There are signs everywhere. They give direction. They indicate the end of road or upcoming change. Signs try to direct us, but if we ignore them, we better be prepared to pay the consequences.
Signs are supposed to lead you places, right? But has anyone thought that it might not be that blatant? Has anyone ever thought that maybe you shouldn’t be looking for signs and that maybe you should just rule your own life? Life is not as simple as going down the street and looking at a sign. You have to make it for yourself.
There are signs everywhere signs in the sky signs in my dorm room but sometimes people knock them down when they’re drunk or maybe just when they’re feeling evil. Herschel found one hanging from the ceiling and took it down so that nobody would hit their head. He removed the plastic bits and left the wires hanging, carefully placing the plastic casing in the corner next to the door. He has nice muscles and a big smile. There are signs that we should do things and signs that we shouldn’t do things, signs that we should go to a concert but maybe if we go we won’t like it.
There are signs everywhere you go. It could be a stop sign, or a sign of feeling. Signs mean everything. Banksy makes signs using graffiti. There a signs made to keep you safe or signs made to make you feel a certain way
I think that I need to get better at reading the signs of don’t get too close. Don’t touch. Don’t…like me. You need to stay away. Back off. Back out. Take the day to yourself. Get away – move away, don’t TOUCH. NO.
I don’t think I’ve been doing so well, hearing the voices inside my fingers as they beg me to just participate. One little bit more. And the warnings…escape me.
When i see signs, like at the supermarket, it makes me angry. They are usually about lost dogs or cats or selling stuff to college people. Why would they do that? They are cluttering up ma supermarket wall!
I try to follow the signs that are given to me. But I want to leave this path because it is not mine, it is a friends who was willing to share. But the sharing is done, it is over with and gone. It is time to leave and keep my own.
Signs, Signs, everywhere there’re signs, do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the signs?
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign, life is demanding, without understanding.
lately ive been seeing signs of everything that shouldnt be. i read all the signs. that’s not the problem. my friends come to me because of my unique skill to read them.
There are signs everywhere, I feel like a chimpanzee sitting on my mother’s lap. I hope to spread a red and white checkered blanket with you in a foreign country. I love you. I don’t know what to do about that. You don’t know either
What we see daily. What we receive daily, but never pay attention to. God throws signs at us every minute of our every day, it is up to us to pay attention to them and learn from then, or ignore them. Pay attention.
she said it was a sign, those white peonies or how he ordered her favorite soup. She thought his blue eyes were gorgeous even if they reminder her of a past lover, his hands were small but with strong arms she wanted them to hold her. Why else would she meet him on a bus she wasn’t supposed to take?
What we see daily. What we receive daily, but never pay attention to. God throws signs at us every minute of our every day, it is up to us to pay attention to them and learn from then, or ignore them; the same way we ignore every other sign in front of us. Pay attention.
The symbolic interactionism that rules our destiny is the flower of life which we are facinated by. It’s blooming is the essence of our tetrahedral dimension of light and love that is our aura and our projected consience.
signs are everywhere. on every street corner. over every road. they’re in schools. in relationships. in careers. You will be seeing signs your whole life.
Do you not see the signs? Nujabes said that shit and he was fucking right. How do you not see them? They are all around us. I need to get myself out of this bullshit country because it is run by people who see the signs but lead us another direction because of money.
Cannot see the word it only shows half letters so it looks like 3d effect so is it meant to be about this was it meant to be or a bad reception.
This 60 seconds you can get a lot done is my time up yet what is the purpose oft this exercise is it at trick is there a score I am fed up now because I do not know the purpose
and then there were signs all over the place. no one knew why, but they were there. just as sure as the air they were breathing, they were right in front of them. everyone was astounded. they didn’t know what to do, or how to react. they were just standing there, limp, as if they’d been struck.
My life on couches began after the Magic 8 Ball incident of 1977. I was twelve and expected the stars and the moon and the cutest boy in school to smile upon me. But I kept seeing No!, Don’t count on it! and All signs point to no! Over and over. Doctor B said I have anger control issues and that I’m high strung. Maybe it’s true. I just wish I’d had one more shake of the ball before hurling it into the wall.
If I had been looking up I would have seen them. If I had been looking up. But I didn’t. They were all there. They are still there. But the thought terrifies me. I just need to reach.
signs are interesting, people shoulg think about their signatures as I think it classifies who they are and reflects their thoughts and personalities from the simple and original form to the sopisticated
In Hindsight, I should have seen it coming, but I was blind to the inevitability. If a relationship struggles for that long, You would think I could sense it somehow. Maybe I did and just chose to ignore that itching little instinct.
losing many chess games to the same ,guy, curtis by name, are signs to quit chess but i will not quit. i have too much time, money, games invested to quit, now.
