whole is like hole but with an h and the opposite in meaning. Leah is intimidating me cause what if I do not know enough about words!?/! see i can’t stop stammering. ummm whole wheat doesnt make sense cause there is not whole wheat in whole pieces in the bread ummm uhh errrr leah is pretty!
The whole group was going to town to shop. The bus stopped and the whole group got out. We started to look around the whole town when we saw a nice restuarant. We went in and I looked over the whole menu. I ordered a sandwich and was asked if I wanted a half or a whole.
My requirement is a division to provide for a future that is whole. Your requirement is a wholeness that is sure to bring division. God help me. God help you. Meantime, my heart is sore.
a whole herd of laughing hyenas ramshackled my bedroom last night. It was a festive robbery. First, they tore me to pieces. Then, they ate my guts. After that… they robbed me. Crazy. I wish the whole world would come to peace now. Libya is a whole entire nations of fags.
Whole. To feel whole, is it not the greatest desire?
To feel the security, the safety, so often found in another’s arms, a favourite song, a warm coffee cup.
To live without it, does it become the norm once you experience nothing else?
everything is whole. the person is a whole made of organs. the city is a whole made of people and buildings. the country made of cities. and the world is a whole made of people just like everyone who don’t know why the fuck we’re all here.
“Whole” Thorn felt odd as the word rolled off her tongue. The meaning had lost it’s value to long ago to her. What was it like to be ‘whole’? She couldn’t remember. She’d always felt something missing in her. But now, as she gazed around with new
Is a person whole when they haven’t found what they’re looking for? Are they truly leading half of a life? Or is what they’re looking for the icing on the cake? The cherry on top? Did you make me whole? Or am I enough for myself?
I want to feel whole and happy. The world is fragmented. I am fragmented in so many different directions, doing so many different things. I don’t understand being so empty and separate.
a whole doesn’t always have to be made up of two halfs or be complete and all that; can’t two things just compliment one another perfectly in tandem and not have to identify as a whole other thing for the rest of eternity? i guess i’m just upset with the people that keep saying they are the worse half of their relationship! that’s bullshit and neither one is the “better” half.
the whole room stood as she walked down the stair way, a beauty in a ball gown. She was at the prime of her youth, beautiful, innocent, and full of love and energy. All persons present admired her, and she was the bell of the prom.
I wasted the whole day…thinking…procrastinating…not good. I need to snap out from this mindset and get things done, but I am tired…and procrastinating can be good surely? I think today is just one of those things…passing by lightly like a feather blown by the breeze…
My whole life is one massive failure. I chose to live in my imagination, and I’m being shoved back into reality. Reality isn’t fun, I’ve know that already. It’s why I chose my imagination in the first place.
Whole grain food stuffs everywhere you look, even in white bread. What’s the deal with that. I thought the whole point of something being whole grain was that grain was unprocessed. It doesn’t make sense to have childrens bread called whole-grain that is white. Or perhaps I’ve missed the point. White bread didn’t previously have any grains in it…..
It’s been a day since I’ve eaten. A day since I’ve even smelt food, seen food – anything that can be actually eaten without killing myself. That means anything not dirt, grass, stone or mud.
It’s been a day since I’ve let myself feel whole again. A day, or was it only a day? I think it might have been two. Or three. Or…a week…
It’s been a day since I’ve felt your hug. I’m just lying here, and the clouds look so tasty.
The whole time he didn’t know what he was doing. It was just out of reflex that he was doing anything at all. He wasn’t even sure if he was doing it well, just that it felt right. For all he could tell, Cameron was thinking the exact same thing. If anything, Everett took this as a good sign. A good sign indeed.
theres whole lot of work to do. i’m so tired. the whole day i’ve been trying to finish up other people’s crap and then doing another whole lot of other crap that my family has been making me put up with. I wish i had another day, a whole day to myself this time. So i can make a whole full meal just for myself. i wish the whole world was mine to control and i could do whatever i want to it.
I am whole. It’s not a statement many people get to make very often – we’re broken or fragmented from the remains of years and years of bad relationships and personal problems. I have finally found peace, and that’s awesome.
Whole wheat. That’s what I think of at first when I see the word whole. But honestly there’s only one thing I can think about and no matter what word I see, I always try to connect that word to that thing. That’s probably bad.
