wade into the shallow water and let yourself relax
just feel the waves crash around your knees. How can anyone feel stressed when they are in such a wonderful place.
I love to wade in the salty water of mira gut and big glace bay. How many time have I stood her and relaxed?
I’m not english myself, by about this word I’d very much like to say this, through poetical glasses.
Wade, if you look up to skies you may
see sometimes clear blue made heaven,
because like the ocean-shadow Wade keeps
the water blue-spirit with heavens clearest blue-images…
wade is an good thing in the water.. i think it’s just like a girls breast. It rises from the water (see it like a girl having a bath) without the nipples ofcourse. Wade in the water is a song I know. Don’t know who wrote it. Nice word!
I waded into the shallow part of the ocean. It was overcast. My shoes were on. I was tentative, but committed, fearfully. The day was comfortable, not windy, not given to many waves.
wade. i’m not from america or england and i dont really know what this word means. but i have a small clue. Wade, wade, rhymes with spade, made, and perhaps more words.
it’s great to wade in the puddle. so what if it’s winter? Who says it’s only for ducks? I made sure to go around the corner, so why does my mother always find out?
One World ist unsere einzige Welt die wir haben. Lernen wir wieder in Einklang mit der Natur zu leben, dann wird es in 1000 Jahren vielleicht die Spezies Mensch noch geben… Ist es
sounds like this guy I kind of know… he owns a bottle store and sells liquor to underage kids, which included me at one stage… hahah. It was the best being young & drunk, hooking up with lots of girls and actintg irresponsible. I actually think I love Wade!!!!
Wade is the name of a pottery company that produces tiny, badly formed animals. They have risen in price in recent years on the second hand market.
An alternative meaning is to walk in water, usually the sea – a cold and uncomfortable way to behave in most circumstances.
Either way for me this is a negative word.
Wade is the name of a pottery company that produces tiny, badly formed animlas. They have risen in price in recent years on the second hand market.
An alternative meaning is to walk in water, usually the sea – a cold and uncomfortable way to behave in most circumstances.
Either way for me this is a negative word.
Wade is th ename of a pottery company that produces tiny, badly formed animlas. They have risen in price in recent years on the second hand market.
An alternative meaning is to walk in water, usually the sea – a cold and uncomfortable way to behave in most circumstances.
Either way for me this is a negative word.
The word wade reminds me of wading in the creek behind my old house when I was bout 10 years old. We were always looking for lizards and toads and anything else slimy that we could put in a jar. Wade also reminds me of my former co-workers who were married and that was their last name. I had a dream about them the other night actually.
I waded in the water. Lapping at my legs. I went towards her. She stayed there. I wanted to run to her, but the water had stopped me. Or at least slowed me down. I had to reach her somehow… I couldn’t wade fast enough though.
In the pond i saw a dress covered with mud, I had to go retrieve it as it looked as though it belonged to someone. It took me more than courage to cross.
Wading through the swamp was not pleasant and Abigail felt like she should complain to someone, perhaps that aligator lazily floating over there next to the dripping trees. She sighed. Why did George always run to the dankest parts of the swamp? It was hardly fair. The pills meant that he never seemed to notice the wet and cold, whereas her nurses uniform was already plastered to her skin after only fifteen minutes stepping through the thick murky water.
A bird chirped fromt he canopy above and Abigail squinted, wondering how low the afternoon sun had gotten. She was sure it was still early, but the shadows never seemed to fade, even on the brightest days in here. The water swirled in huge slow ripples and she wondered which way George had gone.
in these ocean waves i see my face, colored red with gore. In grapes of ebon sweet parade and sugar cup beyond the sale of grand unmake. Ere the tide did sweep me up, body legs and soul and all.
to wade into the ocean is one of life’s simple pleasures. wading or paddling is something that is done often and freely as a child but becomes more of a chore as we age. or mature. wading becomes part of doing paperwork or laundry or cookery, not the simple joy of immersing oneself in cool, calm or tumultuous water.
wade out deep, he instructed. if you let go of her here she’ll get caught in the reeds and someone will find her.
I can believe its come to this. I was never ment to be dumoping a body in the marshy backwoods of lake dryson. I know this cant stay a secret,, how can i be expexted not to tell anyone? im only sixteen. The concept of keeping a secret this sever is more than daunting. a secret like this can kill a person. In fact, it already has.
keely pushed her way in to get a better veiw of herself in the mirror.
i dont know what does this mean. but i like the word, it sounds very nice, really nice, ill check it in the dictionary now.. it rhymes with jade which is also a very nice word
in the tide
through the rough
through the clear
froth
bubbles
shells
sand and grit
feet clenched and smoothed
cushioned by sinking ground
knees push through
waves lapping
mid thigh
like a cat
gosling steps winnowed through her paddling pools
of faith and small teaspoons of syrup that looked like trust
i can’t seem to get this damned thorn out of my side, he complained steadily
so she sucked out the poison and his soul went with it
wading through the marsh, the galliant sir oinksalot swung at the grotesque troll. He deftly struck a blow to his neck, severing the limb and the troll fell to the ground. The galliant knight wiped the sword in the water and cleaned up.
wading is what ducks do and people and frogs and deer and everything except for fish and underwater creatures. I am wasting my time doing this. Why “wade” dumb word really.
wade in the water. wade in the water, children, wade in the water. blahblahblah a bunch of other words that go to that song. we sang that song in like 6th grade chorus. back when i thought i could sing. it was great! i’ve now learned that i cannot sing, and very few people can sing (decently at least), which is a little bit sad but oh well.
i have no fucking clue what that means, it kinda looks stupid, words with w are dumbe, w is a dumb letter, kinda looks like wear, and I guess it could sound like it. I don’t know, it’s just a little stupid. this is a waste of time. yep, it is.
