None. The power of none. That’s funny, maybe that could be a good “reduce” thing in the reduce-reuse-recycle aspect. I should develop that idea more. The power of none — reduce your consumption and save the planet! Say no to new fashions, new cars, new computers, new upgrades that you don’t really need. Oops! I refreshed the page and get another minute. I like this idea, I’m going to do something with it. Maybe on TDG? Or could this be better for EJ or an actual tangible campaign? I might save it and do something beyond the site. Yes, this was inspiring
Do we really actually matter? When there is NO ONE left on earth, will it matter? Or are we here for a reason? Or arent there any reasons at all? Does none even exist: I mean…there’s always something…
:something that so many people on earth have. Here I am, writing on a computer eating trail mix while someone somewhere is starving and wishing they could learn to read. I don’t have none.
There is nothing that I have, nothing that I can do. I am asked to write about a word without thinking. That is a paradox for I require thinking to write.
None is the noun of nothingness. None is what everything is. None is our lives. None has every right. None is all. Why do I always come to that conclusion?
All around me, closing in tighter and tighter, is nothing. Nothing but darkness. It suffocates me, eternal and stifling. Behind this eternal darkness: nothing.
None of them understood. They saw the words on the wall. The blood on the floor. Yet none of them understood what they were saying. None of them wanted to go away to where they feared. They feared their dreams. They desired the fear. It’s what kept them going.
And then there were none. None is the thing that I want. I ask for nothing and I need nothing. All I need is to be happy. And none of you can give that to me. Only I can do that.
There is nothing. Nothing but darkness. It’s squeezing in tighter and tighter. I can’t sense anything else around me but this darkness, and behind the darkness: nothing…
There were lily pads and dragonflies and fish, I suppose fish, though I didn’t see any. But it was a lake, there had to be fish. And there were lots of cattails and other tall grasses, which hurt to walk through. And there were mosquitoes and flies and chiggers that really enjoyed snacking on me. There were clouds and cool breezes and beautiful sunsets every evening.
All of this, and no other human being around.
Nothing. I knew nothing about what I was going to write for non-fiction writing class. We were supposed to base our essay on “The Knife,” using a process we ourselves were “intimate with.” I only thought about what I would write today. Didn’t make an outline or anything. It was so difficult to write. I wonder why now, when I’m writing something off of a single word, I can write so much. Perhaps it’s because it isn’t required. That makes it all the easier. Because I’m a stubborn bitch who doesn’t like doing what she has been told to do. Unless I’m put under immediate pressure, of course.
there are many people out there in the world but none compare to the one i love. His eyes are like the ocean on a cloudy day when they shine in the light.
“I have Agatha Christie on the brain,” cried the writer in his sleep. Desperate to find the one novel to put him ahead of the game. But all he writes is generic crowd pleasers.
have you any? no, I have none. None to give. None to share. I am experiencing the nothingness of having none. Care to join me in this blissful state of nothingness? it is quite peaceful and serene when you have no worries to cloud your mind.
Alone I sit in silence. Noises? There are none. No radio, no kids, no T.V., no distractions. Free to write without hearing the painful sound of thoughts derailed.
Nothing
nothing left.
ever since you left me.
it was all i could think about. it consumed my mind, every second, every day like some monster with an endless stomache. how you left me here to rot without you, leaving this empty festering hole in my chest in your wake.
empty page, blank mind. none of us know what to say when put on the spot. none of us can fill an empty page when the pressure of time leans so heavily against us, forcing the soul to create what it should discover.
blank mind, empty page. none of us know what to say when put on the spot. none of us can fill an empty page when the pressure of time leans so heavily against us, forcing the soul to create what it should discover.
None of it matters. The fact that I am hurting the people I love, that I am hurting myself in the process- it doesn’t matter. Who cares if I just killed a person or two to get what I want? It’s illegal, so what? None of it matters. Heroine is all that matters.
Of all that I could have imagined, none of the scenarios ever brought me here. To believe such atrocities could be unfolding in the safest place I knew.
There was nothing left. All her memories, visions of her former life, her family and her friends–gone. None was left. She opened her eyes and looked around. Why was she here? How did she get here? When she was asked how she was feeling, Ezri replied, ‘Who are you?’ It was then that the person’s eyes grew wet, and they said, ‘It worked. Welcome to Lerna.’
none can follow in the footsteps of you. you are your own person. none can imitate, none can be. but you, cane be something. none of the people around you will survive like you
I can’t come up with anything positive about this word. It’s a void, it means you don’t get anything, that you got there too late and there’s none left. It makes me think of disappointed kids and hungry people. Can we get a happy word tomorrow?
No money, no food, no lodging, no love, no support, no happiness.
None.
When I pass by people on the road like this I always feel my heart break a little more and I want to buy them food and bring it to them.
Nonnen gehen nie in die Bar. Manchmal doch. Und dann ist es meistens so, dass sie es aus Versehen tun. Oder aus irgendeinem ganz besonders wichtigen Grund. Dass sie einen Betrunkenen retten wollen zum Beispiel. Der nicht gerettet werden will.
None. The power of none. That’s funny, maybe that could be a good “reduce” thing in the reduce-reuse-recycle aspect. I should develop that idea more. The power of none — reduce your consumption and save the planet! Say no to new fashions, new cars, new computers, new upgrades that you don’t really need. Oops! I refreshed the page and get another minute. I like this idea, I’m going to do something with it. Maybe on TDG? Or could this be better for EJ or an actual tangible campaign? I might save it and do something beyond the site. Yes, this was inspiring
Do we really actually matter? When there is NO ONE left on earth, will it matter? Or are we here for a reason? Or arent there any reasons at all? Does none even exist: I mean…there’s always something…
:something that so many people on earth have. Here I am, writing on a computer eating trail mix while someone somewhere is starving and wishing they could learn to read. I don’t have none.
