i would steal to save the family any day of the weak thievery is just misunderstood. most thieves have a reason for their thievery. take aladdin all the kid did was grow up in a bad part of town so he had to get by gotta eat to live gotta steal to eat that was his motto and honestly i got no problem with that especially with corporations today u only steal from them
The thief had stolen into my life, leaving me unaware, blinded by what I convinced my feeble minded heart to be true love. Who was I to think that such a handsome man would want anything to do with a lowly girl like me? Who was I to think he was after anything besides my money? ‘Foolish girl’ I scolded myself ‘You brought this all on yourself.”
You stole my heart, you know that? You’re tricky though. I didn’t really see it coming. You slowly made me fall for you, unintentionally of course, and then you stole my heart, right from where it belongs. You dirty, amazing, douchy, beautiful thief.
A thief. One of the scariest things you can encounter. You’re walking up the steps towards your apartment-crick, creak, crick, eerily familiar- when grasped violently around the shoulders and pushed down onto the the stairs, the wind knocked out of you, and you’re left gasping for air.
stealing clothes and items from my house.. sneaky, shady, not good. bad. scary. someone you dont know.. trying to get something valuable.. trying not to get caught.
i was a thief once, hahah i use to come up big at the mall now that im looking at my clothes its basically all stolen ahahha jk its all a lie, but if you think about it, if i lied it makes me a thief because not only did i lie but i stole the truth!
A cunning, stealthy individual who exercises the naivety and exploits peoples lack of awareness to steal their belongings. Usually in a way so they can profit from the act.
Thief an undefined word accused of or left alone thought of in the worst way. taken, stolen, bombarded, and abused you didnt choose the right path so lifes left you one big bruise. You lost the game but at least you fought the war.
There are thieves in the world other than just the obvious ones who steal materialistic goods. There are thieves of the heart. Many men don’t realize that they are these kinds of thieves. Mine forgets every day. Sometimes it is a good thing that the heart is stolen away into some kind of ephemeral happiness. Sometimes its a weakness.
He was nothing more than just a thief. He was just like those in jail. But his bars were his heart. He’s trapped inside his own heart. His own fate waiting self misery. Where was I? Trying my hardest to walk away without looking back because he told me to.
“Thief, thief! Stop him,” I’d hear her cry as I flew out the window with her kiss upon my lips and her name in my soul. I stole her fire to light my own bleak borne and I’d never let them catch me in the dark ever again.
A good thief and a bad thief; the difference is surprising, you only hear about the bad thieves while you never learn of the good ones. A bad thief is known for his daring robberies and escapes; a good thief, you’ll never know anything’s been stolen, much less by whom.
“Fuck you!”
I ran across the room, evading thrown bottles and any other garbage my mother could get ahold of. Oh, relations were such a wonderful thing, as I discovered long ago. Not only did they keep your lonely home company, but they also played thief onto your most personal thoughts and freedoms. Nothing was more welcoming than an outsider welcoming themselves into
A thief is someone who steals things. These things don’t belong to them. You can be a thief who steals items from stores. A thief is not trustworthy and very sneaky.
stole it right out of my hand!!
how dare he!!
that was my last one!!
i bought those esspecially for me.
my little brother is always doing things like that.
one day im gonna get him when he least expects it.
My eyes flicked open, to meet my safe, familiar ceiling. A stretch of pale white, stained blue in the darkness of the room. The room was warm from the summer air, the blanket held so tight in the winter long since shoved off of my sleeping form. Such settings often invite security. But not on this night. Though the room was warm, my body was frozen, all feelings of safety stolen away by as though taken by a macabre thief in the night.
Like a thief in the night, candy thief in the supermarket dropping ghost quarters into the white tin coin box and carefully, patiently selecting which candies to take as if I were a paying customer who had nothing to fear.
many different types of people can become thieves. they can steal because they want to take what is not theirs. or they can steal because they are desperate. thief sounds like … leaf. the spelling’s kinda weird. it doesn’t even look like english. the
the number of times he stole my heart was unimaginable. i remember the first time i really saw him, the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the slowly setting sun, the way his brown hair was nonchalantly swept to one side. i can’t stop thinking about him, about our few shared words. i am the girl with the long brown hair, the blue eyes, the freckled skin. do you see me?
