it was the tale in the centre. He had no idea why she wanted to meet that night, and why she had reserved that table, but he had a bad feeling about it. was she even coming? He wasn’t sure. And then she walked in. Her eed dress flowed behind her like a trail of blood and his heart began to pund furiusly in his chest. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
The table was reserved for two. I sat down, waited… Will you show up? Maybe bring some flowers? A nice smile on your lips, a cute gesture?
I’m sitting at that imaginary table in my head for a while now. Waiting, always waiting…
I felt like i never told anyone much about myself. or anything else foe that matter. I kept things inside. Secrets no one would know about. No one COULD know about. After all they were my secrets. Mine to hide from the rest of the world. Mine to let die… as I die.
I have reserved a place for you by the window, and you’ll find I’ve carved into the sill a message in code. As you sit and watch the clouds graze and migrate the blue of the afternoon, I want you to imagine all the possible sentences hiding in those symbols, and let your eyes converse awhile with those coy grooves, my secret self.
to be shy, sitting alone, not wanting to talk to other people. to just sit with your own thoughts, maybe planning your day, or even just using your imagination.
it can both be a good and a bad thing.
I had reserved a seat at my favourite restaurant. When they walked in, hand in hand, I had the best possible view and managed to keep a clear sight of them all evening. So did my spy camera. My divorce lawyer would be pleased with the evidence.
reserved? i am not reserved. in no way do i ever want to be reserved. i simply could not bear to hold back anything in my life. i want to live life to the fullest and accomplish great things. even if they’re dirty. no reservations for me. that would end my life.
I guess I am somewhat reserved. I can be boisterous and outgoing at times, but most of the time, I try to remain quiet and docile. I know my role, so to speak, and try to leave people with a positive impression of me.
I’m still reserving a piece of my heart for you. A piece of my life, my future, my everything. You don’t care. You have already left. Frivolous in mind and heart, I cease to exist to you.
i always thought that to be reserved was to be quiet and boring…but not that i am a little older and not a lot wiser i can finally see what my mum has been banging on about all these years…engage the brain before speaking occaisionally….maybe i’ll manage it…..one day, but not today… so BLAGH!
So shy and retiring. But a lot lingering in there to get ou.
reserved implies something going on in the background.
a thing I am not – reserved that is – thought= there is plenty gong on – it’s just out there. O put it all out there.
Another table sat in the end of the restaurant waiting for a happy family to sit around it and eat. At the same time, a young girl hid from her friends and fears as everything she dreaded began to happen around her…
Quite and respectful. Generally outside of the conversation or withholding true opinions. To be reserved often is viewed as a good thing in that you do not say the first thought you have.
He was a reserved man. Yes, quiet would have been enough, but the look on his face when he looked at the world just seemed so- defeated. That was better. It was a windworn look that made his 20-something features look years older.
wah, i’ve already written about reserved wft is this? is it just a loop or simething. i hate doing things twince on the internets. that’s why i found stumble. i love syumble, every click leads to something new and interestin. stumble stumble stumble!!!!!!!!! one one eleven.
hotel rooms
parking spaces
soooooooooooooooo anoying
dont llike this word at alllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OK DONE
She is quite and reserved. I never really knew here before now. Maybe she wanted it that way, maybe she stayed in the background for a reason. Now, she would never be just a passive player. She was at the forefront of everyone’s minds these days/
We reserved a table at the only five-star establishment within 200 miles, then ditched the food and fucked in the bathroom stall. We left scribbled notes on the napkins about how capitalism was ruining us all, and darted out the door and 30 miles down the road before the waiter even came back with our check.
My parents are very reserved people. I sometimes think they are too reserved. It would be nice if they wouldnt be quite so reserved about everything in life. I wanted to go with a friend to a concert when I was 14, and they refused to let me go.
held back… not quite letting yourself go. someone who is reserved willl think before speaking and come off as conservative.. not necessarily in beliefs but definitely in their actions and seem composed..
something im so tired of seeing in those around me. why do people feel the intense need to hide what the truly feel or who they really are. all i want is more reality in a time dominated by the surreal.
Reserve,
Preserve,
save the reservation,
Reserve the work of art,
Reserve it for the ones that have the reputation of being the deservers of all existing desired art.
Reserve it for the ones that evidently understand, even dough they can’t explain why.
Reserve it for what your instinct knows is right.
We hold it all in. The rage. The love. The salty flood that threatens to overwhelm our very being. Tidal walls protecting us from the unfathomable essence of our souls. But maybe its all for the better.
i am rather reserved. i don’t really know what that means, but one of my teachers said that to me.
it was the tale in the centre. He had no idea why she wanted to meet that night, and why she had reserved that table, but he had a bad feeling about it. was she even coming? He wasn’t sure. And then she walked in. Her eed dress flowed behind her like a trail of blood and his heart began to pund furiusly in his chest. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
The table was reserved for two. I sat down, waited… Will you show up? Maybe bring some flowers? A nice smile on your lips, a cute gesture?