Wade…that’s all i told myself i was going to do; just wade maybe hip-deep into the water. i wasn’t going tp let myself be seduced by the cool stillness of the clear blue water, wasn’t going to let myself syccumb to it’s cool depths.
But what if i did/ who would know, much less care? other people have over the years; their names whisperd through our small town in hushed tones.
I waded in a pool of utter despair and self doubt – it was utterly useless; why did I have to ask her? I could have waded through life, nervously looking into her mysterious eyes for a life time, except that had been ruined. I have a choice to make; I can’t go on as I am now, disconsolate and despondent at the thought of my very mistake. I could continue living my life, but would anything ever be the same? Probably not – it was wistfully I hoped that we would go back to normal. I extinguished this hope. I have chosen to wade towards a different life; a life in which I shall cease to live. A life without the purgatory burdens of my predicament. A life of senseless happiness – unfeeling and loved. A life in which I would console, recover and continue. Life is a gift – one stupid mistake and I have wasted mine…
I know a guy with this name. He was best friends with my brother since preschool. Then they went to primary school together and met uo again in highschool but lost the friendship along the way.
wade into the shallow water and let yourself relax
just feel the waves crash around your knees. How can anyone feel stressed when they are in such a wonderful place.
I love to wade in the salty water of mira gut and big glace bay. How many time have I stood her and relaxed?
I’m not english myself, by about this word I’d very much like to say this, through poetical glasses.
Wade, if you look up to skies you may
see sometimes clear blue made heaven,
because like the ocean-shadow Wade keeps
the water blue-spirit with heavens clearest blue-images…
Wade in the Water…..
Wade in the Water Children….
Wade in the Water…….
God’s a gonna trouble, de water……..
wade is an good thing in the water.. i think it’s just like a girls breast. It rises from the water (see it like a girl having a bath) without the nipples ofcourse. Wade in the water is a song I know. Don’t know who wrote it. Nice word!
I waded into the shallow part of the ocean. It was overcast. My shoes were on. I was tentative, but committed, fearfully. The day was comfortable, not windy, not given to many waves.
wade. i’m not from america or england and i dont really know what this word means. but i have a small clue. Wade, wade, rhymes with spade, made, and perhaps more words.
it’s great to wade in the puddle. so what if it’s winter? Who says it’s only for ducks? I made sure to go around the corner, so why does my mother always find out?
One World ist unsere einzige Welt die wir haben. Lernen wir wieder in Einklang mit der Natur zu leben, dann wird es in 1000 Jahren vielleicht die Spezies Mensch noch geben… Ist es
sounds like this guy I kind of know… he owns a bottle store and sells liquor to underage kids, which included me at one stage… hahah. It was the best being young & drunk, hooking up with lots of girls and actintg irresponsible. I actually think I love Wade!!!!
wades in the water till her toes looked like raisins and her tears were mistaken for splashes. disguise
Wade is the name of a pottery company that produces tiny, badly formed animals. They have risen in price in recent years on the second hand market.
An alternative meaning is to walk in water, usually the sea – a cold and uncomfortable way to behave in most circumstances.
Either way for me this is a negative word.
Wade is the name of a pottery company that produces tiny, badly formed animlas. They have risen in price in recent years on the second hand market.
An alternative meaning is to walk in water, usually the sea – a cold and uncomfortable way to behave in most circumstances.
Either way for me this is a negative word.
Wade is th ename of a pottery company that produces tiny, badly formed animlas. They have risen in price in recent years on the second hand market.
An alternative meaning is to walk in water, usually the sea – a cold and uncomfortable way to behave in most circumstances.
Either way for me this is a negative word.
Wade in the water, children. Wade in, don’t think. Trust me.
wading is fun if the weather is warm, brings back memories of childhood, canoes, vermont, and my dogs and cats.
wading also is fun unless there are poisonous jellyfish – often occurs in australia.
everything in australia is poisonous.
i wade through the mire of life in boots to short to keep the mud out. Too bad I can’t wade to a distant shore where there’s beach sand instead.
The word wade reminds me of wading in the creek behind my old house when I was bout 10 years old. We were always looking for lizards and toads and anything else slimy that we could put in a jar. Wade also reminds me of my former co-workers who were married and that was their last name. I had a dream about them the other night actually.
