repeat the words over and over again. don’t think about it, just say what you want and repeat it to whoever will listen cause you never know what they will think about it until you say what you feel and what you hear and what you know . i think repeating yourself is good soometimes people don’t listen at all and they don’t hear what you’re saying
I find myself constantly repeating mistakes. I hav repeatedly hit the stumble upon button to come across this. I hate repeating myself. Saying the same thing over &over again. I would love to repeat so many nights.
I repeat everything just like everyone. That’s all the earth comes down to, repetitions. Yet the resounding repetitions become bolder and bolder with time. Until one day, the earth and all it’s brothers and sisters will stop repeating, and for once a new noise will be heard, echoing into eternity.
don’t just say it once, if it means anything to you; you will shout it from the rooftops. whether it makes you sad, happy, angry, or wonderful!!! if it is love or pain you will never stop telling people and repeating your emotions
Repeat the song to me over and over again. Play it to me so that I’ll remember it. Breathe you in so that your scent will linger. Repeat this to me. Repeat the lines. Repeat the kisses. Repeat the warmth of your body enveloping me. Repeat. I want. I’m addicted. But you’re already gone.
repeat. rinse and repeat. i hate to rinse. actually i love it. i want to rinse my whole life. i want to rinse my whole body. and repeat every time i feel like shit. like i’ve contaminated my whole body. rinse and repeat. as much as i fucking want.
Repeat? How about repeat this summer. Repeat this happiness. Repeat this night over and over with these friends. Repeat The late nights and silly things we did. Repeat this love for the rest of my life. Repeat these moments forever.
Repetition is way overused and way underrated. A lot of people think that repetition is pointless; on the contrary, it was a very important tool in societies that used oral means to store their history, as opposed to written means. Repetition is a great memory aid, and even epics like the Iliad or Odyssey contain epithets – often-repeated stock phrases that describe the gods or heroes in the story and help the audience identify them.
repeat this. hold it in your head and play it over and over and over again. never let it go, because you can’t. you need to play it back as often as possible to constantly remind yourself that you’re worth something. Repeat it, and over analyse it and let it drain everything.
The act of doing things over and over again. It can make life stale. It can make us question what it is we are doing and why we ever did it in the first place. Repetition is a form of torture. The only things worth repeating are things that are themselves non repeatable… live events.. like sports and concerts, that first kiss, a date. Repeating a date can be deadly and result in the settling of oneself into a deep, stinky groove.
I want ot repeat my life. I want to fix it, and change the things i wish i had the courage to achieve and not shy away from. I want to be stronger and be who i am. I’m not a repeat failure from someone else’s life. I’m me and that should be good enough.
“Wipe that smirk off your face!”
It was the second time he’d said it, also the second time he’d yelled at the cast. He was furious that he didn’t have their respect, furious at /them/, when he should be mad at himself. You shouldn’t have to get obedience by throwing a tantrum like an abusive mother.
I repeat. No late papers. I repeat. No excuses. People are much lazier than they should be. I blame computers…and netflix! Just a grumpy ole lady writing.
repetitive reptiles pronounce the same words over and over. each reptile learns one word at birth and has the capacity to learn no more. so they are stuck repeating the same word none else of their kind can understand, forever and ever.
Over and over again. It never stops. My head hurts because the word just won’t go away. It’s so ugly. Leave me alone! Give me something else! I can’t keep going. I need a change. Life continues and it’s the same, over and over and over. Something is going to pop. Something needs to pop before I lose my mind. Just stop! Leave me alone! Give me something more!
Repeat this and don’t forget.
Repeat the mistakes of your life and learn the lessons better.
Repeat nothing that you succeeded at first.
Repeat the breath coming from your mouth now.
Repeat the unfocused gaze that attempts to read something more.
i hate how often we have to repeat ourselves. even in life, dude. it’s like no lesson can be fully learned with out repeating. and not for anything.. but why is every time worse?! fuck the idea that there’s a god up there…” looking out for us.” Especially that of the christian faith, i don’t know. i just can’t not feel like the bible is worth more than a monkey wrench; sure there’s lesson’s and all that jazz… but actually read the stories. get real.