I’ve never eaten a whole pizza. Some of my friends claim to have conquered the deed, but I haven’t. My ex once ate an entire pizza by herself. Given it was a small, but she still did it. I think that was the most attractive thing about her.
During my whole fucking break I had to work on homework.
Thats pretty much all I can think of…
I guess i’m not really that creative though.
Just that break sucked
Whole is what we strive for. A whole body. One that takes you places, doesn’t trap you. The whole body is strong, agile and healthy. A whole idea that is encapsulated within the body.
Waiting for the process to finish
Hoping that this time it will work.
Overstepping my boundaries again
Letting my imagination go wild
Even if it costs me everything.
I’ve never eaten a whole pizza. I have a lot of friends that claim they’ve conquered the deed, but I never did. I suppose that must be a badge of health I can parade around. “Why yes doctor, I may have diabetes BUT I’ve never gobbled down eight slices of molten cheese in one sitting.”
Whole pieces of fruit fell from the tree while the ground shook as if sobbing in great violent waves of catharsis. Feeling my own fear I too began to cry.
Whole. “Whole.” Whole. “You want that to be a whole one?” “Yes please.” “You’re sure.” No. “Yes, I’m sure.” “You want it sliced any way.” No. “No.” “I’ll slice it in half so you can put it in wax paper for later.” “Ok.” “Ok, and you’ll be staying?” No. “Yes.”
When I was broken, You made me whole. When my whole world was falling apart, You came to my rescue. When I felt lonely and didn’t know what to do, you put wonderful people in my life. You hold my world in Your hands.
On the whole, I’d say that things are going pretty well. It’s a Monday, I’ve gotten about 3 hours of sleep collectively, and I haven’t had any coffee yet. I say it’s going well, because I haven’t gone crazy yet!
whole is like hole but with an h and the opposite in meaning. Leah is intimidating me cause what if I do not know enough about words!?/! see i can’t stop stammering. ummm whole wheat doesnt make sense cause there is not whole wheat in whole pieces in the bread ummm uhh errrr leah is pretty!
The whole group was going to town to shop. The bus stopped and the whole group got out. We started to look around the whole town when we saw a nice restuarant. We went in and I looked over the whole menu. I ordered a sandwich and was asked if I wanted a half or a whole.
My requirement is a division to provide for a future that is whole. Your requirement is a wholeness that is sure to bring division. God help me. God help you. Meantime, my heart is sore.
Don’t think the crumbs you are offered are a meal; wait for the whole loaf.
a whole herd of laughing hyenas ramshackled my bedroom last night. It was a festive robbery. First, they tore me to pieces. Then, they ate my guts. After that… they robbed me. Crazy. I wish the whole world would come to peace now. Libya is a whole entire nations of fags.
You are holy, and i am wholly Yours.
Whole. To feel whole, is it not the greatest desire?
To feel the security, the safety, so often found in another’s arms, a favourite song, a warm coffee cup.
To live without it, does it become the norm once you experience nothing else?
everything is whole. the person is a whole made of organs. the city is a whole made of people and buildings. the country made of cities. and the world is a whole made of people just like everyone who don’t know why the fuck we’re all here.
“Whole” Thorn felt odd as the word rolled off her tongue. The meaning had lost it’s value to long ago to her. What was it like to be ‘whole’? She couldn’t remember. She’d always felt something missing in her. But now, as she gazed around with new
satisfaction. whats it leaves behind.
a sense.
thats where i stand .
because of you.
i am whole
d
the whole thing went down the drin in a moment.
Is a person whole when they haven’t found what they’re looking for? Are they truly leading half of a life? Or is what they’re looking for the icing on the cake? The cherry on top? Did you make me whole? Or am I enough for myself?
I want to feel whole and happy. The world is fragmented. I am fragmented in so many different directions, doing so many different things. I don’t understand being so empty and separate.
a whole doesn’t always have to be made up of two halfs or be complete and all that; can’t two things just compliment one another perfectly in tandem and not have to identify as a whole other thing for the rest of eternity? i guess i’m just upset with the people that keep saying they are the worse half of their relationship! that’s bullshit and neither one is the “better” half.
With you, I am. Now. The price is that my past must be an empty whole.
the whole room stood as she walked down the stair way, a beauty in a ball gown. She was at the prime of her youth, beautiful, innocent, and full of love and energy. All persons present admired her, and she was the bell of the prom.
