I think people who are dumb. This is because people who are shallow are usually not nice and only think about the outer beauty of a person and not about the attributes that a person has on the inside. I know people who are shallow.. unfortunately i like someone who is shallow
quite often the cause of many conflicts in my life. I tend to consider the needs and opinions of others, perhaps to a fault of my own, while I find myself wondering if others truly consider the thoughts and feelings of those around them…perhaps not.
swimming pools are often too shallow. When i was a child, i would jump into a freezing cold pool, hoping to explore its depths and find all the lost trinkets that had sunk to the bottom and had been long since forgotten.
But as i would descend, water whisking through my ears and up my nose, I would realize that the pool was not nearly as deep as a water adventurer would like. I was at the bottom in no time. My toes touching the smooth tiles beneath and my hair spread out like an octopus floating around just above the surface.
Nothing in between. Not much to explore and no where to hide from the splashing and yelling. Just the shallowness with no deep place to get lost. no chance of swimming through the unknown.
there was a man who only knew about the depths of his soul. he wasn’t humble, he wasn’t worth anyone’s time. he sat in his own pityful sorrow day in and day out. he couldn’t obtain or maintain meaningful relationships.
don’t touch me all wet and loose with your grabbing fingers and your empty curiosity. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool. just bury me deeper and hold me tight.
i think that a lot of people where i live are really shallow–its full of yuppie pricks and soccer moms, two types of people i hate. its like, i dont really give a fuck if youre a urologist or a dermatologist, just order your pizza and leave me the fuck alone. oh, i worked in a restaurant in a yuppie town, btw.
don’t touch me all wet and loose with your grabbing fingers and your empty curiosity. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool. just bury me deeper and hold me tight.
don’t touch me all wet and loose with your grabbing fingers and your empty curiosity. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool. just bury me deeper and hold me tight.
i alwasy thought my mother was shallow..its sad because i want her to see the things that I see..the compassion or love in people,,not the way they look or sound…it doesn’t matter to me..just if they are kind …i don’t understand the judgement of people all the time
shallow like the thin film of water over a macadam road teeming with small little critters that didn’t exist before the rain poured down. A big foot smashing down onto the surface and killing all these creatures without a thought.
I find people who are shallow dont deserve the love that they are given. However the only reason they are shallow is through there lack of self confidence and self esteem. Show you care and eventually they will feel the same. Look whats on the inside or you will fall to there level
Someone who’s thinking is restricted to their ideas without budging. Superficial, wanting just what’s on their mind and nothing else. No light or dark.
I don’t know whats going on with my life
i like to know im number one in this
and i will forever think i am
because if you dont think your important
than how the fuck will you treasure you relationship with someone else? It’s just sad.
I hate shallow people but I so often worry that I myself am shallow. I can’t remember who, but some wise person or other once asked, “Do I love you because you’re beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?” I love that quote. I think it might go nice on my gravestone.
The water was so shallow that I could see the smooth stones laying on the bottom of the creek. I searched for one with a shape so smooth it would be pleasing to hold. A crawfish crawled out from beneath one pile.
the edge of the shore and the break of the wave is where the waters end and the land begins, a tribute to man is laid out in a line of shells from the eternal sea
Fake and coiny. They say I’m not supposed to think about this, but how am I to produce anything that isn’t the very word they’ve given me? Perhaps I’m supposed to emit some silver stream of consciousness that will lead me to the Pulitzer. But all I’ve got this morning is a cold cup of coffee and a cold chair in this cold airport (over air-conditioned, of course, but it’s Florida, do you actually expect your toes to be warm when you’re inside?) that I’ll be stuck in for the next three and a half hours. I must be getting close to this sixty-second limit… what and odd thought to be cut off mid-thought. As if that happens in real life other than when we spot a butterfly outside the car window and in that split second of fractured thought the car has crossed the yellow line and then all we see and hear is a big red truck. Cheery way to pass the morning.
High school girls are all supposed to be shallow. i didnt agree that i was shallow untill i discovered the world of guys. I have a HUGE list of what works and what doesnt work.
I think people who are dumb. This is because people who are shallow are usually not nice and only think about the outer beauty of a person and not about the attributes that a person has on the inside. I know people who are shallow.. unfortunately i like someone who is shallow
quite often the cause of many conflicts in my life. I tend to consider the needs and opinions of others, perhaps to a fault of my own, while I find myself wondering if others truly consider the thoughts and feelings of those around them…perhaps not.
swimming pools are often too shallow. When i was a child, i would jump into a freezing cold pool, hoping to explore its depths and find all the lost trinkets that had sunk to the bottom and had been long since forgotten.
