I am a storm child with quite a temper. I used to throw major tantrums as a child; I suppose I still do — they’ve just changed form now. My mother used to tell me stories about my tantrums as a small child. I wonder what could frustrate a toddler so much, and why it has persisted for over 50 years.
i have a horrible temper, i get mad too easily. I cant control it.
I wish i could find a way to make things easier for me.
my rage just fills and i have no idea what i’m doing.
screaming.
crying.
yelling.
HELP.
she has the firey personality of a building exploding – yet she is able to channel her temper into a place of peace through thinking and perspective. When she lets her temper have free rein it is force to behold
I have a temper. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I feel like I am supposed to be a nice person who never gets angry. That is just not true. I don’t throw temper tantrums, unless you want to consider the ones inside; the ones you don’t see.
like fusion and blood with traces of venom
tickle the furls
of my aging frame temper
it cuddles my story and subtly embers
like the hollow of time
is my long set temper
Temperance. Never really like that card. I don’t recall which number it is. Higher than The Fool and lower than The World that’s for sure! Worst of the Major Arcana without “the” in the name. Judgement judges it to be incredibly shitty.
anger, hate, when I don’t get to see my boyfriend I feel tempermental
When I can’t visit my mom this is how I feel.
why am I on this site, it’s making me think angry thoughts.
I don’t even know what I am supposed to be writing to be honest.
temper sucks, I hate getting mad, I hate being angry, I’m going to listen to some calm music now, you big jerks!
I have a bad one they say, the bipolar rings throughout my actions, happy, angry, angry…anger always remains. Temper, distemper, they’d kill a dog if it had distemper, why not me? Why is my life better than a dog’s? we both act the same.
i didn’t mean to lose my temper, i should have stopped to breathe and think. i didn’t know that saying those things would hurt you enough to make you leave me. i’m anxious and deeply regretful. please come home.
My dad has an awful temper. Sometimes I wonder if I have one too. I hope not. It haunts me sometimes. Wow, 60 seconds is longer than I thought it was. Let’s see…. tempers are scary things. They can get out of control. But can someone who’s always carefree care about stuff? I think so. It’s a matter of training.
He shouted at the top of his black lungs, “How dare you Anna! I trusted you to get in that cab!” His hairless face turned 30 different shades of crimson. “I believe your temper is getting out of hand, Ronald. I didn’t get in the cab because I was busy cheating on you.” Anna replied, venom leaking from her voice.
he was so angry. it was only in the moment, i could tell, however his anger was outrageous. let it pass i told him. let it be as the beatles would say. stop yelling and kiss me.
she had a temper, a red-hot temper. she hated it. it could not be controlled and it drove away lovers and friends over her entire lifetime. if only she could conquer her temper, all would be well. but alas, it was not so. for just as she caught it, damn! she’d lose it again!
Knowing the shorter woman’s temper, she wasn’t expecting it to be so hard to hear her speak softly, voice full of pain about how she messed up, how she hurt her, and that the woman that he loved was now as physically scarred as herself. Through the tears, the other Dreamers listened to the other woman’s words, and gave HER support. It was more than she was expecting from anyone.
I have a relatively controlled temper and I hate when I get angry, I mother fucking hate it! Whenever I get pissed off as shit I just want to punch something in the face! One time I kicked a whole in my wall and broke my foot; WORTH IT! I have a very controlled temper.
some people have a really bad temper and others dont. when i think of temper i first think of children because when they are young they dont know how to control their temper as well as MOST adults; i say most because there are some that dont know how to hold their temper as good as children.
temper was like boiling hot water that rose to the surface and beyond. it caused destruction everywhere, setting fire to every little insignificant thing that passes. temper was like ice cold water that froze the world wherever it went, causing dullness and nothingness.
You lost your cool; throwing the inanimate in my direction. Your wick burns quickly and I am wax, diminished by your flare. I don’t want to be like you, but when I, too, spill, I blister.
