i raised my eyebrows when i heard what he was saying. but then i thought to myself, it’s ok. it is actually ok. nothing bad can happen. only good things will come to me, if i think positive. and i felt raised to the sky at the moment. and many others moments to come.
I was raised in an old town not far from here. The view was nice, the gardens were pretty, the people were dull. The town consisted of old people, kids under 3 and me… My mum and dad and i lived in the cottage down the road, that is where we had always lived, until now.
I was raised to be independent. It’s because of where I grew up. Don’t need your help, I can do it myself. And you know what? I kind of like being that way.
I was raised by a cow. This cows name was Rosemary. She grew up on my moms farm. She was a milk cow. Who doesn’t like milk? To be raised by a raisin. I hate raisins. Raisins are just about the most unsatisfactory taste I have ever encounter with my tongue. Yuck. WERE YOU RAISED IN A BARN? Woof, Meow, Moooooo, Hiccup, Eeyore, Etc.
The pup pie snuffled underneath her mother’s flank all the other puppies were successful in finding a teat but the lost one kept going the wrong direction. Jim picked her up gently and nuzzled her back in to the throng at the mother’s belly.
I was raised in Arizona. A child, to a bright, happy god. A pink tulip, ballet with other little girls in Old town. A young woman I am blushing. The blood is raised to my cheeks. My heart is raised.
I raised a cow once. She was small, yet reliable, and I loved her. I remember sitting underneath a tree with her, reading books to her as if she could understand me, while she just gnawed at some patches of grass. It was my voice making music alongside the sound of her teeth grinding against each other.
and one day youll be raised from the ground up the sky
and youll hope you dont get carried to far
for what you may see is deathening
but enjoyment has our mind
and endearing
and liberating
just raise
just raise
i dont know this kind of just reminds me of rasins which are grapes right? like sultanas? i do not like them at all and just yesterday we made scones in home ec and we got told off for not putting them in omg i hated those damn scones they tasted like shi-
You know when you look at a word for ages and it goes funny in your eyes? That’s happened to me with ‘raised’, for the first time since I’ve started doing this. Raised. What a strange word.
When people are raised the right way, they tend to be more successful in life. But how to raise someone the right way? That’s the question. I’m sure it’s different for everyone. It’s a matter of environment. Of discipline. Of laughter and excuses and running together through a green field after a huge picnic.
right when i see this word i think of a balloon. not sure why, maybe because it raises into the air. i also think of something growing. like a flower or a child. it starts as something small, or low to the ground and then raises into the sky and keeps going up. now im thinking of the beanstock from jack and the beanstock
I was raised well. My parents did a good job. I know how to do a lot, how to take care of myself, doing things I know they must have taught me far far in the past, so long ago I don’t even remember learning them. I just know them. I hope that if I ever have kids, I do as good of a job with them as my parents did with me.
I was raised in the corn fields of the south. We would collect the corn in the hot bug filled air in the summer. In the winter my friends and i would go about across the rough dead fields looking for secret tunnels in the trees.
I raised my glass to the man across the table. He smiled, his eyes hinted with mischief. Was he flirting with me, in front of all of these people? The nerve. But I have to admit, I liked it. The attention he gave me made me feel special; like I was the only person in the room.
I dont know wath to read mais je commence à ecrire en francais porque yo estudio de todo. De que se trata todo esto’ no se pero espero que no este perdiendo mi tiempo en esto. La verdad ya mi tiempo se fue! Bueno, chao. Proque esta volviendo a comenzar, entoces escribire un poco mas. Hablaria mas de mi pero crois que le temp me se prete pas beaucoup. Au revoir.
It was growing and there was no way I could figure out to make it stop. Day to day in increments the strange form on my shoulder would get larger and larger. Then one day, the growth opened its eyes and smiled.
u can always tell how someone was raised
just by looking at their actions
how they carry themselves
so what do your actions say about you
will people remember you for all the things you’ve done or the things you that you said you would do
My parents raised me well. They taught me as much as they could so I could make the best decisions in my own life. it doesn’t always work out. I’ve made some pretty sketchy choices. Especially here lately. I know that these choices wouldn’t make them proud. but they also raised me to know that no matter what i do, they still love me.
