Out of the darkness, he spoke once more. The words sent shivers through my body, and everything went numb and black. Was this really what it was like, talking to him back in the days of yesteryear? Why did it all have to come to this?
a smell that seems to surround me its some thing I think about when I think about my grand parents or those times in past when I was experimenting with my sexuality, and what It seemed to result in !
Obligation. Because I said so. Parents? Society? Friends? What about must be happy? Must do what feels right. Does that obligation ever exist? Or does must entail those you care about tugging at the heart strings for you to do what they think is right for you. When must you do what you must?
i must be better. i must learn to forget. i must find my flaws, and demolish them. i must learn to forget my past, because when i let it creep up on me, it will ruin my good days. i need to learn to forgive those who have hurt me before. but how can i learn all this? i dont think i can do it.
He MUST find. If he didn’t find her…well the queen would have his head. “Lady Katherine!” He called out into the unknown wilderness set out before him. He knew she went this way, she always ran this way to sulk. But she was never this deep in the spooky forest. He must find her, or else.
you always must do something its just something that you have to do, must do this must do that wtf? I mean its a word that tells you to do something its totally demanding i
I must do this. No choice, no decision to be made, for once. Just a single path, stretching out ahead of me, heading to who-knows-where. That is what “must” is, after all.
must do the must, without must. mustard is for chickens, for without them there will be no musing. i must do the must, what’s must to be done? if all that is must fails, then no must of us will survive. whatever.
It’s too controlling.
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Must is you have to, you have no choice.
It’s controlling.
It’s usually not your choice, it’s somebody else telling you you have to do this.
bad thoughts
Must. It’s an awkward word. I must do this. I must do that. Really, we MUSTN’T acutally do anything. Must is a word we use to trick ourselves into the importance of some things over others. Granted, there are many important things, like eating and paying the bills, but it’s usually used in the since that I MUST have that purse.
You must have a job. But it must pay well and make you emotionally fulfilled. Why must I? Why can’t i just be emotionally fulfilled. Most people don’t find any enjoyment in life whatsoever, as though life in the U.S Is to make money and be as miserable as possible. Well fuck that. I must be happy. Musn’t, I?
I mus walk forward
and step in line
and do my chores
make it to work on time
I musn’t fall
or fail myself
I have to cook
and fix that shelf
and it all screams a kind of must
but its not true–that you can trust
The need to do what you feel has to be done. Some primal urge that encapsulates your spirit. When you approach the vessel that wishes but nothing than to carry you off.
You stay there. You look fear in the eyes and know that you cannot try. You MUST.
One must get up. And live the way our society expects us to live. Fuss about the little things, the creases in your shirt, the mess in your house, then go to school and have your life carefully structured. Get married, have kids, die. Leave no impact. The silent screams of oppression mean nothing here. We live ‘free’.
Must. must bake, must make, must create, cant life with out must, the desire, a hot shower to wake you up. energize, must not forget the word must, it is the air, it is the soil, i must figure it out. four letters and a million ways to do. i must. i must. must.
She had to. She didn’t want to. But she had to. She knew she was going to die. But it was what she had to do. It was what she was born to do. She was born to die.
How many times must my feet drag over these hard wooden floors, my muscles contract at the effort of the load. Who is the one responsible for this? Born at age 0 and sent to a camp that I had no control over
Searching deeply to find the trust,
within mistake ridden consquence
Foreboding mysteries
unwanted histories
life is a succession of imminent nows
and life is a must.
We all must do well. Honestly i think it’s a problem. We aren’t taking care of the dumb people. Too many chiefs and not enough indians! We can’t ALLLL cure cancer. We need stupid people, and we can’t have stupid people if they’re slitting themselves over justin bieber on trees!
She stared into his violecent eyes and thought, he must be a fool. She lay back on the soft white pillows, her eyes never leaving his.
“This’ll hurt'” he said, leaning over her, knife glinting in the moon light.
You bet it will, she thought. Her lips parted just enough to reveal to sharp fangs.
“What the fuck!” He jumped back, but not fast enough.
You must get out. I doubt you can – it’s too late, now. You stopped, you took the time to read this ironically time-consuming warning, and now it’s pointless. You can’t escape. Run if you’d like. Scream, even. It won’t do any good. It’s coming. It’s unavoidable. I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, it got me, too.
