putting two airs together. till their equal. they can be differant or the same but they somplete each other. its pretty magical and wonderful. like a puzzle. :)
They looked exactly alike, the same length and weight, hilts guilded with diamonds and other precious gems. They were exactly the same, but complete oppposite, one was made in darkness, the other in light.
Matching
Like shirts
though we are not wearing any clothes
our bodies match each other
as they enclose
the same symmetrical space
in between
like two spoons
or a pair of opposite facing vases
i already did this word! eh whatever. matching. eyes should mismatch. that’d be so gorgeous and itd make everyone even more different than they already are. it’d be interesting…i would want one green one hazel eye.
Who says that one must match? Your socks should match, you ought to match your loved one; oh, how terrible, that dress clashes with your hair! Why must we continuously fall under the demands of our society? To hell with matching, to hell with the common views. Live life in whatever way you wish; unmatched socks or otherwise.
I wore two different scarves one pink striped and one with red and pink paisleys they were very complimenting to each other and matching in their own way.
Matching is what our brains do best. We have these preconceived patterns and we are looking for the familiar based on these patterns. To break out of the matching habit we need to look for differences as well as similarities.
He looked through the rack of clothing. Maybe it was lame, he didn’t know. He’d always thought girls liked this sort of thing. But finding matching outfits was harder than he expected. Somehow he didn’t think it would work just because all the clothes were blue. They didn’t make co-ordinated his and hers clothing anymore, though.
I love matching new shoes with a new handbag. It’s a wonderful thing to do. Matching outfits with your best friend is also very fun. I know that when I go to the club I like to match my earrings with my dress. It makes you look well put together and you appear as if you take care of yourself. How nice.
Bymatching my mind wOUld say somthng abOut matCh-fixing..
bUT yesterday wn I ws rUnning l8 fOr stUdy.. rUshing in evEry-thng tO b hUrry.. evEn skippEd brEak-fast nd finally wn gOt away frOm nd gOt da bUs, I nOticEd dt my sOcks were un-matChing !
I had opened the windows and doors that day. I heard the far geese winging high and free, sounding like ships that found their way out of the a fog. There was a gently tugging breeze and right in the middle of matching his socks I walked out into the world. I never looked back.
My husband and I are very different in many ways but we have matching energy so it all works out in the end. He is easy to be with because we are always in sync. And for this I am grateful!
Matching clothes are the best ones. I always try to match what I wear but sadly, it doesn’t always work.
Black and white is my favorite matching. It always works, and it’s always stylish. The most important thing about matching, though, in my opinion is that you follow a certain strategy.
i love matching clothes. black and white, green and yellow, anything with a system that works. it doesn’t have to be rational, it doesn’t even have to look good as long as it follows a certain strategy.
We wore matching clothes. we always did that. we were twins after all. since we were born it was matching hats, shoes, dresses. I don’t know why people thought just because we looked like, we had to wear the same clothes. Wouldnt they be confused? What if I wasnt really Luciana and she, my twin, wasnt really Lane?
i’ve always been so afraid of having to match everyone. constant need to NOT conform. to ALWAYS be different. if i wear a certain pair of jeans i’m shunned because that’s what society wants me to wear. maybe i just like these jeans okay? maybe sometimes i like what’s trendy…
Everything she was wearing was matching – shoes, bag, jacket. Even the hair, which was a curious shade of yellow. Like dried mustard on a table. I asked her if she knew how to get to Belfast but she looked behind my head and tutted at the seagulls gathering on the lampost.
matching games for little kids are lots of fun. they stretch your mind in new ways, and force you to work on your memory skills. match.com is a website to match compatible singles. it is slightly sketchy but it works for many people.
There was only one shoe on the side of the road as Karen walked past it, her umbrella almsot spiralling away in the storm. I have to get home, she thought, but she couldn’t help but think that the satin red slipper was the prettiest she had ever seen, and was sad that the slipper was missing a partner.
It was hard to match the face to the person; she’d been staring at the line up of men for what felt like hours now. It made her feel like she was in grade school again, playing that god awful matching game. She didn’t have a photographic memory and for what wasn’t the first time, she felt herself resenting it.
Matching. I rarely wear matching socks. If I could find them, I would, but I’m just far too scattered to find matching ones. I just end up going for the most comfy two I can find.
