Magnets remind of magnetism more than anything to do with the little guys on the refrigerator, the force, whether physical or psychological that draws us to things, I’m far less interested in black rubbery looking things attracting.
a magnet is amazing. keeps the world in check, keeps the art on the fridge and the pulses of everyday electricity going. magnets have saved the world time and time again. and maybe today they’ll save yours too.
the magnet pulled jeff’s keys inexorably toward its steely magnetic embrace. Were he more awake, he might have tried to stop this, but the inky blackness behind his eyes refused to allow more than a few seconds rest.
once upon a time there was a lonely refrigerator, he longed for a friend, but alas none would stick. he tried tape, but it left a nasty mark when they seperated, with goo all over his cheek. But one day he met magnet, a friend that could come and go without leaving a mark on his heart. a friend for all times, but not all the time that would let only the most important things come between them.
I’m both attracted and repelled by you. On one side, there is the boy I fell in love with, who made me laugh and held me when I cried. On the other, there is the man you’ve become, so concerned with grades and classes that you’ve forgotten how to have fun.
Magnets are fun. I like the word magnet. they stick to refridgerators. they are good for holding up ugly pieces of artwork that your kids bring home for mommy and daddy. They are great to use for holding up recipes and underwear, so long as they are strong enough. the word net is in the word magnet.
They played with magnets today,
that twisted in tiny strands
forming an ivory tower of silver.
I watched, through my hair,
trying not to stare,
but probably not fooling anyone.
I wasn’t watching the magnets.
The magnet pulled her like it was alive. A living, breathing thing, calling to her, wanting her to speak to it, to communicate, to follow it’s instructions. She did just that, doing what it said
Magnets are things that I don’t know how they fucking work. They are a miracle that doesn’t make sense to any sort of scientific being in the world. In fact, I think that magnets might be a hoax to confuse the clown people who have banded together. Fucking magnets, just how -do- they work? I mean, they must have some sort of little people inside them that attracts to other little people… and that’s why they’re electrical, cause if those little people are touching one another, it gets pretty energetic, ya know? And they have a lot of attraction to each other.
His scent is magnetic, I just take a big deep breath and suddenly I can’t pull myself away.
This makes things difficult when I try to get the homework assignment off him, he gets all embarrassed when I smile at him for too long, when I hover after class. One day he’ll love me, I know it.
Magnets are a powerful force in this world. They have caused destruction and mayhem by sucking things into the center of this planet, but have aided us in the discovery of hover-crafts. Magnets have allowed us to embrace truly magical things in a positive way.
Love and passion bound together inexplicably – nothing can resist the pull, the force, the tension… The proximity galvanizes us and this attraction is growing stronger.
The one thing I think I miss most about grade school was the magnets they gave when you ordered school pictures. I don’t mean to sound precocious, but I rather like seeing something of me on the fridge. My family isn’t one for graded papers, you see. Compromise.
magnets fly in the sky with cows. i love that about them. my friends are in my bed. they are connected. like the opposite ends of magnets – coy! wow i’m really hungry. please go away.
MAGNETS FOR LIFE! my previous entry was much more contemplative and serious than this one. i can’t wait to do this again when there is a new word to explore.
i am sad sometimes. please let this minute be over now. PLEASE. come ON.,……. there we are.
“I’m not a magnet”, I told her, trying to ignore the way my voice was shaking. ‘I can’t hold all your bad memories for you. I know life sucks sometimes, but-”
“But what?”
“It could be worse. Damn it, it could’ve been so much worse”
they were attracted to each other, but they were polar opposites. no one thought that someone like her would go for someone like him, a delinquent looking guy but she did.
their bond was strong and very hard to separate and they always managed to find each other no matter what.
Love is often magnetic, we all feel like magnets sometimes. We all have the said ability to draw people in and make them feel important, we can also fall for people acting like magnets. Al posing as opposites to ourselves and ending up lethal.
i think they go on fridges. dark. cold. not mysterious. sometimes funny. altogether inescapable. Sometimes attributed to love. something uncanny, sometimes mysterious, in an ethereal sense.
The funny things you put on your refrigerator door that make you smile when it’s five in the morning on a school day, you’re cranky, you’re hungry, and what you most need to just smile and laugh a little at the world.
pulls you together and you can’t resist it. it’s a force that can’t be ignored. it’s a force that can’t be controlled. it’s a force that can’t be stopped. love is a magnet that can’t be denied.
