i was sitting in a bathroom stall the other day. the stall was small and i felt quite clostrophobic. i sat in the stall to think. the stall was in the bathroom. as i was in the stall, i was stalling from my life. from continuing on doing whatever it was that i was supposed to be doing. i was stalling in a small stall. all night long.
The minute I entered the stall, I instinctively reached for a wad of tissue paper to line the filthy toilet seat, but found the paper holder empty. I cringed, careful not to touch the paint chipped walls, which were covered with suspicious looking stains that matched the foul odor permeating the tiny space. Why had I allowed him to take me here? I asked myself for the fiftieth time.
The engine stalled, stuttering, silent. The blades chopping through the air slowed, and thrashed irregularly as the cabin tilted, and the sea loomed close through the plexi shield. Alice opened her mouth to scream, her muscles seemingly made of putty, her voice nothing but the rush of wind in her ears.
stalled. stopped midway between this and that. somehow i lost all the motivation and drive, and i stalled. it’s hard to keep moving forward without the encouragement of a goal. so i walk more tenatively and wait for my sight to clear up.
I tried to think. I needed desperately to stall Mr. Hanks, but his friend persistent calling wasn’t helping me. Really? Do you need to call every three minutes asking, “Are you here yet?” immaturely?
this makes me think of the show I’m currently watching. Extreme home makeover. they’re helping a family who lost their father. He was a pastor at the local church. One of the daughters loved the horses and the ranch style theme. They actually got her a horse! wow. ha. my mom would kill them.
Well i was on my way to work this morning and my car stalled. Unfortunately i had a bit business meeting to go to all about how we can get twenty percent more productivity if we put computers in all the bathroom stalls at the firm. Well i guess this puts a stall on the plans i had with jessica this evening.
i can go to the bathroom or someone could make me wait. either way its the same word. a could add another l to lats and i still got it. but really why do people ever do that and if they do is it always a bad thing or can it be a good thing. if so is there anything such as good or bad.
i can go to the bathroom or someone could make me wait. either way its the same word. a could add another l to lats and i still got it. but really why do people ever do that and if they do is it always a bad thing or can it be a good thing. if so is there anything such as good or bad.
a horse was standing in his stall waiting for his owner to start grooming. he was in great need of a brushing and felt it. Someday, he thought, I’ll be able to groom myself. The stall was well kept as he was a tidy horse.
the bathroom stall was empty as i walked in. the joint was quickly lit and i hoped that the other usuals wouldnt find me because i never really got the hang of sharing. Then my principal opened the door and saw me sitting there and in order to forestall my expulsion i said, “want a hit?”
Everyone is doing this right now with any host of problems or situations. It’s the one tactic that everyone seems to know how to do instinctively, whether or not they know how to do it effectively. It can be one of the most maddening things in life.
i stall for time as the people after me keep stepping closer. they want me but for what i not sure. i tell them i not the one you want ask my twin im sure she can help they smirk and tell me i the right one and i will help them do what.
stall your car can stall there is a bathroom stall it is the world tall with an s….i like to stall a lot i usually stall whenever i want especially when i have homework to do which i should be doing now but im stalling and just writting about the word stall i dont really understand the whole poitn of this thing buti like to stall
I could not help but stall as I approached his desk. I’d stayed after to make up a test and my nerves had been racked all day. Finally, it was that moment. My voice left his lips and I rose to my feet. Full of purpose and confidance. I walked back and sat upon his desk, leaning forward and speaking in a coy tone, “Yes, sir?”
gotta get more time
gotta get more time
gotta get more time
it’s all moving so fast
I can’t keep up
can’t keep up
where I going?
where I going?
gotta get more time
gotta get more time
please give me more time
whenever i try to do something impotant, i stall. whenever i try to contribute to a conversation, i stall. whenever i try to make an important decision in life, i stall.
Please don’t just stand there, staring at me with that look in your eyes. Those dark, round circles are insisting that your feet move. So why must you stall the inevitable? I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I’ll stay right here.
Her mind stalled. What was she supposed to be wary of? There was something, she knew. Yes, there was something unutterably dreadful she was meant to worry about. What was it? She nestled deep into a paralyzing panic.
i always stalling. stalling telling you about something. stalling telling you about how much i love you. always hiding it behind some other words. slurred “likes”, coughs, sneezes. stalling on finishing. never wanting this to end. please don’t let it. can we stall forever? is that possible? i don’t know.
