Through is just another way of sometimes saying “I am done.” I think that it has a negative connotation, in that when someone says “I’m through!” you just feel as though they have given up out of frustration.
Through thick and thin we found our way out and across the border. We had made it home, finally. We survived the dense forests and deserts alike. We’re alive.
Tomorrow is Leah’s birthday! She will go through the time-portal to escape the hungry wolves that eat people on their birthday. She has to go fast or else they’ll eat her and she’ll die.
Through out the next few months the plans were taking place in rapid motion. The dress was made the tux was bought and the whole wedding party was settled upon.
“It will be such a beautiful day”, she said.
” That is the idea,” he said, ” I want to do any thing to make our day the best.”
through the fire, through the debris, how did your heart ever find me? i’ve been through the muck, only to see that a muck fuck chuck doesn’t deserve me.
I love the way the moon lights the sky
and illuminates the twists and curves of your face,
drawing me in again and again.
The way your smile bends in the most magnificent and hypnotizing way possible.
Your beauty brings me happiness
despite all the pain you cause me at the same time.
Everything you do is so enticing
and I hate how much I want you
even after all the shit you’ve put me through.
I hate that I know if you were to come back to me
I wouldn’t push you away.
through of the walk.. it is imposible to do, because we cant pass through the walks, we would need be ghosters or something like that,. i would like pass through the walks and all the things. the romantic people say
It’s difficult to make it through each passing day what with all these thoughts and ideas and plans and possibilities floating around my brain. The various ways I could go about this task. It could be as simple as swallowing a bottle of pills but what if someone caught me and stopped me? I could take an easy step into the road at the right time, but what if it doesn’t do it’s job and I just land in the hospital? I could slit my wrists until the blood runs enough to the point where there’s no way of survival and I black out into a perpetual comatose. If it hurts I deserve it. I deserve this pain and I welcome it with open arms because I know it’s never going away. Each day I wake up knowing that things haven’t gotten better but I get up anyway just to continue this facade that no one cares enough to see past. Inside I’m a motionless nothing, void of any happiness that the others enjoy in every day life, but the outside, I’m just like the rest. Happy as can be, content with the day to day events of their lives, hardly a worry or care in the world. Sometimes I feel like I don’t need to feel this way, that I am worth it and that I do have a reason. There are these occasional thoughts where I don’t feel as stupid and insignificant. They don’t last very long but they are there. I try so hard to hold onto them for as long as I possibly can but it never lasts long. Something always gets in the way and brings my mind back to making a continuous list of all my flaws and imperfections which make a long-lasting impact on my mind and soul, often ending up in the patterns and pictures designed into my skin in a haphazard fashion.
Everything that occurred that day had been sent through the Capital for assurance. That was the part that really got to me. My own parents allowed all of these heinous things to happen to me and my family. My daughter, my husband.
Through a burning maze, we went,
Searching for a drop of water,
A split of clean air.
Now you’re chocking,
and the weight on my back is multiplied,
I have to get you out of here, someway
i wanna go through all that th Life has to offer all the happiness suceess glory colosr an dall that ts out there i Tos world that s all and ia will laead thus ;ife at mits bets to gthorugh this Wold\
so what do you think about my idea of going through…………
He pushed through the crowd, through the masses, looking for that flash of purple, that ugly old raincoat. He dodged a woman in stilettos, then moved toward the edge of the street. Then, he saw her.
“Sadie!” he called.
The child turned at his voice and reached out her pudgy hands, her face wrinkled in distress as she cried out his name.
I finish things through to the very end. I like to go through tunnels. Through my experiences, I came to love art. Through my love for nature I have portrayed an adventurous characteristics.
Through the looking glass i see my future. i see the future i want. They say you control your future. that you control where it goes because you are the action that guides it but i also believe in fate. sometimes no matter how hard you try you can never get what you want
going through a lot it seems, almost always. im through with it. if i was in a tunnel, i would still be going through it. keep pushing. keep moving. thats what i tell myself. but oh how envious i am of the flora.