A long day, frustrating professors, finally coming home to a place where I belong and seeing the plastic letters stuck to the fridge. Ten minutes later, sitting in front of it, giggling as I spelled out words, poems and sentences that reminded me of childhood. In the end, it spelled ‘I love you.’
she draws me near…
pulling me into her unknowingly…
so strong with her essence
that i am unable to deny her…
she is all and all is she…
i cannot escape her radiant glow
or the smell of her sweet escape.
we circle and dance though never touching like two magnets,but i am tired of this same old game-i want-need-to hold you.press your lips against my own.sure,we can’t have each other without destroying each other’s world,but a little of you for just a little while and we could rock each other- the passion enough to last while we circle again
by i bet you think this song is about you on 11.20.2010
she was like a magnet because she’d trip and she’d fall and he’d always rush to catch her even if he didn’t get there in time, and she’d look up at him and scowl and he’d say clumsy looks so cute on you and she’d never been more insulted
she didn’t mean to attract him or anyone else, it just happened by accident, even when she slept in and wore sweatpants and didn’t brush her hair
I feel glued to you like a magnet. Polar ends attract, and this much is true. You can’t get enough girls, and I could be so happy with just one boy. You like action, I like romance. But if I were to lose you, I don’t know what I’d do. We’re so different, yet we go together so well. I have no idea how this works, but I’m not complaining.
She was like a magnet. As I approached, she drew me in closer and closer. I wanted to turn back at this point, but i gravitated towards her. Her eyes drew me in, begging me to inch just a bit closer to her. I didn’t want to, but it didn’t have a choice.
i like the magnet because it brings things together. like family is supposed to be. Not opposing forces, magnetization is what holds the world together. the earth is governed by magnets. There is nothing more serene and the whales sing when the magnets grow closer. I feel magnetized to you my love and the whales sing for hours. and
magnets are so weird to me. in a literal sense, i’ve never really been able to understand them — how the hell do they work, and why do they polarize towards the poles?
in a more difference sense – the idea of magnetism between people is equally baffling, but more compelling and interesting to explore. at least, to me it is. sometimes i think that magnetism between two people is all about circumstance… but there are people in my life that i believe i was destined to be drawn toward.
She was magnetic. Literally. Arthur gasped and struggled as he slowly drew closer to her, her wild black hair flying in all directions and her eyes even blacker with menace. His skin and scraped and bled across the icy stone floor as he was pulled by her magnetic force.
On ICP’s song about miracles their most quoted line is “f***ing magnets, how do they work.” They also tell about their hatred of scientists. I picture a lot of middle america being like this.
Her refrigerator was covered in magnets. But her favorite was one her Mother gave her years ago, and it makes her think of her Mother each time she looks at it.
When it comes down to the physics part. The forces, the pull, the magnets of this whole production, I am drawn to you. It is nowhere else that I can physically be when you are close. I can blame on myself but really I think to think it is the magnet’s fault, unexplainable yet seemingly correct.
magnet run run run stick attach i love you i’m attached to you i hate you i hate what you do to me it isn’t your fault i swear it’s our dynamics together i love you i love you dear magnet dear friend i know we shall be together for now for the present it’s how it shall be i understand i understand
They were attracted to each other like opposite sides of a magnet. Meant to be. Fate. Everyone could see it, especially when they looked at each other with that longing look in their eyes.
That’s what made it so horrible that I would want him for my own.
I would ruin their perfection.
magnet run run run stick attach i love you i’m attached to you i hate you i hate what you do to me it isn’t your fault i swear it’s our dynamics together i love you i love you dear magnet dear friend i know we shall be together for now for the present it’s how it shall be i understand i understand
Bam! Explosions surround. The magnet is controlling. It sees us all. It draws us in. In a panic, we lose ourselves. WE BECOME ROBOTS. IT SUCKS. WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO???? UGH
I bought a packet of magnets and was hoping to attract a boyfriend, but all I attracted was guys who were under 10 years old. So I went to a zoo and put the magnet in my pocket and found that the monkeys like to jump on your back and take things out of your pocket.
will you be my magnet? can we just always be attracted to eachother? can we never leave eachothers mindS? you race through my all the time. i feel like i’m in physics class. opposites attract and likes repel. maybe that is why i am so attracted to you…. even though i’d never think twice.
the magnets on the fridge that you can write senteances and poems about. “my mother likes dogs” was on our fridge for about a month. I have no idea why. my mother ran over our dog. i don’t know where those magnets are anymore. I wish they were true.