My childhood was weird, my mother being an alcoholic and my father was never there. So, I raised myself and seven other siblings. I was raised to be a maternal figure, but I never had much time to grow up myself. My life consisted of caring for others, so my childhood was non-existent. I didn’t care much until I got older. It was hard for me to date because I hadn’t had to find myself and my personality as a child. I was constantly told that I was going to become a spinster because I could never get any dates. I was fine with being alone, solitude to me was great. I was able to think clearly and I wasn’t being suffocated by someone else. Because of how I was raised, I wasn’t really capable of loving, nor did I ever expect it to happen to me.
But that all changed when I met him.. With his soft brown curls and hazel eyes.
My childhood was weird, my mother being an alcoholic and my father was never there. So, I raised myself and seven other siblings. I was raised to be a maternal figure, but I never had much time to grow up myself. My life consisted of caring for others, so my childhood was non-existent. I didn’t care much until I got older. It was hard for me to date because I hadn’t had to find myself and my personality as a child. I was constantly told that I was going to become a spinster because I could never get any dates. FUCK YOU ANITA.
I was raised as a boy my whole life. Then when I turned thirty the doctor told me I was a girl. I guess, to me, raised is the meaning of unsure. Unsure of whom I am, or who I ought to be. Raised against the difficulties of life, I guess. Raised was the eyebrow of my parents when I told them my secret five months later.
I was raised as a girl. Obviously, because I am one. But not only gender/sex-wise (whatever the correct word use is). I was raised to wear dresses and paint my nails sparkly colors. I was raised to paint my lashes and to wish my chest was bigger. It’s weird though. Because I was raised that way, but I don’t want any of that at all.
i was raised by my parents and my grandmother, mostly my grandmother and my brother taught me my manners, while my grandmother taught me strength. I will forever be grateful to her, sometimes i wish more people were raised better, and to be better people, because society lets me down too often. It makes me sad
William Kaplan was raised well. He was taught right from wrong, through the eyes of his God and Norse myths. So it was not the Kaplans fault that when William discovered his powers, he chose to use them as he did.
I was raised as a Christian. I remember my dad bringing me to Church on Sundays since my mother always had to work. She’s a delivery and labor nurse, so she her work was always hectic.This word just reminds me of the song “You raise me up.”
We were raised on McDonalds and Mr. Rogers, you can’t expect much from us. Our idea of creativity is reality shows and yoga mats. Our idea of a bad day is when the teevo didn’t save that documentary on dolphins, or it took 5 minutes to get my order at taco bell…too long.
Born and raised in a musically inclined family. The first sound she heard was nursery rhymes, which then turned into classical music that were written by true geniuses. As the day goes by, instruments were introduced into her life, and she enjoyed every single minute of it. She brought in many new tunes -happy or sad, she didnt mind, as long as they could make her smile or weep during her moments of solitude. When she became a woman, her lifetime goal was to share the love for music to everyone and hope that they could cherish it with all their hearts. Music was her life, every now and then people spoke about the eerie yet familiar melody that was coming from her grave.
I was raised in New york by a french father and a filipino mother. I was brought up as a jehovahs witness by my grandmother but was later convinced that god was in the television. I am not fond of the way I was raised. I wish I had a harder life, but..
I was born and raised in Georgia. Every weekend was spent at my grandparents farm, feeding the cows and pigs, spending time talking and drinking tea on the front porch with grandma just talking. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss talking to her or eating all too much food for supper.
i raised my eyebrows when i heard what he was saying. but then i thought to myself, it’s ok. it is actually ok. nothing bad can happen. only good things will come to me, if i think positive. and i felt raised to the sky at the moment. and many others moments to come.
I was raised in an old town not far from here. The view was nice, the gardens were pretty, the people were dull. The town consisted of old people, kids under 3 and me… My mum and dad and i lived in the cottage down the road, that is where we had always lived, until now.
