wow lots of people split, its really sad, now adays no one can stay together, tho i understand the want to be with more than one person, i mean really just one person ur whole life thts just sad, anyway wat about split bananas they just bother me, sundays they only give u a split one, i mean really wat do they do with the rest of it.
I love you.
I really do.
But you’re all for her now.
So please stop torturing me with your beautiful face.
I miss when you loved me too.
But now you’re only for her.
There had been a giant split created in the banana, seemingly eternal, gravitationally compelling, pulling in each tiny atom of whipped cream. Delicate. Amazing.
just go get gone i don’t want to see you any more.
You ruined my life so beat it split go right out that door.
You tore me open and carved a door way to my heart now its time for you to go.
So get gone.
i have spilt my heart for you, You are the only one that will ever know me better than myself. It is not always easy to let another one into your life. I think life is only really letting one person really get to know you. After that if it does not work then you dont ever do it again.
Split? Really? This stupid site always gives me the most ridiculous words. Why can’t I get something easy like dog or cat, or um, well… Okay I have maybe 15 seconds to think of something good to say about split. Split, split, split. Banana split!
I stepped over him and stared down at what I had done. His forehead had been split right open by the butt of my gun. His breathing became heavier, as if he were breathing into a wet pillow. It really is too bad, the things that a man has to do. I cocked the trigger and finished what I had started.
A man of no religion does not pray for those he doesn’t know.
adam called out to her after slowly ascending the stairs back to his apartment. but it was already too late. she had left. after days of mulling it over in his head, there it was. he had said it. he had meant it. he had felt the full weight of his deicison wash over his head and splash onto her through his words, sharp and concise.
eat me alive yeah yeah yeah ok I don’t know what I´m writing but the time is ending and fuck my life I want to drink a pepsi right now but I only have apple juice, that´s not fair at all, right? Yeah am I don´t know what else to write so I say goodbye. Cherry Pie.
my parents split when i was 12 or so. my dad is split from his second wife & working on his wedding to the 3rd. my mother is split between men and women, and currently has a life partner. i’m split by how i feel about that.
cheerleading. my best friend used to do cheerleading. then she called me and my new best friend lesbians, now she is no longer my best friend. that makes me sad. i loved her, but she had to go and ruin everything.. i miss her. but shes a whore now.. that part is not a suprise at all… hmmmmm….. wonder how her and her bpyfriend is…
Why split? don’t you love each other anymore? why tear apart what has never been ripped? split. once split you can never mend it back to perfect condition. what about the kids?
like a leaf. falling from a tree only to be crushed by a little kid’s foot. i can say i’ve never been split, but then again it’s hard not to lie to myself. i can never set myself straight. for maybe i am split. missing something? who knows. but i have’t been crushed, i feel together.
The division on the road was staggering. it was amazing how something could divide the road that way. The split was in a way reminicent of how my parents split up as well. it was definitive. it was total. it was in fact a fork in the road. It made everything different.
hairs.
we like to do that don’t we.
we split hairs.
what does that even mean? who came up with that saying?
I’ve always thought it to mean that you go back and forth over something that in the end has no peaceable outcome. A pointless meandering of sorts.
His name was Pygmalion and we all thought very little of him, and so the result of this was that Pygmalion was despairing most of the time and that in turn made us think even less of him. One day, Pygmalion started taking Prozac, and he didn’t really know how to feel about it.
We didn’t either.
If I could just split in two completely and be the beautiful loving person I was created to be and not let the impostor one of me mess up my life, well I think that would be grand. Except if it weren’t for those times where I messed up, then I would never have been give beauty for my ashes, its those times that have polished me up and gave me a beautiful depth!!!!
Making split pea soup was hardly the way to cope with the loss of the dog, but I really had nothing better to do at that point. I could choose to dwell on how I was going to break the news to my husband when he walked in the door at 5:17pm, or I could just make the soup. Soup for the win.
