I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
there is nothing respectable about a man who can’t man up, this is what I have learned from writing love letters. everything is fine and romantic and intriguing until you find out that all you have is words because the man on the other side, when it comes down to it, is composed of nothing of the sort that you need for romances. unfortunately these types sound brave in letters.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
If the only way to be
is to look it,
then change your shirt.
If the only way to be
is to look it,
then change your jeans.
If the only way to be
is to look it,
then you’re missing
the most respectable
people on Earth.
When I was a child my mum took me to the zoo. We went straight to the tiger exhibit, because, as I recall, my mum knew that tigers were my favorite animal at the time and she wanted me to see the tigers first. I’m not exactly sure how she knew this, but I imagine it had something to do with the fact that immediately after we got in the car to go to the zoo I told her that tigers were my favorite animal and I politely suggested that we see the tigers first. And presumably after the 500th time I suggested this she decided that I might not be feeling good, because she pulled the car over and politely suggested that if I was not up to going to the zoo that we could go back home instead. After the tigers we went to the baboon exhibit. Now, at this particular juncture I find that it is necessary to introduce my brother, if only for the purpose of highlighting a particular difference between us. See, when we visited the baboon exhibit, my brother decided that baboons were best appreciated close up, for he chose a viewing position that was as close to the baboons as was possible while still remaining a respectable distance away. Now I, being 3 years the younger, was not going to be shown up by my older brother. So as he sidled up close to the railing I swung underneath it in a fashion that I was certain a baboon could appreciate and I wattled up to the cage and my scalp all of a sudden became very itchy, so I scratched it, and I felt a tickle under my arm, so I picked at it, and when I finally reached the cage I gave my most triumphant hollar OOH OOH AHH AHH! As it turns out baboons don’t like that noise. My mother explained this to me as she wiped off my face and politely suggested that was go back and see the tigers.
What’s respectable anymore? It is standard for girls my age to wear tight jeans, miniature dresses, see-through tights…. it is common to see sex every minute on TV. It’s accepted, but is it respectable?
A word to show how much you can respect a person.
Many are respectable, many are not. Depends on how nice they are.
Good people are respected more.
Bad people aren’t.
Mhm.
she was the bad girl.wouldn’t date respectable men unless it was to break them or get something usefull from them.yet,she couldn’t be seen with me.people would talk…well..people being the voices inside her head ridiculing and mocking her.she acted free and badass except she must always do and say what the voices told her to do.she couldn’t stand it when they laughed at her,she could /would not ever be brave enough to stand up to them
by i bet you think this song is about you on 01.08.2011
I wish people would do things that were respectable. It seems like no one cares anymore about who they hurt or who they step on, as long as they get what they want in the end…But, is that really what they want? To not be respected by the people who once loved and cared about them?
She was a respectable girl. She really was. Her parents were quite wealthy, she always dressed modestly… she worked hard to be respectable. The problem was, she didn’t want to be any longer. She wanted to run and dance, and play in the mud where it was fun. She was tired of people with their noses in the air, making her learn her letters and
I hate when people generalize and stereotype, about the way a girl talks or dresses or something. That if she does something in a certain way she isn’t “respectable”. You have to get to know her before you can really judge what she’s like and how she thinks and the way her mind works. Get to know her
The most rescpectable poeple are usually the ones who don’t even know that they are being respectable, theire just plain being nice. That way its both rescpectable and nice… WOW today’s entry is lame.. I blame the 2:00 AM time…. and the rap music
I think the way we talk to people says a lot about how we see ourselves. Are we tied to our own ideas so closely that we can’t imagine criticizing the ideas of others without respecting the holders of those ideas?
Now that was a laugh. How could she even be respectable, when she couldn’t even walk straight. After all that drinking and dancing, Sophie really had a chuckle at the thought of having to appear respectable.
Something that no one will ever truly achieve, unless they truly understand that they must attain respect within themselves before they can ever truly be held in regard as “respectable.”
I never want to be respectable since it seems so old fashion. instead I want to be remembered for being spontaneous and loving and kind, fun and always living life on the edge! I think of respectable as a little too stuffy. Guess this means I will just have to go on being me!
Be respectable to yourself. A lot of times we give everyone false respect to leave a good impression. But, a lot of times we fail to respect ourselves as a person.
I try to portray myself as a respectable person. I want people to know that I will listen and not judge. You can vent at me, ask my advice, criticize me, etc. and I will listen. I love to be there for people to talk to. I will drop everything just to listen to you.
