they needed sizzors to remove her from him. i dont think twins joined at the spine had ever been of different genders but this is how it went with my siblings. they matched ine very way but still he had a blue hat and her a pink one. i carried the axe sad in my left hand.
socks are interesting things. They come together in giant bundles but as they grow more and more comfortable with us they change themselves. They start they start to disappear and slowly become something that dont even look like each other. What once was matching pairs is now a brown disgusting sock and one that fell out of the dryer and is now perfectly fine. Its all something that the matching gods are just playing with us and you know that they are. But isnt that what matching is in the end, just two things that used to be similar but are not any longer.
How could you match me you dont know me you dont feel me you dont see me you dont hear me you dont smell me every hormone bursting at different intervals the most complex being you will never understand
there were a pair of matching shoes in the doorway. red, worn out, and a child’s size 2. how much they meant to the girl he would never understand, but what he did know was that they would forever remain amongst her most treasured possessions.
socks. they are never matching, because i tend to put them in the washer without caring. and i blieive its important to take care of things like that. and my reds always mix with the withes, i’m messy i guess.
You ever have a twin day at school? where you pick somebody that you’re friends with and match with them… you spend days planning out what to wear, just so that you’ll beat out everyone else thats dressing up and matching, too.
clothes should match :) So should things. i get kinda uncomfortable when things don’t match. Like, kinda itchy almost. Its like when emails have tonnes of unread messages. it just makes me kinda sad. cept kev thinks im weird for that. i guess i do too, for the same reason. waht if he doesn’t like me how he did when we started?
Swapped, back and forth, you return less and give yourself more until there’s no change, no trade,
You keep half and give half and the balance never shifts again.
Little matching hands pressed up against the window. Matching brown eyes stare inside at the matching cakes and cookies. Matching tears down her mismatched face.
Today I worry about matching my shoes to my top. Tomorrow I hope that I can my match my heart to yours, and they will be in sync. Each day growing even more in Love
They wore matching everything: dresses, shoes, bows in their hair. Matching voices. Matching smiles and matching taste. But they longed to be different. And when they couldn’t change, everything ached.
Socks should be matching. I guess? Should they? I don’t know, Maybe if I don’t let them match, someone might see my left foot, covered in argyle and automatically assume I’m smart and nerdy. Then someone else will see the stripey rainbow on the other foot and assume I”m a free hippy sort.
My friend Kyle told me that things do not need to match, they just need to “go”. what is the difference between “matching” and “going”? perhaps I need to up my fashionista vocabulary because I am slacking in that department. Then again, I wear yesterdays jeans and flip flops from years ago.
matching means creativity with limits.
it means “hey, you can do whatever u please, as long as it’s within these guidelines, and rules, and regulations. Oh, and it has to fit in, just like everything else in the robotic world we live in”
really? because last time i checked, no one cares about matching, just creativity.
i’ve had one laundry disaster after another lately. it started off no more matching socks. colors bleeding. and now it’s shrunken clothes. i have my doubts that i can survive on my own if i can’t even clean fabrics.
My first thought is about how people are required to match clothes. Why are we required to match clothes? What in us says that if someone isn’t wearing clothes that match, it makes them “uncool” or not dressed properly? And what is matched? Why do some styles/colors go together, while others don’t? It doesn’t make sense.
The couple were matching in the exact same way her socks weren’t.
It always bothered me to see couples like that. Oh so happy and so full of joy while I sat on the side pointing out the only imperfection I could find. My goddamn socks.
Forever alone.
My despair reaches your sight.
I turn away in hopelessness.
Time is now.
This forboding sense of knowing, it’s as if our visions are matching.
Forever competing.
matching two different colors together can be difficult. it is interesting that you can match colors together and make them look like absolutely different colors.
I was on a cruise once and there was a mother-daughter duo who wore the same outfits every day, down to the last hair barette. It was sketchy because the daughter wasn’t a child, she was like 16 and glued to her moms hip.It was quaint.
Matching?
Matching is a game.
Matching is a feeling.
Matching is something I’m not quite sure of,
Similare but not the same?
But Matching?!
Hey, we match.
But we’re similar and not the same?