I didn’t intend to kill the dog, really, but I was just not motivated to continue to insist that she not dive under the tires every time I pulled out of the driveway. Tedious.
My husband has a splitting headache. He went to the dentist today and had some work done. He thinks the dentist got too close to a nerve or stuck the needle in too far. Now he is all achy and sad. It kinda sucks. He’s laying on the floor snoring. Guess it’s about time for bed.
This is a word that is at once sweet and bittersweet. It is sweet because it is tied to the noun phrase “banana split,” which is a very sweet and delicious thing. But more often, people think of people splitting, or leaving, or going to be apart. It is sad to part from a dear friend, and it is sad to part from another of your fellow man. But there are people we just don’t get along with.
She heads outside and walks down the steps and around the house to where the
wood pile is, so she can split some wood to get the fire started this morning .
The gang huddled together on the corner of the small street. Bob looked cagily around him. “We all got the plan right now?” he asked in a low voice.
“Sure,” replied Stan and Jo.
“I’m not sure about this,” said Bret. “No one will get hurt will they?”
“Not if you do what I say.” Bob sniffed and wiped a dirty sleeve across his nose. “Okay lets split.”
The gang dispersed; the men hurrying away like scattered leaves.
split is something that happens when two parts fall apart. it’s what happens when you leave someone you once loved, it’s what happens when you try to hard in resisting clothing. split is overall a heartbreaking word. you don’t want to feel splt, you don’t wnat anything to be split.
She split her pants. Again. “Damn!” She shrieked. “Why does this always happen to me?” As she ran down the hall, tears falling from her eyes as her friends laughed at her, she thought that she needed some new pants. And soon.
That’s one thing I don’t really want to happen. I don’t want a split with the people I love, I don’t want a split of things I have. I don’t like when financial aid splits my loans and my financial aid for things when they don’t need to.
I also don’t like splitting wood. It’s kinda a pain in the ass.
My parents split up when I was five years old. My father was in the military and my mother, a housewife, grew weary of traveling all the time and never seeing my dad.
Mother moved us to Texas after the divorce, and we never saw my father again.
Threaded in two. Thin painful lines stretched across, coming so close to breaking. It will bruise. It always does. And then we will forget, new skin, just like we always do.
i’ve lived too many split lives and i’m done doing that but what do you do when you split and try to start new but each day and night is the same but different? how do you mend the splits together?
split or schizophrenic I’m not sure which one I am but I am certain I am whoever I am meant to be..
i have always wanted to do a split, but i have never really appreciated how hard it is. Cheerleaders bother the living hell out of me, maybe because they do splits maybe because they are annoying.. I really don’t know. Its all just really bad. Even splits are, like barbies. I hate barbies.
SPLIT.
the only thing that pops into my head right now is zac and vanessa splitting up. and banana split. sorry, i don’t know why I’m writing here when I’m still pretty sleepy and tired from running around last night.
oh well.
Split. Like a banana split. Or the kind of split that my sister can do that I so obviously cannot. Some people might be referring to the pea. Split is kind of an odd word, don’t you think? Just the sound of it kind of makes me laugh. But maybe that’s the intention of it. That’s how a lot of words are.
In a split second everything I loved was gone because of what he said. In a way it was a sort of blessing. Is it bad to say that? Maybe it was just stuff I thought I loved. Now I don’t have anything so I don’t have anything to lose.
wow lots of people split, its really sad, now adays no one can stay together, tho i understand the want to be with more than one person, i mean really just one person ur whole life thts just sad, anyway wat about split bananas they just bother me, sundays they only give u a split one, i mean really wat do they do with the rest of it.
My ends are split. I am split open. So raw and cold.
Why are you still here? Where is the right?
My head is split.
I love you.
I really do.
But you’re all for her now.
So please stop torturing me with your beautiful face.
I miss when you loved me too.
