The room was neat. Too neat. The bed, orderly made, clothes tucked quietly into dresser drawers. Everything on shelves and nightstands in their spots. Papers, stacked together and in folders stacked on top of each other, corners aligned. The site of everything as it should be was a terrifying sight- as he was never someone who was exactly as he should be.
She goes to the sea shore, gingerly avoiding all broken shells and glass shards alike, but she doesn’t stop there. Oh, no. It would be too easy. Up she climbs to the seaside cliffs, so picturesque. But does she stop? Oh, no. It would be too easy. Rather she flings herself off the edge after admiring the view for a sunset or two. It’s the feeling of the fall, that’s what she’s been chasing all this time. And I gotta hand it to her, there’s something to seeing it all flash before your very eyes. And then feeling yourself break into a million pieces? Destruction on its most literal level.
Down on the rocks what is this, these suspicious bones that mend? The flesh that firms and the blood that soaks back into veins and pumping arteries as brain matter recedes into the skull from whence it came while limp limbs twitch to life again.
My, my, my how neat and divine. It must be reinvention time.
neat. All she ever wanted was for the room to be neat. For the bookshelves to be lined straight and tall. The pens all in a holder; separate from the pencils, of course. Each picture frame full of ninety degree angles and evenly spaced.
Her hair was always perfectly arranged, neat, not a single strand out of place. Her eyes fixated on the object of her choosing, with a haunting sort of intensity- they never danced, never wandered aimlessly. The binders she carried were devoid of the fanciful scribbles that hinted at childish reveries, the blind idealism so common to those her age- she was fixated, focused, firmly rooted. He wondered if anything could knock her off balance. He couldn’t decide if seeing her in a state of chaos- just once, for even a moment- would be shocking or strangely beautiful. Maybe both. Maybe neither.
Everything in it’s place. That’s how I always liked it. Life can get so messy sometimes, so I felt as if I would go absolutely mental if I didn’t have but one corner of my tiny New York apartment that was so incomparably impeccable. Not a single thing out of place. Rare, I would say.
Having a sense of organization to one self. The ability to keep clutter down to a minimum. Seeking structure in a chaotic environment. Safe. Seeing things clearly rather than cluttered. Looking at life in a concise and mannerly way. Organized in self and environment.
I’m so excited about this and I don’t know if I could be better than a year earlier and now it’s a good time to get my nails done with and I without using the same word
Lol I used the word mumble thingy on the key board
I am so neat I can clean 110 house in one night so if you want me to do you house it would be 30$ that isn’t that much so you should call me and I will come and do your house wherever you live even if you live on the other side of the world because I live in America Idaho the best state in America actually it’s L.A no wait it’s New York no I can’t make up my mined that’s it I chose Idaho GoodBye my time is just about to run out So bye
I am so neat I clean my dog every single day my room is so neat is even wash my cat and my self every day. I brush my teeth 5 times s day I am so fricken neat. My mum and dad are probably neater than me but I am still
I am so neat for me everything must be neat if it is not then I will fix it I love being neat I think that I am a neat freak even when I am Aon the road and the traffic light is dirty of something then I will go get some cleaning tools and clean the traffic light my mum thinks that I am a neat freak.
I am to neat for you. I get bullied everyday or being neat I hate it. Everything has to be perfect on or else I would die and start over again. My letters are exactly 1 cm high and 1 cm wide. I can no fix this help me.
I am a very neat person and my room is always neat and tidy. I am in danger of becoming a neat freak!. When I make my sandwiches they are always perfect, each layer is exact and the glad wrap has no wrinkles. I friends are beginning to
The room was neat. Too neat. The bed, orderly made, clothes tucked quietly into dresser drawers. Everything on shelves and nightstands in their spots. Papers, stacked together and in folders stacked on top of each other, corners aligned. The site of everything as it should be was a terrifying sight- as he was never someone who was exactly as he should be.