I must get good grades. I must go to church. I must follow rules. I must get in shape. I must practice my instrument. I must clean my room. I must do what I’m told, and forget what I feel is right.
Or do I?
I must understand you. I don’t really have to but I feel like there’s something pulling me towards you. I simply must because now it’s not a want anymore it’s a need. I just fucking absolutely must get you, feel you and get inside of you in every sense of the word dammit! It’s an obsession really.
i just wrote about must. but i must do it again.
i’ll muster she said as she blew through the doorway.
headed off to school she murmurs under her breath the whole time
‘why must i do this every day
it gets a little old’
do what she must, she’ll do whatever it takes.
I must have thought it over a million times before. I should want to kill her for what she did, but as I stare at her with the gun in my hand all I can think of are the good times. Not the bitter pain she left me with.
the must, its a word that has a tendency to make people rush to do things, not always because you like to do it, but because you have to.. not the favorite word of the humanity.
You must keep a level head, if anything, show them that you didn’t let them get to you. Don’t let them know that they won because you know they didn’t but they won’t know that. Your anger just fuels their foolishness. The moment they get your soul, they win.
Out of the darkness, he spoke once more. The words sent shivers through my body, and everything went numb and black. Was this really what it was like, talking to him back in the days of yesteryear? Why did it all have to come to this?
We all got left behind. We let it all slip away.
Must? I must do it? Make me. Try. This is my life. Not yours. My life. My dreams. I create my own destiny. Take that away from me. I dare you.
a smell that seems to surround me its some thing I think about when I think about my grand parents or those times in past when I was experimenting with my sexuality, and what It seemed to result in !
Obligation. Because I said so. Parents? Society? Friends? What about must be happy? Must do what feels right. Does that obligation ever exist? Or does must entail those you care about tugging at the heart strings for you to do what they think is right for you. When must you do what you must?
He must trust in the bust of the just.
i must be better. i must learn to forget. i must find my flaws, and demolish them. i must learn to forget my past, because when i let it creep up on me, it will ruin my good days. i need to learn to forgive those who have hurt me before. but how can i learn all this? i dont think i can do it.
He MUST find. If he didn’t find her…well the queen would have his head. “Lady Katherine!” He called out into the unknown wilderness set out before him. He knew she went this way, she always ran this way to sulk. But she was never this deep in the spooky forest. He must find her, or else.
you always must do something its just something that you have to do, must do this must do that wtf? I mean its a word that tells you to do something its totally demanding i
I must do this. No choice, no decision to be made, for once. Just a single path, stretching out ahead of me, heading to who-knows-where. That is what “must” is, after all.
Destiny must be on our side
For I did not see this happening
I thought that I had lost you forever
But I guess she gave us a new beginning.
I must not tell lies.
must do the must, without must. mustard is for chickens, for without them there will be no musing. i must do the must, what’s must to be done? if all that is must fails, then no must of us will survive. whatever.
It’s too controlling.
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Must is you have to, you have no choice.
It’s controlling.
It’s usually not your choice, it’s somebody else telling you you have to do this.
bad thoughts
Must. It’s an awkward word. I must do this. I must do that. Really, we MUSTN’T acutally do anything. Must is a word we use to trick ourselves into the importance of some things over others. Granted, there are many important things, like eating and paying the bills, but it’s usually used in the since that I MUST have that purse.
You must have a job. But it must pay well and make you emotionally fulfilled. Why must I? Why can’t i just be emotionally fulfilled. Most people don’t find any enjoyment in life whatsoever, as though life in the U.S Is to make money and be as miserable as possible. Well fuck that. I must be happy. Musn’t, I?
I mus walk forward
and step in line
and do my chores
make it to work on time
I musn’t fall
or fail myself
I have to cook
and fix that shelf
and it all screams a kind of must
but its not true–that you can trust
never think
about rain
and baseball
and the sound of a wet bat
missing the thin skin
of a perfect pitch.
The need to do what you feel has to be done. Some primal urge that encapsulates your spirit. When you approach the vessel that wishes but nothing than to carry you off.
You stay there. You look fear in the eyes and know that you cannot try. You MUST.
You must be the slam jammer the world needs.