Matching our walking rhythm, we continued down the narrow path. It was getting darker by the minute, the moon seeming to get weaker as the night got thicker. I couldn’t see her shoes any more. The night took us away.
matching is when you take two items, and you think that they might have something in common, so you connect them, or match them because of their correlation. Also, it can be applied to relationships.
socks match. shoes do too. certian people match, if you’re lucky enough to find the right one. colours match, some clash. but clash is the new match in my eyes. :)
we walked, step by step, all over the earth – through universes and galaxies, airways and heavens without even moving. we never moved an inch, but we went there.
Matching our walking rhythm, we continued down the narrow path. It was getting darker by the minute, the moon seeming to get weaker as the night got thicker. I couldn’t see her shoes any more.
one world
we are all human
we’re all from this earth
we can all work together
we have more things alike than different
we all love
we all think
we all care
we all sing
we all laugh
we all cry
we all love somebody or something
we all need the same simple things
i wore the same shoes as my boyfriend once. they were black converse. what i thought was just normal footwear, that went well with my outfit, he thought was too matchy matchy. i wore them anyway. thats why he loves me, or so i hope.
I was at work when I placed my feet upon my desk. A giggle surfaced from the other side of the room and I turned to see who it was. My coworker pointed to my feet and I saw that my socks were not matching.
I received this word last time and i really hope that it isnt the same word over and over again because then whats the point? always getting the same thing but then again the point of the matching game is to get the same thing so i cant really complain as i like wining. Win. I like wining.
she spread her legs and let her fingers do the walking on her perfect spot.her movements were-in her mind,anyway-coming as close to matching how she imagined his lips and tongue would act.but who needed men,with their imperfect needs and wants…what a pain in the ass.after all she had herself.if someone was going to be imperfect,it might as well be herself.that,she could deal with.she didn’t have to be forgiving or kind.she felt her fingers bring the heat.her nipples harden.no one pleased her as much as she did.
what the hell? I had this one yesterday. ok something that matches – a shirt and tie, socks, maybe two people. we could match if we tried to.
putting two airs together. till their equal. they can be differant or the same but they somplete each other. its pretty magical and wonderful. like a puzzle. :)
Matching lovers , catching stars, latching onto to something …always yearning for more
They looked exactly alike, the same length and weight, hilts guilded with diamonds and other precious gems. They were exactly the same, but complete oppposite, one was made in darkness, the other in light.
Matching
Like shirts
though we are not wearing any clothes
our bodies match each other
as they enclose
the same symmetrical space
in between
like two spoons
or a pair of opposite facing vases
i already did this word! eh whatever. matching. eyes should mismatch. that’d be so gorgeous and itd make everyone even more different than they already are. it’d be interesting…i would want one green one hazel eye.
Who says that one must match? Your socks should match, you ought to match your loved one; oh, how terrible, that dress clashes with your hair! Why must we continuously fall under the demands of our society? To hell with matching, to hell with the common views. Live life in whatever way you wish; unmatched socks or otherwise.
I wore two different scarves one pink striped and one with red and pink paisleys they were very complimenting to each other and matching in their own way.
Matching is what our brains do best. We have these preconceived patterns and we are looking for the familiar based on these patterns. To break out of the matching habit we need to look for differences as well as similarities.
He looked through the rack of clothing. Maybe it was lame, he didn’t know. He’d always thought girls liked this sort of thing. But finding matching outfits was harder than he expected. Somehow he didn’t think it would work just because all the clothes were blue. They didn’t make co-ordinated his and hers clothing anymore, though.
I love matching new shoes with a new handbag. It’s a wonderful thing to do. Matching outfits with your best friend is also very fun. I know that when I go to the club I like to match my earrings with my dress. It makes you look well put together and you appear as if you take care of yourself. How nice.
Bymatching my mind wOUld say somthng abOut matCh-fixing..
bUT yesterday wn I ws rUnning l8 fOr stUdy.. rUshing in evEry-thng tO b hUrry.. evEn skippEd brEak-fast nd finally wn gOt away frOm nd gOt da bUs, I nOticEd dt my sOcks were un-matChing !
I had opened the windows and doors that day. I heard the far geese winging high and free, sounding like ships that found their way out of the a fog. There was a gently tugging breeze and right in the middle of matching his socks I walked out into the world. I never looked back.
My husband and I are very different in many ways but we have matching energy so it all works out in the end. He is easy to be with because we are always in sync. And for this I am grateful!
Matching clothes are the best ones. I always try to match what I wear but sadly, it doesn’t always work.