But now you’re only for her.
banana splits and relationship splits, schisms and divisions, splat, splatter, one thing into two or more,
There had been a giant split created in the banana, seemingly eternal, gravitationally compelling, pulling in each tiny atom of whipped cream. Delicate. Amazing.
just go get gone i don’t want to see you any more.
You ruined my life so beat it split go right out that door.
You tore me open and carved a door way to my heart now its time for you to go.
So get gone.
i have spilt my heart for you, You are the only one that will ever know me better than myself. It is not always easy to let another one into your life. I think life is only really letting one person really get to know you. After that if it does not work then you dont ever do it again.
Split? Really? This stupid site always gives me the most ridiculous words. Why can’t I get something easy like dog or cat, or um, well… Okay I have maybe 15 seconds to think of something good to say about split. Split, split, split. Banana split!
I stepped over him and stared down at what I had done. His forehead had been split right open by the butt of my gun. His breathing became heavier, as if he were breathing into a wet pillow. It really is too bad, the things that a man has to do. I cocked the trigger and finished what I had started.
A man of no religion does not pray for those he doesn’t know.
adam called out to her after slowly ascending the stairs back to his apartment. but it was already too late. she had left. after days of mulling it over in his head, there it was. he had said it. he had meant it. he had felt the full weight of his deicison wash over his head and splash onto her through his words, sharp and concise.
eat me alive yeah yeah yeah ok I don’t know what I´m writing but the time is ending and fuck my life I want to drink a pepsi right now but I only have apple juice, that´s not fair at all, right? Yeah am I don´t know what else to write so I say goodbye. Cherry Pie.
Split. Hmm, bananas, cheerleading, divorce, breakups, cracks, broken, apart, split ends, wood. Words that came to mind…
my parents split when i was 12 or so. my dad is split from his second wife & working on his wedding to the 3rd. my mother is split between men and women, and currently has a life partner. i’m split by how i feel about that.
cheerleading. my best friend used to do cheerleading. then she called me and my new best friend lesbians, now she is no longer my best friend. that makes me sad. i loved her, but she had to go and ruin everything.. i miss her. but shes a whore now.. that part is not a suprise at all… hmmmmm….. wonder how her and her bpyfriend is…
Why split? don’t you love each other anymore? why tear apart what has never been ripped? split. once split you can never mend it back to perfect condition. what about the kids?
like a leaf. falling from a tree only to be crushed by a little kid’s foot. i can say i’ve never been split, but then again it’s hard not to lie to myself. i can never set myself straight. for maybe i am split. missing something? who knows. but i have’t been crushed, i feel together.
The division on the road was staggering. it was amazing how something could divide the road that way. The split was in a way reminicent of how my parents split up as well. it was definitive. it was total. it was in fact a fork in the road. It made everything different.
hairs.
we like to do that don’t we.
we split hairs.
what does that even mean? who came up with that saying?
I’ve always thought it to mean that you go back and forth over something that in the end has no peaceable outcome. A pointless meandering of sorts.
His name was Pygmalion and we all thought very little of him, and so the result of this was that Pygmalion was despairing most of the time and that in turn made us think even less of him. One day, Pygmalion started taking Prozac, and he didn’t really know how to feel about it.
We didn’t either.
If I could just split in two completely and be the beautiful loving person I was created to be and not let the impostor one of me mess up my life, well I think that would be grand. Except if it weren’t for those times where I messed up, then I would never have been give beauty for my ashes, its those times that have polished me up and gave me a beautiful depth!!!!
Making split pea soup was hardly the way to cope with the loss of the dog, but I really had nothing better to do at that point. I could choose to dwell on how I was going to break the news to my husband when he walked in the door at 5:17pm, or I could just make the soup. Soup for the win.
I didn’t intend to kill the dog, really, but I was just not motivated to continue to insist that she not dive under the tires every time I pulled out of the driveway. Tedious.
My husband has a splitting headache. He went to the dentist today and had some work done. He thinks the dentist got too close to a nerve or stuck the needle in too far. Now he is all achy and sad. It kinda sucks. He’s laying on the floor snoring. Guess it’s about time for bed.
