And I’ve lived like a ‘waver’, always waving to everyone I saw. It was like being some famous degenerate, thinking I’m the one someone always wants to see. Thinking I’m the one someone wants to wave back to. I’ve found sitting in the corner is a lot easier, a lot nicer, being quiet, being alone, being alive.
I’m not going to waver anymore when it comes to you. I don’t need sixty seconds or sixty minutes to decide what I need to say. What I want to say. What needs to be said. These are the thoughts that run through my head when I see you out and about…
I don’t really like to waver. It seems kinda bipolar. I waver on my affections a lot, and that’s always a problem for me :( unfortunately that’s allowed me to not have a steady girlfriend. I just wish i could be more consistent in my affections and find someone that’s worth it :) and someone who’s my perfect match.
I was sitting talking with a friend about makeing a waver for the white rabbit to wear his whit coat to school but she didn’t think it was pass. I decided if he signed it and said it was because he cold and his furr just does keep hime warm the he would be able to wear it.
I don’t even know what that even means. Someone who waves silly thing at silly people. Things waver when they go up and down. Something that is uncertain. Waves are funny. Everything is funny. The ocean. Things that flow. Blue things. Waving. Waver. The physical act of waving or someone who does that physical thing.
I don’t know what this word means. I have never heard it before. At least i don’t think that I have. It’s weird. This is my third or fourth time trying this out. I really hope it works this time because I think it’s a cool thing to do. Similar to a stress reliever and a way of a diary! hehe
Sturdy and committed I stand by your side. Knowing that a friendship is the best thing right now as I finish forming myself. As I finish my gestation into myself and this new place of being and seeing the world. As I shift, I find strength. As I find strength I find myself. As I find myself, I find a deeper, stronger connection with you.
I didn’t waver in my decision to take tap dance. I bought the shoes and the sexy black onesie. I even attended the first class. For 15 whole minutes. I tried a few dance moves, then slipped on the stupid noisy tap things and fell. After that, I never came back.
And just when I thought I was done writing about the tide, I feel drawn back to ocean images. To Frost’s hill, and not the voice that calls me back, or says goodbye, but to the frothy shore that reminds me that I am bereft.
You never want to waver in your faith, but sometimes it just happens. You can’t help it. But you want it to go away. That horrid feeling. You want to be sure. Always sure. No doubts. When you doubt is that a sin? Is it ok? Just read. Reassure yourself. Realize the beauty of it all.
waver between choices i can never make up my mind. im so indecisive god i need to stop being so critical of myself. hmmm okay i have more time- what to say. im doing it again im wavering goddamnit
The note wavers in the air, disappearing into the silence, and the silence is then overcome with applause. The audience is on their feet, cheering, whistling. Little Sabrina, hardly eight years old, grins widely and curtsies before running off to her mother in the wing, shiny white shoes glistening in the spotlights.
As the Captain looked down the sights of his rifle, he courage would not waver. He knew that soon a dozen men would come swarming out of the COM base. There were men depending on his calm. If he failed now, if he were to waver, they would surely die. “Forget the cold, forget the fear….you must survive; they need you” He said, his heart staying strong. He did not waver.
Despite the fact that Gantz’s understanding of abstract concepts could be compared to that of an infant rhinoceros, he successfully lectured the conference regarding the ontological implications of quantum physics without wavering. When asked as to how he could do it, he simply stated, ‘I used my imagination’.
His smile wavered, his eyes watered, and he gave a great sniff. And all of the sudden, he was holding me tightly and breaking down. Suddenly all his fears, all his sadness, everything came crashing down and he let it out. Finally, he felt free.
Little did I know, such was the end of my own freedom.
i wavered as i stood on the brink, something waited for me at the edge of the cliffs, something huge and world shattering, something that would open the bars of the cage forever. What was it? What could it be? What had brought me to the edge like this, a horrible wretch bereft of friends and we
There was a waver in his heart. Something that told him to stop doing what he did. He didn’t know where it would lead him. Some off of a cliff, some back to home. Wherever it was, it was not with her, and that made his heart waver again. Hurt. Sorrow. Those did not waver instead. They sat there solely to contrast the other emotions.
i have to write a waver for english but i really dont want to and im upset. If my old teacher stayed, i would have had a higher grade and im scared for my ap english test next week and im not going to get a high score and i’m going to suck at life and i don’t know what to do any more i might as well become a hobo
permission. takes away responsibility for somebody else that doesnt want the consequences on them. its like,” Hey! im making someone sign something so that when you royally screw up I dont have to take responsibility for you.” its sits there and screams unreliable.
She began to waver off the side of the road into on-coming traffic. The truck couldn’t stop and the glass wrapped around the woman’s head, depositing it in the next seat. At the funeral, everyone was silent, and no one came to write her eulogy..
