funny how in such a short time line, a lot seemed to have happened. it scares the hell out of me sometimes when i think that time has just shortly elapsed and i seem to have forgotten some important things.
I imagine lines in a tree stump.
Lines drawn to those lines
One line drawn to the first circle- This is my rebirth. This is me holding my mother’s hand crossing the parking lot. This is snacks in the afternoon, after school has exhausted me. This is sandwiches after swimming in the pool
Lines drawn to the fifth, this is my realization that nothing is how I want it to be. This is me growing awkward with everything around me, nothing feels right to the touch.
This line describes my blood and tears and worry and hate and anger. At this point the lines are scribbles, as if carved by a shaky hand.
This is the eighth, this is regrets and hopelessness. It’s abandonment and crushed hopes.
And this line here, the one just made, is where I realize that there’s no point in anything I try. This is me feeling distant from myself and the world. This is me knowing after this month I will have no goals in my life. Nothing to look forward to.
The lines coming up will be out of shape and will no longer resemble a line and will be unbearable to watch. It will be hard to follow and read.
The last line is too blurry. It resembles the edges of pages in a book that come to a close and you know that next time you read it, it will never be the same.
Such is my timeline.
i am dancing, tumbling around with fate.
i can pirouette for karma and destiny
because i am on the time line of this plane of existence
death will have to wait for my number to end
as long as i keep moving, keep raving
i might topple over to one side or the other
but i’m out of your reach for as long as i dance.
There is no timeline where I did not see your soul bear naked against wind and stone and snow when it came to pass, the cold, on a sudden eve when the year was new as was supposed to be like last year’s party and tomorrow’s festivity. I love you, or your something else.
can your time line loop and return can I fold the ribbon of my life in a bow and revisit the places of connection, the places that bind the places where beauty emerged
I knew I was desperately running out of time. The timeline ends with a characters death. How do I make my characters follow the timeline that I want? How do I complete this story before time runs out?
It collects all the events of a certain theme. It could be your life, it could be someone elses life, it could be everyones lives put together. And I suppose we would call that history. It focuses on the most important events. But who is to say what is the most important? What about the things in between… without them, where would we be?
My timeline isn’t a really happy one. In the beginning, confusion. Realization of insufficiency. knowing that I wasn’t good enough. Soon after came an ignorant bliss that shrouded the truth my family members kept from me. that my friends judged me for. Next, a struggle to keep going onward. To continue making friends that “had my back” and “loved me for who i was” As the timeline extended, a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. A self hatred that I had carried since childhood. A sick, sick love for an empty stomach and that dizzy rush to the head when I hadn’t eaten. A crowd of people telling me “You’re beautiful”, “How gorgeous mija”,”I wish i was as pretty as you”. Yeah, despite those that feeling in my stomach deepens. It writhes in the early hours of the morning, slithers around consuming me. And up to this point in my timeline, it owns me. And i fall prey to it every single time.
Everything has its own timeline, from the forsaken to the divine. And God’s timeline is rarely in sync with our own. When He promises that deliverances and breakthroughs will come “soon”, does that mean five minutes or five years? What are years to the one who holds them in His hands? Where on the Lord’s timeline is my time for joy? When will these chains that have held me captive for years and years finally be broken off for good? When will my heart feel full and alive? When will I stop helplessly scrawling red lines over my skin in an attempt to cut off from pain? When will my nights be spent doing something other than begging You to take back the breath You gave me? Soon, please…let it be soon.
Michael Crichton had it all wrong. People going backward & forward, the dark ages, the Middle Ages, the Renaissance… When they turned it into a movie, it made no sense. Or so I heard. I don’t really care. I never saw it.
