The train was already pulling out of the station, she was too late, he was gone. She sank to the ground and stared at her future disappearing through a tunnel.
is a band that plays music, and i need to listen to them more.
im going away on a getaway train. i’ll see people and places i’ve never seen before. train train train la la lal tooto toot engines
i have trained long for the journey that lies ahead, hours lay waste in places i wish to never speak of again. they were my training, my fight instilled by life, they prepared me for the insurmountable task lying just around the bend.
she hopped the train, not knowing what to expect at the end of her journey but knowing that anywhere was better than here. anywhere. she was following the road to the future.
She looked sleepily out the window, landscapes blending in to one another as rain pelted down, blurring trees into grass and vice versa. the world was dark outside. she wished she knew where she were headed. It would make the journey much easier.
I wait for the train but it does not come, I still just wait and look down the tracks expecting it to come. Like a clock I think it is to come, but clocks can break, can’t they? I believed that they would always work but who knows?
i love this band. granted, i’ve only heard 2 of their songs, drops of jupiter and hey soul sister. they aren’t horrible, like a lot of top 40 bands. i hate most rap and pop. train is actually really good and i plan to listen to more of their songs.
train rain down the faces of children playing in rain near big black trains hey hey tracks so thick careful fun dont get stuck rain man gone no train to cary on watch what you do little children in blue
The train departed Ellen at six a.m. She was alone and battered but knew in her heart there was only one way to go. She hoisted her luggage and bid adieu to her only friend: Los Angeles. She would travel for the next three days in a muggy car, oblivious to the other passengers. She would later find out she shared a car with Ted Bundy. She arrived in Vancouver the same way she started her journey; alone and hungry. Her hunger was
I kinda hated trains when i went first on it cos bpeople only read and never talkedc.Thats a really brithish thing youknow? i hat ethat. but i had to use trains to geta round. i need to get out. I really want to meet a girl or something. Dont knwo but trains you knwo kindasuck rarrrrrrr. Hmm dont know bout that. But thats what my friend reem says cos he all anime, yEAH well started watching bleach and its awesome with zanpakto and everything is HUUUUUGE ARSE SWORD. its
this is a magical form of public transportation that will revolutionize ecological means of bringing people and goods to and from places. If only we didnt use cars. Cars use fossil fuels and kill the world in a way that is irreversible am i right? yea lol i am
Train. Train…. I need to train. I need training in a lot of different ways. Training of my mind. Training of my body. Without training, you’re nothing.
Staring out the window,
the pane foggy from my breath
I watched little cities like little lights
disappear into the mountains,
which in their time too left
in the fog of early morning
train train to the furthest destiation please i will start where i can get too and leave to a place so far , so far from here , this place of memories , bad times and the people i love so dear .
TRAVEL. FREEDOM. SOMETHING I WANT TO TRAVEL IN… NOT A C-TRAIN THOUGH. C-TRAINS= GROSS. SMELLY. FULL AND INFESTED WITH BACTERIA AND GERMS AND VIRUSES. SOMETIMES YOU CAN MEET INTERESTING PEOPLE.
I used to really like trains when I was a child. My mother would take me to see all sorts of museums. Now I’ve grown tired of riding the train every single day. Maybe things really are better when you’re young.
The train was heading east-bound. The travelers were a gang of hitchhikers. Bags were slung over their shoulders and rags were hanging from their bodies.
Her long blonde hair swished in the wind; that was the last he ever saw of the woman he loved as she boarded the train. There was so much left undone, unsaid, but he’d have to leave it – see if they’d meet again in the next life.
I want to get on a train. To leave. Just fucking leave. Leave everything I know behind and discover a new world of magic that I’ve desperately longed for all these years. I could hope train cares. Be a hobo. Fuck it. I’m gone.
Trains are big and heavy and black. Railroad tracks speak danger. I’ve heard stories – awful ones – about pennies whizzing into people and kids getting hurt by trains – Makes me not like them much.
