It is clear. But you can’t see what’s on the other side. The frustration is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Shadows are all that you can make out. You want to venture to the other side. To pass your hand through the shadows and see if they too are transparent. But you can’t move, you’re looked in place looking through something you can’t truly look through.
something totally and completely see through. unlike most humans, who are most certainly NOT see through. in fact. They are the opposite. They are full of murky dark colous. I always tell my friend..life is all shades of grey. Nothing is black and white. Nothing is clear. Nothing in life is actually transparent.
sometimes i feel transparent.
like you don’t matter.
or as if no one sees you or even cares.
i wonder if i didn’t exist anymore would life really be all that different.
life seems all too transparent. like feelings. they just seem worthless.
I feel like I am generally transparent. I like people to know exactly who I am, what I am doing. Destroys the lost in translation mixup. On the other hand, I hide extreme feelings a lot. Love and hate. Affection I don’t hide, but commitment yes. When I am angry I will vent to one, but I don’t see the need to stir up a lot of conflict.
he was absolutely transparent. How anyone could stand there and swear blind they had nothing to do with an accident is beyond me. His eyes told me everything his words did not. He was proud of it even. But I knew, as did we all, that this man’s eyes held a terrible truth.
some people will think of this in terms of material, i see it in terms of people. If someone is trying to be deceptive but failing. That you can see what or who they really are. a depressing outcome of this word but there we go!
Windows to the soul are often opaque – we put blinders on others so they can’t see through it, we put blinders on ourselves so we can’t even truly see ourselves. To be transparent would mean we are being honest with the whole world – and that’s a scary thing.
Transparency. A way of seeing, or a way of being seen. Both are equally valid ways of being transparent. You can either do everything so that everyone sees what you’re doing, or you see everything that everyone does. Light, and thus knowledge, pass through transparency. What can be seen can be known. To know is to see.
obvious. it was so obvious. you can see it right in his head. but scott wasn’t saying this figuratively. no, in fact he COULD see right into bill’s head. yes smack in the middle of his head where his brain should have been was a small red wagon. it fit neatly between bill’s ears resting comfortably above his eyes. “a red wagon” “how did you know?” “a lucky guess, just luck.” “well now what am i thinking?” soon a whale began swimming in bill’s head. “a whale?” “incredible, how did you do it?” “luck.” “now what am i thinking?” scott, a miniature version of scott was lying dead, with a knife in his heart. “bill, i’m getting sick of this, lets grab some coffee.” “yeah, sure.”
Transparent, wow i cant type very fast maybe its cause im under pressure i was always told by my drama teachers that transparent, you shouldnt think at all, or even finish your thought when you do excersizes like this, i love this so much, theres this girl THINK ABOUT OMTHING ELSE right ok o now im not even correcting spelling which i guess proves how crazy i am about writine thing. I dont like like this class, well i do, im just very tired and kinda bored. i have a psychology major and im really interested in TRANSPARENT i dont know why im not even writing about that word, i gues it can mean a lot of things, wee through….i guess is the most obvious,…. ughornvkqeb uhmm i cant think!!!! wha else? transparent person? someone who is easy to read., wow i just went back and changed that spelin error….i wonder why i started doing that now, maybe its cause im hinking that the 60 seconds i was given to write this wierd blurb has to be up by now….SERIOUSLY….any day now im running out of thoughts…well not really i ERIN creasy was this girl who i was really good friends with but she went to my chool and is now dating this guy and i hate when people do that…give p friends to be with someone they have an inatuation with infatuation is a stange word….TIME…time time imt time time time time time time time time time time a lot of time, less time tha i needed? WHAT am i talking about, this iss SO freaking cool, seriusly i feel like if everyone were to do this at least once a day, no one would be stressed anymore….although people cant even talk about their feelings sometimes, let alone writie about them i like writing, i wonder if you wrote one of thse, would it be interesting to read? Back to transparent…..uhhhhhhhh time
time itm eimt eimt iem time tim ….oh….apparently my time was up a while ago….hahaha didnt really notice.
i am transparent. no one sees through me but me though. and even i dont know who i am anymore. college is little more than a social experiment, and everyone mores toward similarity. done and done. i am transparent.
The ground under him was transparent. He looked through it to the superstructure below. There was no up or down in space. Maybe the ground was the sky. He stopped thinking about that. He had work to do…people to kill.
