what the fuck am i supposed to write in this blue cornered box, like what the fuck? -haha. I have like 60 fucking seconds too..Such bullshit. Dude, peace out, cause i have nothing else to writee. Love you by, sexy.
the that i had put in my bathroom the other was not working. so i call home depo to come fix it come to find out there was something wrong with my water pipe
fuck sinks. I think they’re stupid. Just running water. Go jump in an ocean. Same difference.Wash your hands in the toilet or something who gives a fuck? Lol. Wow I’m slow right now. That’s okay though. Go wash your hands in a toilet mothereffers =]
she was falling fast hard into an ocean of despair and pain. blood everywhere pain surronding her. no one could save. then she wakes up and she can see her saviors face his voice asking if shes okay
her only answer is a smile and an apology she brought him into this and he wasnt letting go
wow sinks suck. they are so effin’ wet. god. bleh. ew. teeth. toothbruth. i dont even knowwww. i think im running out of time, but seriously we have like 3 million sinks in my house oh and a fridge, too. mhmm. i think i have to go now. wait. not yeat. not out of time,
i sunk my breath into the sink, dripping and folding like a paper plate, while my mother loomed behind my shoulder, thin veined hand resting on the windowsill cracked with paint. she was making that face, like a sour lemon with no juice, all dry and loathing. as i vomited into the bin
My stomach untwisted the knot in me, realized something. For so many years, I’ve seen myself as an adult. I’ve talked to my parents, my parents’ friends, my brothers’ friends. I’ve never had that many conversations with my peers. I’ve never looked at myself as one of them, and to associate with them would mean that I have to start a conversation, instead of listen to my older family talk to their friends and so on while I sit in. I’ve realized that my human connection has been with people older than me, usually with more knowledge. I’ve never had to lead a conversation in my life. My stomach sunk.
I’m underwater; I’m shedding my mind. I feel like the only thing I want to do is sink and feel water pull me down, cool and heavy and satin. I want to feel my lungs give out and pray for life because otherwise life has no value to me. The idea of water cooling my face, cooling my thoughts, is so tempting. Why aren’t I sinking all the time? I am. Just not in water, I suppose.
sinks are great for holding water. they also can be a great bath place for a child. I like to soak thing sin my sink, and of course it is great for washing dishes! I love sinks for washing hands and being able to put fresh water in my plants. Sometimes ships sink if something goes wrong. That is always sad, like the titanic.
To sink usually means a bad thing. This brings to mind the thought of suicide and how people usually view it as a negative thing. They will go so far out of their way to keep someone from ending themselves yet would never want someone else to have control over the last thing they have left. Sinking feelings.
The heavy weight of the Haitian tragedy is only now beginning to sink it as scores of new pictures documenting the destruction pop up on the Net daily. Horror.
My sink is very dirty…I need to clean it. The makeup is semi stuck on the sides and a big lump of toothpaste reminds me of how I failed putting toothpaste properly on my toothbrush. I would clean it but I’m just too lazy…
under
flow into water
float maybe please
you dont know what im doing in the ocean
with the sharks
with the rays
the fish are eating me
i am a drowner
i do not float
i am sinking sinking sinking
water rise
a flood
She was sinking. She was sinking and she didn’t care. What was there to care about after all that had happened… The plague, the Order, and… the Others. The thought of the Others, what she still had to do, was finally enough to break her, to break her loose from the diamond shell she’d built around herself.
with dishes and lovely hot water–i love to wash dishes because for some reason it is so soothing-=-i love the accomplishment of it–the idea that we were fed and then we ate and then we clean up and a clean sink and kitchen are lovely–i also love to see the colors of tye die coming out of textiles in the sink and swirling together and making new colors–the sink to me is a joy sometimes–washing my hair in the sink is also fun :)
Shitting in a sink. Never done it, might someday. Who knows. You put dishes in there and let them sit for a few weeks until you need dishes, then you inadequately rinse them out with soap and water, one dish at a time as you need it, and that’s it.
or swim? Have you got everything including it? Do you need stuff to stay bouyant in life or as the Thai phraes goes – happiness is knowing what you need, not what you have
I guess I’m prevaricating when I should be applying for a job. sitting here, happy for my career to go down the drain that, very loosely, is connected to the sink by a short section of piping. see what I mean?