I wasted the whole day…thinking…procrastinating…not good. I need to snap out from this mindset and get things done, but I am tired…and procrastinating can be good surely? I think today is just one of those things…passing by lightly like a feather blown by the breeze…
My whole life is one massive failure. I chose to live in my imagination, and I’m being shoved back into reality. Reality isn’t fun, I’ve know that already. It’s why I chose my imagination in the first place.
Whole grain food stuffs everywhere you look, even in white bread. What’s the deal with that. I thought the whole point of something being whole grain was that grain was unprocessed. It doesn’t make sense to have childrens bread called whole-grain that is white. Or perhaps I’ve missed the point. White bread didn’t previously have any grains in it…..
I can eat half of a whole large pizza. Most people look at me funny when a 13 year old girl eats more than they do. I’m just hungry.
It’s been a day since I’ve eaten. A day since I’ve even smelt food, seen food – anything that can be actually eaten without killing myself. That means anything not dirt, grass, stone or mud.
It’s been a day since I’ve let myself feel whole again. A day, or was it only a day? I think it might have been two. Or three. Or…a week…
It’s been a day since I’ve felt your hug. I’m just lying here, and the clouds look so tasty.
Meeting you is like finding out there is two halves to one whole.
And I hate fractions.
So using a fraction as a metaphor probably means something a whole lot more now.
does the computer mean whole as in all of it or whole as in whole grains? I dont know wcich one to write about.
The whole time he didn’t know what he was doing. It was just out of reflex that he was doing anything at all. He wasn’t even sure if he was doing it well, just that it felt right. For all he could tell, Cameron was thinking the exact same thing. If anything, Everett took this as a good sign. A good sign indeed.
theres whole lot of work to do. i’m so tired. the whole day i’ve been trying to finish up other people’s crap and then doing another whole lot of other crap that my family has been making me put up with. I wish i had another day, a whole day to myself this time. So i can make a whole full meal just for myself. i wish the whole world was mine to control and i could do whatever i want to it.
I am whole. It’s not a statement many people get to make very often – we’re broken or fragmented from the remains of years and years of bad relationships and personal problems. I have finally found peace, and that’s awesome.
Whole wheat. That’s what I think of at first when I see the word whole. But honestly there’s only one thing I can think about and no matter what word I see, I always try to connect that word to that thing. That’s probably bad.
the whole world collapses
when you’re on my mind
stopped time elapses
when fire falls from the sky
I’ve got a
I’ve never eaten a whole pizza. Some of my friends claim to have conquered the deed, but I haven’t. My ex once ate an entire pizza by herself. Given it was a small, but she still did it. I think that was the most attractive thing about her.
During my whole fucking break I had to work on homework.
Thats pretty much all I can think of…
I guess i’m not really that creative though.
Just that break sucked
Whole is what we strive for. A whole body. One that takes you places, doesn’t trap you. The whole body is strong, agile and healthy. A whole idea that is encapsulated within the body.
Waiting for the process to finish
Hoping that this time it will work.
Overstepping my boundaries again
Letting my imagination go wild
Even if it costs me everything.
I’ve never eaten a whole pizza. I have a lot of friends that claim they’ve conquered the deed, but I never did. I suppose that must be a badge of health I can parade around. “Why yes doctor, I may have diabetes BUT I’ve never gobbled down eight slices of molten cheese in one sitting.”
As whole pieces of fruit fell from the tree the ground shook as if sobbing in great violent waves of catharsis. Feeling my own fear I too began to cry
Whole pieces of fruit fell from the tree while the ground shook as if sobbing in great violent waves of catharsis. Feeling my own fear I too began to cry.
Whole. “Whole.” Whole. “You want that to be a whole one?” “Yes please.” “You’re sure.” No. “Yes, I’m sure.” “You want it sliced any way.” No. “No.” “I’ll slice it in half so you can put it in wax paper for later.” “Ok.” “Ok, and you’ll be staying?” No. “Yes.”
When I was broken, You made me whole. When my whole world was falling apart, You came to my rescue. When I felt lonely and didn’t know what to do, you put wonderful people in my life. You hold my world in Your hands.
On the whole, I’d say that things are going pretty well. It’s a Monday, I’ve gotten about 3 hours of sleep collectively, and I haven’t had any coffee yet. I say it’s going well, because I haven’t gone crazy yet!