models – models walk down the runway. life isnt a runway, but everyone wants to walk around looking like models. everyone is watching you on the runway, but not in life, i guess. its close to run-a-way, what happens when your trying to escape, or lead to happiness
at first i assumed this said runaway and i was ready to say ive avoided this site for about a month because of busyness and being afraid of the truths it forces me to explore. i think i’d be to nervous and self-conscious to ever walk a runway in front of people.
She pressed her nose up to the glass and strained to see the lights of the runway down below. She was so nervous and excited and couldn’t quite believe that in a few minutes she would be home again, after 20 years!
runaway train. i wanna run away from home cause my parents suck. and i’ve just had another of these situations where they proved it. i know this girl who ran away from home and even though i judged it as bad at the time now i think it’s the right thing to do. people run away when they’re in pain or uncomfortable. should i do it?:(
As I run across the sun the warmth intoxicates me. I feel myself dying but my death does not matter; nothing does. The feeling of death is splendid…like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I am in Heaven now. I feel beautiful. I am beautiful. It took death to allow me to realize the truth. I now wish I had not killed myself.
Models are too skinny, they have to make everyone else happy before themselves. I wonder to myself as they walk down that runway if they secretly begin to hate themselves and what they’ve turned into. A blank, skinny shell.
i dont think i could ever really be a model, not because im not completley vain…because i hate not being able to eat whatever i wanted….and i really dont like rejection all that much, but who does?
airplanes are huge beasts. The beat the runway with enormous rubber wheels that smack like metal hammers against the blacken, skid marked surface. On hot days all you smell is the stink of rubber and fuel, a queasy mixture. My cousin got me this job. I don’t get why they hire me just to scare birds away. They call me a scarecrow, and some say I look like one. I just sit in a shack in the middle of eight intersecting landing strips. Runway my ass. The biggest jet that lands hear is an old 727 with such a bad paint job that you can still see the name of the old owner showing through the translucent sheen of paint coat
Staring out into the audience, Christine saw lots of emotions in the eyes riveted to the gown she wore. But none of those emotions were for her, and that saddened her. Why was the clothing compelling in ways she was not?
oh, i don’t even want to right about runaway. i’ll have to find some way to make that a better topic… um, OH! runway. haha, ok, even still it just makes me think of bad things, sadly… hijackers and such, but the time for that mindset is over. time to think NOT about death and terror… hmm, vacation! yes, vacation! oh time up?!
Nick loves planes. One time, we watched a video of him landing and then speeding off down the runway for another liftoff. Over and over again, until he’d done it about ten times. Liftoff, land, liftoff again, all of his time in the air…
just a couple of airplanes and hang out together on the weekend. they’re both pretty tired, but one decides to quit. the plane goes down somewhere in the galapagos. uh-oh, said the captain..
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I could never be a model. My legs are shorter than my torso. That doesn’t stop me from practicing “the walk” though. Every girl wants to perfect it. Regardless of size or shape.
I have always liked to write about things like this: to be randomn. All I can say is that tommorow I will leave to England by plane, so I will see the runway.
walking down the runway, to the left i see, a bunch of fellas waving; waving back at me.
walking down the runway, i am on top of the world,
everyone is watching, as i stop and turn.
Runway. She dreams of looking like someone their.
It seems so simple. but its not.
But she feels in control,
and that is what she is worried about.
control equals runway eventually, right?
So there i was waiting for him knowing that he would not want to see me, but i knew, i knew i had to see him. It had been years, in fact nearly a decade now since we last spoke. I expect him to comploetely disregard me when he steps off that plane. I see him, hes not actually there but rather in his place, there sits a casket. I miss you dad.
oh look! shouted little Ron and pointed towards the runway. the cars were heating up their engines and smoke filled the strip with the familiar scent of petrol and burnt rubber.
The last time I flew, we sat on the runway prior to our departure for at least 90 minutes. No one could explain it. I did more thinking on that runway than I’d done the entire week before. Thank you runway.