I walked through the ice and snow, walking my huskies, thinking about ho3w awesome this life and beautiful rellay is. I mean, how more grateful can I possibly be for all the wonderful things this Universe has given me.
Through the window in went, I did nothing to stop it, oh, well I guess that’s just the way it was to be. Glass went every were, that base ball that Jack threw was at top speed, glad I’m not paying for that,that would wipe my bank account out like that, you know I’ve only got 60 dollars dad & mom are not happy but they got the money for that.Well I’d better stop talking about it or I’m going into the bathroom. See ya latter alligator.
LaQuisha rocked back and forth, holding herself tight as another wave of spasms twisted her spine. She whined into the pillow, waiting for the pain to subside. The heat was on high in her hospital room, but coldness had wrapped itself around her like a possessive lover. Her pastor’s voice echoed in her head, ‘The only way out is through’. But she was too tired to go through. The butter knife near
Through it all, I still love you. Through everything we’ve been through, I still care. Even though I think our relationship cannot go any further. I am done. But, I love you through and through.
He went through life only wanting her. She was his everything but it wasn’t meant to be. The last thing he said when she left, you were the only one. Through and through.
I can’t see the end. The true reality as is, is divided into here and there – two completely different spheres. I can’t walk over that… It’s not that easy.
I walked through the door and I saw him, “hi”, the words rushed out.
‘uhhh, hi”, he said back, “are you ok?”
“Yep, I just..” I wasn’t expecting him to be here so early, I thought I had time to
“You say you like the sun, I like the rain”
I wept bitterly when I heard this line again. It used to be my favorite song some time ago, reminding me of the days we strolled around whimsically, meandering about the valley.
“Before we go, through it all again, better catch yer own train”
Oh, how I missed him!
We’ve been through this all already once before. You decided to walk away, to keep your distance, to teach me a lesson about giving my heart away and painting with my fingers instead of a brush. I know you remember that, even though it was years ago. You remember the way the words refused to form and the typos jumped off the screen effortlessly as you said we could no longer be the perfection we’d been for so few months. And there you go again, typing it all out again, trying to tempt Fate and rewrite history with the same mistake and a different outcome. Oh hun, we’ve been through this all already once before, this is the definition of true insanity.
i’m going through a change. it’s a transitioning period and it’ll be uncomfortable, but I didn’t go through all of the other shit just to be stuck where I am right now. they don’t care about it, and they don’t want to go through anything uncomfortable themselves. So i have to brave the storm and be the standing-alone cheese.
Through the dark and the sadness through the tunnel of it all can you see the light reaching in to grab you, or are you grabbing for the light aching for it see yourself through
No matter the bad shit you through things will always get better. Remember that. The worst thing you can do is fall into that cyclical pit of self-pity.
Through decades, years, months, days, hours, minutes and even seconds we live our lives. We go through time as easily as we go through Kleenexes but as we flow through and through we’ll never notice what we’ve missed.
I already went through this. I’ve typed “through” a hundred times. Are there no other words left in the universe? Is “through” all there is? It almost looks like trough. Did I spell that correctly?! WHY?! Is this happening… are we through yet?!
I gazed through the glass into the room. It was dusty, poorly lit, and there we’re at least two – no – three figures shambling about. I was certain I had cleared this area earlier. I didn’t want to go in. I was exhausted, and sore, and angry… but it needed to be done.
I went through the grass hedge, I destroyed the grass hedge, I killed the grass hedge but truthfully I only went through it. I then got a machine gun then I blasted the hell out of it! Without mercy!
People go through sticky situations in there lives which can include losses of family and friends and maybe going bankrupt. It is good to keep believing that things will get better.
through i went to the shops i went through the door and out the door I bought a paddle pop and chips. I shot a ladie and the bullets went through her body
Together through life, a stranger one day and my ally in some distant future.
Through is just another way of sometimes saying “I am done.” I think that it has a negative connotation, in that when someone says “I’m through!” you just feel as though they have given up out of frustration.
Through thick and thin we found our way out and across the border. We had made it home, finally. We survived the dense forests and deserts alike. We’re alive.