The temper is rising,
I mean it- it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
You
You
You;
Yet you’re angry all the time
No one’s fault but mine,
I know all the kinds you like
So come on,
Let’s ride.
anger . mad people mad at events mad at others mad at circumstance. mad at rudeness, madness caused by anothers drunkness. rage. try to hold it in but that why its called a tantrum. pure anger. fights
your a bitch with your temper. i cant deal with it. and when you look at me with that vengeance..you need a reality check. a big one too. you cant treat people how you do. its not fair to the rest of us. get rid of that temper, i dont need your mood swings. i cant deal with that added stress.
rage coursing through my veins like ice but fire fire desire such a liar indecent, trials and enigmatic yesterdays or unjustifiable bouts of –oh such a sweet tempered girl with the pearls in her hair the oysters she killed the demons she paired the
i think i have a temper. i pretend like i don’t, i act like i don’t care, but really everything is just building inside of me, stacking like a tower mushing into the sides of my brain until i explode on someone who doesn’t deserve it.
I think that temper is one’s way to express themselves through anger all the way to happiness. It can also effect another person’s temper, making them angry or happy.
what do we have when we lose all control? heh. it’s like handcuffs or something along those lines. We have the handcuffs and we have the power to put them on ourselves and throw ourselves in jail, yet sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we let ourselves run wild. A mad dog off the leash. This is temper. You can lose it, sure, but it always comes back. Be your own master. Don’t be the dog. Control it.
I feel the anger swelling up in me again, and I know that I have lost myself. This temper, this rage comes from the deep dark place I try to hide form everyone. Even myself. What must I do to keep it from hurting someone els. I watch my hand raise itself, and strike her. I can hear the tunnels her scream, but I can not blame self. It is unstoppable.
When spray tans rub off unevenly.
When people tell me half of what they’re thinking.
When someone doesn’t like me.
When I lose again and again.
When people play horror movies and I can hear the blood.
Temper tantrums, fits of fury thrown by children and adults all the same. I want what you want, no you can’t have that, but I want it. Everyone wants what they can’t have, don’t have, absolutely do not need. Control myself, tie it down, think of the consequences and responsibilities I have. Think of yourself before you speak, act, do. Keep your logic in check. I want you, but no. I can’t have you.
temperment. is that even a word?
how much tolerance people have for something. this is turning into a definition. the tempest. words about behavior and thoughts and tolerance. the amount you can tolerate something. i dont know what kind of temper i have. seems to be fairly reasonable. temper trap is amazing. oh i somehow can keep typing. more seconds. i have a good temper. this is definitely the wrong kind of thing to write. temperature. my temper depends on the subject. i have a short temper about some things, not so much about others.
She lost her temper the way she always did. The fire in her eyes was only masked by her tears of rage. Gripping the broken bat hard enough to turn her knuckles white, she repeated unleashed her wrath on her victim.
The edge of the blade glowed like something from another world by the light of the forge. It might as well be from another world, it was certainly the height of technology, nothing matched it. Carbonized steel, folded 200 times and tempered by the hottest fire.
Falling always, sort of hiding
Who I could be instead
Breaking down these walls that keep me
Trapped between happiness and myself
Quiet, loud, in between.
Nothing at all can change it
All of the sudden I thought my temper would get the best of me, instead i held tight and got control. My mother, who should have been there in support, instead was the cause of my angst. How could she, I thought to myself, be that unkind.
“If you’re Irish, why don’t you have a temper?” My Chilean friend asked me while a boar’s head promenaded past us. And I just had to laugh. I might have grown out of it, or it might just be biding its time. I pity the person who it runs out on.
I am a storm child with quite a temper. I used to throw major tantrums as a child; I suppose I still do — they’ve just changed form now. My mother used to tell me stories about my tantrums as a small child. I wonder what could frustrate a toddler so much, and why it has persisted for over 50 years.
i have a horrible temper, i get mad too easily. I cant control it.
