‘repeat after me’ she said to me one day last may.
‘i will not fall in love again during the summer’
‘i will not fall in love again during the summer.’ i repeated obediently before realising what i had just said? what is this love she speaks off? from where i come from, we only have this thing called milch. a term for being fond of someone respectfully.
Life is full of repetition. People are stuck to one idea and they’re own thoughts, and are not willing to accept the thoughts of others. Exams are mostly about repetition, being told to learn something and write it down, particularly the Irish Leaving Cert,
repeat our thoughts, the smiles, the times you felt you needed to remember. repeat every joy you’ve experienced, every person you’ve touched, every kiss you sealed. Repeating means not forgetting, and that’s what keeps you youthful forever.
I asked her to repeat the question, but she said no. I had to answer based on what I heard. I scribbled some nonsense on a scrap of paper and handed it to her. She looked at it, shook her head, and a slight smile spread over her face. I knew I had done it then, I had won.
How many time must I do this for you? I feel like you don’t listen to me. Always, it’s what did you say? I am sick and tired of repeating myself. Why can’t you just answer the question once, without asking me to always say what I was saying again? I’m guessing we have a serious communication problem here.
spring time once again
lead me to summer’s end
do not stray
or make delay
i will have things my own way
i want to reach my autumn now
to see the golden leaves bow down
they fall to the ground in a great flurry
their love will be found if they do not hurry.
winter hides the truth of what the leaves do,
covers them up with a blanket of snow
till spring comes again
to bring forth new life
and so is the tale of lover’s strife
“And i keep hitting repeat-peat peat peat peat peat,” Selena Gomez finished her song and took a slight bow, her overly fluffy hair getting in her face in the process. “Thank you everybody!” she said waving her hands to the Asian crowd, going wild with pleasure.
I am repeating this AGAIN. Are there seriously not any better words? Repeat is a coincidental word for the fact that I’m repeating this again and defining the word repeat AGAIN. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I am repeating. I am repeating. I am repeating…
She repeated the words over in her head. The threat was ominious but clear. She was in danger and so was her family. She had to do something before they came to destory them all. There was a way to save her family but how? The questions rolled over in her head
everything keeps happening over and over… what am i supposed to do when i’m trapped on this merry-go-round? things just keep happening again and again; spinning ’round and ’round. when will this end?
go go go don’t stop, its like when you’re lifted and you cant stop that one movement its like when you’re so happy you don’t want the days to end go go go keep moving, let your body be succumed to that one thing overtake consume thoughts aligned go go go its like a hammer and and a nail
I repeated the word in my head. “Ridiculous!” I thought to my self. It hated this word. I repeated it again and again. Ridiculous! Okay…Now how do I special ridicule? Oh no! I was frozen. I kept on repeating the word ridiculous, and saying, “Can you repeat the word of origin?” They were so irritated of repeating it.
the repetition of the words. constantly. She had heard it all before. Her life was going through this repetition all over again. When would there be a break? She was getting exhausted, the strange part was, it seemed as though it wasnt just her that noticed it anymore. Her friends did as well, She just couldnt explain what was happening.
repetitive. can be a thought, dream, a day in the life, a constant motion of the same thing. can be emotional, stressful, painful, happy, sad, happens within an instant or a long period of time.
I repeat the same thing everyday. Same breaths…same steps…same routes…same words practically. it’s always the same everyday. Nothing ever changes except I get older and I get closer to my death. Repeating things bores/depresses me. Of course things are different, but in a way, they never feel that way. It can be comforting at times to know what might be coming… yet there’s always an uncertainty lurking somewhere. I feel like I am repeating myself now, for instance. I don’t really know what else to say about the word “repeat” other than I don’t want history to repeat too much…I want good things and new things.
it’s ironic. i have to repeat this practice because i messed up. and that’s what i do. repeat. mess up. repeat. mess up. repeat. stop. stop. stop. mess up. screw up. repeat. stop
after me, i cannot see, i connot hear, but i can feel. I feel everything around me . Please tell everyone about this and tell tell them to repeat after you. What the fuck am i wrting about, i dont know…i dont know
one day i repeated words over and over again and i thought that it was really funny. my friends didnt really think that it was funny. it kind of reminds me of willow smiths song whip my hair, because all she does is repeat phrases over and over again. its annoying. i also like to listen to songs on repeat.
every single you thing you want to become true until you’ve convinced yourself that it’s something that you can accomplish. If you repeat things long enough and to yourself you will will them to become true. Repetition makes us believe that things are there. not for us, but for everyone.
repeat the same song we listen to the time we went to the park, the sky was grey and our hopes were high, now everything is gone, the grey sky reminds us of that
I hope that this is an error. Why am I getting the word “repeat” two days in a row? Fine. I hope my students don’t have to repeat senior year because they fail my class. BUT they probably will. Kids today! Repeat, repeat,
I was going to write something about this word, but then I realized that anything I did would just be a repeat. I was going to write something about this word, but then I realized that anything I did would just be a repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. I hope this doesn’t repea
I told her to give it up. I told her that we weren’t going to be the way that we were before but, hey, she wasn’t having it. “I don’t want to break up. I want to be with you.” was on repeat, coming at me again and again. Could I just repeat “You aren’t who you used to be” until she understood?