I couldn’t have felt more transparent than today. Tired to give my two cents, no one gave a shit. The conversation was on them. I don’t even think they noticed when I left. I’m ready to go home to people that can see me.
Transparent. A wird that best described me back during my shcool years. I was so easily discarded, not interesting. But now, now I have something to show for. I am unique in my own way, and what was transparent is now opaque.
I can’t see anything. Everything is just clear. I can see vague images, but other than that… Faded colours. A white background, never-ending and always forgotten. Not a real colour, just a shade…
Is this what it feels like to be blind? Or am I dead, in heaven? This is not what I expected.
I feel transparent. It feels like nobody ever sees me or hears me. I imagine I could just completely disappear and no one would be the wiser. I just don’t underst-
“Hello.”
see through… Sometimes I wish i was more transparent with my actions and thoughts. I am so afraid of being judged and ridiculed that the true intentions of my actions aren’t always apparent. I need more clarity in what I do so the true meaning is seen.
Wings of a dragonfly, vibrational and long. If you can catch them by their tail, they become immobilized and you can do with them as you please. I don’t know exactly what I would want to do if I ever caught one… perhaps just store away the satisfaction of having done it.
like a window, something you can see through. the soul is probably transparent, but with a tint. my tint would be red. transparent people are no fun, mysteries are what keep people around and make life worth living.
people think they are so transparent but what they show us is their made up personalities that are transaprently false. who knows who any of us are while we base our actions, thoughts,a nd words on something else, something unattainable because ity is not the real deal
our lives were transparent. you saw through us. we were a generation of no hopes, and i was the leader. you laughed at our flags, which we held high. the material flickered in the wind with ferociousness.
It is clear. But you can’t see what’s on the other side. The frustration is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Shadows are all that you can make out. You want to venture to the other side. To pass your hand through the shadows and see if they too are transparent. But you can’t move, you’re looked in place looking through something you can’t truly look through.
something totally and completely see through. unlike most humans, who are most certainly NOT see through. in fact. They are the opposite. They are full of murky dark colous. I always tell my friend..life is all shades of grey. Nothing is black and white. Nothing is clear. Nothing in life is actually transparent.
Do I need to be like that?Can
sometimes i feel transparent.
like you don’t matter.
or as if no one sees you or even cares.
i wonder if i didn’t exist anymore would life really be all that different.
life seems all too transparent. like feelings. they just seem worthless.
WE ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD OK WHAT FUN YAHOO FIREFOX THE WORD IS GOOD
See thru. Like a ghost
The window was transparent. I definitely could see you and your gestures. What you were doing wasn’t so transparent but it sure looked bad.
I feel like I am generally transparent. I like people to know exactly who I am, what I am doing. Destroys the lost in translation mixup. On the other hand, I hide extreme feelings a lot. Love and hate. Affection I don’t hide, but commitment yes. When I am angry I will vent to one, but I don’t see the need to stir up a lot of conflict.
he was absolutely transparent. How anyone could stand there and swear blind they had nothing to do with an accident is beyond me. His eyes told me everything his words did not. He was proud of it even. But I knew, as did we all, that this man’s eyes held a terrible truth.
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some people will think of this in terms of material, i see it in terms of people. If someone is trying to be deceptive but failing. That you can see what or who they really are. a depressing outcome of this word but there we go!
Windows to the soul are often opaque – we put blinders on others so they can’t see through it, we put blinders on ourselves so we can’t even truly see ourselves. To be transparent would mean we are being honest with the whole world – and that’s a scary thing.
Transparency will be the death of me,
Showing people what I don’t want to them to see
Transparency. A way of seeing, or a way of being seen. Both are equally valid ways of being transparent. You can either do everything so that everyone sees what you’re doing, or you see everything that everyone does. Light, and thus knowledge, pass through transparency. What can be seen can be known. To know is to see.
what a day, i am tired and don’t want to go on practise
obvious. it was so obvious. you can see it right in his head. but scott wasn’t saying this figuratively. no, in fact he COULD see right into bill’s head. yes smack in the middle of his head where his brain should have been was a small red wagon. it fit neatly between bill’s ears resting comfortably above his eyes. “a red wagon” “how did you know?” “a lucky guess, just luck.” “well now what am i thinking?” soon a whale began swimming in bill’s head. “a whale?” “incredible, how did you do it?” “luck.” “now what am i thinking?” scott, a miniature version of scott was lying dead, with a knife in his heart. “bill, i’m getting sick of this, lets grab some coffee.” “yeah, sure.”
