it’s a game we play when we’re kids, trying to match things up. we have this pile of random cards, all flipped over. from behind, they’re the same… and we’re trying desperately to find the pairs, the mates.
They hadn’t been matching sine they were both in sixth grade. Back then, they would call each other every night to determine, in agonizing detail, their outfits for the next day. That was long ago. Everything had changed. So imagine Melissa’s shock when they both showed up the first day with identical green v-necks.
two things that go together. like socks. except for those socks they make that are purposely mismatched. the brand is called “little missmatched”, i think. or something like that. interesting concept. i don’t know what else to write. :/
in red summers we met, and muttered fall musings of pearl-string minutes we longed to spend together, matching our eyes in the same direction, trying to see perfection…
The word matching represents the connection of two similar things. This can be applied to many things including people, objects, or anything visual. There can also be matching sounds and smells. It is interesting to note that matching personalities is also an important trait to have in a relationship.
mating and being married. it is the most difficult match of all. what if the match does not light or worse, burns down too quickly? matching mates like socks and shoes, who knows if this will do for a lifetime?
I put on the other sock. It didn’t matter if they were matching or not, even though I was wearing the school skirt. I looked back at myself in the mirror. The black and white socks would look like I meant to do that, right?
Matching is when two things have attributes in common and they are somehow connected. Physical stuff can “match” as well as non tangible stuff. Emotions, situations, people can match.
You know, it’s funny that we think people can ‘match’, that there are parts besides the obvious that will simply fit together like puzzle pieces. People, for the most part, do not match. They don’t even come close. Their hazy edges might merge together, but it’s a blend.
Is this what we do? We attempt to match ourselves to a ‘better half’ to a ‘role model’ to anything we see as better than ourselves. maybe we should just be ourselves. Let’s all stop trying to match ourselves with people and things and just be US.
My sister and I have always been a matching set. We’re not twins, but we could have been. Two years have separated us in age, but nothing’s separated us at heart, especially since we’ve recently started sharing TV shows and books. We share stories, and we recommend movies and things to each other.
He stood at the door, alone, feeling a sense of isolation over him he no longer cared what people saw him in, he grabbed the nearest set of clothes and put them on matching no longer mattered. Funny that even with his loneliness he still had an urge to keep decency, the principles of civilization still had influence in his decisions.
She and I are matching. It has always matched so well it didn’t even make sense. One of those connections you didn’t think was real she just liked you for all those things your prepared to hide, the parts of your self that you believe should be kept deep within because they’re ugly and embarrasing. But she loves them too. Oh shit matchmaking just found me a game on Halo bitchin
I never knew a matching that didn’t mend a match. my fake tennis shoes, my head around your shoulder. my match burning to make a mtch out of you. i never saw you coming that day. i never loved another more than you. i never made a love so strong.
matching between two two lover i made a natch out of a matchbook fire fire about time and place and the burning that is inside my soul. a end an ending a fire of war of love and hate and haite and never being a match to match me
i wonder if i will one day wear matching couple shirts with you.
i wonder if you’re that kind of guy.
i wonder if i’m that kind of girl.
sometimes, i wonder if we even match at all.
a perfect math, there might be one or a few. It honestly depends on who you are and what might be getting matched. I believe each person has at least one perfect match, the person that balances everything they need in their lives. Hopefully everyone finds that match, I am still searching, though i found some that i thought could be it.
sweater and socks must match. Purse and shoes must match. panties and bra must match. But I must never look like anyone else. Are we wearing the same dress?
nobody has a certain match. they have a lover. a soul mate. but they’re not matched to them. they’re not matching people. they are destined to be together forever, because they are equal. they weren’t born on the same day, their eyes are different colours. they’re just in love, with themselves.
Matching socks after you’ve done the laundry – a real pain. Does the dryer need to eat one every now and then? Is that what powers the dryer? It’s a mystery…
Matching, is what I do. I match people, like colors on a wall. They have to match, if they don’t then they shouldn’t even look at one another. They belong together, because they simply match.
They wore their matching outfits every day and no one could tell them apart. Only their parents and their two closest friends knew who was who. But after the accident, everyone knew which twin was which.
Matching, at first I thought it said matchling like a baby match but I was wrong, Matching makes me think of me and my girlfirend, we match like a well made set. We were made for each other, I love her so much. She’s my soul mate. Her name’s Aysia.
i love when my sister wears matching clothes with me because i can embarress her like she embarressed me that night in the disco. ill never forgive her. so ill match with her forever.
Matching memory card games, especially the Finding Nemo ones. My mother used them for her classroom. When she still let me into her classroom. Or around her. I still love her, no matter what she’s said to me or about me.
i don’t wear matching socks… ever. its bad luck. the one day i wear matching socks i get the worst news ever. my best friend Ryan is moving…</3 ):
it’s a game we play when we’re kids, trying to match things up. we have this pile of random cards, all flipped over. from behind, they’re the same… and we’re trying desperately to find the pairs, the mates.