Azur entered in the Medina : his eyes were shut and so he could not see the richness of the vivid colors of the agrumes stall, but he could smell all the fine odors from the spices small…
Stallling, taking tiome to do absolutely nothing, a virtue that has long since been forgotten and neglected in a time where time is the most valuable thing that we have. Yet stalling is practiced often all the time even, by those who has yet to admit that the high pase of the modern times is is hard to handle, but whose heart and body has realized it. Stalling is putting off the enevietable. Life is stalling while death is waiting – don’t forget the importance of stalling :)
I saw him first time behind the market stall in the busy street. Somehow he stood out from the crowd. I realized he was surrounded by people but alone. His eyes were wondering about but it was obvious that his mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t help myself and think “what are you thinking about?” As if he heard me, he slowly turned his head around and faced me. This time his eyes locked with mine and I could see that he was now thinking something about me. This time I couldn’t help but think “but what are you thinking?” He lifted an apple from the stall and held it out towards me with a crooked smile. As my hand stretched out to get it, I was still thinking – what I doing in this market?
I procrastinate. It’s what I do. I hem and haw and stall until all the time has run out and then at the very last second I come up with a blockbuster excuse. It never fails.
i know i don’t do things right in my life, i’m very hesitant. i stall. everyone does, everyone cares about only one thing. &a lot of the time they don’t know what it is. i care about one person. i stall my love but i care about this one person. i don’t care how long it lasts, or how it ends. but i care about my experiences, how i make this person feel. how this person makes me feel also.
the stall was cold and dark, and she curled her body into it’s corner and wept, silently, shaking, clutching her arms, pressing her hands against her face, her mouth. It was as though there was no end to her horror, despair, her night.
Horses are kept in a stall. The smell of the stable reminds me of nature and what it’s like to get out and do something active. Too much time is spent in houses and not enough time spent in nature, like with horses in stalls. As I write this I’m trying to stall from doing my homework. It’s only a temporary fix.
Just as he was about to tell her how much he really cared for her, his brain stalled. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe he just was not emotionally ready, but all that came out of his mouth were a collection of jumbled grunts.
stall time like you stalled my car last week and we might enjoy this night a little longer. stall your attitude, your sharp tongue, our arguments. stall on the bed sheets and let me look at you as you lie there.
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Hahahahaha, I just kill myself.
i was sitting in a bathroom stall the other day. the stall was small and i felt quite clostrophobic. i sat in the stall to think. the stall was in the bathroom. as i was in the stall, i was stalling from my life. from continuing on doing whatever it was that i was supposed to be doing. i was stalling in a small stall. all night long.
Quand je voulus repartir apr
The minute I entered the stall, I instinctively reached for a wad of tissue paper to line the filthy toilet seat, but found the paper holder empty. I cringed, careful not to touch the paint chipped walls, which were covered with suspicious looking stains that matched the foul odor permeating the tiny space. Why had I allowed him to take me here? I asked myself for the fiftieth time.
The engine stalled, stuttering, silent. The blades chopping through the air slowed, and thrashed irregularly as the cabin tilted, and the sea loomed close through the plexi shield. Alice opened her mouth to scream, her muscles seemingly made of putty, her voice nothing but the rush of wind in her ears.
i used to sell knickers on a market stall – port vale market to be precise. it was my first job.
stalled. stopped midway between this and that. somehow i lost all the motivation and drive, and i stalled. it’s hard to keep moving forward without the encouragement of a goal. so i walk more tenatively and wait for my sight to clear up.
I tried to think. I needed desperately to stall Mr. Hanks, but his friend persistent calling wasn’t helping me. Really? Do you need to call every three minutes asking, “Are you here yet?” immaturely?
this makes me think of the show I’m currently watching. Extreme home makeover. they’re helping a family who lost their father. He was a pastor at the local church. One of the daughters loved the horses and the ranch style theme. They actually got her a horse! wow. ha. my mom would kill them.
Well i was on my way to work this morning and my car stalled. Unfortunately i had a bit business meeting to go to all about how we can get twenty percent more productivity if we put computers in all the bathroom stalls at the firm. Well i guess this puts a stall on the plans i had with jessica this evening.
i can go to the bathroom or someone could make me wait. either way its the same word. a could add another l to lats and i still got it. but really why do people ever do that and if they do is it always a bad thing or can it be a good thing. if so is there anything such as good or bad.
i can go to the bathroom or someone could make me wait. either way its the same word. a could add another l to lats and i still got it. but really why do people ever do that and if they do is it always a bad thing or can it be a good thing. if so is there anything such as good or bad.
a horse was standing in his stall waiting for his owner to start grooming. he was in great need of a brushing and felt it. Someday, he thought, I’ll be able to groom myself. The stall was well kept as he was a tidy horse.
the bathroom stall was empty as i walked in. the joint was quickly lit and i hoped that the other usuals wouldnt find me because i never really got the hang of sharing. Then my principal opened the door and saw me sitting there and in order to forestall my expulsion i said, “want a hit?”
