yes please, I’ll go back there, it was a place where I learned and grew and felt things in a way I didn’t know possible, I felt power surging out of stones, I knew what people were thinking, I stood by a lake and understood it to be my queen-dom in a way no exchange of papers can make so, all these, but mostly I’ll repeat it all for the love
repeat.
wake up. watch tom and jerry with a seven year old. eat food. sleep. eat more food. feel sorry for self. go to bed. repeat.
wake up. go to school. go home. do work. sleep. repeat.
Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat .Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat.
I repeat music over and over and over again. I try to repeat feelings when I do it, repeat memories. It is like if I remember hard enough I feel like I can repeat events. I sometimes like to live in repeat for a while, even if I know it doesn’t work. I’m a dreamer, I guess, in that aspect.
repeat yourself.
slowly with caution
repeat yourself.
because no one can hear
repeat yourself.
due to selective listening
repeat yourself.
to yourself
for yourself
be yourself
be yourself.
repeat. re-do. re-make. re-innovate. renew.
repeat, re-do. it was not good enough. make something more… special, interesting, you, me, friendly, angry
repeat, re-achieve, make it exactly the same. make it as well as last time, pressure.
Her 96 year old thoughts refuse to get old, repeating themselves over and over, like virgins just fucked for the first time who are excited that it never happened before. Her thoughts unwrinklable and new, resistant to the wear of repetition, unlike her flesh that sags like its trying to run away from the sad sounds of Alzheimer’s beneath her jabbing jaw.
Repeat repeat repeat. Repeat everything and repeat nothing. You are unique and original but there is nothing new in this world. Everything is a repeat. Why do you think history is so important? Nothing is new. Can’t you see that we can learn from the past because everything is just REPEATED. Don’t be dumb, just repeat.
We always want to do things over. Get another chance. Make a change. We can’t live it over. There is no rewind in this life. We just have to know that we are where we need to be at this moment, for a good reason. There is only growth and change. Don’t look back just move forward.
you know what, just before i start writing I have been asked to repeat. Point being, what is it that you want me to repeat? the action of coming to this website? or the action of merely clicking with my mouse? I need more information on ehat it is you
´do it do it do it do it do it over and over again, write again do it again again again sing again feel again and again and again, you repeat your feelings everyday but you feel it in a better way or in a bad way…all depends on you
Each day a repeat of the last. Slogging through, not wanting to live, but taking another breath anyway. Existing for the comfort of others. My life a repeat of my mothers.
Over and over again, the clock ticked. The constant noise of the hand changing time reminded her of how little she has left, how much she still has to do. It approaches the 12 and her heart simulates the hand and beats again and again.
I always repeat things when I don’t mean to. It generally never hurts anyone, but usually when it does, it hurts alot. Repeating can be both good and bad, as I have witnessed. I try not to repeat any mistakes I’ve made, but who am I stop myself from making mistakes?
repeat. pete and repeat were on a boat. pete fell off. who was left? repeat.
when i think of repeat, i think of songs that i have just bought/downloaded onto my ipod. i listen to them nonstop, if i really like them, which usually i do. Then i get really tired of them and don’t listen to them for a while. Also, lips of an angel by hinder. that was the first song i got on my first ipod. and i listened to it so much that now i refuse to listen to it because i hate it. i am still tired of it.
I repeated the same thing over and over again. This isn’t what you think it is. But we’ve done this before. I left you for another life. Repeat. We just keep hitting the repeat button, Adventure, I’m sorry.
I think the best thing in the world is the ability to repeat one’s mistakes. You can make them better and more forgiving each time you do. If I lie, I either learn to lie better then next time around, or I learn how to keep from lying at all. Either way, repetition is a beautiful thing.
repeat. Again and again. Why does this seem familiar?
Repeat. Watch as I see it flash by.
Repeat.
Now I’m sitting here wondering why I haven’t done anything yet.
Repeat.
Nothing changes till you make it. Else you make it
repeat.
It is good to read by repeating. I like to repeat success. We need to repeat lessons to kids before they can grasp the point. Learning by repetition is natural
repeat and repeat is all people do, they repeat every word and every idea and it sickens me, they have no wisdom, no philosophy. All they know is war and poverty, no heart just coal.
