Repeat your words of love to me, darling. I need to hear them right now. I need to know that you love me. I’m so fragile. And see, I know you love me. But I just need to hear it sometimes. I just want to hear your voice telling me that I’m beautiful and that I cannot be replaced. I want to hear again and again and again, your voice, on repeat, telling me that you’ll never let me go.
I love the story about Pete and Repeat. Here it goes: “Pete and Repeat are standing on a bridge. Pete jumps off. Who’s left on the bridge?”
“Repeat.”
“Ok, Pete and Repeat are standing on a bridge. Pete jumps off. Who’s left on the bridge?”
That story seriously makes me laugh everytime!!
I seem to repeat my mistakes a lot. Its a trend I’m trying to stop. I want to change something drastically. This is also something I repeat in my life. I’m often irrational and quick to make crazy decisions but rational things take me years to accomplish. I don’t want to repeat the past, but sometimes I feel like the past worked and I was just looking for change so I left it…Maybe thats my biggest fault of all.
the thing i say over again, i try to think of different words but I cannot. I keep saying the same thing over again i do not do this on purpose it just comes out.
repeat is when you say something that someone else has said. REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT like a game of copycat .. thats why you need patents. like in here be monsters. DONT REPEAT WHAT I SAID… AAHHH …AAAHh . Im done.
everything repeaated on and on and on.. drives me crazy,.,, reapeating everything yet i do it all the time. repeat myself over and over!1 no one listens thats why!! if they listen then i wouldnt need to repeat myself anymore !! ooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn woooooo dance until the world ends… love that song
I repeated that word so many times i couldnt think anymore. I was so tired my body wasnt futionoing. I can stand it any more, i refuse to repeat another time, i absouletelly and totallyrefuse.
No matter how many times life goes your way, we always find something to repeat. It’s never good enough as it is. If the good is good, then it has to be better. If the bad is bad, we have to change it. No one is happy with what they have. Never. We always thrive for more.
i shall constantly repeat everything i have ever thought because of you. Only you, are the reason. i eternally Repeat. never knowing indifference. its agony.over and over
when you constantly say the same thing over and over again. Just like Hot Chips song over and over. I like Hot Chip although they haven’t released anything new for quite a long time so unless they bring something new to the table I think they will remain a thing of the past. There are alot of good albums out at the moment. I have just downloaded quite a few.
Her brain is thinking, thinking, thinking.
His eyes are blinking, blinking, blinking.
Her heart is beating, beating, beating.
His lungs are breathing, breathing, breathing.
Life keeps repeating, repeating, repeating…
Repeat myself is all I seem to do lately. Every conversation I have to be sure to repeat myself so he feels like he’s been heard. I feel at times like I’m dealing with a senior or child, but being that its a developmental disorder I suppose it makes sense. I do love him so endlessly, I have no clue how we’re going to afford everything. But I have to be committed to do anything.
In music I see that word too often. I always hated it as a kid, I hated having to repeat the whole part of the song again. Now that I have stopped playing saxophone I only see it in itunes.
There was never a time when repeating would be interesting except now. Here, in the tunnelless, expansive void of the cosmos, repeating was all there was. Repeating darkness, repeating silence, repeating sadness from Chris, repeating nothingness from everything else. Repeating. Chris floated, or was he constantly falling, or was he ascending at a rate unknown to even light, but all that he was sure of was that he was either in the centre of a void universe, or had closed his eyes.
The latter, of course, was not true.
Chris waved his arms and nothing happened. Or, it should be said, Chris thought and felt like he waved his arms. In reality, Chris was nothing. Chris was a speck of dust. Chris was a used tissue.
Chris was dead and he almost figured it out before it killed him.
Repetition is something I can’t stand, in my eyes it’s almost a stagnation of life in that I’m running in circles while I watch others tip-toe about my worn path and proceed on their life without a second though.
When I was younger REPEAT used to be my nickname. I would repeat everything to anyone and I always was looking for attention. I’ve continued to do this through my adulthood but I’ve now realized that it is more or less due to the fact that I cannot remember who or what I told a story too so REPEAT still stays with me. :)
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repeating things is often a mistake i make. for why should we ever repeat anything when life is so short. we should always be aspiring to find things new and exciting. so we can really live.
Repeat and repetition sound redundant.. Like a pattern or a rhythm, it just keeps going, non-stop without thinking. But what exactly keeps going>? Life? A cycle? A form of subconscious thinking
I just want to repeat the years that I missed due to my misunderstanding about what life can offer. I want to repeat the times that I did things that were not so cleaver. I want to repeat having my children and keep the one I have and bring in more.