One must get up. And live the way our society expects us to live. Fuss about the little things, the creases in your shirt, the mess in your house, then go to school and have your life carefully structured. Get married, have kids, die. Leave no impact. The silent screams of oppression mean nothing here. We live ‘free’.
Must…but why must I?
Who decided on these rules of engagement?
Shouldn’t I…Mustn’t I follow my heart?
Do what I think is right?
Must. must bake, must make, must create, cant life with out must, the desire, a hot shower to wake you up. energize, must not forget the word must, it is the air, it is the soil, i must figure it out. four letters and a million ways to do. i must. i must. must.
Must is the the ultimate motivator. I don’t want to, I MUST. And when I MUST, I can not, will not fail. Must is… undeniable.
She had to. She didn’t want to. But she had to. She knew she was going to die. But it was what she had to do. It was what she was born to do. She was born to die.
How many times must my feet drag over these hard wooden floors, my muscles contract at the effort of the load. Who is the one responsible for this? Born at age 0 and sent to a camp that I had no control over
Searching deeply to find the trust,
within mistake ridden consquence
Foreboding mysteries
unwanted histories
life is a succession of imminent nows
and life is a must.
‘You must brush your teeth before bed!’
‘Yes mother!’
‘You must wash your face in the mornings!’
‘Yes mother!’
You must respect your mother
Before it’s too late.
We all must do well. Honestly i think it’s a problem. We aren’t taking care of the dumb people. Too many chiefs and not enough indians! We can’t ALLLL cure cancer. We need stupid people, and we can’t have stupid people if they’re slitting themselves over justin bieber on trees!
She stared into his violecent eyes and thought, he must be a fool. She lay back on the soft white pillows, her eyes never leaving his.
“This’ll hurt'” he said, leaning over her, knife glinting in the moon light.
You bet it will, she thought. Her lips parted just enough to reveal to sharp fangs.
“What the fuck!” He jumped back, but not fast enough.
You must get out. I doubt you can – it’s too late, now. You stopped, you took the time to read this ironically time-consuming warning, and now it’s pointless. You can’t escape. Run if you’d like. Scream, even. It won’t do any good. It’s coming. It’s unavoidable. I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, it got me, too.
“I simply MUST have this!” Kara swung around, the yellow skirt of the sundress swirling around her legs. She beamed.
“We can’t, Kara. You know we can’t.” Matt said it quietly and darted his eyes around to make sure no one could hear them.
“I didn’t say I was going to BUY it.” Kara winked and headed toward the dressing room. Emerging a few minutes later, she headed for the door.
Matt started after her and looked back at the empty hanger in the changing room.
I must get good grades. I must go to church. I must follow rules. I must get in shape. I must practice my instrument. I must clean my room. I must do what I’m told, and forget what I feel is right.
Or do I?
There’s a thousand things that we think we must do: wake up, make the bed, go to work, come home, kiss the spouse, go to bed.
I think that we’ve lost sight of what must actually means.
I must understand you. I don’t really have to but I feel like there’s something pulling me towards you. I simply must because now it’s not a want anymore it’s a need. I just fucking absolutely must get you, feel you and get inside of you in every sense of the word dammit! It’s an obsession really.
“You have to go!” He grips his friend’s hands tightly, voice tight with despair. “You must,” he whispers.
We must. We must. We must increase our bust.
I totally did those exercises in Jr. High before realizing that hey! Tiny titties are here to stay! It was, like most of adolescence, thrilling.
I’m worried about the way my boobs will look in my wedding dress. I’m still just 12 years old in my head, I guess.
i just wrote about must. but i must do it again.
i’ll muster she said as she blew through the doorway.
headed off to school she murmurs under her breath the whole time
‘why must i do this every day
it gets a little old’
do what she must, she’ll do whatever it takes.
I must have thought it over a million times before. I should want to kill her for what she did, but as I stare at her with the gun in my hand all I can think of are the good times. Not the bitter pain she left me with.
the must, its a word that has a tendency to make people rush to do things, not always because you like to do it, but because you have to.. not the favorite word of the humanity.
You must keep a level head, if anything, show them that you didn’t let them get to you. Don’t let them know that they won because you know they didn’t but they won’t know that. Your anger just fuels their foolishness. The moment they get your soul, they win.