Repeat, word of the day, huh? Sometimes I like to think of all the words that begin with a given letter, or a given prefix, such as re. When you think you’ve run out, challenge yourself to think of another 10. It’s like improv. There are a million way to achieve something. Think of them all, be creative, don’t deny, don’t ask questions.
after me. do not think, just repeat. become a robot. a robot does not encounter chaos and is never forced to improvise. a robot is adherent to its morality in every situation, in every moment. I am a robot. Repeat after me. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Please.
every time i become friends with him. something happens. something that makes me cry. something that makes me hate him. but then i become friends with him again. its the same thing. over and over again. it’s on repeat. it’s just going to keep replaying over and over. and there’s nothing i’m going to do about it. i’ll just keep letting it happen. and i don’t know why.
switch back to what you were doing before. i like what you did, i want to see it again. this is what you say when you honestly enjoyed it, you want a repeat. it is something that you know might be better the second time, or at least as good. if something isnt good, you would never want a repeat.
again, and over again, and if i had to see you again, i would tell you i love you one more time. again. i would tell you i never want to say goodbye. again. come home to hear it. come home to never have to have me think it. again. and when afterward, when i come to, when you’ve come to, i’ll tell you, again.
na na na everyday like my ipods stuck on replay-y-y. Time repeats. I find myself back at 12. to wake to sleep. a.m. to p.m. My mom likes to say the same thing over and over. funny how life is.. A constant state of repeat. Where do we find ways to mix it up? something daring? bold? fun.
she loved him infinitely more than he did her. she asked him to see her with rapture. he sat down at the TV after she called, and after 15 seconds of watching his favorite show he realized it was a rerun he turned it off.
Repeat repeat repeat repeat sometimes this is what my life feels like as I get up before I’m ready and go to bed too late and try to squeeze another day in before this one is done and I try to take deep breaths and wonder if I’m breathing the rest of the time and it feels like my thoughts and feelings are just on repeat; maybe they will feel like this forever.
Repeat is a useful word especially when talking about things that are pleasurable such as sex. Or when you like a song you will put it on repeat because you enjoy how it sounds. Sometimes repeat can be annoying especially when it’s a kid who is copying what your saying or parroting you.
I’ve always wondered what this word really meant. Repeat. It in itself is redundant. The double “ee” sound, and the repetitiveness in which it is used. We will often find ourself constantly pressing the real repeat button on our lives if we can’t allow ourself to just be free and take risks going on new adventures, both physically and mentally, on a regular basis.
i hate her, and i hate that you call her yours. god i want nothing more then to be sneaky with you and nuggle with you and jsut be in your presence again. i miss you more then you think or believe, why do you do this to me? why do i want you? but i dont i love my life and i love everyone in it. you wouldnt aprove though.
i just had to repeat this because i tried to submit my writing without entering my name and email information. what are you going to do with that information anyway? suppose it is apropos.. pete and repeat were on a boat. pete fell of and who was left?
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Let’s do this all over again, shall we?
Let’s repeat the love we had, the love we made.
Except this time, it’s here to stay.
:)
i repeat myself everyday. i repeat that everything will be ok. that things will get better. i repeat that happiness will come one day. and true love along.
repeat wat?? like everythings not repeating in my head already. so repeat this: repeat that everything happens for a reason but at the end of the day i still dont feel ahead or behind. i gain and lose and gain and lose and repeat repeat repeat is growing really growing if its all that will happen anyway?
repeat the words over and over again. don’t think about it, just say what you want and repeat it to whoever will listen cause you never know what they will think about it until you say what you feel and what you hear and what you know . i think repeating yourself is good soometimes people don’t listen at all and they don’t hear what you’re saying
I find myself constantly repeating mistakes. I hav repeatedly hit the stumble upon button to come across this. I hate repeating myself. Saying the same thing over &over again. I would love to repeat so many nights.
