wanted everyone to know.
It was then, they said, that men were made. In the battle field, the true test of courage. They had been told throughout their training that they wouldn’t know if they were man enough until they felt the bullets whizzing past their ears.
Daddy do you remember when I made you this? This badly construted card with very badly drawn pictures? I remember. I remember how much heart I put into it. I wanted you to know how much loved you and I still feel the same way today.
I am made of anger! I made bad choices! The bad choices didn’t make me.
I wish i had it made. I wish i had everything i needed to succeed. Life is already so scary, why do i want to fail? i want to keep going to the future. I don’t want to be stuck. I wanna rock:]
ha
I made some great cupcakes. They were like BOOM, hello, I’ve been made. I’m a made wo-man. Made make makey makey. BORED.
Made, I did this word yesterday didn’t I? Made the bed so now I must lie in it, made a beautiful apple pie like Snow White with crinkly edges and a butter brown crust. Made music, made love. Made it to the show on time. Made it in New York, lights shining like the moon.
I made whoopie today. It wasn’t as good as before, and frankly a tad boring. Why do we only remember the good times? Should we blame hormones? Is that why I still love her too?
He made me do it. She made me do it. You made me do it. They made me do it. Oh look what I’ve done now because of you. No one can make you do anything and it’s unjust to ever use someone else as an excuse for your shortcomings. Take responsibility for your own actions. When you break something, fix it. When you make a mistake, own up to it.
i made a cake today. it was big and chocolate. once i started decorating it however, i became dissatisfied. how could something look so good on a box up terrible in person? humans aren’t perfect creators.
I just made my first love love me back. He makes me more amazing then i could ever wish for and he loves me for me. he just made me better, made me realize myself and made me realize that i can love again.
It seemed to be tailor-made for her, this life that she was living. Everything about every moment was a learning experience, teaching her something important. Even the moments she wasn’t learning anything, she was still learning something. It was a paradox, but she had come to expect that by now.
he made me do it!!
i think of food.. cuz i like making food, and when your finished you made food…
yup (=
When he made dinner, they ate macaroni and cheese with hot dogs mixed in. When she made dinner, they ate a balanced meal – a meat, a starch and a vegetable.
become
describe
lemonade
choose
path
tree
heartache
life
choices
decisions
steps
process
china
factory
toy
home
fashioned
become
destiny
fate
made is a shitty Tv show on MTV. They follow useless people and document their lives so 1. more useless people have something to relate to on TV or 2. less useless people can feel good about themselves when they see it.
I really hope this isn’t supposed to be super creative. I made a quote book earlier today along with a few bracelets. There also used to be a show on MTV called made which was pretty cool. Yeah, I’m super random and still don’t get the jist of this.
Some people say that God madethe Earth. But I don’t think that I believe it. I can’t seee him so why should I think that he exists? I don’t know. But I don’t know what made the Earth either.
I have written about this word a good three times now. Made is hardly all that interesting of a word. It’s hardly even the greatest word in the english language. How could it be? Other than the fact that it’s the past tense of a term to create…which in itself is usually rather interesting.
I made a book one day about some guy who made some other things. they made sexy time and thus made babies. it was pretty sweet. one of them was a hippopotamus. It was sick and then we got to pet one because it made me laugh.
I made a choice today. Instead of sitting here doing the same thing as I always do, I ran away to see something new. What I saw was different, unique, and special. It always feels good to come home though.
Today, I made a paper airplane. It flew so high in the air, that I couldn’t see it take off and fly to the moon. Afterwards, it picked up a few moon travelers, who were looking for a cheap and easy flight to get there. visiting family, they said. So, they hopped on the plane, and took off. But the plane took a wrong turn, and it crash landed in the ocean. “How will we ever survive!?” they yelled. But luckily, a dolphin came to save them just in time.
Made? What the hell i just had this word. I don’t get it. WTF??? It Def is confusing me yallllll….. Wtf. GETCHA GWAP UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I made you a picture
I made you a song
I made you my lover
I made you scream
I made you cry
I made you laugh
I made you me
I made you everything
I made you together
I made you my everything
I made you happy
I made your world
well, i made this little piece of text from my Tmobile G1 which is a great phone btw for anyone who is wondering or thinking of getting one :D well idk what to write so i guess ill just finish by saying “shit, time is almost out!” cya!
Something about the way he made me feel was irrational at best, and disgusting at worst. He was basically my worst enemy, so how would the butterflies assaulting my stomach in the middle of a fight ever make sense?
I made myself stand up and run across the room, into her waiting arms. My mother laughed, smiling and twirling me around. She set me down, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.
“Julianne,” she murmured, brushing her lips across my forehead.
You made me. I once made you.
You would say, “Do you love me?”
I would say Yes. And I would ask
“Do you.”
You always looked down.
You always hesitated.
You always said yes.
It was something I thought she would appreciate. Every kid can buy their mother a necklace, or a bracelet, or something along those lines, but I took the effort to construct mine from macaroni and string. The light on her face when she received it was well worth the effort.
made rhymes with maid, which reminds me a lot about maid cafes. Maid cafes are really fun – there are really cute girls there who treat you like you’re a princess (or prince ^_^) They make yummy drinks and everything.