All she wanted was to shift her timeline back. Just a few days, months, years. Back to when it didn’t matter. Or maybe when being alone wasn’t such a bad thing. But now, here, she sits looking through the book of names. Names that meant something, still mean something. Men who said they would stay or said they loved her. But in the end they all left, even the ones who helped her so much. They all left in time, leaving their bruises on her skin. Leaving her to cauterize her wounds, not with fire. But with cold, cold ice.
on facebook people got really annoyed when they switched it from a wall to a timeline. I found it really funny because all these people forgot what a facebook wall even was within two weeks. maybe people are just opposed to change.
deadline.It’s the line we cross to get to another place, another moment. Our lives are made up of timelines, we miss, we follow, we hate, we regret, we look forward to.
The timeline was short. There was nothing to stop it, or slow it – Only to wait it out. What’s wrong with having a timeline? Nothing, I suspect. I wonder if there’s a timeline for this thing….Weird.
It was a weird thing, this line that we were on. I distinctly remember things from another time, but the others here didn’t seem to remember the same things I do. I remember when Charlie broke her arm, but the Charlie here says that that day, that I clearly remember, never happened.
The timeline of man stretches back just a few thousand years although some would like us to believe that it is much longer. You can either take the word of God as a literal redition or you can choose not to. As for me and my household we choose to believe.
I stared at the timeline with glazed-over eyes. I’m so sick of studying. I was totally daydreaming in the library stacks. Imagining a life without books, and shit to learn and/or memorize, mostly the latter.
There was this time in ap world history when my teacher draw a huge timeline that stated from the Roman Empire and ended near the civil rights movement. I was really cool and he made me understand history a lot better. He was an amazing teacher and I miss him! A lot!
sixteen, seventeen, forty two eleven fish elmo plus thirty three i have a gone wind up wind down wind if you have been here i havent even seen this around. I havent. if you have been here i havent. i havent. thirty seven. thirty
DO you believe in feet people? Well, you should. Feet people live inside things called shoes and quite frequently throw feet parties. Once you become freinds with feet people you basically have access to almost anything. So, anyway, timelin. What is a timeline? It is probably something that has to do with TIME! Have you experienced time? I don’t alkjdf kljflksdjfjjjj jkkj
What our lives, what history is made of. Events occur within these, and those events define our histories and our lives. We try to fill them with brilliant moments, and we look back at those of others in wonderment. Of course, only the best live on. Keep on filling. Keep on living…
Timelines and projects and deadlines and start and straight and end and finish. But really the most interesting timelines are the ones with squiggles that cross over, and curves that arc widely like an ocean horizon. So time, and the graffiti line it draws behind it devastates the cleanness, and leaves a tag that they’ll pursue and prosecute.
string of times of hours minutes of us you them memories strung out on a tree until I can’t breathe anymore because the wind won’t stop blowing them towards me in my face my eyes my ears my nose breathing them in and out in and out until I just want to stop and burn the tree down until it stops until the wind stops the world stops and the memories stop
The timeline of our relationship is a bit fragmented, separated by a distance we can’t control. But that doesn’t mean the timeline isn’t filled with memories. So many adventures and stories we will never forget. The distance may make it harder but will never stop us.
the timeline of my mind went back a far while. all the way back to the day i graduated from primary school i could remember everything that ever happened to me
a timeline shows when things start and end and everything inbetween. I like to see a timeline when I’m studying history, because it helps things make sense. I didn’t understand many things about the overlapping subjects in history until I saw a timeline with it. I wonder what a timeline of my life will look like when I am old. I hope it is full of interesting adventures!
Her timeline was like the roots of a tree. Ever-growing. It will perforate the grass for eternity. So that one day, the adventurous, exploring child can trip over it. And read the roots. All about her life. Always. It will be there, waiting to be discovered.
I remember doing timelines in grade school. I don’t believe that by actually making one it made any sense about what actually happened or why it happened. But It did help see what happened and then what happened after that but it never actually helped me understand anything more then that. So Timelines are pointless to me.
His life stretched out before him like some mysterious timeline of failures, a collection of flaws and embarrassments that he had accumulated over the past painful twenty years.
