an array of swirls and colours, intertwining randomly with neat precision at predetermined intervals. loops and wheels, peaks and flats. They fill our lives without us noticing, consuming our dreams and infatuating our souls. Plus the make amazing clothes.
Castiel stood at the foot of the bed where Dean slept, watching him. He had heard Dean say several times that it was incredibly creepy, but Cas enjoyed it. He looked so peaceful, Less angry when he was sleeping, So he watched, letting the calm pattern of Dean’s chest rising and falling in rhythm make him smile.
everything has a pattern. everything. you just go go go. keep going. this after that, that after this. never changing always the same. why does it feel so hard to break the pattern? it shouldn’t be so terribly difficult to do. we should create our own dysfunctional patterns.
light falls, illuminating the figures on the walls of my bedroom. Elusive – patterns move gracefully. Repeating black and white shadows color my soul through the night. Light. Sweet Light and pattern.
Repetition. I feel as though all life falls into a pattern. And it isn’t all bad; in fact, it is comforting. But how to defeat the mundane? How can we ever defeat the void? The New shall shatter the silence
I stood there
Watching you walk away.
I knew nearly everything about you.
Memorized the way
you looked when you
were sad.
And how you’re eyebrows
moved when you were
joyful.
I knew nearly everything about you.
So how come I never recognized this never-ending pattern
leading us down the path of destruction?
There are patterns everywhere in the world. There are patterns in every moment of your life. Every step you take and every breath you inhale has a huge pattern based on the huge aspect of life. I really don’t understand life’s pattern. You live and you die and you are compared to everyone else.
there are lots of patters everywhere, in colors, people and in nature. there are far more patterns in the natural world than we may think. they are beautiful and all around us.
Spatial patterns are pretty cool. Not gonna lie. I was talking about hor my sister’s nails were marbled earlier today, and it made a pretty cool pattern. Same with music sometimes, man. I mean, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, chorus? Pop music is the devil. And y’know, it’s not such a bad thing. Rock N Roll Butterfly. Rock. N. Roll.
I was told once that “history repeats itself”. What can I do to make sure this isn’t so? Every step I take seems to be repetitive, every person I meet seems to remind me of someone from the past. It’s a pattern, a cycle–it’s life–I was fucked over before and I’m over it now but sometimes all I can think about is that line:
Patterns, shapes they all tessolate, makes sense to be waiting while your eyes keep creating. Mixed sense of feeling, moods swap when walls are peeling in a social patterned show letting other know not the true workings of a messy soul.
There’s a pattern here. I make great friends, they become something more, we break up, my heart is broken and I’m left wondering what happened. “We were so close,” I think, bewildered. Suddenly we are avoiding each other’s eyes. It is a pattern. What is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?
patterns get me through life, they help shape what I believe in, they put me in a good mood. without pattern I am useless, I am lost I am nothing, pattern is love.
Patterns are everywhere.you follow them or fall into them. Just don’t let them be bigger than you. Your pattern should exist be for you. You shouldn’t exist for your pattern. Don’t be afraid to walk away from it or start a new one. The most interesting lives like the most interesting art never simplyrepeats the same pattern.
So i was walking down the street one day, and noticed some sound coming from a far away distance. I decided to head over in the general direction to see what it was. I had arrived at the place and noticed that there was a huge train that would make the same sound every time it would pass, like a repeating patter.
I generally don’t like patterns because they’re too predictable. Given, they can be fun or boring but predictable is never fun. Life should never be a pattern.
life seems to follow a pattern for me. I’ll want something. I’ll try my best to get it. It’ll be mine…then I’ll start chasing something else, and lose what I thought I had. “Should I give up, or, should I just keep chasing pavements even if it leads no where…?”
patterns,the firs thing i think of is when i was a kid playing animal crossing i loved making myself patterns for clothing at that clothing store. When i was a kid I was obsessed with designing, whatever happened to that, what happened to anyones childhood
the tiles on the floor in the bathroom we never noticed and when we finally did we kept wondering how we went so long without noticing. they were beautiful, but after we noticed them we were sad, because of the way we noticed them, the why. it never should have happened like that. we should have noticed the first time we brushed our teeth or braided our hair.
