i was really strung out. my mascara was smudged….making a raccoon mask around my eyes. i had one, bent cigarette left and as i lit it i noticed a man staring at me.
I have been completely strung out, like an old wash cloth. Everything you can get from me you’ve gotten from me, and I’m done. So please, just set me down somewhere and let me be. I just want to exist for once.
Strung. Strung out. Tired. Exhausted. This word represents everything that I’ve overcome in the past two months. Never before have I ever felt so pulled and pushed by so many people. I’m stronger now, and I cannot be strung.
She decided to ask her father about it, but he fobbed her off, saying that the birthmark just didn’t show up in that photo due to the strong sunlight. Then he smiled, but his eyes betrayed a cold stare, and his whole face was as tightly strung as a tennis racket. More than ever before, she was afraid of him.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
Whenever I try to work on something I feel like I get caught up on details that don’t matter. I tend to teach myself parts of a problem that really don’t pertain to the problem itself. It’s almost like a bonus for me that I get the opportunity to learn more about other things whenever I attempt challenges overall! I’m a procrastinator!!!
“Why are you acting so strange, Eliza?” Kibum asked as he cupped the younger girl’s cheeks in his hand. Her eyes were completely bloodshot and half-lidded, as though she hadn’t slept in days and her lips wore a goofy smile.
High above the roaring rain clouds that soak my tear drained face. Like a rag I am wrung by this string called love that ties me to you.. twisted and twisting me.
He hadn’t eaten in three days. The guards had beaten him twice that day. The first because his shit smelled bad and the second because he moaned when they stuff the shit into his face. It didn’t really matter though by the end of it he would be strung up in the square.
I am strung out to my wits end. I want to sign up and get more words, this seems like a cool website, but the page just won’t load. I can’t keep on writing about the same word, well I can, but I don’t wish to. I guess I will just make my leave now.
Is this the only word on here? Strung? This is the word I just had! I am too strung out for this to even write about it. Is this a joke? A troll? Are you messing with me?
Strung? This is the word I just looked at what other people wrote. Hmm. I think it would be cheating to really write about it, wouldn’t it? I believe so. I am so strung out from work right now anyways. A long shift with someone hard to get along with. That is life.
She was so high. She could see everything, but she felt nothing. The world was still so heavy even if the gravity had lessened with the height. Her anxiety was strung around her neck like weights. She hated everything.
I strung the line from one tree to the next and then hung my wet clothes on them. They are clean, fresh out of the washer. At the current time my dryer has quit working. For now it’s back to the “old days”, drying my clothes outside. I don’t mind doing this at all. The only downside is that the clothes do not smell as fresh and you can’t dry them if it’s raining.
i’m inside of a heartstirng about to die and there will be no hope for the black hair on my skin and the scars on my chest the ocean will take me away and i will never see the sun again there is no hope for the headache and let me die let me die there is a hanging noose for me there is only one far place where the world is blue and the stars are silver and i have to fly instead of hang where i am bodiless an di do not have to stay
Thoughts are strung together to create a story for others to hear. Opinions (good, bad, neutral) are then made from that.
By stringing things together you can end up at a completely different place than you started at.
Hanging over the edge, there was nothing but a string between her and the fall that would bring her death. The pit dropped endlessly down into a raging river–the echoes of the roaring waves jumped up to her–that would carry away her body and shatter her bones in seconds. She would be a ragdoll in that raging water.
All she had to do was put one foot in front of the other, and stay balanced on the razor-thin wire. And stay balanced.
And…
I don’t now what a strung is. However, it reminds me of strings, and I love strings instruments, especially the cello. I don’t know why, but its sound is just magnificent. I also love the clarinet, even though it’s not a string instrument.
Strung, like strung out. When I think strung out I think strung out on feelings for a person, usually someone you like in a boyfriend girlfriend kind of way. Like you want to talk to them all the time or tell everyone about them. They’re all you can think about and it’s driving you crazy.