I was walking down the street and this guy came up behind me and stole my purse, I though ONE thing… THIEF! So I chased him down and tackled him to see where he was going with my purse, turns out he just wanted to fix it. So it took it to a craft store and fixed it. I thanked him a million times and told him that we should meet for coffee. He agreed, and to this day we are friends, friends by fixing up a strangers purse. Man, what a nice guy! One night he came over for dinner, and guess what I saw him doing? Stealing my wallet, he was a scam artiest. JERK!
she said, boy, you’re a thief.
and instead, he simply laughed;
smiled at the ground as she exhaled something close to resolve,
and when he began to walk, she did not follow.
Someone stole my heart once.
Never thought he could do it.
I had kept it so close to me, but he knew just how to shimmy past the lock.
Sometimes we forget that it only takes one second to let something happen.
This was big.
I never thought he could do it.
Someone stole my heart once.
I am a thief.
I dont steal physical things…
I only want to steal your soul.
I want nothing more than to see you suffer,
and to watch you cry as your family dies.
I am a thief.
I’l steal your soul if you let me.
I am a thief…
and my name is Satan.
a person that goes around and takes things that arent theirs. assholes people that have no concideraderation for others, or perople that don’t go out to attain things for themselves so they steal from others and call it their own, without remorse or thought. thoes are theives
thieves can be sneaky.
liars are thieves, thieves are liars.
No one has a real excuse for being one, except personal greed and self-satisfaction.
Thieves can steal in a multitude of ways, whether it be stealing and emotion, thought, or idea; or a physical belonging.
He was cunning. A quick, precise jab in and out of the pocket always did the trick. Then, he vanished, with the darkness of the quiet night enveloping his path.
thief, i steal from my own self my potential, i steal here complacently, the ultimate betrayal, from inside, pierced and percieved. Like stealing fire from gods, in the end it’s just a burning stick. How precarious and fragile. How passionate and hungry. Better hope it doesn’t rain.
thiefs crawl threw the day and night everywhere we go we dont know who they are all we know is they are out there, we could associate with them every day but they only come out at night
Thief. Thief’s take things, right? Well, what if a thief takes something…but something no one can see? What if someone stole your heart, are they considered a thief? When you think about it, we’re all thieves stealing hearts and selling them for tears.
You stole my heart. The minute I saw you, the minute you looked me in the eyes and spoke to me with your soft, sure voice. Then I tried to stop thinking about you, I tried to take back what was mine. But you just stole it right back again, time after time after time. But in the end, you paid me back with yours.
Thief: someone who steals from another.
Thief: someone who doesn’t see value in things.
Thief: someone who doesn’t respect others and their hard work to become successful in life.
Thief: someone who is selfish.
You stole my heart, you little thief. You said you would protect it, it would be safe in your hands. But you lie. You lie like a traitor and you steal like a thief. You stole my heart and never looked back.
he is back. I slept soundly all these nights but he is back again. I dream of happy, then black. Just black. Then bam, evil thoughts and scary sounds. why? why does he rob me of my dreams…
As he struggled to find some kind of hand hold or footing, Jensen felt as though he were being punished…maybe for being a thief. Taking the vodka bottle and device from the pile of bones might have triggered some bigger calamity in the making for his existence…like for example, the fix he found himself in at the moment. Nawwww…never happened he sighed to himself as he took a breather from his struggles.
He stalks around my yard. He tries to loosen the window but its stuck. He paces then to my back yard. The backdoor glooms into his sight. He tries the knob. Unlocked. Perfect.
thief comes in the house and steals all of our money. I have no idea what to do. I’m crying, crouched down, hiding from this man. Who is he? Why us? Why is this happening? I wish someone would come find us, save us. Please someone please.
i would steal to save the family any day of the weak thievery is just misunderstood. most thieves have a reason for their thievery. take aladdin all the kid did was grow up in a bad part of town so he had to get by gotta eat to live gotta steal to eat that was his motto and honestly i got no problem with that especially with corporations today u only steal from them
The thief had stolen into my life, leaving me unaware, blinded by what I convinced my feeble minded heart to be true love. Who was I to think that such a handsome man would want anything to do with a lowly girl like me? Who was I to think he was after anything besides my money? ‘Foolish girl’ I scolded myself ‘You brought this all on yourself.”