You start. You start. You start. No you just stopped again. The whole sensation of hesitation, limitation. Not letting yourself jump forward and start. Can you do it? Should you do it? How do you do it? How do you start?
I cannot decide which way to go on this project. I waver. In my wavering, I consider the myriad options confronting me. With any choice, I kill a thousand other possibilities. It is easier to wait and waver.
He peered over the counter at the shy young man before him. The man shuffled nervously, wiping away his curly locks from his slightly sweating forehead. It had only been a week since he received his license request, but after some consideration, the officer gave him the benefit of the doubt. “Waver granted. Be careful kid.” The kid’s first reaction was one of relief, then of determination for the mission that lay ahead…
I don’t have beliefs that shift like
sand
though I sometimes wonder
fluttering
between two paths
and cannot choose between
the sunlit thorny path and the dark and grassy knoll
though perhaps
like butterfly wings
we were meant to waver.
we had to fill out a waver before we were able to use the equipment, we werent allowed to go on the machines we werent allowed to do anything all because of the people who have been injured for being idiots! not i have to wait until we sign this and be on with our lives
The branches shake in the wind. Whenever it blows, they waver, back and forth, trying to withstand its superb strength. Sometimes they can resist, never giving up. But other times, they are not strong enough, and they cannot help but break.
Waver, like to wave? Not like to discard like something nasty, something bad you don’t want. I think of little kids at doors waving to parents on cool summer mornings. I think of my brother sending me an animated ‘wave’ on my phone. I think about how I would wave at gorillas at the zoo; all shy and timid because they’re so much bigger and scarier. But a waver . . . that should be me. Happier than most. Because who waves anymore?
I don’t need your opinions. I don’t need your hurtful words. I don’t need your advice. I am not easily swayed. I have my own thoughts. I am not easily wavered.
This makes me think of voiding something. Not really paying attention to it. Or to settle for something. To waver could be to dismiss something. Or it could mean to make a deal for something. I’ve never really had to think very much about this word.
I watched as the ocean floor wavered it was not an unpleasent experience just unexpected in my opinion usually as people describe it ghiosts waver and other things just as important its not unnnatural to see for me
I was singing at a concert one time and there was this guy in the audience who kept waving at his daughter and I nicknamed him “the waver.” That’s all he did the whole time. He just waved. He didn’t yell anything but the waver just kept on waving.
She was handed a waver, telling her she’d have to leave the country within a few days. Heartbroken, she slips the waver in her pocket. War has struck her in all the wrong places.
I watched as the fire s flames wavered before i felt an ominous feeling in the air what if i really had done it as maria said it wasn;t uncommmon for me to walk around as io slepty in fatc i was often found not in myt bed but on the couch in the living room or in my parents bed
She waves at everyone.
She is four.
The people on the street. The people in line at the grocery store. The people serving her family in a restaurant. In the car, she sits in her car seat and waves.
Everyone waves back. She is four.
I know things. I learned it when I was 19. And 23 and 26 and 35 and now,
I’m learning it again.
Why are the most fundamental truths so hard to retain?
Why do I waver when I know
What I’ve always
Known?
“What’cha doin’, buckaroo?” Julie asked. “You going to come back to our little picnic?
Donny was standing on the side of the cliff, a rope tied around his midriff, the other end tied to a large rock, which he was struggling to hold.
“I’m going to end it. I can’t take this anymore.”
Julie furrowed her brow and said, “Oh, my God! Please … please come away from the edge — we can talk about this.”
He turned and said, “We haven’t been communicating, we don’t talk anymore.”
“We are talking now,” she said, her voice cracking.
“And your mother thinks I’m a jerk.”
In tears, Julie said, “We don’t have to visit her so often.”
“And I’m wracked with guilt because I’ve been sleeping with my secretary.”
Julie turned and walked away, calling over her shoulder, “Well then, don’t waver from your mission.”
Waver. Like, a waver that you sing incase you get hurt. Like, waterslides. PIZZA FRIES AT THE WATERSLIDE PLACE! Yeah, that. that’s a waver.
Wavers have wavers. They make you not die. Which is a lie, they make you die. So, the opposite of what I said before.WHY IS MY TIME GOING AGAIN. I ALREADY WROTE THIS. WTH IS GOING ON. DID I JUST TIME TRAVEL?! AM I IN NARNIA?! HOW DID I GET HERE? I DIDN’T GO THROUGH A WARDROBE. THAT IS THE ONLY EFFICIENT WAY OF TRAVELING TO NARNIA!!! BUT I DIDN’T DO THAT! SO WHY AM I HERE?!?!