To raise the dead and command them as her own, the necromancer required a bandolier. A specific one at that, one with the seven bells.
I was raised to be independent. It’s because of where I grew up. Don’t need your help, I can do it myself. And you know what? I kind of like being that way.
I was raised by a cow. This cows name was Rosemary. She grew up on my moms farm. She was a milk cow. Who doesn’t like milk? To be raised by a raisin. I hate raisins. Raisins are just about the most unsatisfactory taste I have ever encounter with my tongue. Yuck. WERE YOU RAISED IN A BARN? Woof, Meow, Moooooo, Hiccup, Eeyore, Etc.
The pup pie snuffled underneath her mother’s flank all the other puppies were successful in finding a teat but the lost one kept going the wrong direction. Jim picked her up gently and nuzzled her back in to the throng at the mother’s belly.
I was raised in Arizona. A child, to a bright, happy god. A pink tulip, ballet with other little girls in Old town. A young woman I am blushing. The blood is raised to my cheeks. My heart is raised.
the dead were raised again by the necromancers heinous spells. All the lost echoes came back rushing to haunt the present and transform it to hell.
I raised a cow once. She was small, yet reliable, and I loved her. I remember sitting underneath a tree with her, reading books to her as if she could understand me, while she just gnawed at some patches of grass. It was my voice making music alongside the sound of her teeth grinding against each other.
and one day youll be raised from the ground up the sky
and youll hope you dont get carried to far
for what you may see is deathening
but enjoyment has our mind
and endearing
and liberating
just raise
just raise
i dont know this kind of just reminds me of rasins which are grapes right? like sultanas? i do not like them at all and just yesterday we made scones in home ec and we got told off for not putting them in omg i hated those damn scones they tasted like shi-
You know when you look at a word for ages and it goes funny in your eyes? That’s happened to me with ‘raised’, for the first time since I’ve started doing this. Raised. What a strange word.
When people are raised the right way, they tend to be more successful in life. But how to raise someone the right way? That’s the question. I’m sure it’s different for everyone. It’s a matter of environment. Of discipline. Of laughter and excuses and running together through a green field after a huge picnic.
right when i see this word i think of a balloon. not sure why, maybe because it raises into the air. i also think of something growing. like a flower or a child. it starts as something small, or low to the ground and then raises into the sky and keeps going up. now im thinking of the beanstock from jack and the beanstock
I was raised well. My parents did a good job. I know how to do a lot, how to take care of myself, doing things I know they must have taught me far far in the past, so long ago I don’t even remember learning them. I just know them. I hope that if I ever have kids, I do as good of a job with them as my parents did with me.
I was raised in the corn fields of the south. We would collect the corn in the hot bug filled air in the summer. In the winter my friends and i would go about across the rough dead fields looking for secret tunnels in the trees.
I raised my glass to the man across the table. He smiled, his eyes hinted with mischief. Was he flirting with me, in front of all of these people? The nerve. But I have to admit, I liked it. The attention he gave me made me feel special; like I was the only person in the room.
I dont know wath to read mais je commence à ecrire en francais porque yo estudio de todo. De que se trata todo esto’ no se pero espero que no este perdiendo mi tiempo en esto. La verdad ya mi tiempo se fue! Bueno, chao. Proque esta volviendo a comenzar, entoces escribire un poco mas. Hablaria mas de mi pero crois que le temp me se prete pas beaucoup. Au revoir.
It was growing and there was no way I could figure out to make it stop. Day to day in increments the strange form on my shoulder would get larger and larger. Then one day, the growth opened its eyes and smiled.
u can always tell how someone was raised
just by looking at their actions
how they carry themselves
so what do your actions say about you
will people remember you for all the things you’ve done or the things you that you said you would do
“That’s not how you were raised!”
God forbid I actually think for myself.
I’m no marionette.
My parents raised me well. They taught me as much as they could so I could make the best decisions in my own life. it doesn’t always work out. I’ve made some pretty sketchy choices. Especially here lately. I know that these choices wouldn’t make them proud. but they also raised me to know that no matter what i do, they still love me.