You stole my heart, you know that? You’re tricky though. I didn’t really see it coming. You slowly made me fall for you, unintentionally of course, and then you stole my heart, right from where it belongs. You dirty, amazing, douchy, beautiful thief.
A thief. One of the scariest things you can encounter. You’re walking up the steps towards your apartment-crick, creak, crick, eerily familiar- when grasped violently around the shoulders and pushed down onto the the stairs, the wind knocked out of you, and you’re left gasping for air.
stealing clothes and items from my house.. sneaky, shady, not good. bad. scary. someone you dont know.. trying to get something valuable.. trying not to get caught.
i was a thief once, hahah i use to come up big at the mall now that im looking at my clothes its basically all stolen ahahha jk its all a lie, but if you think about it, if i lied it makes me a thief because not only did i lie but i stole the truth!
A cunning, stealthy individual who exercises the naivety and exploits peoples lack of awareness to steal their belongings. Usually in a way so they can profit from the act.
Thief an undefined word accused of or left alone thought of in the worst way. taken, stolen, bombarded, and abused you didnt choose the right path so lifes left you one big bruise. You lost the game but at least you fought the war.
We run down the street, giddy with our daring, stolen milkshake buttons in our hands. The sun beats down, we are young, we are free.
There are thieves in the world other than just the obvious ones who steal materialistic goods. There are thieves of the heart. Many men don’t realize that they are these kinds of thieves. Mine forgets every day. Sometimes it is a good thing that the heart is stolen away into some kind of ephemeral happiness. Sometimes its a weakness.
He was nothing more than just a thief. He was just like those in jail. But his bars were his heart. He’s trapped inside his own heart. His own fate waiting self misery. Where was I? Trying my hardest to walk away without looking back because he told me to.
“Thief, thief! Stop him,” I’d hear her cry as I flew out the window with her kiss upon my lips and her name in my soul. I stole her fire to light my own bleak borne and I’d never let them catch me in the dark ever again.
A good thief and a bad thief; the difference is surprising, you only hear about the bad thieves while you never learn of the good ones. A bad thief is known for his daring robberies and escapes; a good thief, you’ll never know anything’s been stolen, much less by whom.
“Fuck you!”
I ran across the room, evading thrown bottles and any other garbage my mother could get ahold of. Oh, relations were such a wonderful thing, as I discovered long ago. Not only did they keep your lonely home company, but they also played thief onto your most personal thoughts and freedoms. Nothing was more welcoming than an outsider welcoming themselves into
A thief is someone who steals things. These things don’t belong to them. You can be a thief who steals items from stores. A thief is not trustworthy and very sneaky.
stole it right out of my hand!!
how dare he!!
that was my last one!!
i bought those esspecially for me.
my little brother is always doing things like that.
one day im gonna get him when he least expects it.
My eyes flicked open, to meet my safe, familiar ceiling. A stretch of pale white, stained blue in the darkness of the room. The room was warm from the summer air, the blanket held so tight in the winter long since shoved off of my sleeping form. Such settings often invite security. But not on this night. Though the room was warm, my body was frozen, all feelings of safety stolen away by as though taken by a macabre thief in the night.
Like a thief in the night, candy thief in the supermarket dropping ghost quarters into the white tin coin box and carefully, patiently selecting which candies to take as if I were a paying customer who had nothing to fear.
The thief creeped along the side of the house,looking for an inconspicuous opening.
many different types of people can become thieves. they can steal because they want to take what is not theirs. or they can steal because they are desperate. thief sounds like … leaf. the spelling’s kinda weird. it doesn’t even look like english. the
the number of times he stole my heart was unimaginable. i remember the first time i really saw him, the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the slowly setting sun, the way his brown hair was nonchalantly swept to one side. i can’t stop thinking about him, about our few shared words. i am the girl with the long brown hair, the blue eyes, the freckled skin. do you see me?
