i havve a sink in my house. it’s white. and water comes out from it. and i wash my hands there. ahhh i hate the burnig hot water though.. sometimes it burns me ahaha. but i dont like it freezing cold either (:
And when you sink
you sink down
pass the abyss of might-have-beens
never to be seen again
but that’s just life, I guess
always there to remind you
that it is the cement
that
drags
you
down
Sinks are like the holding pot of everything. If you plug it it keeps everything bad and icky inside of it, every little bit of dirt and grossness and all of your used toothpaste. It’s not something nice. You need to unplug it. I need to unplug it. I need to start new. I need clean water. Please.
i dont want to write about stupid fucking sinks, they mean nothing to me. i wish i would’ve got something interesting to write about, but nope….fuckin ol’ sinks. god damn fucking sinks should burn in hell, they have their uses of course, but i dnt really care much to write about them. maybe next time i’ll get more lucky hopefully.
I doubled over in disgust, blood pouring out of my face. What did I just do? What could have possessed me to do this? I threw the knife into the sink and looked to my right where he lay down with open wounds on his chest. I shook my head and touched my nose.Still bleeding. He sure put up a good fight.
The sink is where you wash your hands after playing in the mud. It’s where you can play with your rubber ducky or make castles out of soap suds. It’s also how many people on the Titanic died, and what happens to heavy objects when you drop them in bodies of liquid.
i was in the water. i was sinking. the water consumed me. I had no way to oxygen. most people see their life flash before their eyes. i just saw darkness. i could still feel, and what i felt was cold. i was moving through the water that felt like oil, i had no escape.
Bregan began to sink. He looked down in alarm. His feet were already sinking into the quicksand with a sucking noise and a deadly strength. He’d heard that struggling was the worst idea when in quicksand, but with enemy archers bearing down on him, he didn’t have many options.
Sinking ships sink into oblivion. Nowhere is now. We are all sinking. The bathroom sink is not sinking now. But in another now maybe it is. Why isn’t a sink allowed to sink every now and then. It doesn’t have to be this particular now, but on the occasional now it should be allowed to sink.
Cleaning and pouring stuff down it all morning from old half-used jars of pickle to 5 year old bottles of spices I discovered in the murky depths of kitchen cabinets as I emptied them. Wish I could fit ALL my garbage down that little hole the trash can outside is overflowing and they don;t come to get it until Tuesday
what the hell is a sink. i don’t know what it means. it may be a kitchen sink. our kitchen sink in our dorm is reaaly dirty. my room mates are fucking messy people. they never wash the dishes. they eat but they don’t wash. and the kitchen stinks. it is bad. it is hard.
what the hell is a sink. i don’t know what it means. it may be a kitchen sink. our kitchen sink in our dorm is reaaly dirty. my room mates are fucking messy people. they never wash the dishes. they eat but they don’t wash. and the kitchen stinks. it is bad. it is hard.
So many people have written about stupid things, depressing things, literal or abstract things and all I can think of is how it’s just a metal box. But anything can be a little more than usual if you let it go.
to the bottom of the ocean…like in the Mothman movie…where all the presents sink in the sea along with the cars. White sink, dirty dishes, dirty flatmates, ewww. The sink is a nasty place!
when she finally hits the bottom it’s dark and green, almost the color of an evergreen, and thick like muck, too. cold, dark, absolute. air drifts out of her mouth in bubbles. the water and the infinity lap at her senses. her lungs feel raw inside her chest, beating alongside her heart.
Na ja, wenn man erst einmal nachsehen muss, was “sink” bedeutet ist schon mal eine ganze Menge Zeit verloren gegangen. Sinken. Graben. Fallen. Das erinnert mich zu sehr an ein Begr
sinking ships, those who have lost and loved. the ocean swallows them whole, hungry and greedy. Dissapearing beneath the surface, they are to be remembered and forgotten. Sinking ships.
don’t let me sink.
i don’t think i could handle the weight on top of my lungs.
pulled me out of the heavy dirt my my ankles. but then your hands climbed a ladder up to my heart. that’s what you did for me.
you saved me from sinking and then let me fall and crash and plummet and slowly drown in something else entirely.
i liked the idea of this website so i tried it out. first word i got was ‘sink’… i realized that a bunch of others wrote down even cooler things about a sink than i did so i decided to try out another word but unfortunately got the word ‘sink’ again. so basically i don’t know what to say.
