relative

November 20th, 2017 | 8 Entries

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8 Entries for “relative”

  1. time is relative, i suppose…what that means i don’t know. its just weird talk, by “Geniuses” like Albert Einstein. and since no one could understand what that means, they assumed he was a genius. weirdies. they have noooooooo idea. gah. why am i surrounded by idiots? this is a weird-ish website, i guess. everyone just types about one word, and my relative time is relatively wasted, is what im thinking. so, how was your day? good weather huh? im making small talk, in case you didn’t notice. ho hum. i am bored. i want to play Shadow Fight 3. its a very fun app, and i recommend it except for the fact it keeps crashing. i messaged them about this and they said they would see about fixing it in the next update. well, one can only hope…

  2. My grandma is a relative. She is blood related. She is my mom’s mom. Mamaw is 52 and lives with Papaw. That is my relative.

    by Shawn Richardson on 11.21.2017
  3. She examined him with relative coldness, not letting him too close, but not keeping him so distant that he lost all interest. She kept her attention elsewhere for most of the evening, occasionally passing him and brushing against him.

  4. For how far away is this
    This blood thread that runs deep
    Envy may that I see
    Those whose web stretches far

    Of family and of relatives
    That which this spindle
    does not see

    by Lynn on 11.21.2017
  5. relative to the feeling of goodness. now theres deep introspection on the personal relationships and the resurfacing of suppressed wounds that need to be sifted and peered through to understand best what the fuck has been cooking my brain in sesame oil.

    by smurfstoestar on 11.21.2017
  6. Time is relative. It waits for no one. We all are relative to time.

    Relativity. Physics. Stay close and stay far.

    Time waits for no one.

    by Shri on 11.21.2017
  7. I hadn’t seen this particular relative of mine in quite a while: My Uncle Tobias, who had transitioned seven years ago, and who had sobered up after decades of trying to lay down the booze. Now he was standing in front of my house, a full beard around his jaw, holding a pumpkin pie.

    “Thanks for having me,” he said in a voice that was lower than mine – which was rather impressive.

    I smiled and escorted him into the kitchen, where my mother was still working on the mashed potatoes.

    by Belinda Roddie on 11.20.2017
  8. Oh my god. They’re here, they’re there, they’re coming our way for Christmas. Dread, resentment, laughter, hygiene fears, awkward silences and conversations where only one person speaks. Why are they everything? Sometimes they’re too much!

    by Ferdinand on 11.20.2017