I waded in the water. Lapping at my legs. I went towards her. She stayed there. I wanted to run to her, but the water had stopped me. Or at least slowed me down. I had to reach her somehow… I couldn’t wade fast enough though.
In the pond i saw a dress covered with mud, I had to go retrieve it as it looked as though it belonged to someone. It took me more than courage to cross.
Wading through the swamp was not pleasant and Abigail felt like she should complain to someone, perhaps that aligator lazily floating over there next to the dripping trees. She sighed. Why did George always run to the dankest parts of the swamp? It was hardly fair. The pills meant that he never seemed to notice the wet and cold, whereas her nurses uniform was already plastered to her skin after only fifteen minutes stepping through the thick murky water.
A bird chirped fromt he canopy above and Abigail squinted, wondering how low the afternoon sun had gotten. She was sure it was still early, but the shadows never seemed to fade, even on the brightest days in here. The water swirled in huge slow ripples and she wondered which way George had gone.
in these ocean waves i see my face, colored red with gore. In grapes of ebon sweet parade and sugar cup beyond the sale of grand unmake. Ere the tide did sweep me up, body legs and soul and all.
to wade into the ocean is one of life’s simple pleasures. wading or paddling is something that is done often and freely as a child but becomes more of a chore as we age. or mature. wading becomes part of doing paperwork or laundry or cookery, not the simple joy of immersing oneself in cool, calm or tumultuous water.
I wade in the shallow pool of my own desperate thoughts…lost..lonely…homesick…though I am always home
I wonder who came up with this idea. Its pretty darn unique. I dont normally like racing against the clock, but this is different.
I dont even know what to write..
Mary had a little lamb,
Her daddy shot it dead
now it goes to school with her
between two slices of bread!
wade out deep, he instructed. if you let go of her here she’ll get caught in the reeds and someone will find her.
I can believe its come to this. I was never ment to be dumoping a body in the marshy backwoods of lake dryson. I know this cant stay a secret,, how can i be expexted not to tell anyone? im only sixteen. The concept of keeping a secret this sever is more than daunting. a secret like this can kill a person. In fact, it already has.
keely pushed her way in to get a better veiw of herself in the mirror.
i dont know what does this mean. but i like the word, it sounds very nice, really nice, ill check it in the dictionary now.. it rhymes with jade which is also a very nice word
one word is all you need to convey “love”.
wade was a beautiful girl. She would just wade into any conversation but with a jolly smile and sweet sounding words.
I loved here once. Now She wode off, into the distance! With horse and cupboard in tow
Wade: to step in or through a medium (as water) offering more resistance than air
You know what has more resistance that air. REPUBLICANS!
in the tide
through the rough
through the clear
froth
bubbles
shells
sand and grit
feet clenched and smoothed
cushioned by sinking ground
knees push through
waves lapping
mid thigh
like a cat
gosling steps winnowed through her paddling pools
of faith and small teaspoons of syrup that looked like trust
i can’t seem to get this damned thorn out of my side, he complained steadily
so she sucked out the poison and his soul went with it
goes to show, our pain can define us sometimes.
wading through the marsh, the galliant sir oinksalot swung at the grotesque troll. He deftly struck a blow to his neck, severing the limb and the troll fell to the ground. The galliant knight wiped the sword in the water and cleaned up.
wading is what ducks do and people and frogs and deer and everything except for fish and underwater creatures. I am wasting my time doing this. Why “wade” dumb word really.
wade in the water. wade in the water, children, wade in the water. blahblahblah a bunch of other words that go to that song. we sang that song in like 6th grade chorus. back when i thought i could sing. it was great! i’ve now learned that i cannot sing, and very few people can sing (decently at least), which is a little bit sad but oh well.
i have no fucking clue what that means, it kinda looks stupid, words with w are dumbe, w is a dumb letter, kinda looks like wear, and I guess it could sound like it. I don’t know, it’s just a little stupid. this is a waste of time. yep, it is.
Everything was wet.
Wade…that’s all i told myself i was going to do; just wade maybe hip-deep into the water. i wasn’t going tp let myself be seduced by the cool stillness of the clear blue water, wasn’t going to let myself syccumb to it’s cool depths.
But what if i did/ who would know, much less care? other people have over the years; their names whisperd through our small town in hushed tones.
I waded in a pool of utter despair and self doubt – it was utterly useless; why did I have to ask her? I could have waded through life, nervously looking into her mysterious eyes for a life time, except that had been ruined. I have a choice to make; I can’t go on as I am now, disconsolate and despondent at the thought of my very mistake. I could continue living my life, but would anything ever be the same? Probably not – it was wistfully I hoped that we would go back to normal. I extinguished this hope. I have chosen to wade towards a different life; a life in which I shall cease to live. A life without the purgatory burdens of my predicament. A life of senseless happiness – unfeeling and loved. A life in which I would console, recover and continue. Life is a gift – one stupid mistake and I have wasted mine…
I know a guy with this name. He was best friends with my brother since preschool. Then they went to primary school together and met uo again in highschool but lost the friendship along the way.
i si into the cold, cold ocean. wading through the water, there are no waves and everythng is still, im at peace.