There had been signs everywhere but they were young , free and careless; rebels without a cause or a pause, they had no time to read let alone read signs when they were moving at the speed of a blur into the ink black night. Headlights were for pussies and although they had their fair share of beautiful young pussy they were not that.
Signs. Signs everywhere. Designating paths for us all, paths we don’t want to go down, but we do anyway as we’re creatures of habit. We cannot create a path for our self, just because we want to. It’s not right. It’s not human. So we keep following, like sheep, like ants. Not being our true selves.
she was superstitious. everything meant anything. nothing was never nothing. it could be missing her bus, or walking in to a book store and running in to a stranger with a smile. she didn’t believe in coincidences. everything was a sign. everything was pointing her towards… towards what? she didn’t know. but she knew she wanted to go there, to meet that person, to be that person….
I walked past the avenue and spotted him across from me.
“You look different, thinner I guess, I don’t like it.”
“Yeah, it’s just something I did for me, I didn’t like my old look.”
I see signs all around me. They tell me what to do, where to go. Some have words. Others, unspoken signals. I don’t want to follow them. I want to make my own paths, follow my own signs. Make new signs. I want to be an individual. Not a sign-follower. I want to be me.
The signs were clear enough. She said she was forced to do it, but they just wouldn’t believe it… She was guilty of a double mosquito homicide. Sending her to prison just wouldn’t do it… She had to burn to repay her sins… Damn blood… Have to clean my pillow again.
There are many signs in this world. Signs on the street, signs from God, signs from a deaf person trying to communicate with the speaking world. Signs are important to our society. They bring an array of emotions.
what happened to that guy, anyway? i remember my mom loved him, way back when. him and kevin costner. the name kevin always makes me think of home alone. i miss that movie. my sister always called it mine because i was the only one who appreciated it.
this isn’t sign related at all. maybe that’s a sign that my family should be more important to me than they currently are. maybe i should take their lives and entwine them with mine.
There are signs everywhere. They give direction. They indicate the end of road or upcoming change. Signs try to direct us, but if we ignore them, we better be prepared to pay the consequences.
Signs are supposed to lead you places, right? But has anyone thought that it might not be that blatant? Has anyone ever thought that maybe you shouldn’t be looking for signs and that maybe you should just rule your own life? Life is not as simple as going down the street and looking at a sign. You have to make it for yourself.
There are signs everywhere signs in the sky signs in my dorm room but sometimes people knock them down when they’re drunk or maybe just when they’re feeling evil. Herschel found one hanging from the ceiling and took it down so that nobody would hit their head. He removed the plastic bits and left the wires hanging, carefully placing the plastic casing in the corner next to the door. He has nice muscles and a big smile. There are signs that we should do things and signs that we shouldn’t do things, signs that we should go to a concert but maybe if we go we won’t like it.
There are signs everywhere you go. It could be a stop sign, or a sign of feeling. Signs mean everything. Banksy makes signs using graffiti. There a signs made to keep you safe or signs made to make you feel a certain way
All the signs pointed to danger, but the yearning was to strong. I needed her, she must be mine. I can’t let this go.
I think that I need to get better at reading the signs of don’t get too close. Don’t touch. Don’t…like me. You need to stay away. Back off. Back out. Take the day to yourself. Get away – move away, don’t TOUCH. NO.
I don’t think I’ve been doing so well, hearing the voices inside my fingers as they beg me to just participate. One little bit more. And the warnings…escape me.
When i see signs, like at the supermarket, it makes me angry. They are usually about lost dogs or cats or selling stuff to college people. Why would they do that? They are cluttering up ma supermarket wall!
I try to follow the signs that are given to me. But I want to leave this path because it is not mine, it is a friends who was willing to share. But the sharing is done, it is over with and gone. It is time to leave and keep my own.
Signs, Signs, everywhere there’re signs, do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the signs?
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign, life is demanding, without understanding.
i dont need sing i need acts
signs and sins are the same
signs are the best of all thing
lately ive been seeing signs of everything that shouldnt be. i read all the signs. that’s not the problem. my friends come to me because of my unique skill to read them.
There are signs everywhere, I feel like a chimpanzee sitting on my mother’s lap. I hope to spread a red and white checkered blanket with you in a foreign country. I love you. I don’t know what to do about that. You don’t know either
What we see daily. What we receive daily, but never pay attention to. God throws signs at us every minute of our every day, it is up to us to pay attention to them and learn from then, or ignore them. Pay attention.
she said it was a sign, those white peonies or how he ordered her favorite soup. She thought his blue eyes were gorgeous even if they reminder her of a past lover, his hands were small but with strong arms she wanted them to hold her. Why else would she meet him on a bus she wasn’t supposed to take?
sign. everywhere. no escaping. why the crap are they everywhere? why cant get away from them? they just remined me of what happened on that night….