Time to stop repeating the same old mistakes that have always led us down the same old dead-end street.
repeat in my head just repeating over and over what was said in my head repeat peat peat peat peeaatting
I repeat everything just like everyone. That’s all the earth comes down to, repetitions. Yet the resounding repetitions become bolder and bolder with time. Until one day, the earth and all it’s brothers and sisters will stop repeating, and for once a new noise will be heard, echoing into eternity.
don’t just say it once, if it means anything to you; you will shout it from the rooftops. whether it makes you sad, happy, angry, or wonderful!!! if it is love or pain you will never stop telling people and repeating your emotions
Repeat the song to me over and over again. Play it to me so that I’ll remember it. Breathe you in so that your scent will linger. Repeat this to me. Repeat the lines. Repeat the kisses. Repeat the warmth of your body enveloping me. Repeat. I want. I’m addicted. But you’re already gone.
repeat. rinse and repeat. i hate to rinse. actually i love it. i want to rinse my whole life. i want to rinse my whole body. and repeat every time i feel like shit. like i’ve contaminated my whole body. rinse and repeat. as much as i fucking want.
Repeat? How about repeat this summer. Repeat this happiness. Repeat this night over and over with these friends. Repeat The late nights and silly things we did. Repeat this love for the rest of my life. Repeat these moments forever.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
“You used me. That’s how I feel.”
And again, I wonder how I got here.
Repetition is way overused and way underrated. A lot of people think that repetition is pointless; on the contrary, it was a very important tool in societies that used oral means to store their history, as opposed to written means. Repetition is a great memory aid, and even epics like the Iliad or Odyssey contain epithets – often-repeated stock phrases that describe the gods or heroes in the story and help the audience identify them.
repeat this. hold it in your head and play it over and over and over again. never let it go, because you can’t. you need to play it back as often as possible to constantly remind yourself that you’re worth something. Repeat it, and over analyse it and let it drain everything.
The act of doing things over and over again. It can make life stale. It can make us question what it is we are doing and why we ever did it in the first place. Repetition is a form of torture. The only things worth repeating are things that are themselves non repeatable… live events.. like sports and concerts, that first kiss, a date. Repeating a date can be deadly and result in the settling of oneself into a deep, stinky groove.
has the word peat in it. another re- word. not sure i like it all that much. makes me think of watching videos on repeat on youtube.
I want ot repeat my life. I want to fix it, and change the things i wish i had the courage to achieve and not shy away from. I want to be stronger and be who i am. I’m not a repeat failure from someone else’s life. I’m me and that should be good enough.
“Wipe that smirk off your face!”
It was the second time he’d said it, also the second time he’d yelled at the cast. He was furious that he didn’t have their respect, furious at /them/, when he should be mad at himself. You shouldn’t have to get obedience by throwing a tantrum like an abusive mother.
I repeat. No late papers. I repeat. No excuses. People are much lazier than they should be. I blame computers…and netflix! Just a grumpy ole lady writing.
repetitive reptiles pronounce the same words over and over. each reptile learns one word at birth and has the capacity to learn no more. so they are stuck repeating the same word none else of their kind can understand, forever and ever.
i feel like my birthdays repeat themselves. crying and some weird lonely feeling…will the repititon ever stop? I’m honestly doubtful.
Over and over again. It never stops. My head hurts because the word just won’t go away. It’s so ugly. Leave me alone! Give me something else! I can’t keep going. I need a change. Life continues and it’s the same, over and over and over. Something is going to pop. Something needs to pop before I lose my mind. Just stop! Leave me alone! Give me something more!
repeat. to repeat everything. people repeat to much. i hate repeating myself. i dont like to repeat. repeating sucks.
Repeat this and don’t forget.
Repeat the mistakes of your life and learn the lessons better.
Repeat nothing that you succeeded at first.
Repeat the breath coming from your mouth now.