Everything has a pattern. music has patterns. math problems have patterns. quilts have patterns and clothes have patterns. our everyday life follows a pattern. we often do the same thing day in day out. wake up work eat sleep etc. a pattern.
i love patterns. patterns are regularity in art. but they are also abstract definition within art. it is one of the design elements that are essential to a cohesive concept.
Pattern reminds me of rhythm. We all have a daily pattern and generally many of us get stuck in a rut. Thankfully, I vear out of this rut a lot and enjoy that aspect of my life very much. I try to hang out with people and be spontaneous to keep life lively.
There is too much repetition. The truth is, we are all in a rut. Like, as a species. We are in this cycle, this pattern if you will, where all it is is a chase to see who can come up with what first. We want to develop into something better, we want to evolve. But in that desperate chase for something new, we’re repeating what we have for thousands of years. We just need to slow down.
i was told that iq is basically a person’s skill at finding patterns.
finding patterns is all it takes to be considered a genius.
i suck at that shit.
how the hell was i considered ‘gifted’?
am i even smart at all?
me thinking like this is becoming a pattern.
i guess that counts, huh.
Abed notices the pattern right away. Troy tries to tell him something, then when he can’t, he doesn’t talk to Abed for at least ranging from a few hours to a whole day, he can never go beyond that, or he hasn’t so far. His palms will sweat and he’ll lick his lips and he’ll get a funny look in his eye. None of this Abed can hope to understand beyond knowing the basic body language and creating an elaborate track of the pattern. It won’t fix anything, but it’ll make his stomach stop hurting.
The pattern of existence repeats itself.
Turning and twisting into and out from its core.
It cannot be changed, only faded and forgotten.
Remembered only when cleaning out the closet.
Regardless, it will always be my favorite pattern.
patterns are really fun. it makes things easy to remeber. you see them a lot in math art and writing. color patterns are pretty. they make it wasy for you to sew your own clothes. some patterns are hard as well.
patterns are cool. epically sweet patterns on quilts. abbie makes quilts, she also smoke alota pot. prolly why shes so creative. i also like shirts and skirts with cool patterns on them.
a pattern is something i try to find on a regular basis. a pattern in liscense plates, life, and the periodic table. it is this pattern that eludes me most. i cannot stand patterns that are easily consistent. i need it to be challenging
The pattern repeats itself constantly. All of its characteristics being perceived in day life continue day by day. A monotonous drudgery of nothingness. Occasionally, a spark of light may catch my eyes and the leaves of trees look beautiful. Things are not so grey anymore.
it seemed like everything in her life was falling into a pattern. wake up, head to school, rush through the crowd of nameless faces, eat, drink, sleep. Rinse. Repeat. going to a school she didn’t love, living in a city where she was nervous about tomorrow–the pattern was more of a vicious cycle than joyful happenstance.
Series, induction patterns of life everything in life is formed into a pattern
Patterns are everywhere especially in nature. It is possible that our whole world is based onto a pattern of repetition as in everything we do has been done before, everything we have felt others have to and we are just a reciprocation of it
My mind is full of shapes that intertwine and intermingle with themselves and around one another. They pulsate to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Slow, steady and graceful.
Touch, smell, sight, sound and taste:
The pattern(s) of sensation form swirls of color in my mind.
I find myself completely at a loss and yet I feel every time like I’ve found myself again.
My mind is full of shapes that intertwine and intermingle with themselves and around one another. They pulsate to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Slow, steady and graceful.
Touch, smell, sight, sound and taste.
The pattern(s) of sensation form swirls of color in my mind.
I find myself completely at a loss and yet I feel every time like I’ve found myself again.
tessellations, tessellations are a pattern. I remember drawing them for geometry class and mine was really complicated. I was even on trip when I made it too, trying to make straight lines when the only thing behind the page is a carpet. Didn’t really work very well, it looked fuzzy instead of the perfect neat image I had envisioned it to be.
an array of swirls and colours, intertwining randomly with neat precision at predetermined intervals. loops and wheels, peaks and flats. They fill our lives without us noticing, consuming our dreams and infatuating our souls. Plus the make amazing clothes.
Castiel stood at the foot of the bed where Dean slept, watching him. He had heard Dean say several times that it was incredibly creepy, but Cas enjoyed it. He looked so peaceful, Less angry when he was sleeping, So he watched, letting the calm pattern of Dean’s chest rising and falling in rhythm make him smile.