“well i guess he could be considered respectable”, he said with an air of uncertainty. his eyes followed the well-dressed gentleman as he crossed the room. “very respectable”, he concluded.
Her clothes looked…respectable. Not exactly what she felt her soul would shine though, but good enough for an interview. Another interview at another creativity crushing job that would fail to pay the bills.
He was a man who focused all of his energies on remaining a respectable human being. Oftentimes, his desire to not move out of lockstep with the people around him prevented him from challenging anybody or anything. His desire to be respectable trumped his ability to be spontaneous, creative, adventurous, or truly outstanding and significant.
shoes
good or bad?
am i?
no vans
responsabilities
bueurocracy
people who know how to spell those words
grey
suits
important
officials
money
responisble
college
Respectable Persons are the ones who respect themselves. their talents, their relations and most importantly, themselves. Only if one is himself, he is respected
He decided to stand away from me at a respectable distance. It should not be like this, after what happened last night. He kissed me! Why this sudden silence and distance? Did he regret the kiss? Admittably I was not a good kisser, but that was probably because he was my first kiss. Should I go apologize to him for being a bad kisser? Should I, oh whatever, forget about him. He’s not that important in my life. I could go without him, yes, that is what I shall do… oh, where is he now? He has probably decided to hide from me.
I respect people who respect me. I hate disrespect. I hate people who think that they can disrespect me. I can only be friends with people I respect. If you do something shitty and I can’t look past it than I lose respect for you. Respect is essential in society.
When the person you are with or want to be with does things for him or herself, not worrying about what others think or see. I would consider that respectable. Be their own person.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
there is nothing respectable about a man who can’t man up, this is what I have learned from writing love letters. everything is fine and romantic and intriguing until you find out that all you have is words because the man on the other side, when it comes down to it, is composed of nothing of the sort that you need for romances. unfortunately these types sound brave in letters.
I always respected her. She was too pretty and kind not to. She gave everyone supplies, talked about what she was going to do when she gets older; giving money to the poor, opening her own charity, feeding the hungry. She wanted to end world hunger and I couldn’t help but wish I was as generous as she was.
If the only way to be
is to look it,
then change your shirt.
If the only way to be
is to look it,
then change your jeans.
If the only way to be
is to look it,
then you’re missing
the most respectable
people on Earth.
When I was a child my mum took me to the zoo. We went straight to the tiger exhibit, because, as I recall, my mum knew that tigers were my favorite animal at the time and she wanted me to see the tigers first. I’m not exactly sure how she knew this, but I imagine it had something to do with the fact that immediately after we got in the car to go to the zoo I told her that tigers were my favorite animal and I politely suggested that we see the tigers first. And presumably after the 500th time I suggested this she decided that I might not be feeling good, because she pulled the car over and politely suggested that if I was not up to going to the zoo that we could go back home instead. After the tigers we went to the baboon exhibit. Now, at this particular juncture I find that it is necessary to introduce my brother, if only for the purpose of highlighting a particular difference between us. See, when we visited the baboon exhibit, my brother decided that baboons were best appreciated close up, for he chose a viewing position that was as close to the baboons as was possible while still remaining a respectable distance away. Now I, being 3 years the younger, was not going to be shown up by my older brother. So as he sidled up close to the railing I swung underneath it in a fashion that I was certain a baboon could appreciate and I wattled up to the cage and my scalp all of a sudden became very itchy, so I scratched it, and I felt a tickle under my arm, so I picked at it, and when I finally reached the cage I gave my most triumphant hollar OOH OOH AHH AHH! As it turns out baboons don’t like that noise. My mother explained this to me as she wiped off my face and politely suggested that was go back and see the tigers.
Respectable? Really? You want me to sit here and try to think of something to write about ‘respectable’? I’M not even respectable.
being respectable is boring. respectable girls don’t do drugs. they get married and wear aprons. do drugz and get flour all over yourself. mer.
What’s respectable anymore? It is standard for girls my age to wear tight jeans, miniature dresses, see-through tights…. it is common to see sex every minute on TV. It’s accepted, but is it respectable?
A word to show how much you can respect a person.
Many are respectable, many are not. Depends on how nice they are.
Good people are respected more.
Bad people aren’t.
Mhm.
I wish I was respectable. But I look in the mirror and all I see is a girl who cares too mich and should know better.