The train was late. This was going to push back everything on his itinerary.
Simon sighed, bemoaning the lose of his little private life in his small home in rural Iowa.
“Are you sure that we have to leave Francis?” Simon asked, only receiving a cursory glare from his cranky wife.
As he boarded he felt a shudder. This was no ordinary train but a ride to hell itself. it was so very cold, which is odd considering hell is traditionally envisioned as a rather warm place.
Trains are awesome ways of travelling from one place to another.
Also when you are bad at something if you train up you’ll become awesome.
Train spotting is rad is an opinion held by some.
I didn’t know where the train was going, but I boarded it anyway. It’s hard to understand words you don’t recognize when you’re in a strange land, a “fruit loop in a world of cheerios.” But i decided to take my chances. Where it would bring me would have to be better than where I was.
Train’s have been a rather large part of my life for about the past year. They take me too and from my place of education four days a week and that 20 minute journey has began to symbolise something to me…Not sweat and muggy air, but life moving onwards for every single person, every single day.
The long train of the gown whispered softly across the floor as it’s owner took tentative steps forward. As she passed a pew, it caught on the corner and a long tear thundered up the side.
LRT. MRT. famous train stations in the Philippines. I hate rush hour tho. I get swept away by big-bellied men. I have to fierce, or else I’ll just stumble and fall.
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The train in the rain. It is such a pain. Again the trian is on sustain. It is slower than a plane. It is travelling in vain.
I still lie and get a child’s tickets. It’s good to look younger sometimes.
The train was already pulling out of the station, she was too late, he was gone. She sank to the ground and stared at her future disappearing through a tunnel.
is a band that plays music, and i need to listen to them more.
im going away on a getaway train. i’ll see people and places i’ve never seen before. train train train la la lal tooto toot engines
we train to the motion of tide beating the ocean beach front, a continuous cycle of resistance and emotion sweeping us under
i have trained long for the journey that lies ahead, hours lay waste in places i wish to never speak of again. they were my training, my fight instilled by life, they prepared me for the insurmountable task lying just around the bend.
she hopped the train, not knowing what to expect at the end of her journey but knowing that anywhere was better than here. anywhere. she was following the road to the future.
She looked sleepily out the window, landscapes blending in to one another as rain pelted down, blurring trees into grass and vice versa. the world was dark outside. she wished she knew where she were headed. It would make the journey much easier.
I wait for the train but it does not come, I still just wait and look down the tracks expecting it to come. Like a clock I think it is to come, but clocks can break, can’t they? I believed that they would always work but who knows?
im so tired. i feel like a train wreck. my head is pounding and my joints screech when i try to stand up. i wonder what is wrong with me….. :(
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i love this band. granted, i’ve only heard 2 of their songs, drops of jupiter and hey soul sister. they aren’t horrible, like a lot of top 40 bands. i hate most rap and pop. train is actually really good and i plan to listen to more of their songs.
James pulled the shade down, and leaned his head against it.
“I’m going to sleep,” he said, almost like a challenge.
train rain down the faces of children playing in rain near big black trains hey hey tracks so thick careful fun dont get stuck rain man gone no train to cary on watch what you do little children in blue
The train departed Ellen at six a.m. She was alone and battered but knew in her heart there was only one way to go. She hoisted her luggage and bid adieu to her only friend: Los Angeles. She would travel for the next three days in a muggy car, oblivious to the other passengers. She would later find out she shared a car with Ted Bundy. She arrived in Vancouver the same way she started her journey; alone and hungry. Her hunger was
I kinda hated trains when i went first on it cos bpeople only read and never talkedc.Thats a really brithish thing youknow? i hat ethat. but i had to use trains to geta round. i need to get out. I really want to meet a girl or something. Dont knwo but trains you knwo kindasuck rarrrrrrr. Hmm dont know bout that. But thats what my friend reem says cos he all anime, yEAH well started watching bleach and its awesome with zanpakto and everything is HUUUUUGE ARSE SWORD. its
this is a magical form of public transportation that will revolutionize ecological means of bringing people and goods to and from places. If only we didnt use cars. Cars use fossil fuels and kill the world in a way that is irreversible am i right? yea lol i am
taking me to new york
stroll around the town
here i go to new york
i leave without a sound
Train. Train…. I need to train. I need training in a lot of different ways. Training of my mind. Training of my body. Without training, you’re nothing.
