I hate it when people say emotionally stable or unstable. The reality is, we’re all unstable because if a gust of awfulness comes our way, we’re all going to fall apart. The real term should be based on if you’re capable of building yourself up from the wreckage.
i already wrote about this yu smell like tune on a hot summers day while i take something outta the oven that looks like yur mom kinds… moo
hi
do
yu
llike
me
i
like
you
I’ve never been stable. I desire stability, like a table. But I guess that not even tables are stable after awhile. I don’t know if stability or chaos is better, but I suppose that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Life… it never really makes sense in the end, does it? Or maybe I’m just not close enough to know.
im not feeling very stable these days. im like a bomb with a short fuse. no. thats not accurate. but maybe it is. the smallest things can set me off. and i dont go on an anger rampage. once i am set off, everything comes crashing down on me at once and i feel trapped under the weight of all i have to worry about in my life. this is not a healthy way to live.
i am stable in the duck land i landed in on the ship of noahs ark where the unicorns missed it and cried out poop for the ugly ducklings to eat and then he was lik omg becky look at that its a flying unicorn and becky was all nooo its a pegasus yu retard!!!!! i hate poop and when i smell it i want to cry and then my mom slamed the door and yelled harry harry and mooned me ohhh this is how it starts fire beats the sun blah blah blah yada yada ydadahsedjgdfghkjd mooo unicorns ciara is a tuna taco tuesday in the hot sun hahahhaha bitch.
i dont want this word anymore i got it last time why are you giving me this word again, dont you ever post new words? huh? or is it the same boring things all the time. GET MORE INTERESTING. IN WITH THE NEW OUT WITH THE OLD RETARD.
Are any of us really stable?
I mean, doesn’t everybody have
that tipping point
no matter how easy to reach
or if it’s very far off
we all have
(we are all human)
our limits.
Chemistry comes to mind.
Ionic bonding and such.
It didn’t feel like the floor was there. It was as if all the tiles had begin to slowly fall away. Was she in an elevator? Was she at the mall, standing on the escalator?
Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe the heartbreak.
The stables were in the creek. Horses stood in them. Chestnut and white and black and a sort of yellowy colour, with hooves and smelling of hay. Their coats were thick. Steam rose in the cold air from their wide noses. The chuffed and stamped. I dodged their backsides, not wanting to get crushed between these massive creatures.
He shouted and closed the lid over out heads. There was a large banging above us and the shouts of a foreign tongue, then feet pounding hurriedly away.
“We need to get out. Now.” Brent whispered.
Maddy pushed on the lid with both hands, but only succeeded in sliding farther into the oat pellets. “It. Won’t. Budge,” she panted pushing with all her might.
Brent tried too. Zach looked in confusion at them all, crouched in the dark oat bin. Maddy and Brent looked at each other hopelessly. Laney’s head was buried in her arms. They all tried not to look at him, but he knew. It was his fault.
I used to ride horses (which live in a stable). I really like horses but riding is an expensive hobby so I don’t take lessons anymore. I usually miss going to lessons after school but right now it’s winter and I don’t think riding in this weather would be fun at all.
Everything i’m not. When everything Is stable around me i’m actually quite nervous. My nerves are wrecked. My emotions are rocking. Just totally unstable.
I don’t think I’m stable enough to do this. I might not be able to help this girls with their gymnastics. I’m too anxious, i’m a perfectionist, I just need the money, I just needed to distract myself.
All I know is ponies go in it.
I like ponies. Especially my little pony. My favorites are Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. They are amazing. Pinkie Pie is silly and reminds me of myself. Nothing is better than my little pony. They make me smile. Stables are sexy. Meh.
I stable person is someone who has a sense of calm in his or her life. Having a stable mind is important for success. A stable faith will get you anywhere safely. A stable feeling is good for the heart.
That’s where they found her. That famous poet. I can’t remember her name. She was Canadian I think. In one of her famous poems she used a horse as the central analogy. Remember that one that Mr Williamson made us recite in junior high. I know you know it. And it was actually all about her daughter. When he told us that, it turned from this really wise, sweet poem to something sinister. I still liked it.