Equivalent, Equate, Replace, Not the same.
matching, clothes match or at least they try too my old friend kalie used to always match her clothes to her shoes and all other thigns she was wearing it was an OCD thing of hers, i do it too now…it just makes more sense. matching rhymes with snatching snatching things
I hate it when I see couples at the mall wearing matching clothes. It’s so stupid. You don’t need to advertise that you are a couple by wearing matching clothes. It’s obnoxious. Only young twins should match.
heart to mind, foot to tongue, lips to smell, these things I try to connect. Eliot tells us we cannot, for we know only a heap of broken images. Parts spinning in mental space trying to reach each other. to no avail.
I think of matching like a think of socks, I have many socks but i purposely mix match them because i prefer my feet to have some colorful spunk. I do however like my shirts to match my pants but i usually wear jeans so it is not a problem.
A game of memory works in pairs.
Each face has one to match.
But when one card goes missing,
A face is left alone.
And suddenly the set becomes a game of old maid.
One card to another, as they match up, and, then, there, there is only one left, and it is without its pair. The final match and it remains incomplete, fingers hovering above the lone card, without a thought, without a solution. It remains alone.
I don’t go together with my family. We’re not a matching set of china or a matching set of sock pairs. I’m the odd one . . . Or maybe we’re all odd ones. I feel like a peacock in a flock of geese.
we wear matching socks, matching clothes, matching gloves and maybe a hat or coat but why do all this when we’re not impressing anyone? why can’t we just dress for ourselves instead of the world? the world won’t care if we don’t match.
they needed sizzors to remove her from him. i dont think twins joined at the spine had ever been of different genders but this is how it went with my siblings. they matched ine very way but still he had a blue hat and her a pink one. i carried the axe sad in my left hand.
socks are interesting things. They come together in giant bundles but as they grow more and more comfortable with us they change themselves. They start they start to disappear and slowly become something that dont even look like each other. What once was matching pairs is now a brown disgusting sock and one that fell out of the dryer and is now perfectly fine. Its all something that the matching gods are just playing with us and you know that they are. But isnt that what matching is in the end, just two things that used to be similar but are not any longer.
My trousers are matching my junk nicely this morning. They are truly a match made in heaven.
How could you match me you dont know me you dont feel me you dont see me you dont hear me you dont smell me every hormone bursting at different intervals the most complex being you will never understand
correspnding, compatible, in alignment; people with taste dress matchingly.
there were a pair of matching shoes in the doorway. red, worn out, and a child’s size 2. how much they meant to the girl he would never understand, but what he did know was that they would forever remain amongst her most treasured possessions.
matching maxbox’s match.
matching maxbox’s match.
matching maxbox’s match.
matching maxbox’s match.
Matching.
socks. they are never matching, because i tend to put them in the washer without caring. and i blieive its important to take care of things like that. and my reds always mix with the withes, i’m messy i guess.
Her socks haven’t matched ever since she was old enough to put one on. Some call it lazy, she calls it personality.
You ever have a twin day at school? where you pick somebody that you’re friends with and match with them… you spend days planning out what to wear, just so that you’ll beat out everyone else thats dressing up and matching, too.
clothes should match :) So should things. i get kinda uncomfortable when things don’t match. Like, kinda itchy almost. Its like when emails have tonnes of unread messages. it just makes me kinda sad. cept kev thinks im weird for that. i guess i do too, for the same reason. waht if he doesn’t like me how he did when we started?
Swapped, back and forth, you return less and give yourself more until there’s no change, no trade,
You keep half and give half and the balance never shifts again.
Little matching hands pressed up against the window. Matching brown eyes stare inside at the matching cakes and cookies. Matching tears down her mismatched face.
Today I worry about matching my shoes to my top. Tomorrow I hope that I can my match my heart to yours, and they will be in sync. Each day growing even more in Love
They wore matching everything: dresses, shoes, bows in their hair. Matching voices. Matching smiles and matching taste. But they longed to be different. And when they couldn’t change, everything ached.