Staring out the window,
the pane foggy from my breath
I watched little cities like little lights
disappear into the mountains,
which in their time too left
in the fog of early morning
train train to the furthest destiation please i will start where i can get too and leave to a place so far , so far from here , this place of memories , bad times and the people i love so dear .
TRAVEL. FREEDOM. SOMETHING I WANT TO TRAVEL IN… NOT A C-TRAIN THOUGH. C-TRAINS= GROSS. SMELLY. FULL AND INFESTED WITH BACTERIA AND GERMS AND VIRUSES. SOMETIMES YOU CAN MEET INTERESTING PEOPLE.
I used to really like trains when I was a child. My mother would take me to see all sorts of museums. Now I’ve grown tired of riding the train every single day. Maybe things really are better when you’re young.
The train was heading east-bound. The travelers were a gang of hitchhikers. Bags were slung over their shoulders and rags were hanging from their bodies.
Her long blonde hair swished in the wind; that was the last he ever saw of the woman he loved as she boarded the train. There was so much left undone, unsaid, but he’d have to leave it – see if they’d meet again in the next life.
The train of the trainer was lost on the train, back in Transylvania. I must train her to find another.
i have never been in the train staion expect for once with my mother and brother. We went to chigao for the day it waas lots of fun.
I want to get on a train. To leave. Just fucking leave. Leave everything I know behind and discover a new world of magic that I’ve desperately longed for all these years. I could hope train cares. Be a hobo. Fuck it. I’m gone.
Trains are big and heavy and black. Railroad tracks speak danger. I’ve heard stories – awful ones – about pennies whizzing into people and kids getting hurt by trains – Makes me not like them much.
The train was late. This was going to push back everything on his itinerary.
Simon sighed, bemoaning the lose of his little private life in his small home in rural Iowa.
“Are you sure that we have to leave Francis?” Simon asked, only receiving a cursory glare from his cranky wife.
As he boarded he felt a shudder. This was no ordinary train but a ride to hell itself. it was so very cold, which is odd considering hell is traditionally envisioned as a rather warm place.
The train goes past my home at regular times. It is soothing almost, once I got used to it’s sound.
Trains are awesome ways of travelling from one place to another.
Also when you are bad at something if you train up you’ll become awesome.
Train spotting is rad is an opinion held by some.
IT’S A MACHINE A LOCOMOTIVE LIKE HARRY POTTER. RED AND STEAMING DOWN THE TRACKS WHITE SMOKE PUFFING BEHIND AS IT CHUGS ALONG.
I didn’t know where the train was going, but I boarded it anyway. It’s hard to understand words you don’t recognize when you’re in a strange land, a “fruit loop in a world of cheerios.” But i decided to take my chances. Where it would bring me would have to be better than where I was.
Train’s have been a rather large part of my life for about the past year. They take me too and from my place of education four days a week and that 20 minute journey has began to symbolise something to me…Not sweat and muggy air, but life moving onwards for every single person, every single day.
The long train of the gown whispered softly across the floor as it’s owner took tentative steps forward. As she passed a pew, it caught on the corner and a long tear thundered up the side.
It always leaves. It’s like a ride of your life – from one place to another.
LRT. MRT. famous train stations in the Philippines. I hate rush hour tho. I get swept away by big-bellied men. I have to fierce, or else I’ll just stumble and fall.