I’m not sure if it is just me but the words or should I say word “oneword” only shows as a half. not the whole thing is shown. I dont know what else to write so I guess I will just tell you that I am having a good day today. how about you? That is all for me, have a good life.
I felt myself falling, sinking down into depression. Nothing could tame the lions inside of me. I tried to pull myself up but I couldn’t I just kept sinking…sinking.
we have a sink in our kitchen, i dont really like it though its just to plain and boring. Honsetly why do all kitchen sinks have to look the same? just double sided and silver. Why cant we add a little flair to our kitchen?
Im sinking here, in my ocean of sorry. waves of our music crash in around me. I fall, I fall, just keep falling. falling & not hitting the bottom, drowning and yet not dying. Just stuck in pain. always the pain. always starts with you…
what the fuck am i supposed to write in this blue cornered box, like what the fuck? -haha. I have like 60 fucking seconds too..Such bullshit. Dude, peace out, cause i have nothing else to writee. Love you by, sexy.
Sinking falling never coming up for air. she was drowning. she was helpless. ‘i just hope…everyone else is safe form this…’
the that i had put in my bathroom the other was not working. so i call home depo to come fix it come to find out there was something wrong with my water pipe
fuck sinks. I think they’re stupid. Just running water. Go jump in an ocean. Same difference.Wash your hands in the toilet or something who gives a fuck? Lol. Wow I’m slow right now. That’s okay though. Go wash your hands in a toilet mothereffers =]
she was falling fast hard into an ocean of despair and pain. blood everywhere pain surronding her. no one could save. then she wakes up and she can see her saviors face his voice asking if shes okay
her only answer is a smile and an apology she brought him into this and he wasnt letting go
Dirty dishes deep in the sink. It’s sunday; a day of rest…do ’em tomorrow: that’d be best.
wow sinks suck. they are so effin’ wet. god. bleh. ew. teeth. toothbruth. i dont even knowwww. i think im running out of time, but seriously we have like 3 million sinks in my house oh and a fridge, too. mhmm. i think i have to go now. wait. not yeat. not out of time,
i sunk my breath into the sink, dripping and folding like a paper plate, while my mother loomed behind my shoulder, thin veined hand resting on the windowsill cracked with paint. she was making that face, like a sour lemon with no juice, all dry and loathing. as i vomited into the bin
My stomach untwisted the knot in me, realized something. For so many years, I’ve seen myself as an adult. I’ve talked to my parents, my parents’ friends, my brothers’ friends. I’ve never had that many conversations with my peers. I’ve never looked at myself as one of them, and to associate with them would mean that I have to start a conversation, instead of listen to my older family talk to their friends and so on while I sit in. I’ve realized that my human connection has been with people older than me, usually with more knowledge. I’ve never had to lead a conversation in my life. My stomach sunk.
I’m underwater; I’m shedding my mind. I feel like the only thing I want to do is sink and feel water pull me down, cool and heavy and satin. I want to feel my lungs give out and pray for life because otherwise life has no value to me. The idea of water cooling my face, cooling my thoughts, is so tempting. Why aren’t I sinking all the time? I am. Just not in water, I suppose.
I dont want to sink.
I have a kitchen sink it is clear and big.
Sink into me
it means a feeling or something in the bathroom its that sinking feeling – oh well there you go
water :)
hole
tap water
i fail at life.
tires?
miranda
caitlin?
whats the point of this?
that one time i fell in the to
a place to wash dishes and do other cool stuff
also when you’re in water and you start do go down, like and get dead. so yeah, it’s a cool word. ok
Sinking down into the sand, the water disappeared, making the sand squishy wet between my toes. Looking up I scan the horizon
sinks are great for holding water. they also can be a great bath place for a child. I like to soak thing sin my sink, and of course it is great for washing dishes! I love sinks for washing hands and being able to put fresh water in my plants. Sometimes ships sink if something goes wrong. That is always sad, like the titanic.