There is nothing that I have, nothing that I can do. I am asked to write about a word without thinking. That is a paradox for I require thinking to write.
None is the noun of nothingness. None is what everything is. None is our lives. None has every right. None is all. Why do I always come to that conclusion?
All around me, closing in tighter and tighter, is nothing. Nothing but darkness. It suffocates me, eternal and stifling. Behind this eternal darkness: nothing.
nothing at all! there is nothing there! alone…i don’t know what else to say! ummm……ok bye!
None of them understood. They saw the words on the wall. The blood on the floor. Yet none of them understood what they were saying. None of them wanted to go away to where they feared. They feared their dreams. They desired the fear. It’s what kept them going.
how sad. I wanted some. I guess I will go check the next person. thank you anyways.
And then there were none. None is the thing that I want. I ask for nothing and I need nothing. All I need is to be happy. And none of you can give that to me. Only I can do that.
There is nothing. Nothing but darkness. It’s squeezing in tighter and tighter. I can’t sense anything else around me but this darkness, and behind the darkness: nothing…
nothing is none. none is nothing. nothing is white. nothing is 0. nothing is nothing.
none. none is a blank word. none..
There were lily pads and dragonflies and fish, I suppose fish, though I didn’t see any. But it was a lake, there had to be fish. And there were lots of cattails and other tall grasses, which hurt to walk through. And there were mosquitoes and flies and chiggers that really enjoyed snacking on me. There were clouds and cool breezes and beautiful sunsets every evening.
All of this, and no other human being around.
.
Nothing. I knew nothing about what I was going to write for non-fiction writing class. We were supposed to base our essay on “The Knife,” using a process we ourselves were “intimate with.” I only thought about what I would write today. Didn’t make an outline or anything. It was so difficult to write. I wonder why now, when I’m writing something off of a single word, I can write so much. Perhaps it’s because it isn’t required. That makes it all the easier. Because I’m a stubborn bitch who doesn’t like doing what she has been told to do. Unless I’m put under immediate pressure, of course.
there are many people out there in the world but none compare to the one i love. His eyes are like the ocean on a cloudy day when they shine in the light.
The memories played on as if they were a parade. None of them were more hurtful than the other.
“I have Agatha Christie on the brain,” cried the writer in his sleep. Desperate to find the one novel to put him ahead of the game. But all he writes is generic crowd pleasers.
have you any? no, I have none. None to give. None to share. I am experiencing the nothingness of having none. Care to join me in this blissful state of nothingness? it is quite peaceful and serene when you have no worries to cloud your mind.
Zero nothing zilch I don’t have anything left.
Alone I sit in silence. Noises? There are none. No radio, no kids, no T.V., no distractions. Free to write without hearing the painful sound of thoughts derailed.
Nothing
nothing left.
ever since you left me.
it was all i could think about. it consumed my mind, every second, every day like some monster with an endless stomache. how you left me here to rot without you, leaving this empty festering hole in my chest in your wake.
empty page, blank mind. none of us know what to say when put on the spot. none of us can fill an empty page when the pressure of time leans so heavily against us, forcing the soul to create what it should discover.
None.
Emptiness/loneliness.
This word is so desolate it clears out my mind and heart, leaving only a dissatisfied look on my face.
Nope. Nothing.
Majority of none. Your eyes look so blank and pale. Are you feeling alright?
blank mind, empty page. none of us know what to say when put on the spot. none of us can fill an empty page when the pressure of time leans so heavily against us, forcing the soul to create what it should discover.
None of it matters. The fact that I am hurting the people I love, that I am hurting myself in the process- it doesn’t matter. Who cares if I just killed a person or two to get what I want? It’s illegal, so what? None of it matters. Heroine is all that matters.
none of this really matters to me, to you, who knows
who dares goes, or is it wins. forever living in sin will be the answer.
Of all that I could have imagined, none of the scenarios ever brought me here. To believe such atrocities could be unfolding in the safest place I knew.
There was nothing left. All her memories, visions of her former life, her family and her friends–gone. None was left. She opened her eyes and looked around. Why was she here? How did she get here? When she was asked how she was feeling, Ezri replied, ‘Who are you?’ It was then that the person’s eyes grew wet, and they said, ‘It worked. Welcome to Lerna.’
it means nothing or something that has nothing
nothing is here. everything gone. all alone. lonely. need someone. broke. where did it go?
none can follow in the footsteps of you. you are your own person. none can imitate, none can be. but you, cane be something. none of the people around you will survive like you
I can’t come up with anything positive about this word. It’s a void, it means you don’t get anything, that you got there too late and there’s none left. It makes me think of disappointed kids and hungry people. Can we get a happy word tomorrow?
You’re asking me for sympathy, any ounce would do.
I blink, face fading away, having none to comfort you.
No money, no food, no lodging, no love, no support, no happiness.
None.
When I pass by people on the road like this I always feel my heart break a little more and I want to buy them food and bring it to them.
Nonnen gehen nie in die Bar. Manchmal doch. Und dann ist es meistens so, dass sie es aus Versehen tun. Oder aus irgendeinem ganz besonders wichtigen Grund. Dass sie einen Betrunkenen retten wollen zum Beispiel. Der nicht gerettet werden will.
Jack looked down into the box. Martin grinned at him.
“But there’s none left – of anything.”
“I know,” said Martin, as Jack began to cry.
none
no one
no one, none
can one contain the other
can neither contain the other
empty and lacking