If I had to repeat the last year, I don’t know what I would change first. It was an awesome and enlightening experience just because I was challenged more than ever before, but I went through all that teenage angst and it was all just magnified by the amount of schoolwork and pressure I was under. So I quit the show choir, and this year I’m going in knowing that I’m closer to my comfort zone, even if I’m still pushing it.
I listen to a song again and again. Repeat repeat repeat. It always reminds me of you. Repeat repeat. The heartbreak you put me through is on repeat. Always playing in my mind. The same tune of our forgotten love is on repeat. A mistake I should never had made. Repeat. And when the song ends it just repeats. I can never escape, never get out, it always returns, it always plays. You were the one thing in my life that I wished would not repeat. And now you’re gone and still on replay. Repeat repeat repeat.
The record player spun and spun, over and over, through my old tired ears until I finally memorized a song by night. The next day, same thing, the record player spun and spun, over and over, through my old tired ears until I finally memorized the entire album as it played all day. Next day,
I don’t understand you, it’s all too fuzzy. You keep talking, and talking, but the words don’t flow like they used to. I barely hear you screaming, what on earth are you saying? Are you okay? Are you functioning?
I no-longer understand you, what you want, what you mean to say, or what you need. Everything is a blur. Repeat yourself, please?
repeat repeat repeat. like the sound of a clock, tick tock, tick tock. the alarm clock and the daily drawl. repeat repeat repeat. like the sound of your beating heart..semi-broken, but not yet falling apart. repeat repeat repeat.
never repeat the same mistake twice. i love to put phoenix tiny desk concert on npr on repeat during the day and pinback loro on repeat at night. i accidentally repeat myself alot when i drink in bars. i have never met a friend like one i have had before.
yes please, I’ll go back there, it was a place where I learned and grew and felt things in a way I didn’t know possible, I felt power surging out of stones, I knew what people were thinking, I stood by a lake and understood it to be my queen-dom in a way no exchange of papers can make so, all these, but mostly I’ll repeat it all for the love
repeat.
wake up. watch tom and jerry with a seven year old. eat food. sleep. eat more food. feel sorry for self. go to bed. repeat.
wake up. go to school. go home. do work. sleep. repeat.
“You know I hate it when I have to repeat myself.”
“I do, but sometimes I just want to hear it again, it came out so well the first time.”
The done twice or more times
do again or over, trying again
second chance
make it better
learning from mistakes
repeat repeat repeat
going over
Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat .Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat. Stuck on repeat.
I repeat music over and over and over again. I try to repeat feelings when I do it, repeat memories. It is like if I remember hard enough I feel like I can repeat events. I sometimes like to live in repeat for a while, even if I know it doesn’t work. I’m a dreamer, I guess, in that aspect.
repeat yourself.
slowly with caution
repeat yourself.
because no one can hear
repeat yourself.
due to selective listening
repeat yourself.
to yourself
for yourself
be yourself
be yourself.
repeat. re-do. re-make. re-innovate. renew.
repeat, re-do. it was not good enough. make something more… special, interesting, you, me, friendly, angry
repeat, re-achieve, make it exactly the same. make it as well as last time, pressure.
Her 96 year old thoughts refuse to get old, repeating themselves over and over, like virgins just fucked for the first time who are excited that it never happened before. Her thoughts unwrinklable and new, resistant to the wear of repetition, unlike her flesh that sags like its trying to run away from the sad sounds of Alzheimer’s beneath her jabbing jaw.
I dont want to repeat, just want to doe it once. Good thinks come once. I don’t need a two loves i don’t need two best friend. no repeat not again
The same thoughts pierced my mind. Repeating over and over again. “Do it” “Take your life” “No one needs you” “You are alone”
again, you got it , go i said just leave
repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
Repeat repeat repeat. Repeat everything and repeat nothing. You are unique and original but there is nothing new in this world. Everything is a repeat. Why do you think history is so important? Nothing is new. Can’t you see that we can learn from the past because everything is just REPEATED. Don’t be dumb, just repeat.
Say that again? I’m sorry, once more? The same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
We always want to do things over. Get another chance. Make a change. We can’t live it over. There is no rewind in this life. We just have to know that we are where we need to be at this moment, for a good reason. There is only growth and change. Don’t look back just move forward.
you know what, just before i start writing I have been asked to repeat. Point being, what is it that you want me to repeat? the action of coming to this website? or the action of merely clicking with my mouse? I need more information on ehat it is you
to say again
to do again
remember
redo
to be done or said again
´do it do it do it do it do it over and over again, write again do it again again again sing again feel again and again and again, you repeat your feelings everyday but you feel it in a better way or in a bad way…all depends on you
parents always makes us repeat their mistakes in order to protect us from it. And that’s how the human race always repeat the same shits of the
Once repeat and twice repeat.