glass you can see through.
love
Transparent, wow i cant type very fast maybe its cause im under pressure i was always told by my drama teachers that transparent, you shouldnt think at all, or even finish your thought when you do excersizes like this, i love this so much, theres this girl THINK ABOUT OMTHING ELSE right ok o now im not even correcting spelling which i guess proves how crazy i am about writine thing. I dont like like this class, well i do, im just very tired and kinda bored. i have a psychology major and im really interested in TRANSPARENT i dont know why im not even writing about that word, i gues it can mean a lot of things, wee through….i guess is the most obvious,…. ughornvkqeb uhmm i cant think!!!! wha else? transparent person? someone who is easy to read., wow i just went back and changed that spelin error….i wonder why i started doing that now, maybe its cause im hinking that the 60 seconds i was given to write this wierd blurb has to be up by now….SERIOUSLY….any day now im running out of thoughts…well not really i ERIN creasy was this girl who i was really good friends with but she went to my chool and is now dating this guy and i hate when people do that…give p friends to be with someone they have an inatuation with infatuation is a stange word….TIME…time time imt time time time time time time time time time time a lot of time, less time tha i needed? WHAT am i talking about, this iss SO freaking cool, seriusly i feel like if everyone were to do this at least once a day, no one would be stressed anymore….although people cant even talk about their feelings sometimes, let alone writie about them i like writing, i wonder if you wrote one of thse, would it be interesting to read? Back to transparent…..uhhhhhhhh time
time itm eimt eimt iem time tim ….oh….apparently my time was up a while ago….hahaha didnt really notice.
i am transparent. no one sees through me but me though. and even i dont know who i am anymore. college is little more than a social experiment, and everyone mores toward similarity. done and done. i am transparent.
The walls began to fade into transparency. Behind the wall I could see into the past. I could feel the hatred and indignation.
something you can see through, like glass, windows. But something that you can see through.
something you can see through, like glass, windows. But something that you can see through.
something very helpful and kind of similar. This is like when you transparent something or i don’t know how to explain.
transparent
parents
helpful
transport
fun
hard
something alike
something similar
i don’t know
The ground under him was transparent. He looked through it to the superstructure below. There was no up or down in space. Maybe the ground was the sky. He stopped thinking about that. He had work to do…people to kill.
The transparent thoughts of glass are illusions, created by non-sense and instant thinking. With transparent comes translucent. You see?
see-through, plastic what you see is what you get, no illusions with glass and plastic translucent white blanco nothing special
I couldn’t have felt more transparent than today. Tired to give my two cents, no one gave a shit. The conversation was on them. I don’t even think they noticed when I left. I’m ready to go home to people that can see me.
Transparent. A wird that best described me back during my shcool years. I was so easily discarded, not interesting. But now, now I have something to show for. I am unique in my own way, and what was transparent is now opaque.
המילה שקוף נדבקת אלי כמו דבק כמו רוק כמו הגשם שנמרח על השמשה. אנשים שקופים בגדים שקופים אהבה שאין לה דורשכמו גשם שנמרח על השמהשה כמה ב
I can’t see anything. Everything is just clear. I can see vague images, but other than that… Faded colours. A white background, never-ending and always forgotten. Not a real colour, just a shade…
Is this what it feels like to be blind? Or am I dead, in heaven? This is not what I expected.
I feel transparent. It feels like nobody ever sees me or hears me. I imagine I could just completely disappear and no one would be the wiser. I just don’t underst-
“Hello.”
see through… Sometimes I wish i was more transparent with my actions and thoughts. I am so afraid of being judged and ridiculed that the true intentions of my actions aren’t always apparent. I need more clarity in what I do so the true meaning is seen.
Wings of a dragonfly, vibrational and long. If you can catch them by their tail, they become immobilized and you can do with them as you please. I don’t know exactly what I would want to do if I ever caught one… perhaps just store away the satisfaction of having done it.
like a window, something you can see through. the soul is probably transparent, but with a tint. my tint would be red. transparent people are no fun, mysteries are what keep people around and make life worth living.
people think they are so transparent but what they show us is their made up personalities that are transaprently false. who knows who any of us are while we base our actions, thoughts,a nd words on something else, something unattainable because ity is not the real deal
our lives were transparent. you saw through us. we were a generation of no hopes, and i was the leader. you laughed at our flags, which we held high. the material flickered in the wind with ferociousness.