The roots in my hair are brown and the rest of my hair is brown because I’m trying to get down to my roots, trying to be myself, trying to figure who myself is. I think if I grow my hair out I’ll be able to look myself in the mirror and see the girl I was when I was a kid, back when I lived at home, back when my family was the only part of me and I wasn’t influenced by anything but the people who generated me. I like the colors and shapes my hair has been but I miss home.
Roots, they’re what make you undeniably you and there’s no changing them once you’ve laid down the path. Of course you can go back, make new ones over the old, run through broken and torn and aged roots that are dying and shriveled, you can make stronger bonds and suck up the new life. But they were still there once.
my dad had a stroke today while he was driving home form my sisters.he is lucky he is alive…if what he is is still the him I know.life is so fragile yet you still play your pussy games
root, like as in tree? it’s where you come from. you grow from it. it keeps you grounded, from falling over. a constant reminder of where you’ve been and possibly where you’ll go. it’s something you can always go back to and can’t be taken away from.
The root in the ground, came form a big willow tree. we used to sit unde rit every day. we laughed and listened to out favorite songs. now, you’re gone and i’m not sure what to do anymore. i miss you being around. i miss sitting on that nroot. i hope that one day you come back and sit on the root with me. i love you darling. youre everything.
I think about trees and woody greens. They make me happy and peaceful. Green is my favorite color. think of the movie series roots about the African slave that I watched in middles school for science and social studies.
Roots digging into the soil… cutting into the earth and forming a connection. It’s nice how plants can do that; form ties to the things that created them. In a way, people do that too, but they’re a lot less concrete. Everyone has ties to things they’ve seen, touched, felt. But we can’t see the ties. We know that they’re there, we can feel them, but they aren’t concrete.
the base of it all, sucking nutrients from the ground and sending them to the leaves, the conduit to the soil, the master of the underground, mirroring the above but hidden of course…
I dug up the roots of my family tree. My family tree is actually a tomato plant. This is a family tree we pick. The younger members are picked when green. They become fried green tomatoes. The older members become a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich, tomato soup, and the oldest become chili. We are southern.
the root of the tree is its blood veins. the root of all evil is money but then again how can we be absolutely sure. there is also a song call root down by the beastie boys, its kind of cool
The beginning of a situation is often difficult to place, and yet here I am. At the base of a gang of crooks, who successfully have smuggled thousands of drugs in this tiny shack, and yet have disappeared without a trace.
Taking root, the tree of desire stood alone in the center of the garden. It’s bare branches swayed in the high winds like couples intertwining in love. There were no leaves. There were no colors.
what is at the heart of it all; the beginning of root beer; the bottom of a plant, that which isn’t seen but which forms the foundation, the essence of the thing, structure and anchor; connects for the
When I see the word ‘root’ one thing comes to mind: ‘grassroots’. And I’m not thinking about the roots of grass but rather the movement. The movement that we need more or.
But that wasn’t why her heart broke with such crushing force. It was really the look in his eye when he said it, and the way his lips hooked up on one side like he thought he knew something that she didn’t know about herself.
in Lancaster County, PA, it’s pronounced almost like “foot,” and it’s the name of the best farmer’s market around…fresh, fresh, fresh, from peaches and strawberries to root beer and sticky buns…it’s a wonderful place to shop, and living here is such a privilege. When will they stop covering the best farmland in the world with construction???
It came up from the sidewalk and lumped it’s way between the cement, a monstrous vein that caused the gravel to crumble and weaken. I trip over it on a regular basis, not because I forget, but because it’s important to feel it’s power above mine.
roots
roots of who we are
heritage
where are your roots?
africa
asia
europe
nowhere?
what if i have no roots?
what does that leave me?
nowhere.
no one?
i could be a nobody
a nobody with no roots.
the root of the tree was the problem… it caused all of the other problems in the tree. The vines, the loss of life, everything. No one thought to check the root. They all checked the trunk, the leaves, the branches. It all came down to the root of the tree… the root of the problem.
Dean didn’t think money was the root of all evil. That honor went to greed. For wealth, power… Love. And was he guilty? He glanced at Castiel and something in his heart tightened. He though he just might be.
We spent 9 hours trying to figure out the root of the problem. It was three men. They were the bastards who kept on killing the young kids who bought the cd players. It was a horrible week filled with blood, dead kids, crying, car crashes and headaches.
The root of evil is a difficult thing to describe. Whether it be in our hearts or prescribed from our minds. The only way to overcome this inherent and/or learned act is by recognizing the humanity in oneself,others, and in God.
Money is the root of all evil. Funny I should decide to write that. It is a very popular saying. No wonder I thought of it. Maybe if I were a bit more creative in my thinking I would come up with something a little better. Root… Root beer?
I think about the root you put in warm water to have eternal life or something like that. Maybe seen it in a movie. I wouldn’t like it.
Eternal life that is, I’m sure it tastes delicious. Or like crap
The roots in my hair are brown and the rest of my hair is brown because I’m trying to get down to my roots, trying to be myself, trying to figure who myself is. I think if I grow my hair out I’ll be able to look myself in the mirror and see the girl I was when I was a kid, back when I lived at home, back when my family was the only part of me and I wasn’t influenced by anything but the people who generated me. I like the colors and shapes my hair has been but I miss home.
Roots, they’re what make you undeniably you and there’s no changing them once you’ve laid down the path. Of course you can go back, make new ones over the old, run through broken and torn and aged roots that are dying and shriveled, you can make stronger bonds and suck up the new life. But they were still there once.
my dad had a stroke today while he was driving home form my sisters.he is lucky he is alive…if what he is is still the him I know.life is so fragile yet you still play your pussy games
root, like as in tree? it’s where you come from. you grow from it. it keeps you grounded, from falling over. a constant reminder of where you’ve been and possibly where you’ll go. it’s something you can always go back to and can’t be taken away from.