His life could be told in a timeline, but it wouldn’t make sense. This was because he didn’t make sense. And he never would. He was royally screwed from the moment he was born. So yeah. His life was a jumble that no one could understand.
It has been three years, four months, twenty-six days, nine hours, twelve minutes and seventeen seconds since I last saw you. It is too long, and I am sorry. I am sorry that now the wooden box that holds your body is now covered with moss, and I am sorry that you are decomposing in it. I never meant this to happen, I swear. I just lost track of time, just forgot to check on you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. It has been too long.
Facebook has problems. “Hey, let’s make a ton of changes to piss off our users.” Good going, Facebook. That makes plenty of sense. I first made an account to write on people’s walls. I thought that was hilarious. Walls are now gone, though, and instead, they are replaced with timeline. I can tell you once and for all that I am not happy with this. Not one bit. No date for you, Mark Zuckerberg.
i am thinking about when the dinosaurs died. i am thinking about hitlet and everytyhing havng to do with the extermination of the jews, and how schindler’s list was an enlightening and disturbing movie. i remember watching it in class in high school when i was upset about ike.
I broke down the timeline of the night’s events again to Stewart, just as the ice was being to melt into fresh globs against his still apparently aching brow. Obviously, step one to the entire process had been to crack open our neighbors’ most expensive bottle of tequila.
“And Rodrigo didn’t mind?”
“Not at all. He hates agave. His cousin gave it to him.”
After that, it has all been confetti and insanity.
his timeline was simple. until she came into his life. birth, aging, and the normal. he’d broken his arm when he was seven.
but she changed him and his timeline. she made it complicated.
The timeline was dotted with events that all could have given a warning of what was to come, but no one believed he was serious. After all, he was dressed as a chicken in most of the videos he posted.
funny how in such a short time line, a lot seemed to have happened. it scares the hell out of me sometimes when i think that time has just shortly elapsed and i seem to have forgotten some important things.
I imagine lines in a tree stump.
Lines drawn to those lines
One line drawn to the first circle- This is my rebirth. This is me holding my mother’s hand crossing the parking lot. This is snacks in the afternoon, after school has exhausted me. This is sandwiches after swimming in the pool
Lines drawn to the fifth, this is my realization that nothing is how I want it to be. This is me growing awkward with everything around me, nothing feels right to the touch.
This line describes my blood and tears and worry and hate and anger. At this point the lines are scribbles, as if carved by a shaky hand.
This is the eighth, this is regrets and hopelessness. It’s abandonment and crushed hopes.
And this line here, the one just made, is where I realize that there’s no point in anything I try. This is me feeling distant from myself and the world. This is me knowing after this month I will have no goals in my life. Nothing to look forward to.
The lines coming up will be out of shape and will no longer resemble a line and will be unbearable to watch. It will be hard to follow and read.
The last line is too blurry. It resembles the edges of pages in a book that come to a close and you know that next time you read it, it will never be the same.
Such is my timeline.
i am dancing, tumbling around with fate.
i can pirouette for karma and destiny
because i am on the time line of this plane of existence
death will have to wait for my number to end
as long as i keep moving, keep raving
i might topple over to one side or the other
but i’m out of your reach for as long as i dance.
There is no timeline where I did not see your soul bear naked against wind and stone and snow when it came to pass, the cold, on a sudden eve when the year was new as was supposed to be like last year’s party and tomorrow’s festivity. I love you, or your something else.
can your time line loop and return can I fold the ribbon of my life in a bow and revisit the places of connection, the places that bind the places where beauty emerged
I knew I was desperately running out of time. The timeline ends with a characters death. How do I make my characters follow the timeline that I want? How do I complete this story before time runs out?
It collects all the events of a certain theme. It could be your life, it could be someone elses life, it could be everyones lives put together. And I suppose we would call that history. It focuses on the most important events. But who is to say what is the most important? What about the things in between… without them, where would we be?
