You strung me along. I don’t know why I thought you’d be different from all the other guys out there. You’re just a stupid, stupid, teenage boy. And I’m just a stupid, stupid teenage girl.
Strung like a string in a bunk bed of hate in the center of the universe. Strung around my thumb is the red string, the hair of the dead porcelain doll my mother killed on the day I was born. This is the answer to the universe.
She was to tightly strung, he observed bitterly. And he knew exactly what would loosen her up. He hoped at least. Smiling, he confidently made his way over to where she was sitting.
There is no real way to prepare to be tested. All you can really do is stuff your head with anything that could possibly be considered useful and face the thing with your head held high. That’s not very soothing. People love to be prepared.
Strung along, you’ve got the world on a string, which includes me. A small world but one that loves you fiercely all the same. A world I’m happy to be a part of. I hope you know how many people love you. I wish you knew I existed. I wish we weren’t so far apart, in so many ways. I wish I didn’t love you so much.
as the boy walked, he pulled the string harder so that he had more control over the kite. he held the string higher. the wind began to blow harder and harder until the string snapped and his kite flew off.
i was strung up on my clothesline. again. my brother had pinned me up there after i broke his videogame. no big deal. i’ll just wait for mom to get home
high strung is what people call me. it always sounds like strong, but i’m wrong. high strung, anal, obsessive compulsive- yup that’s me. what else is new? everyone sucks. high strung.
I’m all strung out on you. You make me dizzy, crazy, stupid. I feel electrified when I”m around you. Like I’m walking on a tight-rope and at any second, I’ll plunge to my death. You make me weak in the knees.
I’m so strung out. Siting here, a cloud of thoughts dissipating into thin air. The room is thick with smoke. I can’t breath. Am I really under the influence? Because I feel like I’m being suffocated by it. Drowned by it.
High strung on a drug called regret. I relapse every time I see your god damned face. Break the addiction. Can I even bear to remove you from my life? Addiction.
he strung the beads carefully back onto the thin warped wire. she was asleep in the next room. with quiet breath, he prayed she had not heard the snap and clatter of the breaking necklace.
out. why is it something people are so intent on feeling. is it because of our lack of unity and brotherhood, or our feelings of inadequacy due to the system indirectly telling us so?
today i strung some peas together. i also decided to string some popcorn kernals. i had strung five total items together and everyone made fun of me. i said “hey! what have you strung together lately!”
It’s not time to think about what is said, its just time to leave everything behind and do what you want.youre wired, full of energy, and youre almost dead.
Being strung up can be a good thing or a bad thing. They way I have usually heard it used is when a guy is strung up on a girl. In other words he cant get her out of his mind. Another way to use the word strung is like the beads were strung. This means that bead were put on a string possibly to make a necklace, bracelet or perhaps a christmas tree decoration.
This refers to stringed instruments, like guitars, violins, cellos, mandolins, etc. I have had a guitar but never play it any more. The strings all broke and it had to be restrung. But I still dont’ play it. My son has it now and I think he might play it if he had time.
People can be so high-strung. They are constantly worried about this or that. They have a great anxiety problem that they cannot get rid of. It stresses me out just thinking about them. Unfortunately, I am one of them.
We always strung popcorn for the Christmas tree and now my mother and I are the only ones who do it. I wish my sister brother and father would do it again too. I want to be little again.
Strung out. If I keep it up like a love sick crack head. Strung. I met this guy once. I don’t remember what his name was, but I remember thinking about him a lot. Is that what it’s like to be strung out? So overwhelmingly consumed by something that it takes over your entire existence?
He was incredibly highly strung. If you even thought about touching his guitar, he would let out a shriek, as if the world were coming to an end, and only he knew, only he could feel this apocalypse, rushing towards us at a million miles per hour.
Strung along. I was strung along. She hit me with her hands and her hearts, there were more than one. One after another strung me along and beat me by the seashore. They beat in, beat out. Hit me rapidly until I was all but unconscious. She sent me slowly sailing into the sun, our love alive, our hearts dead.