Anyway, yeah I read about her death on the net last night. She asphyxiated in a horse stable not far away from her house. She was only 43. Troubled was the word they used in the article. Ironic isn’t it? Do you want to come over to my house?
The girl screamed in fustration as she looked at the screen. STABLE!??! STABLE AGAIN!!?!? I bet im gonna get it next time to, arent I oneword.com?? Yes I am…no give me a different word!! Am I going to have to sign up? Enter this writting piece? What will it take?!?! Your frustrating me oneword.com. >.<
stable. i think its my life is pretty unstable. but thats how we all feel, right? i dunno. i just keep on feeling stable, so anyone ist seeing me like the way i am. in the end, im gonna cry near afternoon, but thats okay. better days comin right?
Stables are where horses tend to spend most of their time. I tend to think of the old West, out with the cowboys in places like Colorado, Montana, and other such states. I think of cowboy boots, saddles, and other such things that are associated with a horse and its stable. I also think of stability, in the mental sense.
it has never been stable, and it never will be. talking to each other one minute, laying on the ground and giggling. the next is us becoming angry and hostile. and then when we get back home, we ignore each other and look the other way when we see each other. we’re falling apart, but i miss you.
a stable life, stability is what many want. it is nice to lead such life, income steadily flowing in. but it doesn’t guarantee happiness, i know, and many know or don’t believe.
I lost myself trying to stay balanced, to lead a stable lifestyle… I lost myself, I lost myself, I lost myself… why is it that the world moves so fast? so fast? i lost myself, i lost myself, i lost myself..
Estable como un roble. Viejo, enraizado en el suelo, en la sucia y humeda tierra bajos mis pies. Tengo miedo, estoy sofocado y espero atento tras la puerta, al escuchar pasos corro y me escondo. Tu rostro suave, algo arrugado, tu pelo negro, tu
Just you
people have a big problem with instability in relationships. Those on again off again ones, that everyone either wishes they would break up or be together? They’re all over my school.
I don’t think anybody is really stable. You look at people in the street, they all look stable, unless you come across somebody keeled over, screaming at themselves and throwing things. but generally, people look stable. i beg to differ.i think no body is stable, truly. everybody has something in their life that they are unhappy with. thousands of people in England alone are taking anti-depressants every day. but, I’m sure, if you see them in the street you would not know any different. so, as a summary, I disagree with the word “stable” being used to describe a persons mental state.
its a stable sit. as I live here in this sit and the stable with that hourse haha what? the doors and no caps are flaps of gas. like grass and back to spaces of
a brown horse lay asleep in a stable. my mind is bloody blank. this is rubbish.O.o gahh. new word? haha im just writing for the sake of writing. i wish i had imagination. i think i just worry too much of if it is any good, you know? i shouldnt do that. i should just write
gahh. i will learn.
As I ride my white steed through the meadows and fields, I wonder if I shall ever return to the stable. Will I hitch myself to a post, hold myself back, or run free, freer then a bird with wings. Or will I be the bird forced not to sing, the horse not to trot, or the man left to die alone without hope. Ride on.
Nobody likes a stable person when they’re young. Instability is the most fascinating characteristic one can have. The true mark of maturity is when one sits down and thinks, “Self, it’s time to be stable.” I haven’t hit that quite yet.
where the well-adjusted horses stay
The small savior, was found in a stable, amongst the dirt, and filth. Born to save the world of sin.