This is a word that is at once sweet and bittersweet. It is sweet because it is tied to the noun phrase “banana split,” which is a very sweet and delicious thing. But more often, people think of people splitting, or leaving, or going to be apart. It is sad to part from a dear friend, and it is sad to part from another of your fellow man. But there are people we just don’t get along with.
Split reminds me of a banana split and summertime. It also reminds me of breakups and divorce. And the hardest yoga pose for me.
She heads outside and walks down the steps and around the house to where the
wood pile is, so she can split some wood to get the fire started this morning .
When we split up, all i could think about was bananas. Melting in ice cream.
You and I were a banana split: sweeter separated with lots of space filled with good things in the middle.
The gang huddled together on the corner of the small street. Bob looked cagily around him. “We all got the plan right now?” he asked in a low voice.
“Sure,” replied Stan and Jo.
“I’m not sure about this,” said Bret. “No one will get hurt will they?”
“Not if you do what I say.” Bob sniffed and wiped a dirty sleeve across his nose. “Okay lets split.”
The gang dispersed; the men hurrying away like scattered leaves.
split is something that happens when two parts fall apart. it’s what happens when you leave someone you once loved, it’s what happens when you try to hard in resisting clothing. split is overall a heartbreaking word. you don’t want to feel splt, you don’t wnat anything to be split.
She split her pants. Again. “Damn!” She shrieked. “Why does this always happen to me?” As she ran down the hall, tears falling from her eyes as her friends laughed at her, she thought that she needed some new pants. And soon.
That’s one thing I don’t really want to happen. I don’t want a split with the people I love, I don’t want a split of things I have. I don’t like when financial aid splits my loans and my financial aid for things when they don’t need to.
I also don’t like splitting wood. It’s kinda a pain in the ass.
My parents split up when I was five years old. My father was in the military and my mother, a housewife, grew weary of traveling all the time and never seeing my dad.
Mother moved us to Texas after the divorce, and we never saw my father again.
Threaded in two. Thin painful lines stretched across, coming so close to breaking. It will bruise. It always does. And then we will forget, new skin, just like we always do.
split bannanah split hair split life
i’ve lived too many split lives and i’m done doing that but what do you do when you split and try to start new but each day and night is the same but different? how do you mend the splits together?
split or schizophrenic I’m not sure which one I am but I am certain I am whoever I am meant to be..
i’m glad we split.
i have always wanted to do a split, but i have never really appreciated how hard it is. Cheerleaders bother the living hell out of me, maybe because they do splits maybe because they are annoying.. I really don’t know. Its all just really bad. Even splits are, like barbies. I hate barbies.
it hurt whenever my knee was split. it hurt whenever our lives were split apart, but it was all for the best. all of it.
i am on the way to being truly happy now.
i don’t think that you will ever feel things the way that i feel them.
and that is okay. for you.
but i enjoy feeling every second of every day. and truly loving someone.
SPLIT.
the only thing that pops into my head right now is zac and vanessa splitting up. and banana split. sorry, i don’t know why I’m writing here when I’m still pretty sleepy and tired from running around last night.
oh well.
Split. Like a banana split. Or the kind of split that my sister can do that I so obviously cannot. Some people might be referring to the pea. Split is kind of an odd word, don’t you think? Just the sound of it kind of makes me laugh. But maybe that’s the intention of it. That’s how a lot of words are.
it hurt whenever my knee was split. it hurt whenever our lives were split apart, but it was all for the best. all of it.
i am on the way to being truly happy now.
i don’t think that you will ever feel things the way that i feel them.
and that is okay. for you.
but i enjoy feeling every second of every day. and truly loving someone.
In a split second everything I loved was gone because of what he said. In a way it was a sort of blessing. Is it bad to say that? Maybe it was just stuff I thought I loved. Now I don’t have anything so I don’t have anything to lose.