I see signs now
All the time
In the waking hour
And while I’m sleeping
I see signs
of you in dreaming
But you are running
All of the times.
(super inspired by bloc party’s song btw)
What we see daily. What we receive daily, but never pay attention to. God throws signs at us every minute of our every day, it is up to us to pay attention to them and learn from then, or ignore them; the same way we ignore every other sign in front of us. Pay attention.
Mind the signs;
they may know where we are,
but you control what that means.
A symbol in life that foreshadows what you should do. A road signal. A hand signal. A symbol to show where to go.
You give me signs. My body gives me signs when you are near. I would give you a sign too, but I’m freezed and I don’t know why.
The symbolic interactionism that rules our destiny is the flower of life which we are facinated by. It’s blooming is the essence of our tetrahedral dimension of light and love that is our aura and our projected consience.
signs are everywhere. on every street corner. over every road. they’re in schools. in relationships. in careers. You will be seeing signs your whole life.
STOP
YEILD
ONE-WAY
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT
NO TRESSPASSING
GREEN
RED
YELLOW
PROTEST
NO LEFT TURN
MENS WOMENS
Do you not see the signs? Nujabes said that shit and he was fucking right. How do you not see them? They are all around us. I need to get myself out of this bullshit country because it is run by people who see the signs but lead us another direction because of money.
Cannot see the word it only shows half letters so it looks like 3d effect so is it meant to be about this was it meant to be or a bad reception.
This 60 seconds you can get a lot done is my time up yet what is the purpose oft this exercise is it at trick is there a score I am fed up now because I do not know the purpose
and then there were signs all over the place. no one knew why, but they were there. just as sure as the air they were breathing, they were right in front of them. everyone was astounded. they didn’t know what to do, or how to react. they were just standing there, limp, as if they’d been struck.
My life on couches began after the Magic 8 Ball incident of 1977. I was twelve and expected the stars and the moon and the cutest boy in school to smile upon me. But I kept seeing No!, Don’t count on it! and All signs point to no! Over and over. Doctor B said I have anger control issues and that I’m high strung. Maybe it’s true. I just wish I’d had one more shake of the ball before hurling it into the wall.
If I had been looking up I would have seen them. If I had been looking up. But I didn’t. They were all there. They are still there. But the thought terrifies me. I just need to reach.
signs are interesting, people shoulg think about their signatures as I think it classifies who they are and reflects their thoughts and personalities from the simple and original form to the sopisticated
In Hindsight, I should have seen it coming, but I was blind to the inevitability. If a relationship struggles for that long, You would think I could sense it somehow. Maybe I did and just chose to ignore that itching little instinct.
losing many chess games to the same ,guy, curtis by name, are signs to quit chess but i will not quit. i have too much time, money, games invested to quit, now.
There had been signs everywhere but they were young , free and careless; rebels without a cause or a pause, they had no time to read let alone read signs when they were moving at the speed of a blur into the ink black night. Headlights were for pussies and although they had their fair share of beautiful young pussy they were not that.
Signs. Signs everywhere. Designating paths for us all, paths we don’t want to go down, but we do anyway as we’re creatures of habit. We cannot create a path for our self, just because we want to. It’s not right. It’s not human. So we keep following, like sheep, like ants. Not being our true selves.
she was superstitious. everything meant anything. nothing was never nothing. it could be missing her bus, or walking in to a book store and running in to a stranger with a smile. she didn’t believe in coincidences. everything was a sign. everything was pointing her towards… towards what? she didn’t know. but she knew she wanted to go there, to meet that person, to be that person….
signs are everywhere
telling us to go this way to go that way
ARg!
I walked past the avenue and spotted him across from me.
“You look different, thinner I guess, I don’t like it.”
“Yeah, it’s just something I did for me, I didn’t like my old look.”
Nobody ever spots the suicide signs.
I see signs all around me. They tell me what to do, where to go. Some have words. Others, unspoken signals. I don’t want to follow them. I want to make my own paths, follow my own signs. Make new signs. I want to be an individual. Not a sign-follower. I want to be me.
The signs were clear enough. She said she was forced to do it, but they just wouldn’t believe it… She was guilty of a double mosquito homicide. Sending her to prison just wouldn’t do it… She had to burn to repay her sins… Damn blood… Have to clean my pillow again.
There are many signs in this world. Signs on the street, signs from God, signs from a deaf person trying to communicate with the speaking world. Signs are important to our society. They bring an array of emotions.
it’s like that mel gibson movie.
what happened to that guy, anyway? i remember my mom loved him, way back when. him and kevin costner. the name kevin always makes me think of home alone. i miss that movie. my sister always called it mine because i was the only one who appreciated it.
this isn’t sign related at all. maybe that’s a sign that my family should be more important to me than they currently are. maybe i should take their lives and entwine them with mine.