whether or not. i don’t know. this prompts make me wonder if I really want to be here. I feel crushed by this word, it makes me want to walk away and never come back. I bought you flowers oneword, but you don’t deserve them. I’m sorry, it’s me not you. I had a bad day at work and some jerk ran over my hat.
whether or not you can imagine it the size of the universe is ever expanding. It is something to be amazed at and yet in this ever expanding universe what it incredible to think of is that we as the human race think we are actually important.
Whether or not there will be a change after all of the information flowing through our brains, a hurricane, a cyclone, it isn’t all peachy weather here on earth.
It was whether or not it will effect the small children in the crowd, which was the main focus of two of the guards, onlooking while spraying bullets into the faces of protesters. I wonder if they will grow up deranged, scarred, that is, of course, if they grow up at all.
Whether or not I like this guy, a relationship is forming. This always happens to me. I just kind of, sort of like someone, end up going with the flow for a bit and BAM I’m dating them.
Whether or not this phrase, paragraph or sentence makes any sense that is comprehensible, I am fully and absolutely aware that I posses talent. On a daily basis I dream about becoming a great writer and focusing on my career as a columnist for GQ magazine and profound book writer.
weather or not bananas are purple, i like to think they are because it makes me feel a little better about myself in the long run; but i have come to the realization that this deluded way of thinking is wrong. And i gotta take a dump.
I just wanted to know whether you’d like to spend the day together.
We could dip our fingertips into the river, take a long walk on the pier, remember what it’s like to feel the sun.
I have to decide whether to continue this adventure or not. It is an endeavor I thought I wanted to do. One I had believed I had to do, but now I no longer know. Is it the right thing? that is the million dollar question.
Whether I love you or not, you will have changed no matter what has happened. That’s what happens, we take from each other. We learn from each other. And sometimes, we don’t ever notice when we do. Sometimes, it just becomes us.
A word that means something completely different then weather. I’m not really sure what this means. Brainfart to the max. I think it lists that there is more than one option.
Whether you decide to be there for someone or not, is your choice. Whether you live your live to the fullest is not is up to you. No one can determine anything for you and as much as the decision process sucks, we have to do it. Whether we want to or not, decisions must be made, life must be lived, and shit has to happen for us all to feel like we maybe have a place in this world after all.
Whether the dark of the desert claims you or your own foolish actions lead to the end is irrelevant – it is coming, like a freight train, unstoppable. No choice is also a choice, and almost worse than making the wrong one.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.
He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human sitting there. So smart yet so… primitive.
He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.
“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and walked to the Master close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.
A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.
He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last time you had sex? A hundred years ago?” he joked with another playful peck.
“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.
Whether weather wither. Withering away like the last dying flower in a Valentine’s Day bouquet. Whether or not the last petal falls depends on how long the flower sits, decaying into compost. Rain falls down in vain.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.
He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human sitting there. So smart yet so… primitive.
He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.
“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and walked to the Master close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.
A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.
He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last you had sex? 900 years?” he joked with another playful peck.
“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.
A/N: Sorry, just a little Wholock to cheer me up! :)
so will i or won’t i is the question. it really is based on hamlet’s to be or not be to speech. whether it is better to play victim for your life, never take responsibility and live in denial, or choose the option of being fully functional, engage with life, depends on you
whether is a word that can easily be mistaken with weather, however, each possess significantly different meanings. The former refers to an option, whilst the latter refers to the climate. I prefer the visual aesthetics of weather personally.
Whether or not you were there is irrelevant. What happened to the money? You came in after the explosion. Who was there? Why did you run? Say something!
Whether or not the truth will clear the killer, of any criminal action, we are all deavasted by the fact the our friend is dead and the person responsible was allowed to left the country., without been detained.
Whether it’s blue or green, it doesn’t matter. In the end, it’s all nature, it’s all natural and the snake of life will curl or unfurl in either one, the bird of life will swoop or drop and prowling through both- preying from above and skulking below- death will turn all rainbows black.
whether or not i want to just sit on her face i cant mimic how much pain i am because of her, i cant say how much this hurts me. i see them together and i just take how much of a killer bitch this girl is, i want to smack her and and ask her nicely to go to hell :)
Should I do it? It’s been three years since we last saw each other. Since we last talked to each other. Will she forgive me? Will I find the courage to ask for forgiveness?