She cleaned a spoon in the kitchen sink. It was silver and old. She used it to eat oatmeal with, and only oatmeal. It was her grandmothers. When she was done, she stuck it in the drainer. She turned down the knobs, and the water stopped running. She was complete with the sink.
into the ocean
i go
deep waters
salty floor
oh my god
i dont wanna die
drowning a fear i have
save me save me
i am begging
save me save me
no one can hear
DEATH>>>
the end!!!
sinking is always fun. especially when it’s in the titanic. that’s a pretty awesome movie. in it they talk about a lake that hasnt been formed yet. stupid leo dicaprio. he’s fugly. way overrated. ugh
the steam rose up into michael’s face, fogging his glasses ruthlessly. he didn’t seem to notice, and the force behind his scrubbing only intensified. steph put her hand on his shoulder and he jerked away. “it’s fine,” he said. “i have a lot of dishes to do.” he turned up the hot water.
this is the word about sink i feel like i am sinking into a bloack hole thats deep deep, but i also like the image of a sink that is overflowing with blood, mabye i have been thinking way too much about the shinning, but that image of the tsunami of blood has always stuck with me. and in general i love that idea h
The sink was plugged again. Hair. Toothpaste. Indescribable gunk. The water burbled and slowly drained from the bowl, too slowly for my impatient self. If everything went like this today, it was not going to be a good one.
the bar in boulder. dirty. pans pots carly’s mohawk was formed in. starts with an s my name starts with an s. ian broke face on. water runs. running tap water. tahoe tap. drink tahoe tap. keep tahoe blue. fix
i havve a sink in my house. it’s white. and water comes out from it. and i wash my hands there. ahhh i hate the burnig hot water though.. sometimes it burns me ahaha. but i dont like it freezing cold either (:
And when you sink
you sink down
pass the abyss of might-have-beens
never to be seen again
but that’s just life, I guess
always there to remind you
that it is the cement
that
drags
you
down
MY SINK IS BLACK. IT’S CLOGGED CONSTANTLY AND MY DAD FLUSHES IT WITH THE SINK UNCLOGGER.I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS CALLED, BUT IT DOES THE JOB.
Never mind the depth, she said.
They
Clean the sink. Scrub it. There’s scum all around it. But, don’t hurt your hands, be careful with that sponge.
Sinking.. sink. . .
she walked acroos the kitchen, limping on one side blood drippong from her hand. she reached the sink ,her han slld across the tap.
Sinks are like the holding pot of everything. If you plug it it keeps everything bad and icky inside of it, every little bit of dirt and grossness and all of your used toothpaste. It’s not something nice. You need to unplug it. I need to unplug it. I need to start new. I need clean water. Please.
i dont want to write about stupid fucking sinks, they mean nothing to me. i wish i would’ve got something interesting to write about, but nope….fuckin ol’ sinks. god damn fucking sinks should burn in hell, they have their uses of course, but i dnt really care much to write about them. maybe next time i’ll get more lucky hopefully.
I doubled over in disgust, blood pouring out of my face. What did I just do? What could have possessed me to do this? I threw the knife into the sink and looked to my right where he lay down with open wounds on his chest. I shook my head and touched my nose.Still bleeding. He sure put up a good fight.
The sink is where you wash your hands after playing in the mud. It’s where you can play with your rubber ducky or make castles out of soap suds. It’s also how many people on the Titanic died, and what happens to heavy objects when you drop them in bodies of liquid.
i’m sinking sinking down down down low lowlow ho ho ho
mama mia!
i was in the water. i was sinking. the water consumed me. I had no way to oxygen. most people see their life flash before their eyes. i just saw darkness. i could still feel, and what i felt was cold. i was moving through the water that felt like oil, i had no escape.
Bregan began to sink. He looked down in alarm. His feet were already sinking into the quicksand with a sucking noise and a deadly strength. He’d heard that struggling was the worst idea when in quicksand, but with enemy archers bearing down on him, he didn’t have many options.
sinking into a well of pure emotion hopele
The house smells like tomato sauce. Empty cans, used knives, onion skin, childhood.
Sinking ships sink into oblivion. Nowhere is now. We are all sinking. The bathroom sink is not sinking now. But in another now maybe it is. Why isn’t a sink allowed to sink every now and then. It doesn’t have to be this particular now, but on the occasional now it should be allowed to sink.