To sink usually means a bad thing. This brings to mind the thought of suicide and how people usually view it as a negative thing. They will go so far out of their way to keep someone from ending themselves yet would never want someone else to have control over the last thing they have left. Sinking feelings.
The heavy weight of the Haitian tragedy is only now beginning to sink it as scores of new pictures documenting the destruction pop up on the Net daily. Horror.
below the surface
of the soul
the rock steps down
and falls to the floor
a child picks it up
only to throw it
across the street
at the house made of glass
as the dreams come crashing
the house begins to cry
and becomes fragmented
as nothing ever mattered
My sink is blue and that’s why i like it.
My sink is very dirty…I need to clean it. The makeup is semi stuck on the sides and a big lump of toothpaste reminds me of how I failed putting toothpaste properly on my toothbrush. I would clean it but I’m just too lazy…
to lower and lower depths my mind sinks and swims through as the night digresses. Around and compound the dirty thoughts
under
flow into water
float maybe please
you dont know what im doing in the ocean
with the sharks
with the rays
the fish are eating me
i am a drowner
i do not float
i am sinking sinking sinking
water rise
a flood
what happens when you can’t swim?
pretty obvious
you drown
d
o
w
n
b
e
l
o
w
and what happens when you try to love?
you drown
e
v
e
n
f
u
r
t
h
e
r
d
o
w
n
into the abiss
ravage
She was sinking. She was sinking and she didn’t care. What was there to care about after all that had happened… The plague, the Order, and… the Others. The thought of the Others, what she still had to do, was finally enough to break her, to break her loose from the diamond shell she’d built around herself.
with dishes and lovely hot water–i love to wash dishes because for some reason it is so soothing-=-i love the accomplishment of it–the idea that we were fed and then we ate and then we clean up and a clean sink and kitchen are lovely–i also love to see the colors of tye die coming out of textiles in the sink and swirling together and making new colors–the sink to me is a joy sometimes–washing my hair in the sink is also fun :)
The water was falling farther and farther away.
A hand reached out for the surface.
Falling falling.
They would sink to the bottom.
Never to be found.
I had a sinking feeling when I saw what my best friend had written. roux
Shitting in a sink. Never done it, might someday. Who knows. You put dishes in there and let them sit for a few weeks until you need dishes, then you inadequately rinse them out with soap and water, one dish at a time as you need it, and that’s it.
or swim? Have you got everything including it? Do you need stuff to stay bouyant in life or as the Thai phraes goes – happiness is knowing what you need, not what you have
falling,
water consuming rapidly
too heavy to stay afloat
I guess I’m prevaricating when I should be applying for a job. sitting here, happy for my career to go down the drain that, very loosely, is connected to the sink by a short section of piping. see what I mean?
I’m not sure if it is just me but the words or should I say word “oneword” only shows as a half. not the whole thing is shown. I dont know what else to write so I guess I will just tell you that I am having a good day today. how about you? That is all for me, have a good life.
that sinking feeling sneaks up on you sometimes. you can never be sure if you deserve it, either.
sink
I felt myself falling, sinking down into depression. Nothing could tame the lions inside of me. I tried to pull myself up but I couldn’t I just kept sinking…sinking.
we have a sink in our kitchen, i dont really like it though its just to plain and boring. Honsetly why do all kitchen sinks have to look the same? just double sided and silver. Why cant we add a little flair to our kitchen?
Im sinking here, in my ocean of sorry. waves of our music crash in around me. I fall, I fall, just keep falling. falling & not hitting the bottom, drowning and yet not dying. Just stuck in pain. always the pain. always starts with you…