I’m reading this book called ‘Look at Me’ for class. It’s about this model who has an accident that changes her face and how she and the people around her deal with it. It’s really good and I like the way it deals with identity and just the idea of looking at yourself through this glass or putting up this facade that kind of hides who you really are.
it england its called a catwalk. just thought I’d say. its really annoying when they call it a runway in english magazines. yeah ive given up on capital letters; what ya gonna do about it?
It stood out there, a black apparition in the early morning sun. The plan halted in front of it. The pilots looked at each other confounded as the control tower radioed to them to abandon their craft. It looked like the trip to Florida wouldn’t be occuring today.
runway. jetison. the way to make it to our dreams. the way we get from here to there. we take off and we are on our way to meet our hopes and dreams, our loves ones and uncertainty. it’s thrilling and exhilirating all at the same time. where will you end up?
The jolt of the wheels hitting the runway is the first thing I remember. Six-hour plane flights have always put me to sleep very quickly, and by the time I arrive at my destination, I don’t even remember where I’m going or why I’m going there.
the runaway bride, took her shoes off and grabbed the bag at the back of the church; holding sneakers and sprinted out the door. The groom was in shock and didnt know what to do. He leaped over the railing and followed her down sixth avenue of new york city screaming over the traffic.
models – models walk down the runway. life isnt a runway, but everyone wants to walk around looking like models. everyone is watching you on the runway, but not in life, i guess. its close to run-a-way, what happens when your trying to escape, or lead to happiness
at first i assumed this said runaway and i was ready to say ive avoided this site for about a month because of busyness and being afraid of the truths it forces me to explore. i think i’d be to nervous and self-conscious to ever walk a runway in front of people.
the plane lifts off. it goes so fast. it goes so high.
runway. runaway. the plane takes off, flying me away. i fly so far. i fly so high.
the path is short. but also long. the plane has just enough time to make it off the ground.
She pressed her nose up to the glass and strained to see the lights of the runway down below. She was so nervous and excited and couldn’t quite believe that in a few minutes she would be home again, after 20 years!
i stood on the runway of life dressed in a slinky red dress and 3 inch high heels. this time i’m going to be noticed.
i stood on the runway of life dressed in a slinky red dress and 3 inch high heels. this time i’m going to be noticed.
runaway train. i wanna run away from home cause my parents suck. and i’ve just had another of these situations where they proved it. i know this girl who ran away from home and even though i judged it as bad at the time now i think it’s the right thing to do. people run away when they’re in pain or uncomfortable. should i do it?:(
i think of my sister.. :D
As I run across the sun the warmth intoxicates me. I feel myself dying but my death does not matter; nothing does. The feeling of death is splendid…like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I am in Heaven now. I feel beautiful. I am beautiful. It took death to allow me to realize the truth. I now wish I had not killed myself.
Come in high and steep
they say descend the runway
I like low and smooth
Models are too skinny, they have to make everyone else happy before themselves. I wonder to myself as they walk down that runway if they secretly begin to hate themselves and what they’ve turned into. A blank, skinny shell.
RUPAUL!!!!
i dont think i could ever really be a model, not because im not completley vain…because i hate not being able to eat whatever i wanted….and i really dont like rejection all that much, but who does?
airplanes are huge beasts. The beat the runway with enormous rubber wheels that smack like metal hammers against the blacken, skid marked surface. On hot days all you smell is the stink of rubber and fuel, a queasy mixture. My cousin got me this job. I don’t get why they hire me just to scare birds away. They call me a scarecrow, and some say I look like one. I just sit in a shack in the middle of eight intersecting landing strips. Runway my ass. The biggest jet that lands hear is an old 727 with such a bad paint job that you can still see the name of the old owner showing through the translucent sheen of paint coat
Staring out into the audience, Christine saw lots of emotions in the eyes riveted to the gown she wore. But none of those emotions were for her, and that saddened her. Why was the clothing compelling in ways she was not?
oh, i don’t even want to right about runaway. i’ll have to find some way to make that a better topic… um, OH! runway. haha, ok, even still it just makes me think of bad things, sadly… hijackers and such, but the time for that mindset is over. time to think NOT about death and terror… hmm, vacation! yes, vacation! oh time up?!
i’ll never get on the runway and i’ll never take off.
don’t try to convince me otherwise – you can’t.