Whether it is between you and them. I choose you. Whether it is between you and reality. I still choose you. As cheesy as it sounds, you made me feel better after two decades of pain.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry – so maybe I’ll do both! Shakespeare said something about whether we should take up arms against a sea of troubles, etc etc in Hamlet (I think!) but what to do about my own troubles, I don’t know!
Whether or not you like it, wheather is never in your favour. When you want hot, you get cold when you want cold, you get hot. It never likes you. And whether or not you are prepared, melbourne will give you every temperature you could want and a mllion more
whether i like it or not im stuck at my boyfriends house, listeing to him snore after going out to a bar for some drinks, he came in actinglike we were going to have sex and he falls asleep, im frustrated.
Whether or not I do what I say I am going to do really makes no difference to me today. I know that it may make a difference to others but to me I don’t really care.
Is there anybody going to listen to my story? I don’t think so. Whether or not-
There. I used whether. The Treasury is a bank of the fiscal holders. The birds in the trees sing softly about the coming eclipse. After all this time I don’t know why. Mountain of St. Zion, Apache Rose Peacock.
Life, they say, comes down to a series of decisions. They were incorrect. Life does not come down to a series of decisions, but rather, just one. The decision of whether you will, or whether you will not.
Life, they say, comes down to a series of decisions. They were incorrect. Life does not come down to a series of decisions, but rather, just one. The decision of whether you would, or whether you would not.
Whether its this whether or the other one- weather, what really matters is that now of it is fine. Whether I’ll get a job in the next 30 days does not depend on the weather.
whether i’m feeling under the weather in this weather remains to be seen whether or not you believe me. i don’t know whether it matters or not, but we weather a lot of situations like these.
whether or not. i don’t know. this prompts make me wonder if I really want to be here. I feel crushed by this word, it makes me want to walk away and never come back. I bought you flowers oneword, but you don’t deserve them. I’m sorry, it’s me not you. I had a bad day at work and some jerk ran over my hat.
whether or not you can imagine it the size of the universe is ever expanding. It is something to be amazed at and yet in this ever expanding universe what it incredible to think of is that we as the human race think we are actually important.
Whether or not I pursue this major, don’t be intimidated by my coincidental omnipotence.
I don’t know whether to stay or sit.
Whether or not there will be a change after all of the information flowing through our brains, a hurricane, a cyclone, it isn’t all peachy weather here on earth.
It was whether or not it will effect the small children in the crowd, which was the main focus of two of the guards, onlooking while spraying bullets into the faces of protesters. I wonder if they will grow up deranged, scarred, that is, of course, if they grow up at all.
Whether or not I like this guy, a relationship is forming. This always happens to me. I just kind of, sort of like someone, end up going with the flow for a bit and BAM I’m dating them.
Whether or not this phrase, paragraph or sentence makes any sense that is comprehensible, I am fully and absolutely aware that I posses talent. On a daily basis I dream about becoming a great writer and focusing on my career as a columnist for GQ magazine and profound book writer.
weather or not bananas are purple, i like to think they are because it makes me feel a little better about myself in the long run; but i have come to the realization that this deluded way of thinking is wrong. And i gotta take a dump.
I just wanted to know whether you’d like to spend the day together.
We could dip our fingertips into the river, take a long walk on the pier, remember what it’s like to feel the sun.
I could be good enough for you.
I have to decide whether to continue this adventure or not. It is an endeavor I thought I wanted to do. One I had believed I had to do, but now I no longer know. Is it the right thing? that is the million dollar question.
Whether I love you or not, you will have changed no matter what has happened. That’s what happens, we take from each other. We learn from each other. And sometimes, we don’t ever notice when we do. Sometimes, it just becomes us.
A word that means something completely different then weather. I’m not really sure what this means. Brainfart to the max. I think it lists that there is more than one option.
Whether you decide to be there for someone or not, is your choice. Whether you live your live to the fullest is not is up to you. No one can determine anything for you and as much as the decision process sucks, we have to do it. Whether we want to or not, decisions must be made, life must be lived, and shit has to happen for us all to feel like we maybe have a place in this world after all.
Whether the dark of the desert claims you or your own foolish actions lead to the end is irrelevant – it is coming, like a freight train, unstoppable. No choice is also a choice, and almost worse than making the wrong one.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.
He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human sitting there. So smart yet so… primitive.
He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.