I was walking down the street and this guy came up behind me and stole my purse, I though ONE thing… THIEF! So I chased him down and tackled him to see where he was going with my purse, turns out he just wanted to fix it. So it took it to a craft store and fixed it. I thanked him a million times and told him that we should meet for coffee. He agreed, and to this day we are friends, friends by fixing up a strangers purse. Man, what a nice guy! One night he came over for dinner, and guess what I saw him doing? Stealing my wallet, he was a scam artiest. JERK!
she said, boy, you’re a thief.
and instead, he simply laughed;
smiled at the ground as she exhaled something close to resolve,
and when he began to walk, she did not follow.
Steal. Take.
Someone stole my heart once.
Never thought he could do it.
I had kept it so close to me, but he knew just how to shimmy past the lock.
Sometimes we forget that it only takes one second to let something happen.
This was big.
I never thought he could do it.
Someone stole my heart once.
I am a thief.
I dont steal physical things…
I only want to steal your soul.
I want nothing more than to see you suffer,
and to watch you cry as your family dies.
I am a thief.
I’l steal your soul if you let me.
I am a thief…
and my name is Satan.
a person that goes around and takes things that arent theirs. assholes people that have no concideraderation for others, or perople that don’t go out to attain things for themselves so they steal from others and call it their own, without remorse or thought. thoes are theives
thieves can be sneaky.
liars are thieves, thieves are liars.
No one has a real excuse for being one, except personal greed and self-satisfaction.
Thieves can steal in a multitude of ways, whether it be stealing and emotion, thought, or idea; or a physical belonging.
He was cunning. A quick, precise jab in and out of the pocket always did the trick. Then, he vanished, with the darkness of the quiet night enveloping his path.
thief, i steal from my own self my potential, i steal here complacently, the ultimate betrayal, from inside, pierced and percieved. Like stealing fire from gods, in the end it’s just a burning stick. How precarious and fragile. How passionate and hungry. Better hope it doesn’t rain.
thiefs crawl threw the day and night everywhere we go we dont know who they are all we know is they are out there, we could associate with them every day but they only come out at night
Thief. Thief’s take things, right? Well, what if a thief takes something…but something no one can see? What if someone stole your heart, are they considered a thief? When you think about it, we’re all thieves stealing hearts and selling them for tears.
You stole my heart. The minute I saw you, the minute you looked me in the eyes and spoke to me with your soft, sure voice. Then I tried to stop thinking about you, I tried to take back what was mine. But you just stole it right back again, time after time after time. But in the end, you paid me back with yours.
Thief: someone who steals from another.
Thief: someone who doesn’t see value in things.
Thief: someone who doesn’t respect others and their hard work to become successful in life.
Thief: someone who is selfish.
You stole my heart, you little thief. You said you would protect it, it would be safe in your hands. But you lie. You lie like a traitor and you steal like a thief. You stole my heart and never looked back.
blackness. that is all. my sight is gone. no light. no bright days. nothing. all i see is blackness. everyday. eternal night.
he is back. I slept soundly all these nights but he is back again. I dream of happy, then black. Just black. Then bam, evil thoughts and scary sounds. why? why does he rob me of my dreams…
As he struggled to find some kind of hand hold or footing, Jensen felt as though he were being punished…maybe for being a thief. Taking the vodka bottle and device from the pile of bones might have triggered some bigger calamity in the making for his existence…like for example, the fix he found himself in at the moment. Nawwww…never happened he sighed to himself as he took a breather from his struggles.
He stalks around my yard. He tries to loosen the window but its stuck. He paces then to my back yard. The backdoor glooms into his sight. He tries the knob. Unlocked. Perfect.
thief comes in the house and steals all of our money. I have no idea what to do. I’m crying, crouched down, hiding from this man. Who is he? Why us? Why is this happening? I wish someone would come find us, save us. Please someone please.