Many people get strung out on drugs or alcohol. Some people like beads that are strung on a string and wear them like a necklace. Either way, it is a weird word. I bet people who have to learn our language have a difficult time because one word can mean so many different things. I would hate it if I had to learn a new language that had evolved so much. I don’t know any other languages other than English. I feel uneducated when I am around other people who know many languages. My son got his bachelor’s degree in Spanish, but I can’t speak it at all. I have to take him with me when I visit Spanish speaking countries.
the guitar iwas strung with golden strings. the strings were thousands of year old and it is said they were made from angels wings. The guitar was originally from China.
i dont want this same word again i already had this no this is not ok goodbye have a nice day ok cuz i already wrote about this one word and i dont want to write anything else ok is that ok with you or should i just do whatever you say yes teacher yesok i will do whatever you say because clearly you are the boss of me ok so i do what you say yes dictator i will write you a story yes yes ok ok goodbye have a nice day sir
one time i strung a string and then i accidently broke it but oh well sometimes things happen like that. also i am very high strung, its just because im young. and also strings go on guitars which i used to play but then i realized that guitars are for douchebags so then i stopped. does that make any sense to you or what. i dont really know what else i can say about this strange word
I need to have these beads restrung.
I pulled them off in a rage over your leaving and they rolled all over the floor.
Down on my hands and knees, trying to collect them, I thought, “never again
will I do this over you. Never again.” But I love this necklace.
He strung up the body from the tree. He wanted to make it look like a suicide. He hoped he did it right. If he got away with it there were more to come.
Mendulie had always been a rather high-strung individual. Her bouncy nature, bright clothing, and tendency to jump into the conversations of random passersby caused her to be known as quite the conspicious creature, or, as her mother said, a nuisance. It was perhaps for this reason that it was no surprise when, in mid morning on a sunny day in June, the petite fifteen year old was reportedly seen launching herself from Mr. Tomsenboyle’s roof and descending head over heels into a large pot of soup.
i was really strung out. my mascara was smudged….making a raccoon mask around my eyes. i had one, bent cigarette left and as i lit it i noticed a man staring at me.
I have been completely strung out, like an old wash cloth. Everything you can get from me you’ve gotten from me, and I’m done. So please, just set me down somewhere and let me be. I just want to exist for once.
Strung. Strung out. Tired. Exhausted. This word represents everything that I’ve overcome in the past two months. Never before have I ever felt so pulled and pushed by so many people. I’m stronger now, and I cannot be strung.
She decided to ask her father about it, but he fobbed her off, saying that the birthmark just didn’t show up in that photo due to the strong sunlight. Then he smiled, but his eyes betrayed a cold stare, and his whole face was as tightly strung as a tennis racket. More than ever before, she was afraid of him.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
her love strung meticulous strands of tinsel one by one on each christmas tree branch the way she loved everyone , intensley, connecting thier heats with her love, lighting the darkness with her love, reflecting light that overrode the darkness.
Whenever I try to work on something I feel like I get caught up on details that don’t matter. I tend to teach myself parts of a problem that really don’t pertain to the problem itself. It’s almost like a bonus for me that I get the opportunity to learn more about other things whenever I attempt challenges overall! I’m a procrastinator!!!
“Why are you acting so strange, Eliza?” Kibum asked as he cupped the younger girl’s cheeks in his hand. Her eyes were completely bloodshot and half-lidded, as though she hadn’t slept in days and her lips wore a goofy smile.
guitar strings
pull
back
Highstrung on a wire. Anxious and waiting for something real. Waiting to feel anything.
My shoulders are strung to the ceiling with tape that you place there before you were gone.
My head’s come unstrung and I feel so unsung with the thoughts that I know are deep in there.
I can’t write this song; the melody’s bare; the chords aren’t strung along with a purpose.
because chaos
throws sticky threads
hither and thither
each rope has two ends
mine
and
yours
High above the roaring rain clouds that soak my tear drained face. Like a rag I am wrung by this string called love that ties me to you.. twisted and twisting me.
He hadn’t eaten in three days. The guards had beaten him twice that day. The first because his shit smelled bad and the second because he moaned when they stuff the shit into his face. It didn’t really matter though by the end of it he would be strung up in the square.
I am strung out to my wits end. I want to sign up and get more words, this seems like a cool website, but the page just won’t load. I can’t keep on writing about the same word, well I can, but I don’t wish to. I guess I will just make my leave now.
Is this the only word on here? Strung? This is the word I just had! I am too strung out for this to even write about it. Is this a joke? A troll? Are you messing with me?
Strung? This is the word I just looked at what other people wrote. Hmm. I think it would be cheating to really write about it, wouldn’t it? I believe so. I am so strung out from work right now anyways. A long shift with someone hard to get along with. That is life.
She was so high. She could see everything, but she felt nothing. The world was still so heavy even if the gravity had lessened with the height. Her anxiety was strung around her neck like weights. She hated everything.
Strung up on a tree was a haunch of pig.
SIlas looked at it, then looked around.
It wasn’t really the haunch of a pig… a bit smaller, but just enough to take him as far as he needed to go.
