I switched skating coaches from DJ to Angela to Gretchen to Laura. Switching changes something from one thing to another. There’s a difference (for some reason) between changing and switching. I don’t know why. But you don’t switch your clothes; you change your close. Switching goes from one thing to another thing in the same category, or it is in some way replacing it. Changing implies that the original thing is done with, and is being replaced. I think.
my perspective is moving like big fluffy white clouds on a summer’s day. my feelings for you are dissipating.
of course you would find some one.
and of course she would be married.
i held onto hope like a life raft but now i see you were always really drowning yourself.
Switching houses was a pain in the ass. It was even more painful to switch roommates.
But I think what sucked the most was switching out my old life for a new one.
The best part is, switching things around actually helped me grow. And in the end, it was for my good. I couldn’t be happier now. Don’t be afraid to switch.
I am switching to lowfat milk. That’s all there is to it. I need a change. I’m a new, interesting exciting person, and my eating habits need to reflect it. My dairy world is being shifted.
As I stared at the two bright pills on the table, an absurd idea struck my mind. I looked nervously at the man in front of me, his malicious smile haunting my mind. I stalled him, making a diversion long enough to switch the deadly pills in front of us.
He would never know.
If he did, it would be too late.
His heart would stop.
And mine would continue beating as I laugh.
switching as the day goes on. to and fro with the wind an leaves as you run through.
what am i writing?
dont think just write.
i cant not think my mind overpowers everytime i try, its too difficult for me and i dont know why.
hey, that rhymed.
Her mind was possessed by a watch she had claimed was her mother’s long ago. When they used to get along, they would often times turn the time backwards and try to figure which time zone the other was reading. But then, of course, her mind was her own and not her mother’s.
I feel like switching roles with someone. I wish we could be switching out negative thoughts for positive ones. I think switching can be both good and bad. That is, if you switch for the good. Switching for the bad is bad news. Don’t do it. But if I’m switching I hope its for something better
sometimes I wonder what it would be like to switch places with someone else. My life is so hectic, so busy…and I wonder how other people would handle it, and how I would handle living someone else’s life. What would other people think of my schedule? Would they think I’m crazy? Would I be miserable in someone else’s shoes? I wonder if I’d appreciate my busy life if I tried to live someone else’s uneventful life. I’m sure no one would be able to handle everything that I do without going crazy!
Switching places. Switchum partnersum. Turning, turning, turning through the years. Snow White stitching up the circuit board, synapse slipping through the open doors. Switch it.
dont think just write.
switching in my brain are the gears trying to force me into this mind of writing just what i think. my hands are too slow. and inaccurate. i cant think at the same rate of my hands, i cant think that slowly. strangely. inspiration comes from the strange. the strange is just your mind not wanting to switch. your mind doesnt want to switch to the different of the strange. but the switching itself is what makes you better and more open. opening is the real switching.
I have switched many things in my life. Switching a class, switching a light, a dream a job a color a jacket a friend a man a life a love a world a dream. I switch all the time, and I always will. Such is the life i live.
Switching my life would accomplish nothing; it would mean i am not who i am now, and probably change where i am or even where i should be; it would not necessarily mean i have done more or less with my life, it would mean i have less when it came to family, although it would be different and i would know nothing else than what is and was and will be.
Switching from hand to hand was the hardest part. Changing from the arms of the baby to that of the old man, jumping from person to person was like dying and being reborn, only to die and move on again. I could feel the life force behind each of them, ebbing and flowing uniquely. Once it was over, I could feel each of their lives pulsating within my breast, urging me to accomplish their passions and goals they had been unable to complete in life.
I keep switching moods and ideas. It’s like nothing is simple. I know its worth it and blahblah, but man it SUCKS to be like this. I love him, but seeing him down like this, it hurts me too. And the disappointment of everything recently makes it worse for both of us. Switching back would be nice.
the idea of changing your mind and not thinking about it. Being fickle but maybe following your instincts. Sometimes switching can hurt someone because it means you have gone in a different direction but it is the direction that is right for you.
i always thought that switching on the lights in the middle of the night was a very dangerous thing to do because i might have woken my parents up, you see we had a very small house.
The time has come. I am switching from a mediocre telecommunication provider to another (even more) mediocre telecommunication provider. The reason for switching is because there are supposed savings to enjoy. Oh well.
A switch is what I need. Switching, a perfect word for me today. I need something interesting, some sort of break in the monotony of my life. It would be nice to switch with someone else for a while, not for long, and just for fun. Anything good to break this monotony would be amazing.
I don’t like switching my loyalties from friend to friend. We all have to sit on the same kitchen floor eating the same pizza and then later put our heads on the pillows that listen to every poem as it forms between us, verses climbing like ivy over our friendship.