Repeat the unfocused gaze that attempts to read something more.
i hate how often we have to repeat ourselves. even in life, dude. it’s like no lesson can be fully learned with out repeating. and not for anything.. but why is every time worse?! fuck the idea that there’s a god up there…” looking out for us.” Especially that of the christian faith, i don’t know. i just can’t not feel like the bible is worth more than a monkey wrench; sure there’s lesson’s and all that jazz… but actually read the stories. get real.
Repeat, word of the day, huh? Sometimes I like to think of all the words that begin with a given letter, or a given prefix, such as re. When you think you’ve run out, challenge yourself to think of another 10. It’s like improv. There are a million way to achieve something. Think of them all, be creative, don’t deny, don’t ask questions.
after me. do not think, just repeat. become a robot. a robot does not encounter chaos and is never forced to improvise. a robot is adherent to its morality in every situation, in every moment. I am a robot. Repeat after me. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Please.
the knocking of the pewter candle stick holder
thump, thump, thump, until the sound
having become constant reflected an ominous
music
every time i become friends with him. something happens. something that makes me cry. something that makes me hate him. but then i become friends with him again. its the same thing. over and over again. it’s on repeat. it’s just going to keep replaying over and over. and there’s nothing i’m going to do about it. i’ll just keep letting it happen. and i don’t know why.
repeat,
repeat,
like history-
or a heartbeat
in a circle or figure-eight sort of fashion
repeat,
come back to me
come back to me, my passion
switch back to what you were doing before. i like what you did, i want to see it again. this is what you say when you honestly enjoyed it, you want a repeat. it is something that you know might be better the second time, or at least as good. if something isnt good, you would never want a repeat.
again, and over again, and if i had to see you again, i would tell you i love you one more time. again. i would tell you i never want to say goodbye. again. come home to hear it. come home to never have to have me think it. again. and when afterward, when i come to, when you’ve come to, i’ll tell you, again.
na na na everyday like my ipods stuck on replay-y-y. Time repeats. I find myself back at 12. to wake to sleep. a.m. to p.m. My mom likes to say the same thing over and over. funny how life is.. A constant state of repeat. Where do we find ways to mix it up? something daring? bold? fun.
she loved him infinitely more than he did her. she asked him to see her with rapture. he sat down at the TV after she called, and after 15 seconds of watching his favorite show he realized it was a rerun he turned it off.
Repeat repeat repeat repeat sometimes this is what my life feels like as I get up before I’m ready and go to bed too late and try to squeeze another day in before this one is done and I try to take deep breaths and wonder if I’m breathing the rest of the time and it feels like my thoughts and feelings are just on repeat; maybe they will feel like this forever.
Repeat is a useful word especially when talking about things that are pleasurable such as sex. Or when you like a song you will put it on repeat because you enjoy how it sounds. Sometimes repeat can be annoying especially when it’s a kid who is copying what your saying or parroting you.
I’ve always wondered what this word really meant. Repeat. It in itself is redundant. The double “ee” sound, and the repetitiveness in which it is used. We will often find ourself constantly pressing the real repeat button on our lives if we can’t allow ourself to just be free and take risks going on new adventures, both physically and mentally, on a regular basis.
i hate her, and i hate that you call her yours. god i want nothing more then to be sneaky with you and nuggle with you and jsut be in your presence again. i miss you more then you think or believe, why do you do this to me? why do i want you? but i dont i love my life and i love everyone in it. you wouldnt aprove though.
i just had to repeat this because i tried to submit my writing without entering my name and email information. what are you going to do with that information anyway? suppose it is apropos.. pete and repeat were on a boat. pete fell of and who was left?
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Let’s do this all over again, shall we?
Let’s repeat the love we had, the love we made.
Except this time, it’s here to stay.
:)
i repeat myself everyday. i repeat that everything will be ok. that things will get better. i repeat that happiness will come one day. and true love along.
repeat wat?? like everythings not repeating in my head already. so repeat this: repeat that everything happens for a reason but at the end of the day i still dont feel ahead or behind. i gain and lose and gain and lose and repeat repeat repeat is growing really growing if its all that will happen anyway?