Magnets remind of magnetism more than anything to do with the little guys on the refrigerator, the force, whether physical or psychological that draws us to things, I’m far less interested in black rubbery looking things attracting.
a magnet is amazing. keeps the world in check, keeps the art on the fridge and the pulses of everyday electricity going. magnets have saved the world time and time again. and maybe today they’ll save yours too.
the magnet pulled jeff’s keys inexorably toward its steely magnetic embrace. Were he more awake, he might have tried to stop this, but the inky blackness behind his eyes refused to allow more than a few seconds rest.
I still have his magnets. I really should return them.
once upon a time there was a lonely refrigerator, he longed for a friend, but alas none would stick. he tried tape, but it left a nasty mark when they seperated, with goo all over his cheek. But one day he met magnet, a friend that could come and go without leaving a mark on his heart. a friend for all times, but not all the time that would let only the most important things come between them.
I’m both attracted and repelled by you. On one side, there is the boy I fell in love with, who made me laugh and held me when I cried. On the other, there is the man you’ve become, so concerned with grades and classes that you’ve forgotten how to have fun.
Magnets are fun. I like the word magnet. they stick to refridgerators. they are good for holding up ugly pieces of artwork that your kids bring home for mommy and daddy. They are great to use for holding up recipes and underwear, so long as they are strong enough. the word net is in the word magnet.
They played with magnets today,
that twisted in tiny strands
forming an ivory tower of silver.
I watched, through my hair,
trying not to stare,
but probably not fooling anyone.
I wasn’t watching the magnets.
The magnet pulled her like it was alive. A living, breathing thing, calling to her, wanting her to speak to it, to communicate, to follow it’s instructions. She did just that, doing what it said
Magnets are things that I don’t know how they fucking work. They are a miracle that doesn’t make sense to any sort of scientific being in the world. In fact, I think that magnets might be a hoax to confuse the clown people who have banded together. Fucking magnets, just how -do- they work? I mean, they must have some sort of little people inside them that attracts to other little people… and that’s why they’re electrical, cause if those little people are touching one another, it gets pretty energetic, ya know? And they have a lot of attraction to each other.
His scent is magnetic, I just take a big deep breath and suddenly I can’t pull myself away.
This makes things difficult when I try to get the homework assignment off him, he gets all embarrassed when I smile at him for too long, when I hover after class. One day he’ll love me, I know it.
Magnets are a powerful force in this world. They have caused destruction and mayhem by sucking things into the center of this planet, but have aided us in the discovery of hover-crafts. Magnets have allowed us to embrace truly magical things in a positive way.
Love and passion bound together inexplicably – nothing can resist the pull, the force, the tension… The proximity galvanizes us and this attraction is growing stronger.
The one thing I think I miss most about grade school was the magnets they gave when you ordered school pictures. I don’t mean to sound precocious, but I rather like seeing something of me on the fridge. My family isn’t one for graded papers, you see. Compromise.
magnets fly in the sky with cows. i love that about them. my friends are in my bed. they are connected. like the opposite ends of magnets – coy! wow i’m really hungry. please go away.
MAGNETS FOR LIFE! my previous entry was much more contemplative and serious than this one. i can’t wait to do this again when there is a new word to explore.
i am sad sometimes. please let this minute be over now. PLEASE. come ON.,……. there we are.
“I’m not a magnet”, I told her, trying to ignore the way my voice was shaking. ‘I can’t hold all your bad memories for you. I know life sucks sometimes, but-”
“But what?”
“It could be worse. Damn it, it could’ve been so much worse”
they were attracted to each other, but they were polar opposites. no one thought that someone like her would go for someone like him, a delinquent looking guy but she did.
their bond was strong and very hard to separate and they always managed to find each other no matter what.
Love is often magnetic, we all feel like magnets sometimes. We all have the said ability to draw people in and make them feel important, we can also fall for people acting like magnets. Al posing as opposites to ourselves and ending up lethal.
i think they go on fridges. dark. cold. not mysterious. sometimes funny. altogether inescapable. Sometimes attributed to love. something uncanny, sometimes mysterious, in an ethereal sense.
The funny things you put on your refrigerator door that make you smile when it’s five in the morning on a school day, you’re cranky, you’re hungry, and what you most need to just smile and laugh a little at the world.
pulls you together and you can’t resist it. it’s a force that can’t be ignored. it’s a force that can’t be controlled. it’s a force that can’t be stopped. love is a magnet that can’t be denied.