Socks should be matching. I guess? Should they? I don’t know, Maybe if I don’t let them match, someone might see my left foot, covered in argyle and automatically assume I’m smart and nerdy. Then someone else will see the stripey rainbow on the other foot and assume I”m a free hippy sort.
The colours were too bright. But she kept going. She hadn’t slept for days, but she kept going. Too many, too bright. She needed a drink.
My friend Kyle told me that things do not need to match, they just need to “go”. what is the difference between “matching” and “going”? perhaps I need to up my fashionista vocabulary because I am slacking in that department. Then again, I wear yesterdays jeans and flip flops from years ago.
matching means creativity with limits.
it means “hey, you can do whatever u please, as long as it’s within these guidelines, and rules, and regulations. Oh, and it has to fit in, just like everything else in the robotic world we live in”
really? because last time i checked, no one cares about matching, just creativity.
i’ve had one laundry disaster after another lately. it started off no more matching socks. colors bleeding. and now it’s shrunken clothes. i have my doubts that i can survive on my own if i can’t even clean fabrics.
My first thought is about how people are required to match clothes. Why are we required to match clothes? What in us says that if someone isn’t wearing clothes that match, it makes them “uncool” or not dressed properly? And what is matched? Why do some styles/colors go together, while others don’t? It doesn’t make sense.
The couple were matching in the exact same way her socks weren’t.
It always bothered me to see couples like that. Oh so happy and so full of joy while I sat on the side pointing out the only imperfection I could find. My goddamn socks.
Forever alone.
My despair reaches your sight.
I turn away in hopelessness.
Time is now.
This forboding sense of knowing, it’s as if our visions are matching.
Forever competing.
matching two different colors together can be difficult. it is interesting that you can match colors together and make them look like absolutely different colors.
I was on a cruise once and there was a mother-daughter duo who wore the same outfits every day, down to the last hair barette. It was sketchy because the daughter wasn’t a child, she was like 16 and glued to her moms hip.It was quaint.
Matching?
Matching is a game.
Matching is a feeling.
Matching is something I’m not quite sure of,
Similare but not the same?
But Matching?!
Hey, we match.
But we’re similar and not the same?
Equivalent, Equate, Replace, Not the same.
matching, clothes match or at least they try too my old friend kalie used to always match her clothes to her shoes and all other thigns she was wearing it was an OCD thing of hers, i do it too now…it just makes more sense. matching rhymes with snatching snatching things
same pair of pants
shirt
shoes
lame couple
hahahaha
I hate it when I see couples at the mall wearing matching clothes. It’s so stupid. You don’t need to advertise that you are a couple by wearing matching clothes. It’s obnoxious. Only young twins should match.
heart to mind, foot to tongue, lips to smell, these things I try to connect. Eliot tells us we cannot, for we know only a heap of broken images. Parts spinning in mental space trying to reach each other. to no avail.
Matching the color of skin, your pink, i win
So lets get painted matching together, Plaid polka dots and stripes
Matching means you care.
I think of matching like a think of socks, I have many socks but i purposely mix match them because i prefer my feet to have some colorful spunk. I do however like my shirts to match my pants but i usually wear jeans so it is not a problem.
if 2 persons have similar perspectives they might be matching.
Her shirt was green, but her pants were some green color that didnt quite match. Her roommate gave her hell for the thousandth time for not matching.
A game of memory works in pairs.
Each face has one to match.
But when one card goes missing,
A face is left alone.
And suddenly the set becomes a game of old maid.
One card to another, as they match up, and, then, there, there is only one left, and it is without its pair. The final match and it remains incomplete, fingers hovering above the lone card, without a thought, without a solution. It remains alone.
I don’t go together with my family. We’re not a matching set of china or a matching set of sock pairs. I’m the odd one . . . Or maybe we’re all odd ones. I feel like a peacock in a flock of geese.
the curve of your lip
and the curve of mine
fit atop each other
in a seamless smile
we wear matching socks, matching clothes, matching gloves and maybe a hat or coat but why do all this when we’re not impressing anyone? why can’t we just dress for ourselves instead of the world? the world won’t care if we don’t match.
Why is the word matching? Why did I get this word? Why am I writing and not stumbling on? Questions, Questions, Questions. Infinite Questions.