One more time to meet.
Step and step and step again.
Rinse, repeat.
Life goes.
Each day a repeat of the last. Slogging through, not wanting to live, but taking another breath anyway. Existing for the comfort of others. My life a repeat of my mothers.
repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
Over and over again, the clock ticked. The constant noise of the hand changing time reminded her of how little she has left, how much she still has to do. It approaches the 12 and her heart simulates the hand and beats again and again.
I always repeat things when I don’t mean to. It generally never hurts anyone, but usually when it does, it hurts alot. Repeating can be both good and bad, as I have witnessed. I try not to repeat any mistakes I’ve made, but who am I stop myself from making mistakes?
repeat. pete and repeat were on a boat. pete fell off. who was left? repeat.
when i think of repeat, i think of songs that i have just bought/downloaded onto my ipod. i listen to them nonstop, if i really like them, which usually i do. Then i get really tired of them and don’t listen to them for a while. Also, lips of an angel by hinder. that was the first song i got on my first ipod. and i listened to it so much that now i refuse to listen to it because i hate it. i am still tired of it.
I repeated the same thing over and over again. This isn’t what you think it is. But we’ve done this before. I left you for another life. Repeat. We just keep hitting the repeat button, Adventure, I’m sorry.
I think the best thing in the world is the ability to repeat one’s mistakes. You can make them better and more forgiving each time you do. If I lie, I either learn to lie better then next time around, or I learn how to keep from lying at all. Either way, repetition is a beautiful thing.
repeat. Again and again. Why does this seem familiar?
Repeat. Watch as I see it flash by.
Repeat.
Now I’m sitting here wondering why I haven’t done anything yet.
Repeat.
Nothing changes till you make it. Else you make it
repeat.
It is good to read by repeating. I like to repeat success. We need to repeat lessons to kids before they can grasp the point. Learning by repetition is natural
repeat and repeat is all people do, they repeat every word and every idea and it sickens me, they have no wisdom, no philosophy. All they know is war and poverty, no heart just coal.
If I had to repeat the last year, I don’t know what I would change first. It was an awesome and enlightening experience just because I was challenged more than ever before, but I went through all that teenage angst and it was all just magnified by the amount of schoolwork and pressure I was under. So I quit the show choir, and this year I’m going in knowing that I’m closer to my comfort zone, even if I’m still pushing it.
sleep, eat, work, play, repeat.
dark, light, dark light, repeat.
sunrise, moon set, sunset, moon rise… repeat.
over over again again e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e i repeated e stop 60 seconds is longer than i thought. e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e
I listen to a song again and again. Repeat repeat repeat. It always reminds me of you. Repeat repeat. The heartbreak you put me through is on repeat. Always playing in my mind. The same tune of our forgotten love is on repeat. A mistake I should never had made. Repeat. And when the song ends it just repeats. I can never escape, never get out, it always returns, it always plays. You were the one thing in my life that I wished would not repeat. And now you’re gone and still on replay. Repeat repeat repeat.
The record player spun and spun, over and over, through my old tired ears until I finally memorized a song by night. The next day, same thing, the record player spun and spun, over and over, through my old tired ears until I finally memorized the entire album as it played all day. Next day,
I don’t understand you, it’s all too fuzzy. You keep talking, and talking, but the words don’t flow like they used to. I barely hear you screaming, what on earth are you saying? Are you okay? Are you functioning?
I no-longer understand you, what you want, what you mean to say, or what you need. Everything is a blur. Repeat yourself, please?
repeat repeat repeat. like the sound of a clock, tick tock, tick tock. the alarm clock and the daily drawl. repeat repeat repeat. like the sound of your beating heart..semi-broken, but not yet falling apart. repeat repeat repeat.
never repeat the same mistake twice. i love to put phoenix tiny desk concert on npr on repeat during the day and pinback loro on repeat at night. i accidentally repeat myself alot when i drink in bars. i have never met a friend like one i have had before.
“Umm, could you please repeat the question?” I asked, cautiously raising my hand.
All I got was a glare.