To do over and over again, a cycle. a never ending story. a mistake. Something you’re doomed to do if you don’t learn and earn your knowledge. An action symbolizing inexperience.
We repeated the same lesson maybe three of four times before Thomas actually understood what was being taught. He was not stupid – he was not bright either, but not stupid, it just took a lot of repeating before anything could get through that thick skull of his.
This is probably why he was cast as a failure in the old society.
Do over, do it again. Over and over and over. I’ll be back by the Beatles playing hundreds of time in your head phones, settings set to repeat one in your itunes. It talks about all the times you’ve repeated your bad relationship… it talks about how you’ll probably go back to him again. Em, has the past taught you nothing?
Repeat after me – heard a weddings (I, Fanny Brown, take thee . . .) and in school – now w’re going to do our two times table – and rows of little voices chant a meaningless song of numbers. was never good with numbers.
She spoke the same words that left Adrian’s lips. “Heart.” “Home.” “War.” “Love.” Everything was just another word until Marille said, “Hunger.” Her heart jumped at the way the word drifted out of her mouth. It wasn’t hers, but someone else’s.
‘repeat after me’ she said to me one day last may.
‘i will not fall in love again during the summer’
‘i will not fall in love again during the summer.’ i repeated obediently before realising what i had just said? what is this love she speaks off? from where i come from, we only have this thing called milch. a term for being fond of someone respectfully.
shuffle, shuffle
repeat.
the little old men who shuffle down the walk.
they stare at my mobility
as if it were divine.
Life is full of repetition. People are stuck to one idea and they’re own thoughts, and are not willing to accept the thoughts of others. Exams are mostly about repetition, being told to learn something and write it down, particularly the Irish Leaving Cert,
repeat our thoughts, the smiles, the times you felt you needed to remember. repeat every joy you’ve experienced, every person you’ve touched, every kiss you sealed. Repeating means not forgetting, and that’s what keeps you youthful forever.
I asked her to repeat the question, but she said no. I had to answer based on what I heard. I scribbled some nonsense on a scrap of paper and handed it to her. She looked at it, shook her head, and a slight smile spread over her face. I knew I had done it then, I had won.
How many time must I do this for you? I feel like you don’t listen to me. Always, it’s what did you say? I am sick and tired of repeating myself. Why can’t you just answer the question once, without asking me to always say what I was saying again? I’m guessing we have a serious communication problem here.
spring time once again
lead me to summer’s end
do not stray
or make delay
i will have things my own way
i want to reach my autumn now
to see the golden leaves bow down
they fall to the ground in a great flurry
their love will be found if they do not hurry.
winter hides the truth of what the leaves do,
covers them up with a blanket of snow
till spring comes again
to bring forth new life
and so is the tale of lover’s strife
over and over
red rover red rover
over and out
“And i keep hitting repeat-peat peat peat peat peat,” Selena Gomez finished her song and took a slight bow, her overly fluffy hair getting in her face in the process. “Thank you everybody!” she said waving her hands to the Asian crowd, going wild with pleasure.
I am repeating this AGAIN. Are there seriously not any better words? Repeat is a coincidental word for the fact that I’m repeating this again and defining the word repeat AGAIN. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I am repeating. I am repeating. I am repeating…
She repeated the words over in her head. The threat was ominious but clear. She was in danger and so was her family. She had to do something before they came to destory them all. There was a way to save her family but how? The questions rolled over in her head
everything keeps happening over and over… what am i supposed to do when i’m trapped on this merry-go-round? things just keep happening again and again; spinning ’round and ’round. when will this end?
go go go don’t stop, its like when you’re lifted and you cant stop that one movement its like when you’re so happy you don’t want the days to end go go go keep moving, let your body be succumed to that one thing overtake consume thoughts aligned go go go its like a hammer and and a nail
I repeated the word in my head. “Ridiculous!” I thought to my self. It hated this word. I repeated it again and again. Ridiculous! Okay…Now how do I special ridicule? Oh no! I was frozen. I kept on repeating the word ridiculous, and saying, “Can you repeat the word of origin?” They were so irritated of repeating it.
repeat what you like, repeat what you do, repetion is everywhere. Break from repetition, try something new, do it well, do it right. Repeat.