No Gaps
If our relationship is made
of bits of you and me,
I think we’d be portrayed
by a pattern, splendidly.
Our pieces are so fine,
Their fit is clean and straight.
Just like your hand in mine,
We were born to tessellate.
everything has a pattern. everything. you just go go go. keep going. this after that, that after this. never changing always the same. why does it feel so hard to break the pattern? it shouldn’t be so terribly difficult to do. we should create our own dysfunctional patterns.
A patterned sweater shows how voluptuous you really are
I quickly turn my head so as not to stare
But as the evening passes
And after countless tipped glasses
I get lost in you
The color of your eyes– blue
The way you walk
Your lips as you talk
Admiration turns to lust
my mind forms images I won’t discuss
I won’t say a word
I’m contentedly silent
I don’t fear rejection
But I have different expectations
Girls like you move fast
leaving boys like me in the past
light falls, illuminating the figures on the walls of my bedroom. Elusive – patterns move gracefully. Repeating black and white shadows color my soul through the night. Light. Sweet Light and pattern.
Repetition. I feel as though all life falls into a pattern. And it isn’t all bad; in fact, it is comforting. But how to defeat the mundane? How can we ever defeat the void? The New shall shatter the silence
I stood there
Watching you walk away.
I knew nearly everything about you.
Memorized the way
you looked when you
were sad.
And how you’re eyebrows
moved when you were
joyful.
I knew nearly everything about you.
So how come I never recognized this never-ending pattern
leading us down the path of destruction?
There are patterns everywhere in the world. There are patterns in every moment of your life. Every step you take and every breath you inhale has a huge pattern based on the huge aspect of life. I really don’t understand life’s pattern. You live and you die and you are compared to everyone else.
there are lots of patters everywhere, in colors, people and in nature. there are far more patterns in the natural world than we may think. they are beautiful and all around us.
Spatial patterns are pretty cool. Not gonna lie. I was talking about hor my sister’s nails were marbled earlier today, and it made a pretty cool pattern. Same with music sometimes, man. I mean, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, chorus? Pop music is the devil. And y’know, it’s not such a bad thing. Rock N Roll Butterfly. Rock. N. Roll.
I was told once that “history repeats itself”. What can I do to make sure this isn’t so? Every step I take seems to be repetitive, every person I meet seems to remind me of someone from the past. It’s a pattern, a cycle–it’s life–I was fucked over before and I’m over it now but sometimes all I can think about is that line:
“History repeats itself.”
Staring at the patterns on the wall for too long created a chaotic rhythm of red and brown, all intertwining into each other’s zig-zags and stripes.
Patterns, shapes they all tessolate, makes sense to be waiting while your eyes keep creating. Mixed sense of feeling, moods swap when walls are peeling in a social patterned show letting other know not the true workings of a messy soul.
There’s a pattern here. I make great friends, they become something more, we break up, my heart is broken and I’m left wondering what happened. “We were so close,” I think, bewildered. Suddenly we are avoiding each other’s eyes. It is a pattern. What is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?
patterns get me through life, they help shape what I believe in, they put me in a good mood. without pattern I am useless, I am lost I am nothing, pattern is love.
Repeated: blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold, blue, gold . . .
i have noticed, once again, a pattern – the way others come into and out of my life so effortlessly, without a bit of loss on their part.
Patterns are everywhere.you follow them or fall into them. Just don’t let them be bigger than you. Your pattern should exist be for you. You shouldn’t exist for your pattern. Don’t be afraid to walk away from it or start a new one. The most interesting lives like the most interesting art never simplyrepeats the same pattern.
So i was walking down the street one day, and noticed some sound coming from a far away distance. I decided to head over in the general direction to see what it was. I had arrived at the place and noticed that there was a huge train that would make the same sound every time it would pass, like a repeating patter.
I generally don’t like patterns because they’re too predictable. Given, they can be fun or boring but predictable is never fun. Life should never be a pattern.
life seems to follow a pattern for me. I’ll want something. I’ll try my best to get it. It’ll be mine…then I’ll start chasing something else, and lose what I thought I had. “Should I give up, or, should I just keep chasing pavements even if it leads no where…?”
patterns,the firs thing i think of is when i was a kid playing animal crossing i loved making myself patterns for clothing at that clothing store. When i was a kid I was obsessed with designing, whatever happened to that, what happened to anyones childhood
the tiles on the floor in the bathroom we never noticed and when we finally did we kept wondering how we went so long without noticing. they were beautiful, but after we noticed them we were sad, because of the way we noticed them, the why. it never should have happened like that. we should have noticed the first time we brushed our teeth or braided our hair.