Run Simba, Run away and never return.
airplanes, rivers, swans on the lake, cars, desperate people, lives… they all go through a runway
Nick loves planes. One time, we watched a video of him landing and then speeding off down the runway for another liftoff. Over and over again, until he’d done it about ten times. Liftoff, land, liftoff again, all of his time in the air…
just a couple of airplanes and hang out together on the weekend. they’re both pretty tired, but one decides to quit. the plane goes down somewhere in the galapagos. uh-oh, said the captain..
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I could never be a model. My legs are shorter than my torso. That doesn’t stop me from practicing “the walk” though. Every girl wants to perfect it. Regardless of size or shape.
I have always liked to write about things like this: to be randomn. All I can say is that tommorow I will leave to England by plane, so I will see the runway.
walking down the runway, to the left i see, a bunch of fellas waving; waving back at me.
walking down the runway, i am on top of the world,
everyone is watching, as i stop and turn.
Runway. She dreams of looking like someone their.
It seems so simple. but its not.
But she feels in control,
and that is what she is worried about.
control equals runway eventually, right?
its coming to an end. Really! What should I be doing to help prevented from ending. Not Sure it will end. I will continue without me.
Happy
So there i was waiting for him knowing that he would not want to see me, but i knew, i knew i had to see him. It had been years, in fact nearly a decade now since we last spoke. I expect him to comploetely disregard me when he steps off that plane. I see him, hes not actually there but rather in his place, there sits a casket. I miss you dad.
oh look! shouted little Ron and pointed towards the runway. the cars were heating up their engines and smoke filled the strip with the familiar scent of petrol and burnt rubber.
They watch the planes go by, WOOSH WOOSH, all roaring motors and propellers. N watches the way W looks at them and thinks, aha.
The last time I flew, we sat on the runway prior to our departure for at least 90 minutes. No one could explain it. I did more thinking on that runway than I’d done the entire week before. Thank you runway.
I’m reading this book called ‘Look at Me’ for class. It’s about this model who has an accident that changes her face and how she and the people around her deal with it. It’s really good and I like the way it deals with identity and just the idea of looking at yourself through this glass or putting up this facade that kind of hides who you really are.
I get tired of seeing the skinny girls walk down the runway. Why can’t chunky people be beautiful and models? I am a chunky girl and I am beautiful~
it england its called a catwalk. just thought I’d say. its really annoying when they call it a runway in english magazines. yeah ive given up on capital letters; what ya gonna do about it?
america’s next top model is on next monday
It stood out there, a black apparition in the early morning sun. The plan halted in front of it. The pilots looked at each other confounded as the control tower radioed to them to abandon their craft. It looked like the trip to Florida wouldn’t be occuring today.
models, skinny, cars, cats, sexy, clothes, exciting, fat, wow, undies, sexy men, rawr, i’m too sexy for my shirt
runway. jetison. the way to make it to our dreams. the way we get from here to there. we take off and we are on our way to meet our hopes and dreams, our loves ones and uncertainty. it’s thrilling and exhilirating all at the same time. where will you end up?
The jolt of the wheels hitting the runway is the first thing I remember. Six-hour plane flights have always put me to sleep very quickly, and by the time I arrive at my destination, I don’t even remember where I’m going or why I’m going there.
the runaway bride, took her shoes off and grabbed the bag at the back of the church; holding sneakers and sprinted out the door. The groom was in shock and didnt know what to do. He leaped over the railing and followed her down sixth avenue of new york city screaming over the traffic.