Deja vu. Repeated worlds. Other dimensions. Time travel. Time lag between dimensions.
… watch the butterfly effect
Chaos
Lather, rinse, repeat. Now who in kriminy sakes does that these days unless they have sand in their hair with the price of shampoo! ;)
the repetition of the words. constantly. She had heard it all before. Her life was going through this repetition all over again. When would there be a break? She was getting exhausted, the strange part was, it seemed as though it wasnt just her that noticed it anymore. Her friends did as well, She just couldnt explain what was happening.
repetitive. can be a thought, dream, a day in the life, a constant motion of the same thing. can be emotional, stressful, painful, happy, sad, happens within an instant or a long period of time.
I repeat the same thing everyday. Same breaths…same steps…same routes…same words practically. it’s always the same everyday. Nothing ever changes except I get older and I get closer to my death. Repeating things bores/depresses me. Of course things are different, but in a way, they never feel that way. It can be comforting at times to know what might be coming… yet there’s always an uncertainty lurking somewhere. I feel like I am repeating myself now, for instance. I don’t really know what else to say about the word “repeat” other than I don’t want history to repeat too much…I want good things and new things.
it’s ironic. i have to repeat this practice because i messed up. and that’s what i do. repeat. mess up. repeat. mess up. repeat. stop. stop. stop. mess up. screw up. repeat. stop
after me, i cannot see, i connot hear, but i can feel. I feel everything around me . Please tell everyone about this and tell tell them to repeat after you. What the fuck am i wrting about, i dont know…i dont know
one day i repeated words over and over again and i thought that it was really funny. my friends didnt really think that it was funny. it kind of reminds me of willow smiths song whip my hair, because all she does is repeat phrases over and over again. its annoying. i also like to listen to songs on repeat.
I just told you what the problem was.
I don’t understand why this is such a big issue.
The fact that you don’t is the problem.
Why?
You are my problem.
Can you be my problem too?
repeat repeat repeat repeat peat peat peat eat eat eat at at at the the the pea pea pea,
every single you thing you want to become true until you’ve convinced yourself that it’s something that you can accomplish. If you repeat things long enough and to yourself you will will them to become true. Repetition makes us believe that things are there. not for us, but for everyone.
repeat the same song we listen to the time we went to the park, the sky was grey and our hopes were high, now everything is gone, the grey sky reminds us of that
Monotony. Why do I make the same mistakes. To repeat, should be learning. Learning can be monotonous.
I hope that this is an error. Why am I getting the word “repeat” two days in a row? Fine. I hope my students don’t have to repeat senior year because they fail my class. BUT they probably will. Kids today! Repeat, repeat,
I was going to write something about this word, but then I realized that anything I did would just be a repeat. I was going to write something about this word, but then I realized that anything I did would just be a repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. I hope this doesn’t repea
I told her to give it up. I told her that we weren’t going to be the way that we were before but, hey, she wasn’t having it. “I don’t want to break up. I want to be with you.” was on repeat, coming at me again and again. Could I just repeat “You aren’t who you used to be” until she understood?
To do over and over again, a cycle. a never ending story. a mistake. Something you’re doomed to do if you don’t learn and earn your knowledge. An action symbolizing inexperience.
We repeated the same lesson maybe three of four times before Thomas actually understood what was being taught. He was not stupid – he was not bright either, but not stupid, it just took a lot of repeating before anything could get through that thick skull of his.
This is probably why he was cast as a failure in the old society.
Do over, do it again. Over and over and over. I’ll be back by the Beatles playing hundreds of time in your head phones, settings set to repeat one in your itunes. It talks about all the times you’ve repeated your bad relationship… it talks about how you’ll probably go back to him again. Em, has the past taught you nothing?
repeat what?
My mistakes…
My achievements…
My life…
Repeat after me – heard a weddings (I, Fanny Brown, take thee . . .) and in school – now w’re going to do our two times table – and rows of little voices chant a meaningless song of numbers. was never good with numbers.
She spoke the same words that left Adrian’s lips. “Heart.” “Home.” “War.” “Love.” Everything was just another word until Marille said, “Hunger.” Her heart jumped at the way the word drifted out of her mouth. It wasn’t hers, but someone else’s.
do you wish that we could repeat those years… to do our best, to do everything, to make them all that they couldve been…
damn her, why does the world have to be that way?
was it best for us…
has time matured the situation…
Repeat? Oh my, I don’t know what to say. If I repeat things, I get annoyed and troubled. It’s great! hahahhahahahhahahahahahahhahah :D
The job is getting repetitive, working on getting proactive and crating things to do, but that is proving to be challenging.