Everything has a pattern. music has patterns. math problems have patterns. quilts have patterns and clothes have patterns. our everyday life follows a pattern. we often do the same thing day in day out. wake up work eat sleep etc. a pattern.
i love patterns. patterns are regularity in art. but they are also abstract definition within art. it is one of the design elements that are essential to a cohesive concept.
Pattern reminds me of rhythm. We all have a daily pattern and generally many of us get stuck in a rut. Thankfully, I vear out of this rut a lot and enjoy that aspect of my life very much. I try to hang out with people and be spontaneous to keep life lively.
There is too much repetition. The truth is, we are all in a rut. Like, as a species. We are in this cycle, this pattern if you will, where all it is is a chase to see who can come up with what first. We want to develop into something better, we want to evolve. But in that desperate chase for something new, we’re repeating what we have for thousands of years. We just need to slow down.
i was told that iq is basically a person’s skill at finding patterns.
finding patterns is all it takes to be considered a genius.
i suck at that shit.
how the hell was i considered ‘gifted’?
am i even smart at all?
me thinking like this is becoming a pattern.
i guess that counts, huh.
Abed notices the pattern right away. Troy tries to tell him something, then when he can’t, he doesn’t talk to Abed for at least ranging from a few hours to a whole day, he can never go beyond that, or he hasn’t so far. His palms will sweat and he’ll lick his lips and he’ll get a funny look in his eye. None of this Abed can hope to understand beyond knowing the basic body language and creating an elaborate track of the pattern. It won’t fix anything, but it’ll make his stomach stop hurting.
The pattern of existence repeats itself.
Turning and twisting into and out from its core.
It cannot be changed, only faded and forgotten.
Remembered only when cleaning out the closet.
Regardless, it will always be my favorite pattern.
patterns are really fun. it makes things easy to remeber. you see them a lot in math art and writing. color patterns are pretty. they make it wasy for you to sew your own clothes. some patterns are hard as well.
patterns are cool. epically sweet patterns on quilts. abbie makes quilts, she also smoke alota pot. prolly why shes so creative. i also like shirts and skirts with cool patterns on them.
a pattern is something i try to find on a regular basis. a pattern in liscense plates, life, and the periodic table. it is this pattern that eludes me most. i cannot stand patterns that are easily consistent. i need it to be challenging
The pattern repeats itself constantly. All of its characteristics being perceived in day life continue day by day. A monotonous drudgery of nothingness. Occasionally, a spark of light may catch my eyes and the leaves of trees look beautiful. Things are not so grey anymore.
it seemed like everything in her life was falling into a pattern. wake up, head to school, rush through the crowd of nameless faces, eat, drink, sleep. Rinse. Repeat. going to a school she didn’t love, living in a city where she was nervous about tomorrow–the pattern was more of a vicious cycle than joyful happenstance.
Series, induction patterns of life everything in life is formed into a pattern
Patterns are everywhere especially in nature. It is possible that our whole world is based onto a pattern of repetition as in everything we do has been done before, everything we have felt others have to and we are just a reciprocation of it
My mind is full of shapes that intertwine and intermingle with themselves and around one another. They pulsate to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Slow, steady and graceful.
Touch, smell, sight, sound and taste:
The pattern(s) of sensation form swirls of color in my mind.
I find myself completely at a loss and yet I feel every time like I’ve found myself again.
My mind is full of shapes that intertwine and intermingle with themselves and around one another. They pulsate to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Slow, steady and graceful.
Touch, smell, sight, sound and taste.
The pattern(s) of sensation form swirls of color in my mind.
I find myself completely at a loss and yet I feel every time like I’ve found myself again.
tessellations, tessellations are a pattern. I remember drawing them for geometry class and mine was really complicated. I was even on trip when I made it too, trying to make straight lines when the only thing behind the page is a carpet. Didn’t really work very well, it looked fuzzy instead of the perfect neat image I had envisioned it to be.