A long day, frustrating professors, finally coming home to a place where I belong and seeing the plastic letters stuck to the fridge. Ten minutes later, sitting in front of it, giggling as I spelled out words, poems and sentences that reminded me of childhood. In the end, it spelled ‘I love you.’
she draws me near…
pulling me into her unknowingly…
so strong with her essence
that i am unable to deny her…
she is all and all is she…
i cannot escape her radiant glow
or the smell of her sweet escape.
we circle and dance though never touching like two magnets,but i am tired of this same old game-i want-need-to hold you.press your lips against my own.sure,we can’t have each other without destroying each other’s world,but a little of you for just a little while and we could rock each other- the passion enough to last while we circle again
she was like a magnet because she’d trip and she’d fall and he’d always rush to catch her even if he didn’t get there in time, and she’d look up at him and scowl and he’d say clumsy looks so cute on you and she’d never been more insulted
she didn’t mean to attract him or anyone else, it just happened by accident, even when she slept in and wore sweatpants and didn’t brush her hair
I feel glued to you like a magnet. Polar ends attract, and this much is true. You can’t get enough girls, and I could be so happy with just one boy. You like action, I like romance. But if I were to lose you, I don’t know what I’d do. We’re so different, yet we go together so well. I have no idea how this works, but I’m not complaining.
She was like a magnet. As I approached, she drew me in closer and closer. I wanted to turn back at this point, but i gravitated towards her. Her eyes drew me in, begging me to inch just a bit closer to her. I didn’t want to, but it didn’t have a choice.
i like the magnet because it brings things together. like family is supposed to be. Not opposing forces, magnetization is what holds the world together. the earth is governed by magnets. There is nothing more serene and the whales sing when the magnets grow closer. I feel magnetized to you my love and the whales sing for hours. and
magnets are so weird to me. in a literal sense, i’ve never really been able to understand them — how the hell do they work, and why do they polarize towards the poles?
in a more difference sense – the idea of magnetism between people is equally baffling, but more compelling and interesting to explore. at least, to me it is. sometimes i think that magnetism between two people is all about circumstance… but there are people in my life that i believe i was destined to be drawn toward.
She was magnetic. Literally. Arthur gasped and struggled as he slowly drew closer to her, her wild black hair flying in all directions and her eyes even blacker with menace. His skin and scraped and bled across the icy stone floor as he was pulled by her magnetic force.
On ICP’s song about miracles their most quoted line is “f***ing magnets, how do they work.” They also tell about their hatred of scientists. I picture a lot of middle america being like this.
Her refrigerator was covered in magnets. But her favorite was one her Mother gave her years ago, and it makes her think of her Mother each time she looks at it.
When it comes down to the physics part. The forces, the pull, the magnets of this whole production, I am drawn to you. It is nowhere else that I can physically be when you are close. I can blame on myself but really I think to think it is the magnet’s fault, unexplainable yet seemingly correct.
magnet run run run stick attach i love you i’m attached to you i hate you i hate what you do to me it isn’t your fault i swear it’s our dynamics together i love you i love you dear magnet dear friend i know we shall be together for now for the present it’s how it shall be i understand i understand
They were attracted to each other like opposite sides of a magnet. Meant to be. Fate. Everyone could see it, especially when they looked at each other with that longing look in their eyes.
That’s what made it so horrible that I would want him for my own.
I would ruin their perfection.
magnet run run run stick attach i love you i’m attached to you i hate you i hate what you do to me it isn’t your fault i swear it’s our dynamics together i love you i love you dear magnet dear friend i know we shall be together for now for the present it’s how it shall be i understand i understand
Bam! Explosions surround. The magnet is controlling. It sees us all. It draws us in. In a panic, we lose ourselves. WE BECOME ROBOTS. IT SUCKS. WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO???? UGH
I bought a packet of magnets and was hoping to attract a boyfriend, but all I attracted was guys who were under 10 years old. So I went to a zoo and put the magnet in my pocket and found that the monkeys like to jump on your back and take things out of your pocket.
will you be my magnet? can we just always be attracted to eachother? can we never leave eachothers mindS? you race through my all the time. i feel like i’m in physics class. opposites attract and likes repel. maybe that is why i am so attracted to you…. even though i’d never think twice.
the magnets on the fridge that you can write senteances and poems about. “my mother likes dogs” was on our fridge for about a month. I have no idea why. my mother ran over our dog. i don’t know where those magnets are anymore. I wish they were true.