I wish i could find a way to make things easier for me.
my rage just fills and i have no idea what i’m doing.
screaming.
crying.
yelling.
HELP.
she has the firey personality of a building exploding – yet she is able to channel her temper into a place of peace through thinking and perspective. When she lets her temper have free rein it is force to behold
I have a temper. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I feel like I am supposed to be a nice person who never gets angry. That is just not true. I don’t throw temper tantrums, unless you want to consider the ones inside; the ones you don’t see.
like fusion and blood with traces of venom
tickle the furls
of my aging frame temper
it cuddles my story and subtly embers
like the hollow of time
is my long set temper
People can have a bad temper, a good temper or just an inbetween one but it only takes a small thing to change it all together.
Temperance. Never really like that card. I don’t recall which number it is. Higher than The Fool and lower than The World that’s for sure! Worst of the Major Arcana without “the” in the name. Judgement judges it to be incredibly shitty.
there was no way this could be happening. i felt the blood boiling underneath my skin, as if i were about to burst.
anger, hate, when I don’t get to see my boyfriend I feel tempermental
When I can’t visit my mom this is how I feel.
why am I on this site, it’s making me think angry thoughts.
I don’t even know what I am supposed to be writing to be honest.
temper sucks, I hate getting mad, I hate being angry, I’m going to listen to some calm music now, you big jerks!
I have a bad one they say, the bipolar rings throughout my actions, happy, angry, angry…anger always remains. Temper, distemper, they’d kill a dog if it had distemper, why not me? Why is my life better than a dog’s? we both act the same.
hes temper grew looking in between the bushes at his love. watching her step grow closer to his friend temper grew and
i didn’t mean to lose my temper, i should have stopped to breathe and think. i didn’t know that saying those things would hurt you enough to make you leave me. i’m anxious and deeply regretful. please come home.
My dad has an awful temper. Sometimes I wonder if I have one too. I hope not. It haunts me sometimes. Wow, 60 seconds is longer than I thought it was. Let’s see…. tempers are scary things. They can get out of control. But can someone who’s always carefree care about stuff? I think so. It’s a matter of training.
He shouted at the top of his black lungs, “How dare you Anna! I trusted you to get in that cab!” His hairless face turned 30 different shades of crimson. “I believe your temper is getting out of hand, Ronald. I didn’t get in the cab because I was busy cheating on you.” Anna replied, venom leaking from her voice.
he was so angry. it was only in the moment, i could tell, however his anger was outrageous. let it pass i told him. let it be as the beatles would say. stop yelling and kiss me.
trap.
One really great song featured in the excellent movie: 500 Days of Summer.
That’s about it.
she had a temper, a red-hot temper. she hated it. it could not be controlled and it drove away lovers and friends over her entire lifetime. if only she could conquer her temper, all would be well. but alas, it was not so. for just as she caught it, damn! she’d lose it again!
Knowing the shorter woman’s temper, she wasn’t expecting it to be so hard to hear her speak softly, voice full of pain about how she messed up, how she hurt her, and that the woman that he loved was now as physically scarred as herself. Through the tears, the other Dreamers listened to the other woman’s words, and gave HER support. It was more than she was expecting from anyone.
I have a relatively controlled temper and I hate when I get angry, I mother fucking hate it! Whenever I get pissed off as shit I just want to punch something in the face! One time I kicked a whole in my wall and broke my foot; WORTH IT! I have a very controlled temper.
some people have a really bad temper and others dont. when i think of temper i first think of children because when they are young they dont know how to control their temper as well as MOST adults; i say most because there are some that dont know how to hold their temper as good as children.
temper was like boiling hot water that rose to the surface and beyond. it caused destruction everywhere, setting fire to every little insignificant thing that passes. temper was like ice cold water that froze the world wherever it went, causing dullness and nothingness.
You lost your cool; throwing the inanimate in my direction. Your wick burns quickly and I am wax, diminished by your flare. I don’t want to be like you, but when I, too, spill, I blister.