A chain of beads, needles and string. I wish the string was thin enough to fit, but it isn’t, and I really can’t afford to go back to Joann’s to buy any more. If I would just be patient enough, I could use spool thread. It works but it gets tangled.
I’m all strung out because of all the disappointments I’ve been facing. My heart feels pruny. Thank goodness I know that prunes are sweet or else I’d really be depressed.
He was as highly-strung as well… A highly-strung, strutting horse.
Head held high, body perfectly positioned, face set with a look of clear confidence.
Who he was, no one actually knew. But what they did know was that he was more than just another someone.
SO S t r u n g o u t. I haven’t a clue as to what to do with myself. I may as well just explode. Or implode. Then I’ll cease to exist. It’ll be better for every one. I just bring people down. Or out. Strung out.
strung from the trees
her heart swung
in the cool wind
the tears of sudden clouds
fell upon the fragile
soul held inside
the sudden burst
of warm light
protected and warmed
in the summer’s
days.
Being strung along is the worst. Feeling like you are in control only to be yanked off your feet and thrown to the floor. Don’ do it to others or you are doing it to yourself.
She was strung out and couldn’t think. The unbearable feeling of falling asleep and being unable to stay awake. Like drowning, being pulled under water by an unstoppable tide.
Strung like the leaves of a tree were my emotions to the situation, easily blown away with the wind.
her little slave doing her bidding without actually commanding. Soon you shall follow
You strung me along. I don’t know why I thought you’d be different from all the other guys out there. You’re just a stupid, stupid, teenage boy. And I’m just a stupid, stupid teenage girl.
Strung like a string in a bunk bed of hate in the center of the universe. Strung around my thumb is the red string, the hair of the dead porcelain doll my mother killed on the day I was born. This is the answer to the universe.
Dance, dance. Do as you’re told. Pull this, give that slack, now you’re dancing the way they want.
She was to tightly strung, he observed bitterly. And he knew exactly what would loosen her up. He hoped at least. Smiling, he confidently made his way over to where she was sitting.
The kite was strung up in the tree. The boy cried for hours, but his dad got it down from him. He just wanted him to be happy for once.
There is no real way to prepare to be tested. All you can really do is stuff your head with anything that could possibly be considered useful and face the thing with your head held high. That’s not very soothing. People love to be prepared.
Strung along, you’ve got the world on a string, which includes me. A small world but one that loves you fiercely all the same. A world I’m happy to be a part of. I hope you know how many people love you. I wish you knew I existed. I wish we weren’t so far apart, in so many ways. I wish I didn’t love you so much.
as the boy walked, he pulled the string harder so that he had more control over the kite. he held the string higher. the wind began to blow harder and harder until the string snapped and his kite flew off.
i was strung up on my clothesline. again. my brother had pinned me up there after i broke his videogame. no big deal. i’ll just wait for mom to get home
high strung is what people call me. it always sounds like strong, but i’m wrong. high strung, anal, obsessive compulsive- yup that’s me. what else is new? everyone sucks. high strung.
I’m all strung out on you. You make me dizzy, crazy, stupid. I feel electrified when I”m around you. Like I’m walking on a tight-rope and at any second, I’ll plunge to my death. You make me weak in the knees.
Not. No lines. No ties. I weave together my own strings until I’m all wrapped up, limbs immobile. You gonna cut me out? Didn’t think so.
a chamber of fibrous strings, taught in tension and overlapping in a harmonious destructive sound
I’m so strung out. Siting here, a cloud of thoughts dissipating into thin air. The room is thick with smoke. I can’t breath. Am I really under the influence? Because I feel like I’m being suffocated by it. Drowned by it.