Tomorrow is Leah’s birthday! She will go through the time-portal to escape the hungry wolves that eat people on their birthday. She has to go fast or else they’ll eat her and she’ll die.
Through out the next few months the plans were taking place in rapid motion. The dress was made the tux was bought and the whole wedding party was settled upon.
“It will be such a beautiful day”, she said.
” That is the idea,” he said, ” I want to do any thing to make our day the best.”
through the fire, through the debris, how did your heart ever find me? i’ve been through the muck, only to see that a muck fuck chuck doesn’t deserve me.
I love the way the moon lights the sky
and illuminates the twists and curves of your face,
drawing me in again and again.
The way your smile bends in the most magnificent and hypnotizing way possible.
Your beauty brings me happiness
despite all the pain you cause me at the same time.
Everything you do is so enticing
and I hate how much I want you
even after all the shit you’ve put me through.
I hate that I know if you were to come back to me
I wouldn’t push you away.
through of the walk.. it is imposible to do, because we cant pass through the walks, we would need be ghosters or something like that,. i would like pass through the walks and all the things. the romantic people say
It’s difficult to make it through each passing day what with all these thoughts and ideas and plans and possibilities floating around my brain. The various ways I could go about this task. It could be as simple as swallowing a bottle of pills but what if someone caught me and stopped me? I could take an easy step into the road at the right time, but what if it doesn’t do it’s job and I just land in the hospital? I could slit my wrists until the blood runs enough to the point where there’s no way of survival and I black out into a perpetual comatose. If it hurts I deserve it. I deserve this pain and I welcome it with open arms because I know it’s never going away. Each day I wake up knowing that things haven’t gotten better but I get up anyway just to continue this facade that no one cares enough to see past. Inside I’m a motionless nothing, void of any happiness that the others enjoy in every day life, but the outside, I’m just like the rest. Happy as can be, content with the day to day events of their lives, hardly a worry or care in the world. Sometimes I feel like I don’t need to feel this way, that I am worth it and that I do have a reason. There are these occasional thoughts where I don’t feel as stupid and insignificant. They don’t last very long but they are there. I try so hard to hold onto them for as long as I possibly can but it never lasts long. Something always gets in the way and brings my mind back to making a continuous list of all my flaws and imperfections which make a long-lasting impact on my mind and soul, often ending up in the patterns and pictures designed into my skin in a haphazard fashion.
Everything that occurred that day had been sent through the Capital for assurance. That was the part that really got to me. My own parents allowed all of these heinous things to happen to me and my family. My daughter, my husband.
Through a burning maze, we went,
Searching for a drop of water,
A split of clean air.
Now you’re chocking,
and the weight on my back is multiplied,
I have to get you out of here, someway
i wanna go through all that th Life has to offer all the happiness suceess glory colosr an dall that ts out there i Tos world that s all and ia will laead thus ;ife at mits bets to gthorugh this Wold\
so what do you think about my idea of going through…………
He pushed through the crowd, through the masses, looking for that flash of purple, that ugly old raincoat. He dodged a woman in stilettos, then moved toward the edge of the street. Then, he saw her.
“Sadie!” he called.
The child turned at his voice and reached out her pudgy hands, her face wrinkled in distress as she cried out his name.
I finish things through to the very end. I like to go through tunnels. Through my experiences, I came to love art. Through my love for nature I have portrayed an adventurous characteristics.
Through the looking glass i see my future. i see the future i want. They say you control your future. that you control where it goes because you are the action that guides it but i also believe in fate. sometimes no matter how hard you try you can never get what you want
The sad truth…
going through a lot it seems, almost always. im through with it. if i was in a tunnel, i would still be going through it. keep pushing. keep moving. thats what i tell myself. but oh how envious i am of the flora.
Through and through, my transparency makes you see me clear as night.
I walked through the ice and snow, walking my huskies, thinking about ho3w awesome this life and beautiful rellay is. I mean, how more grateful can I possibly be for all the wonderful things this Universe has given me.