Well, I’d rather outdrink an optimistic alcoholic, outdrug a punchdrunk punk, outlove a lovey dovey lover, and outdazzle the discoing devil.
she was the bad girl.wouldn’t date respectable men unless it was to break them or get something usefull from them.yet,she couldn’t be seen with me.people would talk…well..people being the voices inside her head ridiculing and mocking her.she acted free and badass except she must always do and say what the voices told her to do.she couldn’t stand it when they laughed at her,she could /would not ever be brave enough to stand up to them
I wish people would do things that were respectable. It seems like no one cares anymore about who they hurt or who they step on, as long as they get what they want in the end…But, is that really what they want? To not be respected by the people who once loved and cared about them?
: stand firm in what you believe, allow others to do the same
She was a respectable girl. She really was. Her parents were quite wealthy, she always dressed modestly… she worked hard to be respectable. The problem was, she didn’t want to be any longer. She wanted to run and dance, and play in the mud where it was fun. She was tired of people with their noses in the air, making her learn her letters and
I hate when people generalize and stereotype, about the way a girl talks or dresses or something. That if she does something in a certain way she isn’t “respectable”. You have to get to know her before you can really judge what she’s like and how she thinks and the way her mind works. Get to know her
I show people how to be respectful by means of showing them to be respected
The most rescpectable poeple are usually the ones who don’t even know that they are being respectable, theire just plain being nice. That way its both rescpectable and nice… WOW today’s entry is lame.. I blame the 2:00 AM time…. and the rap music
I think the way we talk to people says a lot about how we see ourselves. Are we tied to our own ideas so closely that we can’t imagine criticizing the ideas of others without respecting the holders of those ideas?
Now that was a laugh. How could she even be respectable, when she couldn’t even walk straight. After all that drinking and dancing, Sophie really had a chuckle at the thought of having to appear respectable.
Something that no one will ever truly achieve, unless they truly understand that they must attain respect within themselves before they can ever truly be held in regard as “respectable.”
respectable, 2 me thats how you carry youself in a respectable way
I want to make a good impression, to look like I know what I’m doing. To be respectable and accepted in societies crushing atmosphere.
i wish people would treat each other with more respect. that would make everyone more respectable. just saying
I never want to be respectable since it seems so old fashion. instead I want to be remembered for being spontaneous and loving and kind, fun and always living life on the edge! I think of respectable as a little too stuffy. Guess this means I will just have to go on being me!
Be respectable to yourself. A lot of times we give everyone false respect to leave a good impression. But, a lot of times we fail to respect ourselves as a person.
I try to portray myself as a respectable person. I want people to know that I will listen and not judge. You can vent at me, ask my advice, criticize me, etc. and I will listen. I love to be there for people to talk to. I will drop everything just to listen to you.
“well i guess he could be considered respectable”, he said with an air of uncertainty. his eyes followed the well-dressed gentleman as he crossed the room. “very respectable”, he concluded.
I am an exorcist of respectable men. I will draw them out with a laugh and a line, see their bated breath and leave them alone with no ones morality.
Her clothes looked…respectable. Not exactly what she felt her soul would shine though, but good enough for an interview. Another interview at another creativity crushing job that would fail to pay the bills.
He was a man who focused all of his energies on remaining a respectable human being. Oftentimes, his desire to not move out of lockstep with the people around him prevented him from challenging anybody or anything. His desire to be respectable trumped his ability to be spontaneous, creative, adventurous, or truly outstanding and significant.
shoes
good or bad?
am i?
no vans
responsabilities
bueurocracy
people who know how to spell those words
grey
suits
important
officials
money
responisble
college
Respectable Persons are the ones who respect themselves. their talents, their relations and most importantly, themselves. Only if one is himself, he is respected
Someone…. A species… Hitler. I dunno.
He decided to stand away from me at a respectable distance. It should not be like this, after what happened last night. He kissed me! Why this sudden silence and distance? Did he regret the kiss? Admittably I was not a good kisser, but that was probably because he was my first kiss. Should I go apologize to him for being a bad kisser? Should I, oh whatever, forget about him. He’s not that important in my life. I could go without him, yes, that is what I shall do… oh, where is he now? He has probably decided to hide from me.
I respect people who respect me. I hate disrespect. I hate people who think that they can disrespect me. I can only be friends with people I respect. If you do something shitty and I can’t look past it than I lose respect for you. Respect is essential in society.
When the person you are with or want to be with does things for him or herself, not worrying about what others think or see. I would consider that respectable. Be their own person.
respect worthy.