My timeline isn’t a really happy one. In the beginning, confusion. Realization of insufficiency. knowing that I wasn’t good enough. Soon after came an ignorant bliss that shrouded the truth my family members kept from me. that my friends judged me for. Next, a struggle to keep going onward. To continue making friends that “had my back” and “loved me for who i was” As the timeline extended, a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. A self hatred that I had carried since childhood. A sick, sick love for an empty stomach and that dizzy rush to the head when I hadn’t eaten. A crowd of people telling me “You’re beautiful”, “How gorgeous mija”,”I wish i was as pretty as you”. Yeah, despite those that feeling in my stomach deepens. It writhes in the early hours of the morning, slithers around consuming me. And up to this point in my timeline, it owns me. And i fall prey to it every single time.
Everything has its own timeline, from the forsaken to the divine. And God’s timeline is rarely in sync with our own. When He promises that deliverances and breakthroughs will come “soon”, does that mean five minutes or five years? What are years to the one who holds them in His hands? Where on the Lord’s timeline is my time for joy? When will these chains that have held me captive for years and years finally be broken off for good? When will my heart feel full and alive? When will I stop helplessly scrawling red lines over my skin in an attempt to cut off from pain? When will my nights be spent doing something other than begging You to take back the breath You gave me? Soon, please…let it be soon.
Michael Crichton had it all wrong. People going backward & forward, the dark ages, the Middle Ages, the Renaissance… When they turned it into a movie, it made no sense. Or so I heard. I don’t really care. I never saw it.
All she wanted was to shift her timeline back. Just a few days, months, years. Back to when it didn’t matter. Or maybe when being alone wasn’t such a bad thing. But now, here, she sits looking through the book of names. Names that meant something, still mean something. Men who said they would stay or said they loved her. But in the end they all left, even the ones who helped her so much. They all left in time, leaving their bruises on her skin. Leaving her to cauterize her wounds, not with fire. But with cold, cold ice.
on facebook people got really annoyed when they switched it from a wall to a timeline. I found it really funny because all these people forgot what a facebook wall even was within two weeks. maybe people are just opposed to change.
deadline.It’s the line we cross to get to another place, another moment. Our lives are made up of timelines, we miss, we follow, we hate, we regret, we look forward to.
The timeline was short. There was nothing to stop it, or slow it – Only to wait it out. What’s wrong with having a timeline? Nothing, I suspect. I wonder if there’s a timeline for this thing….Weird.
It was a weird thing, this line that we were on. I distinctly remember things from another time, but the others here didn’t seem to remember the same things I do. I remember when Charlie broke her arm, but the Charlie here says that that day, that I clearly remember, never happened.
The timeline of man stretches back just a few thousand years although some would like us to believe that it is much longer. You can either take the word of God as a literal redition or you can choose not to. As for me and my household we choose to believe.
I stared at the timeline with glazed-over eyes. I’m so sick of studying. I was totally daydreaming in the library stacks. Imagining a life without books, and shit to learn and/or memorize, mostly the latter.
There was this time in ap world history when my teacher draw a huge timeline that stated from the Roman Empire and ended near the civil rights movement. I was really cool and he made me understand history a lot better. He was an amazing teacher and I miss him! A lot!
sixteen, seventeen, forty two eleven fish elmo plus thirty three i have a gone wind up wind down wind if you have been here i havent even seen this around. I havent. if you have been here i havent. i havent. thirty seven. thirty
Timelines are only useful in hindsight.