I associate this word with Will Smith. Remember that song “switch” he wrote way back when? I still have that song on my iPod because, really, it’s a classic. aayyyyyy aayyyyy turn around now!! oh la la laaaa
He kept switching back and forth between glances at her chest and legs. She noticed his eyes dart and she hid her smile, which was soft and delicate like peaches in winter. He wanted to move up to her but there were people between them and when he reached where she was she was gone.
Switching roles was difficult. The understudy had waited his whole career for this part, but now that it was staring him in the face, he wasn’t sure he could do it. He feared failure. Little did he know that success was right around the corner.
I love switching things without people noticing. It’s so fun!
The way they look when they find something missing, or when they see that someone else has their things. Oh it’s just so funny!
Luckily no one ever switched my things. I would be very very mad with them if they did.
I didn’t decide until I felt it was worth the repercussions to do so. It took a long time. I did love you. I love you both. BUt you can’t keep switching your fundmanetal character, your ideals, your opinions of me, of every superflorus thing.
We hurried into the dirty bathroom, not hesitating to check if anybody was coming. We had to be fast, knowing that they were on our tail. Annabelle pulled off her shirt and threw it at me as I tossed my blouse towards her
My mind keeps switching… I keep thinking what I want to be and the next day I want something else. I can never stick. But is that a bad thing? Maybe its good to be undecided… fickle… is that the word? I guess so. People will just have to accept the fact that I can’t make up my mind about big things because I’m scared!
I switched skating coaches from DJ to Angela to Gretchen to Laura. Switching changes something from one thing to another. There’s a difference (for some reason) between changing and switching. I don’t know why. But you don’t switch your clothes; you change your close. Switching goes from one thing to another thing in the same category, or it is in some way replacing it. Changing implies that the original thing is done with, and is being replaced. I think.
LUDWIG AND SOPHIA HELD HANDS AS THEY WALKED TO THE CAR. WHEN THEY ARRIVED, LUDWIG LET GO OF HER POLISHED FINGERS AND DUG FOR HIS
my perspective is moving like big fluffy white clouds on a summer’s day. my feelings for you are dissipating.
of course you would find some one.
and of course she would be married.
i held onto hope like a life raft but now i see you were always really drowning yourself.
Switching houses was a pain in the ass. It was even more painful to switch roommates.
But I think what sucked the most was switching out my old life for a new one.
The best part is, switching things around actually helped me grow. And in the end, it was for my good. I couldn’t be happier now. Don’t be afraid to switch.
I am switching to lowfat milk. That’s all there is to it. I need a change. I’m a new, interesting exciting person, and my eating habits need to reflect it. My dairy world is being shifted.
As I stared at the two bright pills on the table, an absurd idea struck my mind. I looked nervously at the man in front of me, his malicious smile haunting my mind. I stalled him, making a diversion long enough to switch the deadly pills in front of us.
He would never know.
If he did, it would be too late.
His heart would stop.
And mine would continue beating as I laugh.
switching as the day goes on. to and fro with the wind an leaves as you run through.
what am i writing?
dont think just write.
i cant not think my mind overpowers everytime i try, its too difficult for me and i dont know why.
hey, that rhymed.
Her mind was possessed by a watch she had claimed was her mother’s long ago. When they used to get along, they would often times turn the time backwards and try to figure which time zone the other was reading. But then, of course, her mind was her own and not her mother’s.
I feel like switching roles with someone. I wish we could be switching out negative thoughts for positive ones. I think switching can be both good and bad. That is, if you switch for the good. Switching for the bad is bad news. Don’t do it. But if I’m switching I hope its for something better
sometimes I wonder what it would be like to switch places with someone else. My life is so hectic, so busy…and I wonder how other people would handle it, and how I would handle living someone else’s life. What would other people think of my schedule? Would they think I’m crazy? Would I be miserable in someone else’s shoes? I wonder if I’d appreciate my busy life if I tried to live someone else’s uneventful life. I’m sure no one would be able to handle everything that I do without going crazy!
Switching places. Switchum partnersum. Turning, turning, turning through the years. Snow White stitching up the circuit board, synapse slipping through the open doors. Switch it.
dont think just write.
switching in my brain are the gears trying to force me into this mind of writing just what i think. my hands are too slow. and inaccurate. i cant think at the same rate of my hands, i cant think that slowly. strangely. inspiration comes from the strange. the strange is just your mind not wanting to switch. your mind doesnt want to switch to the different of the strange. but the switching itself is what makes you better and more open. opening is the real switching.
Switching gears,screeching to a halt, at a crossroads it seems.