They hadn’t been matching sine they were both in sixth grade. Back then, they would call each other every night to determine, in agonizing detail, their outfits for the next day. That was long ago. Everything had changed. So imagine Melissa’s shock when they both showed up the first day with identical green v-necks.
socks match. except for when they don’t. like, there’s this brand of purposely mismatched socks. called “little missmatched”, i think.
two things that go together. like socks. except for those socks they make that are purposely mismatched. the brand is called “little missmatched”, i think. or something like that. interesting concept. i don’t know what else to write. :/
in red summers we met, and muttered fall musings of pearl-string minutes we longed to spend together, matching our eyes in the same direction, trying to see perfection…
The word matching represents the connection of two similar things. This can be applied to many things including people, objects, or anything visual. There can also be matching sounds and smells. It is interesting to note that matching personalities is also an important trait to have in a relationship.
mating and being married. it is the most difficult match of all. what if the match does not light or worse, burns down too quickly? matching mates like socks and shoes, who knows if this will do for a lifetime?
I put on the other sock. It didn’t matter if they were matching or not, even though I was wearing the school skirt. I looked back at myself in the mirror. The black and white socks would look like I meant to do that, right?
one word on the hiring- not the job I was desiring- keep trying but one word- trialling
can’t spell it one
He had to break it off with her because she wanted to go to the mall together but in matching outfits.
Matching is when two things have attributes in common and they are somehow connected. Physical stuff can “match” as well as non tangible stuff. Emotions, situations, people can match.
matching hatching latching on the thatching
You know, it’s funny that we think people can ‘match’, that there are parts besides the obvious that will simply fit together like puzzle pieces. People, for the most part, do not match. They don’t even come close. Their hazy edges might merge together, but it’s a blend.
Is this what we do? We attempt to match ourselves to a ‘better half’ to a ‘role model’ to anything we see as better than ourselves. maybe we should just be ourselves. Let’s all stop trying to match ourselves with people and things and just be US.
My sister and I have always been a matching set. We’re not twins, but we could have been. Two years have separated us in age, but nothing’s separated us at heart, especially since we’ve recently started sharing TV shows and books. We share stories, and we recommend movies and things to each other.
He stood at the door, alone, feeling a sense of isolation over him he no longer cared what people saw him in, he grabbed the nearest set of clothes and put them on matching no longer mattered. Funny that even with his loneliness he still had an urge to keep decency, the principles of civilization still had influence in his decisions.
She and I are matching. It has always matched so well it didn’t even make sense. One of those connections you didn’t think was real she just liked you for all those things your prepared to hide, the parts of your self that you believe should be kept deep within because they’re ugly and embarrasing. But she loves them too. Oh shit matchmaking just found me a game on Halo bitchin
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poison
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I never knew a matching that didn’t mend a match. my fake tennis shoes, my head around your shoulder. my match burning to make a mtch out of you. i never saw you coming that day. i never loved another more than you. i never made a love so strong.
matching. I wonder why it is called matching it has nothing to do with a match. twins often match I sometime match with others. this is strange that
i looked up, and i saw my yellow overalls on somebody else! who had taken them from me? i looked down, and i saw my yellow overalls on myself! eerie.
matching between two two lover i made a natch out of a matchbook fire fire about time and place and the burning that is inside my soul. a end an ending a fire of war of love and hate and haite and never being a match to match me
i wonder if i will one day wear matching couple shirts with you.
i wonder if you’re that kind of guy.
i wonder if i’m that kind of girl.
sometimes, i wonder if we even match at all.
a perfect math, there might be one or a few. It honestly depends on who you are and what might be getting matched. I believe each person has at least one perfect match, the person that balances everything they need in their lives. Hopefully everyone finds that match, I am still searching, though i found some that i thought could be it.
sweater and socks must match. Purse and shoes must match. panties and bra must match. But I must never look like anyone else. Are we wearing the same dress?
I can match peoples faces, like how I can match to a fire. It’s a gift and I’m proud. I can match two people up and win.
matching is good. colors match. things match. i match daily. its good to match.
nobody has a certain match. they have a lover. a soul mate. but they’re not matched to them. they’re not matching people. they are destined to be together forever, because they are equal. they weren’t born on the same day, their eyes are different colours. they’re just in love, with themselves.
Matching is logical and I want to be illogical because life is not logic.
Matching socks after you’ve done the laundry – a real pain. Does the dryer need to eat one every now and then? Is that what powers the dryer? It’s a mystery…
Their hearts are one. Two of the same soul. They are matching in their hopes and dreams. They belong together. Always understanding. One Love.
I work so hard
To plan an outfit
And yet, so far
No one’s noticed.
Why do we match our clothes? Societal pressures? Our discomfort with chaos? I don’t understand why we do or who started it. I’m going to stop.
Matching, is what I do. I match people, like colors on a wall. They have to match, if they don’t then they shouldn’t even look at one another. They belong together, because they simply match.
They wore their matching outfits every day and no one could tell them apart. Only their parents and their two closest friends knew who was who. But after the accident, everyone knew which twin was which.
Matching, at first I thought it said matchling like a baby match but I was wrong, Matching makes me think of me and my girlfirend, we match like a well made set. We were made for each other, I love her so much. She’s my soul mate. Her name’s Aysia.
i love when my sister wears matching clothes with me because i can embarress her like she embarressed me that night in the disco. ill never forgive her. so ill match with her forever.
was wearing matching shorts and socks yesterday. i like to match
its awesome. matching hats are also awesome. i love matches and fire its awesome too.
Matching memory card games, especially the Finding Nemo ones. My mother used them for her classroom. When she still let me into her classroom. Or around her. I still love her, no matter what she’s said to me or about me.