I hate it when people say emotionally stable or unstable. The reality is, we’re all unstable because if a gust of awfulness comes our way, we’re all going to fall apart. The real term should be based on if you’re capable of building yourself up from the wreckage.
i already wrote about this yu smell like tune on a hot summers day while i take something outta the oven that looks like yur mom kinds… moo
hi
do
yu
llike
me
i
like
you
I’ve never been stable. I desire stability, like a table. But I guess that not even tables are stable after awhile. I don’t know if stability or chaos is better, but I suppose that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Life… it never really makes sense in the end, does it? Or maybe I’m just not close enough to know.
im not feeling very stable these days. im like a bomb with a short fuse. no. thats not accurate. but maybe it is. the smallest things can set me off. and i dont go on an anger rampage. once i am set off, everything comes crashing down on me at once and i feel trapped under the weight of all i have to worry about in my life. this is not a healthy way to live.
i am stable in the duck land i landed in on the ship of noahs ark where the unicorns missed it and cried out poop for the ugly ducklings to eat and then he was lik omg becky look at that its a flying unicorn and becky was all nooo its a pegasus yu retard!!!!! i hate poop and when i smell it i want to cry and then my mom slamed the door and yelled harry harry and mooned me ohhh this is how it starts fire beats the sun blah blah blah yada yada ydadahsedjgdfghkjd mooo unicorns ciara is a tuna taco tuesday in the hot sun hahahhaha bitch.
i dont want this word anymore i got it last time why are you giving me this word again, dont you ever post new words? huh? or is it the same boring things all the time. GET MORE INTERESTING. IN WITH THE NEW OUT WITH THE OLD RETARD.
Are any of us really stable?
I mean, doesn’t everybody have
that tipping point
no matter how easy to reach
or if it’s very far off
we all have
(we are all human)
our limits.
Chemistry comes to mind.
Ionic bonding and such.
It didn’t feel like the floor was there. It was as if all the tiles had begin to slowly fall away. Was she in an elevator? Was she at the mall, standing on the escalator?
Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe the heartbreak.
The stables were in the creek. Horses stood in them. Chestnut and white and black and a sort of yellowy colour, with hooves and smelling of hay. Their coats were thick. Steam rose in the cold air from their wide noses. The chuffed and stamped. I dodged their backsides, not wanting to get crushed between these massive creatures.
The rock in the rainstorm
The wind in the kite
Food in the belly
And the man there all night
A place for feet
A place for hands
And place for feelings
And a place for land
The place to stand
The thing to try
What keeps things from breaking
And stops when you cry
He shouted and closed the lid over out heads. There was a large banging above us and the shouts of a foreign tongue, then feet pounding hurriedly away.
“We need to get out. Now.” Brent whispered.
Maddy pushed on the lid with both hands, but only succeeded in sliding farther into the oat pellets. “It. Won’t. Budge,” she panted pushing with all her might.
Brent tried too. Zach looked in confusion at them all, crouched in the dark oat bin. Maddy and Brent looked at each other hopelessly. Laney’s head was buried in her arms. They all tried not to look at him, but he knew. It was his fault.
I used to ride horses (which live in a stable). I really like horses but riding is an expensive hobby so I don’t take lessons anymore. I usually miss going to lessons after school but right now it’s winter and I don’t think riding in this weather would be fun at all.
Walking on thin ice,
trying to avoid cracks.
Everything so delicate,
so fragile.
One wrong move,
and the footing beneath me,
falls to pieces.
My world that once was stable,
Quickly crumbles,
And I sink down
into the fridge waters.
Everything i’m not. When everything Is stable around me i’m actually quite nervous. My nerves are wrecked. My emotions are rocking. Just totally unstable.
I don’t think I’m stable enough to do this. I might not be able to help this girls with their gymnastics. I’m too anxious, i’m a perfectionist, I just need the money, I just needed to distract myself.
Incapable of speech, a freeze of the brain- she was not stable enough to comprehend the simplest of questions after the car wreck.
She wasn’t stable in any way, but he had to do his best to calm her down. Otherwise the result would be disastrous.
All I know is ponies go in it.
I like ponies. Especially my little pony. My favorites are Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. They are amazing. Pinkie Pie is silly and reminds me of myself. Nothing is better than my little pony. They make me smile. Stables are sexy. Meh.
I stable person is someone who has a sense of calm in his or her life. Having a stable mind is important for success. A stable faith will get you anywhere safely. A stable feeling is good for the heart.