DO you believe in feet people? Well, you should. Feet people live inside things called shoes and quite frequently throw feet parties. Once you become freinds with feet people you basically have access to almost anything. So, anyway, timelin. What is a timeline? It is probably something that has to do with TIME! Have you experienced time? I don’t alkjdf kljflksdjfjjjj jkkj
What our lives, what history is made of. Events occur within these, and those events define our histories and our lives. We try to fill them with brilliant moments, and we look back at those of others in wonderment. Of course, only the best live on. Keep on filling. Keep on living…
Timelines and projects and deadlines and start and straight and end and finish. But really the most interesting timelines are the ones with squiggles that cross over, and curves that arc widely like an ocean horizon. So time, and the graffiti line it draws behind it devastates the cleanness, and leaves a tag that they’ll pursue and prosecute.
string of times of hours minutes of us you them memories strung out on a tree until I can’t breathe anymore because the wind won’t stop blowing them towards me in my face my eyes my ears my nose breathing them in and out in and out until I just want to stop and burn the tree down until it stops until the wind stops the world stops and the memories stop
the linear nature
Is there a timeline that stretches from me to infinity,
measuring time in lines
I never thought of her as an intersection
The timeline of our relationship is a bit fragmented, separated by a distance we can’t control. But that doesn’t mean the timeline isn’t filled with memories. So many adventures and stories we will never forget. The distance may make it harder but will never stop us.
the timeline of my mind went back a far while. all the way back to the day i graduated from primary school i could remember everything that ever happened to me
a timeline shows when things start and end and everything inbetween. I like to see a timeline when I’m studying history, because it helps things make sense. I didn’t understand many things about the overlapping subjects in history until I saw a timeline with it. I wonder what a timeline of my life will look like when I am old. I hope it is full of interesting adventures!
Her timeline was like the roots of a tree. Ever-growing. It will perforate the grass for eternity. So that one day, the adventurous, exploring child can trip over it. And read the roots. All about her life. Always. It will be there, waiting to be discovered.
I remember doing timelines in grade school. I don’t believe that by actually making one it made any sense about what actually happened or why it happened. But It did help see what happened and then what happened after that but it never actually helped me understand anything more then that. So Timelines are pointless to me.
His life stretched out before him like some mysterious timeline of failures, a collection of flaws and embarrassments that he had accumulated over the past painful twenty years.
His life could be told in a timeline, but it wouldn’t make sense. This was because he didn’t make sense. And he never would. He was royally screwed from the moment he was born. So yeah. His life was a jumble that no one could understand.
It has been three years, four months, twenty-six days, nine hours, twelve minutes and seventeen seconds since I last saw you. It is too long, and I am sorry. I am sorry that now the wooden box that holds your body is now covered with moss, and I am sorry that you are decomposing in it. I never meant this to happen, I swear. I just lost track of time, just forgot to check on you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. It has been too long.
Facebook has problems. “Hey, let’s make a ton of changes to piss off our users.” Good going, Facebook. That makes plenty of sense. I first made an account to write on people’s walls. I thought that was hilarious. Walls are now gone, though, and instead, they are replaced with timeline. I can tell you once and for all that I am not happy with this. Not one bit. No date for you, Mark Zuckerberg.
i am thinking about when the dinosaurs died. i am thinking about hitlet and everytyhing havng to do with the extermination of the jews, and how schindler’s list was an enlightening and disturbing movie. i remember watching it in class in high school when i was upset about ike.
I broke down the timeline of the night’s events again to Stewart, just as the ice was being to melt into fresh globs against his still apparently aching brow. Obviously, step one to the entire process had been to crack open our neighbors’ most expensive bottle of tequila.
“And Rodrigo didn’t mind?”
“Not at all. He hates agave. His cousin gave it to him.”
After that, it has all been confetti and insanity.
his timeline was simple. until she came into his life. birth, aging, and the normal. he’d broken his arm when he was seven.
but she changed him and his timeline. she made it complicated.
The timeline was dotted with events that all could have given a warning of what was to come, but no one believed he was serious. After all, he was dressed as a chicken in most of the videos he posted.
facebook
twitter
time
history
past
time
i’m running outta time… my timeline is almost over… this is the end… so, good bye everybody…