Through the window in went, I did nothing to stop it, oh, well I guess that’s just the way it was to be. Glass went every were, that base ball that Jack threw was at top speed, glad I’m not paying for that,that would wipe my bank account out like that, you know I’ve only got 60 dollars dad & mom are not happy but they got the money for that.Well I’d better stop talking about it or I’m going into the bathroom. See ya latter alligator.
LaQuisha rocked back and forth, holding herself tight as another wave of spasms twisted her spine. She whined into the pillow, waiting for the pain to subside. The heat was on high in her hospital room, but coldness had wrapped itself around her like a possessive lover. Her pastor’s voice echoed in her head, ‘The only way out is through’. But she was too tired to go through. The butter knife near
Through it all, I still love you. Through everything we’ve been through, I still care. Even though I think our relationship cannot go any further. I am done. But, I love you through and through.
He went through life only wanting her. She was his everything but it wasn’t meant to be. The last thing he said when she left, you were the only one. Through and through.
I can’t see the end. The true reality as is, is divided into here and there – two completely different spheres. I can’t walk over that… It’s not that easy.
(a/n: still so sorry =^_^= ~)
I walked through the door and I saw him, “hi”, the words rushed out.
‘uhhh, hi”, he said back, “are you ok?”
“Yep, I just..” I wasn’t expecting him to be here so early, I thought I had time to
“You say you like the sun, I like the rain”
I wept bitterly when I heard this line again. It used to be my favorite song some time ago, reminding me of the days we strolled around whimsically, meandering about the valley.
“Before we go, through it all again, better catch yer own train”
Oh, how I missed him!
We’ve been through this all already once before. You decided to walk away, to keep your distance, to teach me a lesson about giving my heart away and painting with my fingers instead of a brush. I know you remember that, even though it was years ago. You remember the way the words refused to form and the typos jumped off the screen effortlessly as you said we could no longer be the perfection we’d been for so few months. And there you go again, typing it all out again, trying to tempt Fate and rewrite history with the same mistake and a different outcome. Oh hun, we’ve been through this all already once before, this is the definition of true insanity.
i’m going through a change. it’s a transitioning period and it’ll be uncomfortable, but I didn’t go through all of the other shit just to be stuck where I am right now. they don’t care about it, and they don’t want to go through anything uncomfortable themselves. So i have to brave the storm and be the standing-alone cheese.
thinking
inteligent
amazing
memories
trees
yellow
word
something to say
white
pure
imagination
unique
pass
walk
st
through sadness and darkness and through the tunnel to get there, do you see the lgith, just let it touch you that how you go through life.
Through the dark and the sadness through the tunnel of it all can you see the light reaching in to grab you, or are you grabbing for the light aching for it see yourself through
No matter the bad shit you through things will always get better. Remember that. The worst thing you can do is fall into that cyclical pit of self-pity.
Through decades, years, months, days, hours, minutes and even seconds we live our lives. We go through time as easily as we go through Kleenexes but as we flow through and through we’ll never notice what we’ve missed.
I already went through this. I’ve typed “through” a hundred times. Are there no other words left in the universe? Is “through” all there is? It almost looks like trough. Did I spell that correctly?! WHY?! Is this happening… are we through yet?!
I gazed through the glass into the room. It was dusty, poorly lit, and there we’re at least two – no – three figures shambling about. I was certain I had cleared this area earlier. I didn’t want to go in. I was exhausted, and sore, and angry… but it needed to be done.
I went through the grass hedge, I destroyed the grass hedge, I killed the grass hedge but truthfully I only went through it. I then got a machine gun then I blasted the hell out of it! Without mercy!
I went through the wall and hit my head on the plaster. My head bruised the next day and then I fell through the floor.
Through means : moving from inside something from one side to the opposite side.
People go through sticky situations in there lives which can include losses of family and friends and maybe going bankrupt. It is good to keep believing that things will get better.
through i went to the shops i went through the door and out the door I bought a paddle pop and chips. I shot a ladie and the bullets went through her body
to go through something, to go through a wall or a door or to go through a hard time.