My childhood was weird, my mother being an alcoholic and my father was never there. So, I raised myself and seven other siblings. I was raised to be a maternal figure, but I never had much time to grow up myself. My life consisted of caring for others, so my childhood was non-existent. I didn’t care much until I got older. It was hard for me to date because I hadn’t had to find myself and my personality as a child. I was constantly told that I was going to become a spinster because I could never get any dates. I was fine with being alone, solitude to me was great. I was able to think clearly and I wasn’t being suffocated by someone else. Because of how I was raised, I wasn’t really capable of loving, nor did I ever expect it to happen to me.
But that all changed when I met him.. With his soft brown curls and hazel eyes.
My childhood was weird, my mother being an alcoholic and my father was never there. So, I raised myself and seven other siblings. I was raised to be a maternal figure, but I never had much time to grow up myself. My life consisted of caring for others, so my childhood was non-existent. I didn’t care much until I got older. It was hard for me to date because I hadn’t had to find myself and my personality as a child. I was constantly told that I was going to become a spinster because I could never get any dates. FUCK YOU ANITA.
I was raised as a boy my whole life. Then when I turned thirty the doctor told me I was a girl. I guess, to me, raised is the meaning of unsure. Unsure of whom I am, or who I ought to be. Raised against the difficulties of life, I guess. Raised was the eyebrow of my parents when I told them my secret five months later.
I was raised as a girl. Obviously, because I am one. But not only gender/sex-wise (whatever the correct word use is). I was raised to wear dresses and paint my nails sparkly colors. I was raised to paint my lashes and to wish my chest was bigger. It’s weird though. Because I was raised that way, but I don’t want any of that at all.
i was raised by my parents and my grandmother, mostly my grandmother and my brother taught me my manners, while my grandmother taught me strength. I will forever be grateful to her, sometimes i wish more people were raised better, and to be better people, because society lets me down too often. It makes me sad
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William Kaplan was raised well. He was taught right from wrong, through the eyes of his God and Norse myths. So it was not the Kaplans fault that when William discovered his powers, he chose to use them as he did.
I was raised as a Christian. I remember my dad bringing me to Church on Sundays since my mother always had to work. She’s a delivery and labor nurse, so she her work was always hectic.This word just reminds me of the song “You raise me up.”
i raised my eyes to the sky. not seeking, not asking. just thanking Him for all the blessings i receive, and continue to get. gratitude always
We were raised on McDonalds and Mr. Rogers, you can’t expect much from us. Our idea of creativity is reality shows and yoga mats. Our idea of a bad day is when the teevo didn’t save that documentary on dolphins, or it took 5 minutes to get my order at taco bell…too long.
You were the one who raised my hope and crushed it after that. Who do you fucking think you are?
Born and raised in a musically inclined family. The first sound she heard was nursery rhymes, which then turned into classical music that were written by true geniuses. As the day goes by, instruments were introduced into her life, and she enjoyed every single minute of it. She brought in many new tunes -happy or sad, she didnt mind, as long as they could make her smile or weep during her moments of solitude. When she became a woman, her lifetime goal was to share the love for music to everyone and hope that they could cherish it with all their hearts. Music was her life, every now and then people spoke about the eerie yet familiar melody that was coming from her grave.
I was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. It’s my city. My home. It’s beautiful and radiant.
I was raised in New york by a french father and a filipino mother. I was brought up as a jehovahs witness by my grandmother but was later convinced that god was in the television. I am not fond of the way I was raised. I wish I had a harder life, but..
the streaks of sunlight coming in through the living room window picked up the blonde streaks of her hair. slowly, i raised her chin toward my face.
I raised my arm ad waved as the train chuffed past. A small boy standing at a window returned my gesture and smiled.
“in west Philadelphia born and raised…”
I won’t finish but we know how it goes.
this is the television I was raised with. Oh how I miss the good ole days
I was born and raised in Georgia. Every weekend was spent at my grandparents farm, feeding the cows and pigs, spending time talking and drinking tea on the front porch with grandma just talking. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss talking to her or eating all too much food for supper.