That’s where they found her. That famous poet. I can’t remember her name. She was Canadian I think. In one of her famous poems she used a horse as the central analogy. Remember that one that Mr Williamson made us recite in junior high. I know you know it. And it was actually all about her daughter. When he told us that, it turned from this really wise, sweet poem to something sinister. I still liked it.
Anyway, yeah I read about her death on the net last night. She asphyxiated in a horse stable not far away from her house. She was only 43. Troubled was the word they used in the article. Ironic isn’t it? Do you want to come over to my house?
It’s not that I have a disdain for those who find themselves capable of being stable, it is just that I myself find solace in my own web of lies.
the stable deisquilibre is a statue from the 60es exposed outdoor at the “technopôle” of Rennes, Brittany, France.
The girl screamed in fustration as she looked at the screen. STABLE!??! STABLE AGAIN!!?!? I bet im gonna get it next time to, arent I oneword.com?? Yes I am…no give me a different word!! Am I going to have to sign up? Enter this writting piece? What will it take?!?! Your frustrating me oneword.com. >.<
Nothing is stable, everything change. Stop in the end, can’t happen. So, you have to run. Can’t be? Yes.
Stability is the dream of all slackers and the torment of the formidable.
stable. i think its my life is pretty unstable. but thats how we all feel, right? i dunno. i just keep on feeling stable, so anyone ist seeing me like the way i am. in the end, im gonna cry near afternoon, but thats okay. better days comin right?
Stables are where horses tend to spend most of their time. I tend to think of the old West, out with the cowboys in places like Colorado, Montana, and other such states. I think of cowboy boots, saddles, and other such things that are associated with a horse and its stable. I also think of stability, in the mental sense.
it has never been stable, and it never will be. talking to each other one minute, laying on the ground and giggling. the next is us becoming angry and hostile. and then when we get back home, we ignore each other and look the other way when we see each other. we’re falling apart, but i miss you.
a stable life, stability is what many want. it is nice to lead such life, income steadily flowing in. but it doesn’t guarantee happiness, i know, and many know or don’t believe.
I lost myself trying to stay balanced, to lead a stable lifestyle… I lost myself, I lost myself, I lost myself… why is it that the world moves so fast? so fast? i lost myself, i lost myself, i lost myself..
A red barn sits on the side of a not quite so steep hill. it is peaceful. that is all.
Estable como un roble. Viejo, enraizado en el suelo, en la sucia y humeda tierra bajos mis pies. Tengo miedo, estoy sofocado y espero atento tras la puerta, al escuchar pasos corro y me escondo. Tu rostro suave, algo arrugado, tu pelo negro, tu
Just you
people have a big problem with instability in relationships. Those on again off again ones, that everyone either wishes they would break up or be together? They’re all over my school.
I don’t think anybody is really stable. You look at people in the street, they all look stable, unless you come across somebody keeled over, screaming at themselves and throwing things. but generally, people look stable. i beg to differ.i think no body is stable, truly. everybody has something in their life that they are unhappy with. thousands of people in England alone are taking anti-depressants every day. but, I’m sure, if you see them in the street you would not know any different. so, as a summary, I disagree with the word “stable” being used to describe a persons mental state.
its a stable sit. as I live here in this sit and the stable with that hourse haha what? the doors and no caps are flaps of gas. like grass and back to spaces of
a brown horse lay asleep in a stable. my mind is bloody blank. this is rubbish.O.o gahh. new word? haha im just writing for the sake of writing. i wish i had imagination. i think i just worry too much of if it is any good, you know? i shouldnt do that. i should just write
gahh. i will learn.
As I ride my white steed through the meadows and fields, I wonder if I shall ever return to the stable. Will I hitch myself to a post, hold myself back, or run free, freer then a bird with wings. Or will I be the bird forced not to sing, the horse not to trot, or the man left to die alone without hope. Ride on.
Nobody likes a stable person when they’re young. Instability is the most fascinating characteristic one can have. The true mark of maturity is when one sits down and thinks, “Self, it’s time to be stable.” I haven’t hit that quite yet.