Over and over and over. Again and again and again. Love lost, love won, what have I done? Once over and once again, it will only be me alone in the end.
to keep on doing something. repetition. in many it can quite awful. yet it can be great. for example in a relationship. or if you are the spunky one. repeat can be bad, like for those sexually active ones, the same position in bed! yet everyone likes repetition.
lather rinse repeat… condemned to repeat the past. But not condemned, gifted. We learn and sometimes we get it right. lesson review is a blessing. learn live love. repeat. We see with eyes anew and the lesson is fresh or further ingrained. etched in our being. until it is all
Love.
on and on and on and on. I repeat myself everyday. Good thing my memory is short; I have a hard time getting bored with books, food, friends, the outdoors, sleeping and (favorite of all) pooping.
On repeat. It feels as if my entire life is set on repeat. I do the same things day and day out, with not a single change. The trouble with this is that I always expect different results. Isn’t that a sign of insanity? Doing the same things and expecting different results? Perhaps.
It was almost like yesterday that it had happened. The memory repeats, and repeats itself over and over in my mind as if looking for someway to change it. I wanted to change it, but it was too late and now hes gone. Now a part of me is gone.
It’s everyday.
It’s life.
We repeat everything everyone says.
Nothing original.
Nothing new.
And we try to escape and repeat another’s struggle for freedom.
You have not felt anything that hasn’t been felt before.
(Repeat to fade.)
amazing remind me of song lyrics..
one word right now tired, loose end
wordless more like, need to write something sentimental.
didnt think id have anything to say
repeat repeat repeat pete and repeat are sitting in a boat or something like that…that’s how the joke begins but I don’t really remember how it ends which either means its a bad joke or i’m getting old and can’t remember the simplist things anymore which is probably more accurate. i sound more and more like my grandma every day.
Repeat your words of love to me, darling. I need to hear them right now. I need to know that you love me. I’m so fragile. And see, I know you love me. But I just need to hear it sometimes. I just want to hear your voice telling me that I’m beautiful and that I cannot be replaced. I want to hear again and again and again, your voice, on repeat, telling me that you’ll never let me go.
I love the story about Pete and Repeat. Here it goes: “Pete and Repeat are standing on a bridge. Pete jumps off. Who’s left on the bridge?”
“Repeat.”
“Ok, Pete and Repeat are standing on a bridge. Pete jumps off. Who’s left on the bridge?”
That story seriously makes me laugh everytime!!
I seem to repeat my mistakes a lot. Its a trend I’m trying to stop. I want to change something drastically. This is also something I repeat in my life. I’m often irrational and quick to make crazy decisions but rational things take me years to accomplish. I don’t want to repeat the past, but sometimes I feel like the past worked and I was just looking for change so I left it…Maybe thats my biggest fault of all.
the thing i say over again, i try to think of different words but I cannot. I keep saying the same thing over again i do not do this on purpose it just comes out.
repeat is when you say something that someone else has said. REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT like a game of copycat .. thats why you need patents. like in here be monsters. DONT REPEAT WHAT I SAID… AAHHH …AAAHh . Im done.
again, the same,
listen to the radio,
watch tv
they always do it
everything repeaated on and on and on.. drives me crazy,.,, reapeating everything yet i do it all the time. repeat myself over and over!1 no one listens thats why!! if they listen then i wouldnt need to repeat myself anymore !! ooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn woooooo dance until the world ends… love that song
repeat that please.
say it again
let me hear
the beauty of
your voice.
I repeated that word so many times i couldnt think anymore. I was so tired my body wasnt futionoing. I can stand it any more, i refuse to repeat another time, i absouletelly and totallyrefuse.
Do something over again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… and again… like so…
No matter how many times life goes your way, we always find something to repeat. It’s never good enough as it is. If the good is good, then it has to be better. If the bad is bad, we have to change it. No one is happy with what they have. Never. We always thrive for more.
When you get up every morning, this word seems to creep in on your day.
Don’t let it. Repetition is for the lost, the uninterested and the confused.
GO!
Seek the new. Seek the different. That should be your repeat.
i shall constantly repeat everything i have ever thought because of you. Only you, are the reason. i eternally Repeat. never knowing indifference. its agony.over and over
when you constantly say the same thing over and over again. Just like Hot Chips song over and over. I like Hot Chip although they haven’t released anything new for quite a long time so unless they bring something new to the table I think they will remain a thing of the past. There are alot of good albums out at the moment. I have just downloaded quite a few.
Her brain is thinking, thinking, thinking.
His eyes are blinking, blinking, blinking.
Her heart is beating, beating, beating.
