the propellor of the plane started and i felt the fear rising up through my stomach. my throat started to close up and my head spun as the plane began to rush forward and took off.
the boat propelled forward through the blue waters as the sun set above it. spreading a golden blanket over the sea. turning into an emerald mirror reflecting everything above it toward me. i gasped in the beauty.
Propel me forward into the deep end, force me to swim. I’m afraid if I dive in without a second thought I’ll sink and drown and fail, but I’m tired of being cautious, I’m tired of waiting and watching and wimping out because I’m afraid. Being timid is hard on a person. Propel me forward into life. Force me to make a change.
I always like to steal Propel water from Mike.
Not because I think I deserve it, but because I hate Mike.
Normally I don’t hate people, but his positive negativity kills me.
i pushed, or at least i tried to push myself away from my world. To propel myself forward away from all this stuff…away…away…away…away…gone forever…like a bird…fly free…always…
The boat propelled. And the water hit his finger tips. He stood up tall and looked around. He was alone, with the water and the sky. Alone, but happy. With nothing but a beer in his hand, he was happy.
She moved herself in inexplicable ways back to the beginning and around again. She loved every moment every swear every dare was a swing around propelling her to her greatest and highest self.
The soft current propelled her through the water, deeper and deeper. Her lungs began to quietly ache for air. She ignored them and pushed on. She felt safe within the depths; a sense of belonging assulted her that she never felt anywhere else.
I propeled across the open feilds trying to get away. Faster and faster, I couldn’t breathe. All I wanted was to get away. Chasing after me, it seemed like I was slow and awkward. The birds in the sky, mocking me it seemed. This is terrible I would be thinking to myself. I couldn’t go any faster. Goodbye I thought to myself, this is it.
It’s about time we start propelling ourselves forward, seizing our dreams, and being who we were meant to be. Don’t allow yourself to be limited by what you THINK you should do, rather believe in yourself and LIVE. Propel yourself.
I’m rocketing farther and farther from everything I hoped I would become. Propelled by bad decisions and broken morals, Ive found myself in a place, state that is unfamiliar and unwelcome.
my time is running out. i cannot go fast enough to make it work.
my time is running out.
i try to move faster, run faster, think faster, but i can’t.
i am stuck in slow motion.
i am trapped in time, and it’s running out.
You propel yourself forward, into the depths where the waves can still be felt but from deep within, so deep to throw discrepancy into your balance and vision. You see what lies before you in your navy heaven. A castle as seen from above, an angular array of shard surrounding the cylinder. You bring your legs together, slow but powerful to bring forth powerful push. It is too dim to make out much detail of this beaut, remnants of some civilization that seem to be stabilized inside of this black hole inside the ocean.
i propelled into the water because i looked at the propellers on titanic and rose wanted to commit suicide but jack stopped her because he knew that she needed him and i want to watch titanic when it is rereleased in 3D in the year 2012 to signify that titanic sank 100 years ago (in 1912) and i want to see it. james cameron has a lot of money. it’s really hard to write about the word “propel” except that i know it’s a drink of some sort. it’s a 6-lettered word and my name has six letters in it.
I propelled myself up to the highest part of the ladder. the sun was bright and the Earth was radiant green that year. It was long before I let myself be too afraid of heights and long after I had begun see in time the true evils of the world.
The future is pulling me forward…Or maybe the past or my fears are propelling me towards it? I’m terrified…And this force is pulling me into the unknown. It’s a good thing, though. I’d never be brave enough to do it on my own.
propel makes everyone think theyre doing good for their bodies, but they arent. its just a lot a lot a lot of sugar that nobody needs. it doesnt “propel” them forward on their roads toward good health. it brings them down to the exact same place theyve been for years and years, completely ignorant of everything theyve ever thought they knew. welcome to reality, lover.
Propel, the speed of a projectile being fired at the figure. The figure that is the change, the change that revolutionizes the world, removes the world from itself and leaves us in a new reality where we are who are without anything holding us back.
He propelled through the air with all his might, willing his body to reach the other side of the valley. He knew Anna was depending on him to return, but in that split moment that he was in the air, he knew he couldn’t keep his promise.
propel me to the top cuz there is where i want to be. not the top of the food chain, but at my climax of happiness. let me plateau there because once i get to the top i never want to come down. what a dream to propel to the top, the catylyst must be love.
When I think of propelling, I think of force, I think of air and energy to fly. Extreme sports. Bungee jumping. Maybe the will and resolve for a person to continue what they are trying to do. Propelling gives you the energy to move on and do something exciting and new.
Propel me forward
Into the dark
Set me in motion
Give me a spark
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know a whole lot now
But I do know where I stand.
I’m running towards the cake – nay, propelling myself towards it! I want the cake! I AM THE CAKE! I must posess it. Or does it posess me? Am I an empty shell led only by pastries and cooking goods? I fear the worst.