I’m sitting at that imaginary table in my head for a while now. Waiting, always waiting…
I felt like i never told anyone much about myself. or anything else foe that matter. I kept things inside. Secrets no one would know about. No one COULD know about. After all they were my secrets. Mine to hide from the rest of the world. Mine to let die… as I die.
Ich habe ihn nicht verdient, das wei
I have reserved a place for you by the window, and you’ll find I’ve carved into the sill a message in code. As you sit and watch the clouds graze and migrate the blue of the afternoon, I want you to imagine all the possible sentences hiding in those symbols, and let your eyes converse awhile with those coy grooves, my secret self.
to be shy, sitting alone, not wanting to talk to other people. to just sit with your own thoughts, maybe planning your day, or even just using your imagination.
it can both be a good and a bad thing.
The characteristic of not wanting to share everything about your life.
I’M FUCKING NOT RESERVED!!!!!!!!!
or should I be…???
I had reserved a seat at my favourite restaurant. When they walked in, hand in hand, I had the best possible view and managed to keep a clear sight of them all evening. So did my spy camera. My divorce lawyer would be pleased with the evidence.
reserved? i am not reserved. in no way do i ever want to be reserved. i simply could not bear to hold back anything in my life. i want to live life to the fullest and accomplish great things. even if they’re dirty. no reservations for me. that would end my life.
to hold the place for someone or something of significant value or meaning . to stand for or become a symbol of.
I guess I am somewhat reserved. I can be boisterous and outgoing at times, but most of the time, I try to remain quiet and docile. I know my role, so to speak, and try to leave people with a positive impression of me.
I’m still reserving a piece of my heart for you. A piece of my life, my future, my everything. You don’t care. You have already left. Frivolous in mind and heart, I cease to exist to you.
as I reserved my copy of scribblenauts from gamestop the employee could only imagine what was going on behind my gleeful face.
i always thought that to be reserved was to be quiet and boring…but not that i am a little older and not a lot wiser i can finally see what my mum has been banging on about all these years…engage the brain before speaking occaisionally….maybe i’ll manage it…..one day, but not today… so BLAGH!
So shy and retiring. But a lot lingering in there to get ou.
reserved implies something going on in the background.
a thing I am not – reserved that is – thought= there is plenty gong on – it’s just out there. O put it all out there.
reserved
Another table sat in the end of the restaurant waiting for a happy family to sit around it and eat. At the same time, a young girl hid from her friends and fears as everything she dreaded began to happen around her…
Quite and respectful. Generally outside of the conversation or withholding true opinions. To be reserved often is viewed as a good thing in that you do not say the first thought you have.
He was a reserved man. Yes, quiet would have been enough, but the look on his face when he looked at the world just seemed so- defeated. That was better. It was a windworn look that made his 20-something features look years older.
wah, i’ve already written about reserved wft is this? is it just a loop or simething. i hate doing things twince on the internets. that’s why i found stumble. i love syumble, every click leads to something new and interestin. stumble stumble stumble!!!!!!!!! one one eleven.
This space is reserved for a good word.
hotel rooms
parking spaces
soooooooooooooooo anoying
dont llike this word at alllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OK DONE
She is quite and reserved. I never really knew here before now. Maybe she wanted it that way, maybe she stayed in the background for a reason. Now, she would never be just a passive player. She was at the forefront of everyone’s minds these days/
something girls used to be a lot when i was a kid :) Very nasty habbit of restaurant tables. I wish I was reserved for myself sometimes.
We reserved a table at the only five-star establishment within 200 miles, then ditched the food and fucked in the bathroom stall. We left scribbled notes on the napkins about how capitalism was ruining us all, and darted out the door and 30 miles down the road before the waiter even came back with our check.
The more I am reserved, the less happens in my life therefor I have understood that you have to open up to join in
There’s a place in my heart, reserved for one.
There’s a place by my side, reserved as well.
Every position is fulled or reserved.
But my heart is taken, by one.
Everything else is reserved for her.
My parents are very reserved people. I sometimes think they are too reserved. It would be nice if they wouldnt be quite so reserved about everything in life. I wanted to go with a friend to a concert when I was 14, and they refused to let me go.
held back… not quite letting yourself go. someone who is reserved willl think before speaking and come off as conservative.. not necessarily in beliefs but definitely in their actions and seem composed..
something im so tired of seeing in those around me. why do people feel the intense need to hide what the truly feel or who they really are. all i want is more reality in a time dominated by the surreal.
Reserve,
Preserve,
save the reservation,
Reserve the work of art,
Reserve it for the ones that have the reputation of being the deservers of all existing desired art.
Reserve it for the ones that evidently understand, even dough they can’t explain why.
Reserve it for what your instinct knows is right.
i dont understand what this is. my favorite band`s Acid Bath.
some people are very reserved, and you could also have some thing or some place reserved for you to use at some point..
nothing should be reserved: it only leads to regret.
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We hold it all in. The rage. The love. The salty flood that threatens to overwhelm our very being. Tidal walls protecting us from the unfathomable essence of our souls. But maybe its all for the better.
Reserved.
Reserved.
HAHA.
HAHA.
THIS IS RANDOM.
I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING.
I ERASED ALL OF WHAT I WROTE. IT WAS A STORY.