“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and walked to the Master close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.
A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.
He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last time you had sex? A hundred years ago?” he joked with another playful peck.
“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.
Whether weather wither. Withering away like the last dying flower in a Valentine’s Day bouquet. Whether or not the last petal falls depends on how long the flower sits, decaying into compost. Rain falls down in vain.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.
He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human sitting there. So smart yet so… primitive.
He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.
“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and walked to the Master close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.
A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.
He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last you had sex? 900 years?” he joked with another playful peck.
“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.
A/N: Sorry, just a little Wholock to cheer me up! :)
so will i or won’t i is the question. it really is based on hamlet’s to be or not be to speech. whether it is better to play victim for your life, never take responsibility and live in denial, or choose the option of being fully functional, engage with life, depends on you
whether is a word that can easily be mistaken with weather, however, each possess significantly different meanings. The former refers to an option, whilst the latter refers to the climate. I prefer the visual aesthetics of weather personally.
Whether you’ll ever, whether you’ll never… whether it’s weather or not.
I don’t know whether to tether you up.
Whether.
Whether or not you were there is irrelevant. What happened to the money? You came in after the explosion. Who was there? Why did you run? Say something!
Whether or not the truth will clear the killer, of any criminal action, we are all deavasted by the fact the our friend is dead and the person responsible was allowed to left the country., without been detained.
Whether it’s blue or green, it doesn’t matter. In the end, it’s all nature, it’s all natural and the snake of life will curl or unfurl in either one, the bird of life will swoop or drop and prowling through both- preying from above and skulking below- death will turn all rainbows black.
whether is beautiful to day, last day of Irish summer after summer? its good to bed back recharged and fresh, live is beautiful
SUCCESS
whether or not i want to just sit on her face i cant mimic how much pain i am because of her, i cant say how much this hurts me. i see them together and i just take how much of a killer bitch this girl is, i want to smack her and and ask her nicely to go to hell :)
The whether is nice.
Shit.
I deleted it.
The weather is nice.
How do I always manage to fuck those up?
Enter.
Yeah, we were talking about the weather now.
Excellent.
Whether to write or not.
Should I do it? It’s been three years since we last saw each other. Since we last talked to each other. Will she forgive me? Will I find the courage to ask for forgiveness?
I wrote the letter.
Whether it is between you and them. I choose you. Whether it is between you and reality. I still choose you. As cheesy as it sounds, you made me feel better after two decades of pain.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry – so maybe I’ll do both! Shakespeare said something about whether we should take up arms against a sea of troubles, etc etc in Hamlet (I think!) but what to do about my own troubles, I don’t know!
Whether or not you like it, wheather is never in your favour. When you want hot, you get cold when you want cold, you get hot. It never likes you. And whether or not you are prepared, melbourne will give you every temperature you could want and a mllion more
“I don’t care whether you go or not,” he said, turning away from the conversation. She spoke to his back.
“Yes you do,” she said. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come back here in the first place.”
His back spoke back to her. “I had to come to make arrangements for my mother,” he said simply. “That was all.”
She glared at him, hoping he felt it through his skin.
“Fine,” she said, and walked out the front door, closing it with a crisp click.
(whether)
whether i like it or not im stuck at my boyfriends house, listeing to him snore after going out to a bar for some drinks, he came in actinglike we were going to have sex and he falls asleep, im frustrated.
Whether or not I do what I say I am going to do really makes no difference to me today. I know that it may make a difference to others but to me I don’t really care.
Is there anybody going to listen to my story? I don’t think so. Whether or not-
There. I used whether. The Treasury is a bank of the fiscal holders. The birds in the trees sing softly about the coming eclipse. After all this time I don’t know why. Mountain of St. Zion, Apache Rose Peacock.
Whether.
Life, they say, comes down to a series of decisions. They were incorrect. Life does not come down to a series of decisions, but rather, just one. The decision of whether you will, or whether you will not.
Whether.
Life, they say, comes down to a series of decisions. They were incorrect. Life does not come down to a series of decisions, but rather, just one. The decision of whether you would, or whether you would not.
Whether its this whether or the other one- weather, what really matters is that now of it is fine. Whether I’ll get a job in the next 30 days does not depend on the weather.
whether i’m feeling under the weather in this weather remains to be seen whether or not you believe me. i don’t know whether it matters or not, but we weather a lot of situations like these.