He was feeling completely strung out. The terror of the situation he had gotten himself into was growing in his mind until it lost all proportion
High strung on a drug called regret. I relapse every time I see your god damned face. Break the addiction. Can I even bear to remove you from my life? Addiction.
he strung the beads carefully back onto the thin warped wire. she was asleep in the next room. with quiet breath, he prayed she had not heard the snap and clatter of the breaking necklace.
out. why is it something people are so intent on feeling. is it because of our lack of unity and brotherhood, or our feelings of inadequacy due to the system indirectly telling us so?
today i strung some peas together. i also decided to string some popcorn kernals. i had strung five total items together and everyone made fun of me. i said “hey! what have you strung together lately!”
It’s not time to think about what is said, its just time to leave everything behind and do what you want.youre wired, full of energy, and youre almost dead.
Being strung up can be a good thing or a bad thing. They way I have usually heard it used is when a guy is strung up on a girl. In other words he cant get her out of his mind. Another way to use the word strung is like the beads were strung. This means that bead were put on a string possibly to make a necklace, bracelet or perhaps a christmas tree decoration.
This refers to stringed instruments, like guitars, violins, cellos, mandolins, etc. I have had a guitar but never play it any more. The strings all broke and it had to be restrung. But I still dont’ play it. My son has it now and I think he might play it if he had time.
i think of a guitar being softly played in the background, a mexican tune, by a muchacho in a black sombrero.
People can be so high-strung. They are constantly worried about this or that. They have a great anxiety problem that they cannot get rid of. It stresses me out just thinking about them. Unfortunately, I am one of them.
We always strung popcorn for the Christmas tree and now my mother and I are the only ones who do it. I wish my sister brother and father would do it again too. I want to be little again.
Strung out. If I keep it up like a love sick crack head. Strung. I met this guy once. I don’t remember what his name was, but I remember thinking about him a lot. Is that what it’s like to be strung out? So overwhelmingly consumed by something that it takes over your entire existence?
He was incredibly highly strung. If you even thought about touching his guitar, he would let out a shriek, as if the world were coming to an end, and only he knew, only he could feel this apocalypse, rushing towards us at a million miles per hour.
theres a woman in my lap and she’s drinking champagne, this guitar needs to be re-strung.
im so strung up now hes gone, took my heart, hold on to it forever, never let go, im strung up flipped out,you turned me inside out
Strung along. I was strung along. She hit me with her hands and her hearts, there were more than one. One after another strung me along and beat me by the seashore. They beat in, beat out. Hit me rapidly until I was all but unconscious. She sent me slowly sailing into the sun, our love alive, our hearts dead.
strung up in a cellar basement
waiting to be saved
not wanting to be saved
but having that as a last hope
Help you say
Help me who needs it.
A chain of beads, needles and string. I wish the string was thin enough to fit, but it isn’t, and I really can’t afford to go back to Joann’s to buy any more. If I would just be patient enough, I could use spool thread. It works but it gets tangled.
I’m all strung out because of all the disappointments I’ve been facing. My heart feels pruny. Thank goodness I know that prunes are sweet or else I’d really be depressed.
He was as highly-strung as well… A highly-strung, strutting horse.
Head held high, body perfectly positioned, face set with a look of clear confidence.
Who he was, no one actually knew. But what they did know was that he was more than just another someone.
i had it. nice and tight. but my body wasn’t meant for it. i drank, i laughed, it fell off. whatever.
SO S t r u n g o u t. I haven’t a clue as to what to do with myself. I may as well just explode. Or implode. Then I’ll cease to exist. It’ll be better for every one. I just bring people down. Or out. Strung out.
strung from the trees
her heart swung
in the cool wind
the tears of sudden clouds
fell upon the fragile
soul held inside
the sudden burst
of warm light
protected and warmed
in the summer’s
days.
Being strung along is the worst. Feeling like you are in control only to be yanked off your feet and thrown to the floor. Don’ do it to others or you are doing it to yourself.
She was strung out and couldn’t think. The unbearable feeling of falling asleep and being unable to stay awake. Like drowning, being pulled under water by an unstoppable tide.