His lungs are breathing, breathing, breathing.
Life keeps repeating, repeating, repeating…
When will it stop?
Every time you think about the wotrd repeat you want to repeat yoursrlf I have a hard time not repeatintg myselt
Repeat myself is all I seem to do lately. Every conversation I have to be sure to repeat myself so he feels like he’s been heard. I feel at times like I’m dealing with a senior or child, but being that its a developmental disorder I suppose it makes sense. I do love him so endlessly, I have no clue how we’re going to afford everything. But I have to be committed to do anything.
In music I see that word too often. I always hated it as a kid, I hated having to repeat the whole part of the song again. Now that I have stopped playing saxophone I only see it in itunes.
music my fav song again :-? love? kiss :) dancing late night dancing alcohol happiness :) M. samba? me and you….that’s it i gue
There was never a time when repeating would be interesting except now. Here, in the tunnelless, expansive void of the cosmos, repeating was all there was. Repeating darkness, repeating silence, repeating sadness from Chris, repeating nothingness from everything else. Repeating. Chris floated, or was he constantly falling, or was he ascending at a rate unknown to even light, but all that he was sure of was that he was either in the centre of a void universe, or had closed his eyes.
The latter, of course, was not true.
Chris waved his arms and nothing happened. Or, it should be said, Chris thought and felt like he waved his arms. In reality, Chris was nothing. Chris was a speck of dust. Chris was a used tissue.
Chris was dead and he almost figured it out before it killed him.
Repetition is something I can’t stand, in my eyes it’s almost a stagnation of life in that I’m running in circles while I watch others tip-toe about my worn path and proceed on their life without a second though.
over and over again. do it. no stop. say again, over. field artillery–do not use this word because it means fire again
When I was younger REPEAT used to be my nickname. I would repeat everything to anyone and I always was looking for attention. I’ve continued to do this through my adulthood but I’ve now realized that it is more or less due to the fact that I cannot remember who or what I told a story too so REPEAT still stays with me. :)
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repeating day after day after day the same old story i just want to break out of this circle that entraps my mind. just a hamster on it wheel.
repeating things is often a mistake i make. for why should we ever repeat anything when life is so short. we should always be aspiring to find things new and exciting. so we can really live.
Repeat and repetition sound redundant.. Like a pattern or a rhythm, it just keeps going, non-stop without thinking. But what exactly keeps going>? Life? A cycle? A form of subconscious thinking
Excuse me!
you said what?
I just want to repeat the years that I missed due to my misunderstanding about what life can offer. I want to repeat the times that I did things that were not so cleaver. I want to repeat having my children and keep the one I have and bring in more.
Over and over and over. Again and again and again. Love lost, love won, what have I done? Once over and once again, it will only be me alone in the end.
to keep on doing something. repetition. in many it can quite awful. yet it can be great. for example in a relationship. or if you are the spunky one. repeat can be bad, like for those sexually active ones, the same position in bed! yet everyone likes repetition.
lather rinse repeat… condemned to repeat the past. But not condemned, gifted. We learn and sometimes we get it right. lesson review is a blessing. learn live love. repeat. We see with eyes anew and the lesson is fresh or further ingrained. etched in our being. until it is all
Love.
on and on and on and on. I repeat myself everyday. Good thing my memory is short; I have a hard time getting bored with books, food, friends, the outdoors, sleeping and (favorite of all) pooping.
On repeat. It feels as if my entire life is set on repeat. I do the same things day and day out, with not a single change. The trouble with this is that I always expect different results. Isn’t that a sign of insanity? Doing the same things and expecting different results? Perhaps.
It was almost like yesterday that it had happened. The memory repeats, and repeats itself over and over in my mind as if looking for someway to change it. I wanted to change it, but it was too late and now hes gone. Now a part of me is gone.
Rinse, wash, repeat. If at first you don’t succeed, try and try again. Ditto. Again. One more time now.
It’s everyday.
It’s life.
We repeat everything everyone says.
Nothing original.
Nothing new.
And we try to escape and repeat another’s struggle for freedom.
You have not felt anything that hasn’t been felt before.
(Repeat to fade.)
Do it. Then repeat it. Again and again and again, but don’t stop, you really shouldn’t.
amazing remind me of song lyrics..
one word right now tired, loose end
wordless more like, need to write something sentimental.
didnt think id have anything to say
now, im done!
repeat repeat repeat pete and repeat are sitting in a boat or something like that…that’s how the joke begins but I don’t really remember how it ends which either means its a bad joke or i’m getting old and can’t remember the simplist things anymore which is probably more accurate. i sound more and more like my grandma every day.