Black and white is my favorite matching. It always works, and it’s always stylish. The most important thing about matching, though, in my opinion is that you follow a certain strategy.
i love matching clothes. black and white, green and yellow, anything with a system that works. it doesn’t have to be rational, it doesn’t even have to look good as long as it follows a certain strategy.
We wore matching clothes. we always did that. we were twins after all. since we were born it was matching hats, shoes, dresses. I don’t know why people thought just because we looked like, we had to wear the same clothes. Wouldnt they be confused? What if I wasnt really Luciana and she, my twin, wasnt really Lane?
matching is for losers. Nothing really matches. embrace the differences.
i’ve always been so afraid of having to match everyone. constant need to NOT conform. to ALWAYS be different. if i wear a certain pair of jeans i’m shunned because that’s what society wants me to wear. maybe i just like these jeans okay? maybe sometimes i like what’s trendy…
Everything she was wearing was matching – shoes, bag, jacket. Even the hair, which was a curious shade of yellow. Like dried mustard on a table. I asked her if she knew how to get to Belfast but she looked behind my head and tutted at the seagulls gathering on the lampost.
“So what if I don’t wear matching socks every day?” I asked, nudging him on the arm playfully. “I’m only human.”
“That’s doubtful.” He muttered, clutching the rose between palms. “Damn I miss her.”
“That’s not doubtful at all.” I said, mocking his tone. “Damn I miss you.”
matching games for little kids are lots of fun. they stretch your mind in new ways, and force you to work on your memory skills. match.com is a website to match compatible singles. it is slightly sketchy but it works for many people.
There was only one shoe on the side of the road as Karen walked past it, her umbrella almsot spiralling away in the storm. I have to get home, she thought, but she couldn’t help but think that the satin red slipper was the prettiest she had ever seen, and was sad that the slipper was missing a partner.
It was hard to match the face to the person; she’d been staring at the line up of men for what felt like hours now. It made her feel like she was in grade school again, playing that god awful matching game. She didn’t have a photographic memory and for what wasn’t the first time, she felt herself resenting it.
Matching. I rarely wear matching socks. If I could find them, I would, but I’m just far too scattered to find matching ones. I just end up going for the most comfy two I can find.
Imagine life as a puzzle. Everytime you find matching parts is the moment when you get a better clue about the bigger picture…
The way she sits on the floor makes her look like a monkey, limbs sprawling, hair a mess, wicked grin, socks always mismatched.
Matching our walking rhythm, we continued down the narrow path. It was getting darker by the minute, the moon seeming to get weaker as the night got thicker. I couldn’t see her shoes any more. The night took us away.
matching is when you take two items, and you think that they might have something in common, so you connect them, or match them because of their correlation. Also, it can be applied to relationships.
socks match. shoes do too. certian people match, if you’re lucky enough to find the right one. colours match, some clash. but clash is the new match in my eyes. :)
we walked, step by step, all over the earth – through universes and galaxies, airways and heavens without even moving. we never moved an inch, but we went there.
Matching our walking rhythm, we continued down the narrow path. It was getting darker by the minute, the moon seeming to get weaker as the night got thicker. I couldn’t see her shoes any more.
one world
we are all human
we’re all from this earth
we can all work together
we have more things alike than different
we all love
we all think
we all care
we all sing
we all laugh
we all cry
we all love somebody or something
we all need the same simple things
i wore the same shoes as my boyfriend once. they were black converse. what i thought was just normal footwear, that went well with my outfit, he thought was too matchy matchy. i wore them anyway. thats why he loves me, or so i hope.
I’ve made a match! I’ve managed to match an old coat I’d found in an alleyway dumpster with the travelling ambiguities of a stranger’s mind.
Matching. Two different things finding they are not so different after all.
I was at work when I placed my feet upon my desk. A giggle surfaced from the other side of the room and I turned to see who it was. My coworker pointed to my feet and I saw that my socks were not matching.
I received this word last time and i really hope that it isnt the same word over and over again because then whats the point? always getting the same thing but then again the point of the matching game is to get the same thing so i cant really complain as i like wining. Win. I like wining.
Matching clothes. Only if I could wear matching clothes with someone I loved.
she spread her legs and let her fingers do the walking on her perfect spot.her movements were-in her mind,anyway-coming as close to matching how she imagined his lips and tongue would act.but who needed men,with their imperfect needs and wants…what a pain in the ass.after all she had herself.if someone was going to be imperfect,it might as well be herself.that,she could deal with.she didn’t have to be forgiving or kind.she felt her fingers bring the heat.her nipples harden.no one pleased her as much as she did.