Everyone is doing this right now with any host of problems or situations. It’s the one tactic that everyone seems to know how to do instinctively, whether or not they know how to do it effectively. It can be one of the most maddening things in life.
Cactus faces stall all day about slow falling down to the earth in a swifth utterly defying matter.
i stall for time as the people after me keep stepping closer. they want me but for what i not sure. i tell them i not the one you want ask my twin im sure she can help they smirk and tell me i the right one and i will help them do what.
stall your car can stall there is a bathroom stall it is the world tall with an s….i like to stall a lot i usually stall whenever i want especially when i have homework to do which i should be doing now but im stalling and just writting about the word stall i dont really understand the whole poitn of this thing buti like to stall
smelly, big, normally in a farm, for most of the time animals, or in a bathroom
I could not help but stall as I approached his desk. I’d stayed after to make up a test and my nerves had been racked all day. Finally, it was that moment. My voice left his lips and I rose to my feet. Full of purpose and confidance. I walked back and sat upon his desk, leaning forward and speaking in a coy tone, “Yes, sir?”
gotta get more time
gotta get more time
gotta get more time
it’s all moving so fast
I can’t keep up
can’t keep up
where I going?
where I going?
gotta get more time
gotta get more time
please give me more time
whenever i try to do something impotant, i stall. whenever i try to contribute to a conversation, i stall. whenever i try to make an important decision in life, i stall.
Please don’t just stand there, staring at me with that look in your eyes. Those dark, round circles are insisting that your feet move. So why must you stall the inevitable? I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I’ll stay right here.
Her mind stalled. What was she supposed to be wary of? There was something, she knew. Yes, there was something unutterably dreadful she was meant to worry about. What was it? She nestled deep into a paralyzing panic.
you! find a way to stall that wedding!
stall the wedding? what? what i… that’s it!
KAW! KAW! KAW! KAW!
well, little mermaid was one of my favorite movies as a kid. i’ve memorized it because i’ve watched it so many times.
i always stalling. stalling telling you about something. stalling telling you about how much i love you. always hiding it behind some other words. slurred “likes”, coughs, sneezes. stalling on finishing. never wanting this to end. please don’t let it. can we stall forever? is that possible? i don’t know.
Azur entered in the Medina : his eyes were shut and so he could not see the richness of the vivid colors of the agrumes stall, but he could smell all the fine odors from the spices small…
Stallling, taking tiome to do absolutely nothing, a virtue that has long since been forgotten and neglected in a time where time is the most valuable thing that we have. Yet stalling is practiced often all the time even, by those who has yet to admit that the high pase of the modern times is is hard to handle, but whose heart and body has realized it. Stalling is putting off the enevietable. Life is stalling while death is waiting – don’t forget the importance of stalling :)
I saw him first time behind the market stall in the busy street. Somehow he stood out from the crowd. I realized he was surrounded by people but alone. His eyes were wondering about but it was obvious that his mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t help myself and think “what are you thinking about?” As if he heard me, he slowly turned his head around and faced me. This time his eyes locked with mine and I could see that he was now thinking something about me. This time I couldn’t help but think “but what are you thinking?” He lifted an apple from the stall and held it out towards me with a crooked smile. As my hand stretched out to get it, I was still thinking – what I doing in this market?
the bathroom stalls in our school are quite disgusting.
I procrastinate. It’s what I do. I hem and haw and stall until all the time has run out and then at the very last second I come up with a blockbuster excuse. It never fails.
I jumped off my huge horsre, Goliath, and led him to his stall. It had been a wonderful ride, but it was time to go in now.
stall
i know i don’t do things right in my life, i’m very hesitant. i stall. everyone does, everyone cares about only one thing. &a lot of the time they don’t know what it is. i care about one person. i stall my love but i care about this one person. i don’t care how long it lasts, or how it ends. but i care about my experiences, how i make this person feel. how this person makes me feel also.
the stall was cold and dark, and she curled her body into it’s corner and wept, silently, shaking, clutching her arms, pressing her hands against her face, her mouth. It was as though there was no end to her horror, despair, her night.
Horses are kept in a stall. The smell of the stable reminds me of nature and what it’s like to get out and do something active. Too much time is spent in houses and not enough time spent in nature, like with horses in stalls. As I write this I’m trying to stall from doing my homework. It’s only a temporary fix.
Just as he was about to tell her how much he really cared for her, his brain stalled. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe he just was not emotionally ready, but all that came out of his mouth were a collection of jumbled grunts.
that reminds me of how motion will convert any stall into a grind
i love bmx
This is the same word I saw yesterday. Maybe they don’t actually update everyday or maybe I inside the window for the current wqord asnds the
stall time like you stalled my car last week and we might enjoy this night a little longer. stall your attitude, your sharp tongue, our arguments. stall on the bed sheets and let me look at you as you lie there.