Cleaning and pouring stuff down it all morning from old half-used jars of pickle to 5 year old bottles of spices I discovered in the murky depths of kitchen cabinets as I emptied them. Wish I could fit ALL my garbage down that little hole the trash can outside is overflowing and they don;t come to get it until Tuesday
sink, maybe is the bottom, when you know you can’t go farther down, i’m thinking right now about the kitchen, which i have to clean daily
i think that black marble sinks are possible the most disgusting things ever. you can see EVERYTHING.
what the hell is a sink. i don’t know what it means. it may be a kitchen sink. our kitchen sink in our dorm is reaaly dirty. my room mates are fucking messy people. they never wash the dishes. they eat but they don’t wash. and the kitchen stinks. it is bad. it is hard.
what the hell is a sink. i don’t know what it means. it may be a kitchen sink. our kitchen sink in our dorm is reaaly dirty. my room mates are fucking messy people. they never wash the dishes. they eat but they don’t wash. and the kitchen stinks. it is bad. it is hard.
So many people have written about stupid things, depressing things, literal or abstract things and all I can think of is how it’s just a metal box. But anything can be a little more than usual if you let it go.
to the bottom of the ocean…like in the Mothman movie…where all the presents sink in the sea along with the cars. White sink, dirty dishes, dirty flatmates, ewww. The sink is a nasty place!
when she finally hits the bottom it’s dark and green, almost the color of an evergreen, and thick like muck, too. cold, dark, absolute. air drifts out of her mouth in bubbles. the water and the infinity lap at her senses. her lungs feel raw inside her chest, beating alongside her heart.
Na ja, wenn man erst einmal nachsehen muss, was “sink” bedeutet ist schon mal eine ganze Menge Zeit verloren gegangen. Sinken. Graben. Fallen. Das erinnert mich zu sehr an ein Begr
sinking ships, those who have lost and loved. the ocean swallows them whole, hungry and greedy. Dissapearing beneath the surface, they are to be remembered and forgotten. Sinking ships.
don’t let me sink.
i don’t think i could handle the weight on top of my lungs.
pulled me out of the heavy dirt my my ankles. but then your hands climbed a ladder up to my heart. that’s what you did for me.
you saved me from sinking and then let me fall and crash and plummet and slowly drown in something else entirely.
i liked the idea of this website so i tried it out. first word i got was ‘sink’… i realized that a bunch of others wrote down even cooler things about a sink than i did so i decided to try out another word but unfortunately got the word ‘sink’ again. so basically i don’t know what to say.
She cleaned a spoon in the kitchen sink. It was silver and old. She used it to eat oatmeal with, and only oatmeal. It was her grandmothers. When she was done, she stuck it in the drainer. She turned down the knobs, and the water stopped running. She was complete with the sink.
a bathroom. a kitchen. white. water. soap. bubbles. hands being washed with soap. My mom telling me to clean it up.
into the ocean
i go
deep waters
salty floor
oh my god
i dont wanna die
drowning a fear i have
save me save me
i am begging
save me save me
no one can hear
DEATH>>>
the end!!!
sinking is always fun. especially when it’s in the titanic. that’s a pretty awesome movie. in it they talk about a lake that hasnt been formed yet. stupid leo dicaprio. he’s fugly. way overrated. ugh
the steam rose up into michael’s face, fogging his glasses ruthlessly. he didn’t seem to notice, and the force behind his scrubbing only intensified. steph put her hand on his shoulder and he jerked away. “it’s fine,” he said. “i have a lot of dishes to do.” he turned up the hot water.
this is the word about sink i feel like i am sinking into a bloack hole thats deep deep, but i also like the image of a sink that is overflowing with blood, mabye i have been thinking way too much about the shinning, but that image of the tsunami of blood has always stuck with me. and in general i love that idea h
The sink was plugged again. Hair. Toothpaste. Indescribable gunk. The water burbled and slowly drained from the bowl, too slowly for my impatient self. If everything went like this today, it was not going to be a good one.
the bar in boulder. dirty. pans pots carly’s mohawk was formed in. starts with an s my name starts with an s. ian broke face on. water runs. running tap water. tahoe tap. drink tahoe tap. keep tahoe blue. fix
the sink overflowed with water. even though the water was hot her hands felt so warm. She couldn’t believe what happened.
as i sink into an abyss of thoughts i am content in my mind, slowly sinking away from reality…
i love sinks they are so cool i have one in my bathroom they are so grand i love them
who care about some stupid sink