And I’ve lived like a ‘waver’, always waving to everyone I saw. It was like being some famous degenerate, thinking I’m the one someone always wants to see. Thinking I’m the one someone wants to wave back to. I’ve found sitting in the corner is a lot easier, a lot nicer, being quiet, being alone, being alive.
I’m not going to waver anymore when it comes to you. I don’t need sixty seconds or sixty minutes to decide what I need to say. What I want to say. What needs to be said. These are the thoughts that run through my head when I see you out and about…
I don’t really like to waver. It seems kinda bipolar. I waver on my affections a lot, and that’s always a problem for me :( unfortunately that’s allowed me to not have a steady girlfriend. I just wish i could be more consistent in my affections and find someone that’s worth it :) and someone who’s my perfect match.
I was sitting talking with a friend about makeing a waver for the white rabbit to wear his whit coat to school but she didn’t think it was pass. I decided if he signed it and said it was because he cold and his furr just does keep hime warm the he would be able to wear it.
I don’t even know what that even means. Someone who waves silly thing at silly people. Things waver when they go up and down. Something that is uncertain. Waves are funny. Everything is funny. The ocean. Things that flow. Blue things. Waving. Waver. The physical act of waving or someone who does that physical thing.
I don’t know what this word means. I have never heard it before. At least i don’t think that I have. It’s weird. This is my third or fourth time trying this out. I really hope it works this time because I think it’s a cool thing to do. Similar to a stress reliever and a way of a diary! hehe
Sturdy and committed I stand by your side. Knowing that a friendship is the best thing right now as I finish forming myself. As I finish my gestation into myself and this new place of being and seeing the world. As I shift, I find strength. As I find strength I find myself. As I find myself, I find a deeper, stronger connection with you.
I didn’t waver in my decision to take tap dance. I bought the shoes and the sexy black onesie. I even attended the first class. For 15 whole minutes. I tried a few dance moves, then slipped on the stupid noisy tap things and fell. After that, I never came back.
And just when I thought I was done writing about the tide, I feel drawn back to ocean images. To Frost’s hill, and not the voice that calls me back, or says goodbye, but to the frothy shore that reminds me that I am bereft.
I cannot waver in this world of indifference when so many people hide from the truth. How can you lie down and wait for luck to strike?
You never want to waver in your faith, but sometimes it just happens. You can’t help it. But you want it to go away. That horrid feeling. You want to be sure. Always sure. No doubts. When you doubt is that a sin? Is it ok? Just read. Reassure yourself. Realize the beauty of it all.
waver between choices i can never make up my mind. im so indecisive god i need to stop being so critical of myself. hmmm okay i have more time- what to say. im doing it again im wavering goddamnit
The note wavers in the air, disappearing into the silence, and the silence is then overcome with applause. The audience is on their feet, cheering, whistling. Little Sabrina, hardly eight years old, grins widely and curtsies before running off to her mother in the wing, shiny white shoes glistening in the spotlights.
As the Captain looked down the sights of his rifle, he courage would not waver. He knew that soon a dozen men would come swarming out of the COM base. There were men depending on his calm. If he failed now, if he were to waver, they would surely die. “Forget the cold, forget the fear….you must survive; they need you” He said, his heart staying strong. He did not waver.
Despite the fact that Gantz’s understanding of abstract concepts could be compared to that of an infant rhinoceros, he successfully lectured the conference regarding the ontological implications of quantum physics without wavering. When asked as to how he could do it, he simply stated, ‘I used my imagination’.
His smile wavered, his eyes watered, and he gave a great sniff. And all of the sudden, he was holding me tightly and breaking down. Suddenly all his fears, all his sadness, everything came crashing down and he let it out. Finally, he felt free.
Little did I know, such was the end of my own freedom.
i wavered as i stood on the brink, something waited for me at the edge of the cliffs, something huge and world shattering, something that would open the bars of the cage forever. What was it? What could it be? What had brought me to the edge like this, a horrible wretch bereft of friends and we
There was a waver in his heart. Something that told him to stop doing what he did. He didn’t know where it would lead him. Some off of a cliff, some back to home. Wherever it was, it was not with her, and that made his heart waver again. Hurt. Sorrow. Those did not waver instead. They sat there solely to contrast the other emotions.
i have to write a waver for english but i really dont want to and im upset. If my old teacher stayed, i would have had a higher grade and im scared for my ap english test next week and im not going to get a high score and i’m going to suck at life and i don’t know what to do any more i might as well become a hobo
permission. takes away responsibility for somebody else that doesnt want the consequences on them. its like,” Hey! im making someone sign something so that when you royally screw up I dont have to take responsibility for you.” its sits there and screams unreliable.