The german shepard next store had a long scar down is snount. The properller on my dad’s plane was just at the level of it..by unfortunate chance. That’s why we always had dogs that were shorter than the propeller…
a boat is propelled in the water with it’s engine. propellers are used to propel a vehicle. it is also a brand of flavored water. there are flavors like grape. i don’t particularly like propel water but it is low in calories. i want to propel myself
I was propelled toward her. The girl with the blond pixie cut behind the bar. Surely you saw her? The way she tipped the plastic cups under the tap, adjusted the goggles on her head.
By the sight of him, it’s as if the Earth was attempting to propel me towards his being. Every inch of me was pulled towards his soul, and I knew it was the only thing I would ever want in this world. Ever.
I wanted to propel myself into the best possible things. I wanted to be the best overall. But other people propelled faster, and I was left behind. Who knew that this would’ve happened. It was one of my dreams to be the best, valedictorian, whatever. And people say grades aren’t everything.
you need to propel yourself forward in order to suceed. leave everything behind and just move forward. no looking back just life that is straight ahead of you, that’s all you need. no regrets just propel through the hard times. more forward
time is propelled, propelled, often faster than we’d like it to go. one moment changes your life, one person, one movement, one look, and suddenly it’s gone, dispersed into a greater moment we’ve yet to encounter. thoughts, images, emotions propel from our hearts, our minds. we can’t stop time, but we can enjoy it.
There is a certain way that Yuusei propels himself forward in the water of the murky ocean. Jack watches the sunlight glint off of the surface as Yuusei swims among the trash, trying to find that lost watch.
“Anything yet?” Jack asks.
“No,” Yuusei sighs tiredly as he continues to push himself. “… Martha said she lost it here, right?”
“Right.”
With a nod, Yuusei takes one look at the water and takes a breath, diving down.
go forward quickly said my father while giving me a push. I didn’t know what forward was or why I was supposed to go there but, there you are, I was propelled into doing it. And, boy , am I now grateful to dad because I have got to the top at long last
the propellor of the plane started and i felt the fear rising up through my stomach. my throat started to close up and my head spun as the plane began to rush forward and took off.
the boat propelled forward through the blue waters as the sun set above it. spreading a golden blanket over the sea. turning into an emerald mirror reflecting everything above it toward me. i gasped in the beauty.
Propel me forward into the deep end, force me to swim. I’m afraid if I dive in without a second thought I’ll sink and drown and fail, but I’m tired of being cautious, I’m tired of waiting and watching and wimping out because I’m afraid. Being timid is hard on a person. Propel me forward into life. Force me to make a change.
I always like to steal Propel water from Mike.
Not because I think I deserve it, but because I hate Mike.
Normally I don’t hate people, but his positive negativity kills me.
i pushed, or at least i tried to push myself away from my world. To propel myself forward away from all this stuff…away…away…away…away…gone forever…like a bird…fly free…always…
The boat propelled. And the water hit his finger tips. He stood up tall and looked around. He was alone, with the water and the sky. Alone, but happy. With nothing but a beer in his hand, he was happy.
> name of gatorade’s water product
> faster
> advance
> push
She moved herself in inexplicable ways back to the beginning and around again. She loved every moment every swear every dare was a swing around propelling her to her greatest and highest self.
I will propel my foot into your ass. It’ll be HARDCORE. Faggot. <<(crackbone reference) ;)
The soft current propelled her through the water, deeper and deeper. Her lungs began to quietly ache for air. She ignored them and pushed on. She felt safe within the depths; a sense of belonging assulted her that she never felt anywhere else.
I propeled across the open feilds trying to get away. Faster and faster, I couldn’t breathe. All I wanted was to get away. Chasing after me, it seemed like I was slow and awkward. The birds in the sky, mocking me it seemed. This is terrible I would be thinking to myself. I couldn’t go any faster. Goodbye I thought to myself, this is it.
It’s about time we start propelling ourselves forward, seizing our dreams, and being who we were meant to be. Don’t allow yourself to be limited by what you THINK you should do, rather believe in yourself and LIVE. Propel yourself.
I felt her whole desire propel from her sweat towards my nose…
I’m rocketing farther and farther from everything I hoped I would become. Propelled by bad decisions and broken morals, Ive found myself in a place, state that is unfamiliar and unwelcome.
my time is running out. i cannot go fast enough to make it work.
my time is running out.
i try to move faster, run faster, think faster, but i can’t.
i am stuck in slow motion.
i am trapped in time, and it’s running out.
all we need to do in life is propel.
to move forward, to go beyond all limits,
to set ourselves apart from the rest.
Now that I know I have to wait, my heart is beating so much faster. The middle of the night seems so far away. I won’t be sleeping tonight.