The temper is rising,
I mean it- it’s binding
I’ve been compromising for you
You
You
You;
Yet you’re angry all the time
No one’s fault but mine,
I know all the kinds you like
So come on,
Let’s ride.
i have acquired a temper lately. i assume things and act out. I’ve become to defensive and my thinking is faulty because of it.
anger . mad people mad at events mad at others mad at circumstance. mad at rudeness, madness caused by anothers drunkness. rage. try to hold it in but that why its called a tantrum. pure anger. fights
your a bitch with your temper. i cant deal with it. and when you look at me with that vengeance..you need a reality check. a big one too. you cant treat people how you do. its not fair to the rest of us. get rid of that temper, i dont need your mood swings. i cant deal with that added stress.
rage coursing through my veins like ice but fire fire desire such a liar indecent, trials and enigmatic yesterdays or unjustifiable bouts of –oh such a sweet tempered girl with the pearls in her hair the oysters she killed the demons she paired the
Uncontrollable, unpredictable, loud, angry, hot, red, chaotic, random, emotional, hurt, pain, backstabbing, temper
i think i have a temper. i pretend like i don’t, i act like i don’t care, but really everything is just building inside of me, stacking like a tower mushing into the sides of my brain until i explode on someone who doesn’t deserve it.
I think that temper is one’s way to express themselves through anger all the way to happiness. It can also effect another person’s temper, making them angry or happy.
what do we have when we lose all control? heh. it’s like handcuffs or something along those lines. We have the handcuffs and we have the power to put them on ourselves and throw ourselves in jail, yet sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we let ourselves run wild. A mad dog off the leash. This is temper. You can lose it, sure, but it always comes back. Be your own master. Don’t be the dog. Control it.
I feel the anger swelling up in me again, and I know that I have lost myself. This temper, this rage comes from the deep dark place I try to hide form everyone. Even myself. What must I do to keep it from hurting someone els. I watch my hand raise itself, and strike her. I can hear the tunnels her scream, but I can not blame self. It is unstoppable.
Things that make me lose my temper:
When spray tans rub off unevenly.
When people tell me half of what they’re thinking.
When someone doesn’t like me.
When I lose again and again.
When people play horror movies and I can hear the blood.
Temper tantrums, fits of fury thrown by children and adults all the same. I want what you want, no you can’t have that, but I want it. Everyone wants what they can’t have, don’t have, absolutely do not need. Control myself, tie it down, think of the consequences and responsibilities I have. Think of yourself before you speak, act, do. Keep your logic in check. I want you, but no. I can’t have you.
temperment. is that even a word?
how much tolerance people have for something. this is turning into a definition. the tempest. words about behavior and thoughts and tolerance. the amount you can tolerate something. i dont know what kind of temper i have. seems to be fairly reasonable. temper trap is amazing. oh i somehow can keep typing. more seconds. i have a good temper. this is definitely the wrong kind of thing to write. temperature. my temper depends on the subject. i have a short temper about some things, not so much about others.
She lost her temper the way she always did. The fire in her eyes was only masked by her tears of rage. Gripping the broken bat hard enough to turn her knuckles white, she repeated unleashed her wrath on her victim.
The edge of the blade glowed like something from another world by the light of the forge. It might as well be from another world, it was certainly the height of technology, nothing matched it. Carbonized steel, folded 200 times and tempered by the hottest fire.
Temperament
Falling always, sort of hiding
Who I could be instead
Breaking down these walls that keep me
Trapped between happiness and myself
Quiet, loud, in between.
Nothing at all can change it
All of the sudden I thought my temper would get the best of me, instead i held tight and got control. My mother, who should have been there in support, instead was the cause of my angst. How could she, I thought to myself, be that unkind.
“If you’re Irish, why don’t you have a temper?” My Chilean friend asked me while a boar’s head promenaded past us. And I just had to laugh. I might have grown out of it, or it might just be biding its time. I pity the person who it runs out on.