She began to waver off the side of the road into on-coming traffic. The truck couldn’t stop and the glass wrapped around the woman’s head, depositing it in the next seat. At the funeral, everyone was silent, and no one came to write her eulogy..
to be indecisive… to not be able to make up one’s mind…
You start. You start. You start. No you just stopped again. The whole sensation of hesitation, limitation. Not letting yourself jump forward and start. Can you do it? Should you do it? How do you do it? How do you start?
I cannot decide which way to go on this project. I waver. In my wavering, I consider the myriad options confronting me. With any choice, I kill a thousand other possibilities. It is easier to wait and waver.
He peered over the counter at the shy young man before him. The man shuffled nervously, wiping away his curly locks from his slightly sweating forehead. It had only been a week since he received his license request, but after some consideration, the officer gave him the benefit of the doubt. “Waver granted. Be careful kid.” The kid’s first reaction was one of relief, then of determination for the mission that lay ahead…
I don’t have beliefs that shift like
sand
though I sometimes wonder
fluttering
between two paths
and cannot choose between
the sunlit thorny path and the dark and grassy knoll
though perhaps
like butterfly wings
we were meant to waver.
we had to fill out a waver before we were able to use the equipment, we werent allowed to go on the machines we werent allowed to do anything all because of the people who have been injured for being idiots! not i have to wait until we sign this and be on with our lives
The branches shake in the wind. Whenever it blows, they waver, back and forth, trying to withstand its superb strength. Sometimes they can resist, never giving up. But other times, they are not strong enough, and they cannot help but break.
Waver, like to wave? Not like to discard like something nasty, something bad you don’t want. I think of little kids at doors waving to parents on cool summer mornings. I think of my brother sending me an animated ‘wave’ on my phone. I think about how I would wave at gorillas at the zoo; all shy and timid because they’re so much bigger and scarier. But a waver . . . that should be me. Happier than most. Because who waves anymore?
I don’t need your opinions. I don’t need your hurtful words. I don’t need your advice. I am not easily swayed. I have my own thoughts. I am not easily wavered.
This makes me think of voiding something. Not really paying attention to it. Or to settle for something. To waver could be to dismiss something. Or it could mean to make a deal for something. I’ve never really had to think very much about this word.
I watched as the ocean floor wavered it was not an unpleasent experience just unexpected in my opinion usually as people describe it ghiosts waver and other things just as important its not unnnatural to see for me
Don’t waver about nothing, listen to your heart, it will show you the better way, even if it’s don’t seem to be by the first view, it will be later.
I was singing at a concert one time and there was this guy in the audience who kept waving at his daughter and I nicknamed him “the waver.” That’s all he did the whole time. He just waved. He didn’t yell anything but the waver just kept on waving.
She was handed a waver, telling her she’d have to leave the country within a few days. Heartbroken, she slips the waver in her pocket. War has struck her in all the wrong places.
I watched as the fire s flames wavered before i felt an ominous feeling in the air what if i really had done it as maria said it wasn;t uncommmon for me to walk around as io slepty in fatc i was often found not in myt bed but on the couch in the living room or in my parents bed
She waves at everyone.
She is four.
The people on the street. The people in line at the grocery store. The people serving her family in a restaurant. In the car, she sits in her car seat and waves.
Everyone waves back. She is four.
I know things. I learned it when I was 19. And 23 and 26 and 35 and now,
I’m learning it again.
Why are the most fundamental truths so hard to retain?
Why do I waver when I know
What I’ve always
Known?
“What’cha doin’, buckaroo?” Julie asked. “You going to come back to our little picnic?
Donny was standing on the side of the cliff, a rope tied around his midriff, the other end tied to a large rock, which he was struggling to hold.
“I’m going to end it. I can’t take this anymore.”
Julie furrowed her brow and said, “Oh, my God! Please … please come away from the edge — we can talk about this.”
He turned and said, “We haven’t been communicating, we don’t talk anymore.”
“We are talking now,” she said, her voice cracking.
“And your mother thinks I’m a jerk.”
In tears, Julie said, “We don’t have to visit her so often.”
“And I’m wracked with guilt because I’ve been sleeping with my secretary.”
Julie turned and walked away, calling over her shoulder, “Well then, don’t waver from your mission.”
Waver. Like, a waver that you sing incase you get hurt. Like, waterslides. PIZZA FRIES AT THE WATERSLIDE PLACE! Yeah, that. that’s a waver.
Wavers have wavers. They make you not die. Which is a lie, they make you die. So, the opposite of what I said before.WHY IS MY TIME GOING AGAIN. I ALREADY WROTE THIS. WTH IS GOING ON. DID I JUST TIME TRAVEL?! AM I IN NARNIA?! HOW DID I GET HERE? I DIDN’T GO THROUGH A WARDROBE. THAT IS THE ONLY EFFICIENT WAY OF TRAVELING TO NARNIA!!! BUT I DIDN’T DO THAT! SO WHY AM I HERE?!?!