You propel yourself forward, into the depths where the waves can still be felt but from deep within, so deep to throw discrepancy into your balance and vision. You see what lies before you in your navy heaven. A castle as seen from above, an angular array of shard surrounding the cylinder. You bring your legs together, slow but powerful to bring forth powerful push. It is too dim to make out much detail of this beaut, remnants of some civilization that seem to be stabilized inside of this black hole inside the ocean.
i propelled into the water because i looked at the propellers on titanic and rose wanted to commit suicide but jack stopped her because he knew that she needed him and i want to watch titanic when it is rereleased in 3D in the year 2012 to signify that titanic sank 100 years ago (in 1912) and i want to see it. james cameron has a lot of money. it’s really hard to write about the word “propel” except that i know it’s a drink of some sort. it’s a 6-lettered word and my name has six letters in it.
I propelled myself up to the highest part of the ladder. the sun was bright and the Earth was radiant green that year. It was long before I let myself be too afraid of heights and long after I had begun see in time the true evils of the world.
The future is pulling me forward…Or maybe the past or my fears are propelling me towards it? I’m terrified…And this force is pulling me into the unknown. It’s a good thing, though. I’d never be brave enough to do it on my own.
propel makes everyone think theyre doing good for their bodies, but they arent. its just a lot a lot a lot of sugar that nobody needs. it doesnt “propel” them forward on their roads toward good health. it brings them down to the exact same place theyve been for years and years, completely ignorant of everything theyve ever thought they knew. welcome to reality, lover.
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Propel, the speed of a projectile being fired at the figure. The figure that is the change, the change that revolutionizes the world, removes the world from itself and leaves us in a new reality where we are who are without anything holding us back.
He propelled through the air with all his might, willing his body to reach the other side of the valley. He knew Anna was depending on him to return, but in that split moment that he was in the air, he knew he couldn’t keep his promise.
as he walked in the door the bag of chips came propeling at him like an airplane in the sky. if only he knew that night would be the end of him.
propel me to the top cuz there is where i want to be. not the top of the food chain, but at my climax of happiness. let me plateau there because once i get to the top i never want to come down. what a dream to propel to the top, the catylyst must be love.
When I think of propelling, I think of force, I think of air and energy to fly. Extreme sports. Bungee jumping. Maybe the will and resolve for a person to continue what they are trying to do. Propelling gives you the energy to move on and do something exciting and new.
Propel me forward
Into the dark
Set me in motion
Give me a spark
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know a whole lot now
But I do know where I stand.
I’m running towards the cake – nay, propelling myself towards it! I want the cake! I AM THE CAKE! I must posess it. Or does it posess me? Am I an empty shell led only by pastries and cooking goods? I fear the worst.
The german shepard next store had a long scar down is snount. The properller on my dad’s plane was just at the level of it..by unfortunate chance. That’s why we always had dogs that were shorter than the propeller…
a boat is propelled in the water with it’s engine. propellers are used to propel a vehicle. it is also a brand of flavored water. there are flavors like grape. i don’t particularly like propel water but it is low in calories. i want to propel myself
I was propelled toward her. The girl with the blond pixie cut behind the bar. Surely you saw her? The way she tipped the plastic cups under the tap, adjusted the goggles on her head.
By the sight of him, it’s as if the Earth was attempting to propel me towards his being. Every inch of me was pulled towards his soul, and I knew it was the only thing I would ever want in this world. Ever.
I wanted to propel myself into the best possible things. I wanted to be the best overall. But other people propelled faster, and I was left behind. Who knew that this would’ve happened. It was one of my dreams to be the best, valedictorian, whatever. And people say grades aren’t everything.
you need to propel yourself forward in order to suceed. leave everything behind and just move forward. no looking back just life that is straight ahead of you, that’s all you need. no regrets just propel through the hard times. more forward
time is propelled, propelled, often faster than we’d like it to go. one moment changes your life, one person, one movement, one look, and suddenly it’s gone, dispersed into a greater moment we’ve yet to encounter. thoughts, images, emotions propel from our hearts, our minds. we can’t stop time, but we can enjoy it.
flying forward over the water
a failed attempt to turn on skis
the speedboat whirrs
and the water is wet
as you propel
There is a certain way that Yuusei propels himself forward in the water of the murky ocean. Jack watches the sunlight glint off of the surface as Yuusei swims among the trash, trying to find that lost watch.
“Anything yet?” Jack asks.
“No,” Yuusei sighs tiredly as he continues to push himself. “… Martha said she lost it here, right?”
“Right.”
With a nod, Yuusei takes one look at the water and takes a breath, diving down.
go forward quickly said my father while giving me a push. I didn’t know what forward was or why I was supposed to go there but, there you are, I was propelled into doing it. And, boy , am I now grateful to dad because I have got to the top at long last