The root in the ground, came form a big willow tree. we used to sit unde rit every day. we laughed and listened to out favorite songs. now, you’re gone and i’m not sure what to do anymore. i miss you being around. i miss sitting on that nroot. i hope that one day you come back and sit on the root with me. i love you darling. youre everything.
Root…root of all evil, root of all kindness, root of the issue, root of the problem, grass root campaigns
I think about trees and woody greens. They make me happy and peaceful. Green is my favorite color. think of the movie series roots about the African slave that I watched in middles school for science and social studies.
deep mossy lingering sweetness, the roots pull at me, begging me for more but I have none to give.
the root of the problem is always me.
Roots digging into the soil… cutting into the earth and forming a connection. It’s nice how plants can do that; form ties to the things that created them. In a way, people do that too, but they’re a lot less concrete. Everyone has ties to things they’ve seen, touched, felt. But we can’t see the ties. We know that they’re there, we can feel them, but they aren’t concrete.
the base of it all, sucking nutrients from the ground and sending them to the leaves, the conduit to the soil, the master of the underground, mirroring the above but hidden of course…
this is me. The root of desire, the root of life – as with life – as with animals – as with love.
roots are cool and they come from trees where tarzan comes from but then tarzan blew up and the root was very sad!
COOL!
I dug up the roots of my family tree. My family tree is actually a tomato plant. This is a family tree we pick. The younger members are picked when green. They become fried green tomatoes. The older members become a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich, tomato soup, and the oldest become chili. We are southern.
the root of the tree is its blood veins. the root of all evil is money but then again how can we be absolutely sure. there is also a song call root down by the beastie boys, its kind of cool
Roots in my boots. Spiraling up towards me. Another tree. Another branch in the wind.
What exactly is at the root of any problem? Find it and you will find your answer!
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The beginning of a situation is often difficult to place, and yet here I am. At the base of a gang of crooks, who successfully have smuggled thousands of drugs in this tiny shack, and yet have disappeared without a trace.
Taking root, the tree of desire stood alone in the center of the garden. It’s bare branches swayed in the high winds like couples intertwining in love. There were no leaves. There were no colors.
what is at the heart of it all; the beginning of root beer; the bottom of a plant, that which isn’t seen but which forms the foundation, the essence of the thing, structure and anchor; connects for the
“Look, Lucas–we’re almost done!”
His mother gently scoops away a shovelful of dirt.
“Hand it to me, please?”
He obeys; the sprawling roots of the sunflower find their way into the ground, are buried, and silently begin their descent, their growth.
roots poked through the dirt walls in the cellar. I don’t think she oculdve dug out even if she had the strength, it was just too far
When I see the word ‘root’ one thing comes to mind: ‘grassroots’. And I’m not thinking about the roots of grass but rather the movement. The movement that we need more or.
But that wasn’t why her heart broke with such crushing force. It was really the look in his eye when he said it, and the way his lips hooked up on one side like he thought he knew something that she didn’t know about herself.
Root Root for the Home team if they don’t win it is a shame. That verse is from the song triple play. Ever heard of that song? No it is
in Lancaster County, PA, it’s pronounced almost like “foot,” and it’s the name of the best farmer’s market around…fresh, fresh, fresh, from peaches and strawberries to root beer and sticky buns…it’s a wonderful place to shop, and living here is such a privilege. When will they stop covering the best farmland in the world with construction???
It came up from the sidewalk and lumped it’s way between the cement, a monstrous vein that caused the gravel to crumble and weaken. I trip over it on a regular basis, not because I forget, but because it’s important to feel it’s power above mine.
every house as roots, and so does every man and human in that case.
from the roots to the tips we exists and some of us even levetates.
roots
roots of who we are
heritage
where are your roots?
africa
asia
europe
nowhere?
what if i have no roots?
what does that leave me?
nowhere.
no one?
i could be a nobody
a nobody with no roots.
i was at the root of the problem with the evidence laid out before me. It all seemed so simple, how could I have missed it?
My joy was cut short as i realized the situation.
it was becoming dire.
attached to plants, make the living possible for plants, different kinds, the connection with the soil, minerals, water of all plants, big or small
the root is the strength that keeps it all together, the root is where it all begins
the root of all fruitfulness in kindness.
the root of the tree was the problem… it caused all of the other problems in the tree. The vines, the loss of life, everything. No one thought to check the root. They all checked the trunk, the leaves, the branches. It all came down to the root of the tree… the root of the problem.
Dean didn’t think money was the root of all evil. That honor went to greed. For wealth, power… Love. And was he guilty? He glanced at Castiel and something in his heart tightened. He though he just might be.
We spent 9 hours trying to figure out the root of the problem. It was three men. They were the bastards who kept on killing the young kids who bought the cd players. It was a horrible week filled with blood, dead kids, crying, car crashes and headaches.
The root of evil is a difficult thing to describe. Whether it be in our hearts or prescribed from our minds. The only way to overcome this inherent and/or learned act is by recognizing the humanity in oneself,others, and in God.
Money is the root of all evil. Funny I should decide to write that. It is a very popular saying. No wonder I thought of it. Maybe if I were a bit more creative in my thinking I would come up with something a little better. Root… Root beer?
I think about the root you put in warm water to have eternal life or something like that. Maybe seen it in a movie. I wouldn’t like it.
Eternal life that is, I’m sure it tastes delicious. Or like crap