Silas bent down.
He picked up a sharp rock, then, with it in one hand, climbed up the tree and cut the haunch down.
Once it was down, he stuffed it up his shirt and began to run.
He ran a long while, not really consciously, until his calves hurt and he could no longer breathe properly.
Then he ran some more.
The damn bee flew out of nowhere. I felt annoyed greatly, and just as I lifted my hand up trying to hush it away, it has strung me! Unbelievable!
The fish I caught were enough to feed me for days.
To hang something to a hook or a peg i strung the guitar to my shoulder is this correct or wrong
Our Chtistmas lights were strung all over our Christmas tree.
I strung the line from one tree to the next and then hung my wet clothes on them. They are clean, fresh out of the washer. At the current time my dryer has quit working. For now it’s back to the “old days”, drying my clothes outside. I don’t mind doing this at all. The only downside is that the clothes do not smell as fresh and you can’t dry them if it’s raining.
i’m inside of a heartstirng about to die and there will be no hope for the black hair on my skin and the scars on my chest the ocean will take me away and i will never see the sun again there is no hope for the headache and let me die let me die there is a hanging noose for me there is only one far place where the world is blue and the stars are silver and i have to fly instead of hang where i am bodiless an di do not have to stay
Thoughts are strung together to create a story for others to hear. Opinions (good, bad, neutral) are then made from that.
By stringing things together you can end up at a completely different place than you started at.
Hanging over the edge, there was nothing but a string between her and the fall that would bring her death. The pit dropped endlessly down into a raging river–the echoes of the roaring waves jumped up to her–that would carry away her body and shatter her bones in seconds. She would be a ragdoll in that raging water.
All she had to do was put one foot in front of the other, and stay balanced on the razor-thin wire. And stay balanced.
And…
I don’t now what a strung is. However, it reminds me of strings, and I love strings instruments, especially the cello. I don’t know why, but its sound is just magnificent. I also love the clarinet, even though it’s not a string instrument.
Strung, like strung out. When I think strung out I think strung out on feelings for a person, usually someone you like in a boyfriend girlfriend kind of way. Like you want to talk to them all the time or tell everyone about them. They’re all you can think about and it’s driving you crazy.
Elesy strung the bow quietly as she locked onto her target with her forest eyes. The stillness was almost deafening as the bow sung.
Many people get strung out on drugs or alcohol. Some people like beads that are strung on a string and wear them like a necklace. Either way, it is a weird word. I bet people who have to learn our language have a difficult time because one word can mean so many different things. I would hate it if I had to learn a new language that had evolved so much. I don’t know any other languages other than English. I feel uneducated when I am around other people who know many languages. My son got his bachelor’s degree in Spanish, but I can’t speak it at all. I have to take him with me when I visit Spanish speaking countries.
the guitar iwas strung with golden strings. the strings were thousands of year old and it is said they were made from angels wings. The guitar was originally from China.
i dont want this same word again i already had this no this is not ok goodbye have a nice day ok cuz i already wrote about this one word and i dont want to write anything else ok is that ok with you or should i just do whatever you say yes teacher yesok i will do whatever you say because clearly you are the boss of me ok so i do what you say yes dictator i will write you a story yes yes ok ok goodbye have a nice day sir
one time i strung a string and then i accidently broke it but oh well sometimes things happen like that. also i am very high strung, its just because im young. and also strings go on guitars which i used to play but then i realized that guitars are for douchebags so then i stopped. does that make any sense to you or what. i dont really know what else i can say about this strange word
I strung my guitar last year, but now it’s all out of tune.
I’d like to play again, but I sing now to the new moon.
I strung up christmas lights in the patio
to remind me of the Fourth of July.
It’s where we go to feel alive again.
I need to have these beads restrung.
I pulled them off in a rage over your leaving and they rolled all over the floor.
Down on my hands and knees, trying to collect them, I thought, “never again
will I do this over you. Never again.” But I love this necklace.
He strung up the body from the tree. He wanted to make it look like a suicide. He hoped he did it right. If he got away with it there were more to come.
Mendulie had always been a rather high-strung individual. Her bouncy nature, bright clothing, and tendency to jump into the conversations of random passersby caused her to be known as quite the conspicious creature, or, as her mother said, a nuisance. It was perhaps for this reason that it was no surprise when, in mid morning on a sunny day in June, the petite fifteen year old was reportedly seen launching herself from Mr. Tomsenboyle’s roof and descending head over heels into a large pot of soup.