But as i would descend, water whisking through my ears and up my nose, I would realize that the pool was not nearly as deep as a water adventurer would like. I was at the bottom in no time. My toes touching the smooth tiles beneath and my hair spread out like an octopus floating around just above the surface.
Nothing in between. Not much to explore and no where to hide from the splashing and yelling. Just the shallowness with no deep place to get lost. no chance of swimming through the unknown.
Shallow fellows don’t like marshmallow ladies, that’s all there is to it lately.
there was a man who only knew about the depths of his soul. he wasn’t humble, he wasn’t worth anyone’s time. he sat in his own pityful sorrow day in and day out. he couldn’t obtain or maintain meaningful relationships.
The hole in the ground is hastily dug. The edges are not straight. The bottom is uneven. Shoddy work. No respect for the dead.
It was a shallow river going downstream when the bird landed near it.You could hear the river as it flowed and the ripples were small.
I don’t want to be shallow like so many other teen girls are said to be.
He was so shallow she said, knowing even as she did that she was really talking about herself.
There was no way out of it, she thought, and somewhere outside a man screamed.
don’t touch me all wet and loose with your grabbing fingers and your empty curiosity. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool. just bury me deeper and hold me tight.
i think that a lot of people where i live are really shallow–its full of yuppie pricks and soccer moms, two types of people i hate. its like, i dont really give a fuck if youre a urologist or a dermatologist, just order your pizza and leave me the fuck alone. oh, i worked in a restaurant in a yuppie town, btw.
don’t touch me all wet and loose with your grabbing fingers and your empty curiosity. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool. just bury me deeper and hold me tight.
don’t touch me all wet and loose with your grabbing fingers and your empty curiosity. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool. just bury me deeper and hold me tight.
don’t touch me all wet and easy with your grabbing fingers and your false sympathy. it’s easy to reach treasures at the bottom of a shallow pool.
i alwasy thought my mother was shallow..its sad because i want her to see the things that I see..the compassion or love in people,,not the way they look or sound…it doesn’t matter to me..just if they are kind …i don’t understand the judgement of people all the time
shallow like the thin film of water over a macadam road teeming with small little critters that didn’t exist before the rain poured down. A big foot smashing down onto the surface and killing all these creatures without a thought.
I find people who are shallow dont deserve the love that they are given. However the only reason they are shallow is through there lack of self confidence and self esteem. Show you care and eventually they will feel the same. Look whats on the inside or you will fall to there level
Someone who’s thinking is restricted to their ideas without budging. Superficial, wanting just what’s on their mind and nothing else. No light or dark.
I don’t know whats going on with my life
i like to know im number one in this
and i will forever think i am
because if you dont think your important
than how the fuck will you treasure you relationship with someone else? It’s just sad.
The water is shallow. The water in the pond. It makes me think of physics. Upthrust. I hated that topic.
I hate shallow people but I so often worry that I myself am shallow. I can’t remember who, but some wise person or other once asked, “Do I love you because you’re beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?” I love that quote. I think it might go nice on my gravestone.
The water was so shallow that I could see the smooth stones laying on the bottom of the creek. I searched for one with a shape so smooth it would be pleasing to hold. A crawfish crawled out from beneath one pile.
the edge of the shore and the break of the wave is where the waters end and the land begins, a tribute to man is laid out in a line of shells from the eternal sea
Fake and coiny. They say I’m not supposed to think about this, but how am I to produce anything that isn’t the very word they’ve given me? Perhaps I’m supposed to emit some silver stream of consciousness that will lead me to the Pulitzer. But all I’ve got this morning is a cold cup of coffee and a cold chair in this cold airport (over air-conditioned, of course, but it’s Florida, do you actually expect your toes to be warm when you’re inside?) that I’ll be stuck in for the next three and a half hours. I must be getting close to this sixty-second limit… what and odd thought to be cut off mid-thought. As if that happens in real life other than when we spot a butterfly outside the car window and in that split second of fractured thought the car has crossed the yellow line and then all we see and hear is a big red truck. Cheery way to pass the morning.
“Shallow,” Jenny repeated. “As in you AREN’T DEEP.”
“Omg, how could you say that?!” Chelsea yelped. “I’m SO deep.”
“You cheated on your boyfriend because his best friend was WEARING A SHIRT THAT MATCHED YOUR BRA!”
High school girls are all supposed to be shallow. i didnt agree that i was shallow untill i discovered the world of guys. I have a HUGE list of what works and what doesnt work.
i think most people are shellow.