Do I play it safe or push the pedal to the metal aux chase down my dreams?
i don’t know what switchin means but it sounds weird. I guess i should look it up in the dictionary.
I have switched many things in my life. Switching a class, switching a light, a dream a job a color a jacket a friend a man a life a love a world a dream. I switch all the time, and I always will. Such is the life i live.
Switching my life would accomplish nothing; it would mean i am not who i am now, and probably change where i am or even where i should be; it would not necessarily mean i have done more or less with my life, it would mean i have less when it came to family, although it would be different and i would know nothing else than what is and was and will be.
Switching from hand to hand was the hardest part. Changing from the arms of the baby to that of the old man, jumping from person to person was like dying and being reborn, only to die and move on again. I could feel the life force behind each of them, ebbing and flowing uniquely. Once it was over, I could feel each of their lives pulsating within my breast, urging me to accomplish their passions and goals they had been unable to complete in life.
She was switching her fragrance every morning, so he had thought she was a different attendant every time.
I keep switching moods and ideas. It’s like nothing is simple. I know its worth it and blahblah, but man it SUCKS to be like this. I love him, but seeing him down like this, it hurts me too. And the disappointment of everything recently makes it worse for both of us. Switching back would be nice.
the idea of changing your mind and not thinking about it. Being fickle but maybe following your instincts. Sometimes switching can hurt someone because it means you have gone in a different direction but it is the direction that is right for you.
i always thought that switching on the lights in the middle of the night was a very dangerous thing to do because i might have woken my parents up, you see we had a very small house.
The time has come. I am switching from a mediocre telecommunication provider to another (even more) mediocre telecommunication provider. The reason for switching is because there are supposed savings to enjoy. Oh well.
Switch teams.
What?
Go to bat in another state.
Huh?
I said, pick a side.
But . . .
just not the side you’re on.
This doesn’t make any sense.
A switch is what I need. Switching, a perfect word for me today. I need something interesting, some sort of break in the monotony of my life. It would be nice to switch with someone else for a while, not for long, and just for fun. Anything good to break this monotony would be amazing.
she was constantly switching her feelings, exchanging heartache for anger, hurtfulness for hopefulness, and in all of it she just lost the truth.
I don’t like switching my loyalties from friend to friend. We all have to sit on the same kitchen floor eating the same pizza and then later put our heads on the pillows that listen to every poem as it forms between us, verses climbing like ivy over our friendship.
I associate this word with Will Smith. Remember that song “switch” he wrote way back when? I still have that song on my iPod because, really, it’s a classic. aayyyyyy aayyyyy turn around now!! oh la la laaaa
Her broken body convulsed. Switched. Doe. Human. Doe. Human. Again. Again. Again.
Jo sat there next to her, watching her head, her arm, her hoof, jerk and spasm, smashing repeatedly against the concrete.
He didn’t think she was going to make it this time.
switching is what happens when you see the light is off, and you want to turn it on. That’s basically what it is.
He kept switching back and forth between glances at her chest and legs. She noticed his eyes dart and she hid her smile, which was soft and delicate like peaches in winter. He wanted to move up to her but there were people between them and when he reached where she was she was gone.
Ducks from the side of the road make really great gifts along side a hand written notes.
Switching: When people change up and make things different. They switch how they think and their thoughts are now completely different.
Switching roles was difficult. The understudy had waited his whole career for this part, but now that it was staring him in the face, he wasn’t sure he could do it. He feared failure. Little did he know that success was right around the corner.
I love switching things without people noticing. It’s so fun!
The way they look when they find something missing, or when they see that someone else has their things. Oh it’s just so funny!
Luckily no one ever switched my things. I would be very very mad with them if they did.
I didn’t decide until I felt it was worth the repercussions to do so. It took a long time. I did love you. I love you both. BUt you can’t keep switching your fundmanetal character, your ideals, your opinions of me, of every superflorus thing.
light switch, switching lanes, switching seats, swithcing places, switching clothing, one thing tot he next, swapping, trading places
We hurried into the dirty bathroom, not hesitating to check if anybody was coming. We had to be fast, knowing that they were on our tail. Annabelle pulled off her shirt and threw it at me as I tossed my blouse towards her
I glance back.
Blinker on.
Switch lanes faster than you switch lies.
I bite my lip.
Time to wipe my eyes.
You’re standing there.
There’s a bag at your side.
Time to switch lies again.
My mind keeps switching… I keep thinking what I want to be and the next day I want something else. I can never stick. But is that a bad thing? Maybe its good to be undecided… fickle… is that the word? I guess so. People will just have to accept the fact that I can’t make up my mind about big things because I’m scared!
Switching those children at birth was not a good idea.
Not a good idea at all.
But it was done and now we would all have to live with the consequences.