She goes to the sea shore, gingerly avoiding all broken shells and glass shards alike, but she doesn’t stop there. Oh, no. It would be too easy. Up she climbs to the seaside cliffs, so picturesque. But does she stop? Oh, no. It would be too easy. Rather she flings herself off the edge after admiring the view for a sunset or two. It’s the feeling of the fall, that’s what she’s been chasing all this time. And I gotta hand it to her, there’s something to seeing it all flash before your very eyes. And then feeling yourself break into a million pieces? Destruction on its most literal level.
Down on the rocks what is this, these suspicious bones that mend? The flesh that firms and the blood that soaks back into veins and pumping arteries as brain matter recedes into the skull from whence it came while limp limbs twitch to life again.
My, my, my how neat and divine. It must be reinvention time.
neat. All she ever wanted was for the room to be neat. For the bookshelves to be lined straight and tall. The pens all in a holder; separate from the pencils, of course. Each picture frame full of ninety degree angles and evenly spaced.
Her hair was always perfectly arranged, neat, not a single strand out of place. Her eyes fixated on the object of her choosing, with a haunting sort of intensity- they never danced, never wandered aimlessly. The binders she carried were devoid of the fanciful scribbles that hinted at childish reveries, the blind idealism so common to those her age- she was fixated, focused, firmly rooted. He wondered if anything could knock her off balance. He couldn’t decide if seeing her in a state of chaos- just once, for even a moment- would be shocking or strangely beautiful. Maybe both. Maybe neither.
Everything in it’s place. That’s how I always liked it. Life can get so messy sometimes, so I felt as if I would go absolutely mental if I didn’t have but one corner of my tiny New York apartment that was so incomparably impeccable. Not a single thing out of place. Rare, I would say.
I write like a dictionary defines
Having a sense of organization to one self. The ability to keep clutter down to a minimum. Seeking structure in a chaotic environment. Safe. Seeing things clearly rather than cluttered. Looking at life in a concise and mannerly way. Organized in self and environment.
I think it’s neat how people can interact with people.
It’s cool how they can be themselves without hesitation.
They can laugh and cry with no shame.
I wonder how that works.
Every time I try, I make a mistake.
It’s almost funny.
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Good time to get my nails done
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Hey guys did you know that I am Bruno Mars
I think this is a awesome story about being neat so i would like to order so this better be real
I’m so excited about this and I don’t know if I could be better than a year earlier and now it’s a good time to get my nails done with and I without using the same word
Lol I used the word mumble thingy on the key board
I am so neat I can clean 110 house in one night so if you want me to do you house it would be 30$ that isn’t that much so you should call me and I will come and do your house wherever you live even if you live on the other side of the world because I live in America Idaho the best state in America actually it’s L.A no wait it’s New York no I can’t make up my mined that’s it I chose Idaho GoodBye my time is just about to run out So bye
I am so neat I clean my dog every single day my room is so neat is even wash my cat and my self every day. I brush my teeth 5 times s day I am so fricken neat. My mum and dad are probably neater than me but I am still
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I’m odd and I just can’t help it
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I am pretty neat I always tidy everything I make my sandwich neatly I wash my dog neatly I even take my hair neatly,I am an neat freak.
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I am so neat my room is perfect. My friends keep saying that I’m turning into a neat freak and I just say that your jealous that I am a neat.
I am so neat for me everything must be neat if it is not then I will fix it I love being neat I think that I am a neat freak even when I am Aon the road and the traffic light is dirty of something then I will go get some cleaning tools and clean the traffic light my mum thinks that I am a neat freak.
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I am very neat when I am at home or school. My handwriting is very neat everyday.
Neat freak
I am so neat my room is so tidy it is so amazing when I make my lunch I make it so neat it looks really yum my pie is neat.
I am to neat for you. I get bullied everyday or being neat I hate it. Everything has to be perfect on or else I would die and start over again. My letters are exactly 1 cm high and 1 cm wide. I can no fix this help me.
Neat freak
I am a very neat person and my room is always neat and tidy. I am in danger of becoming a neat freak!. When I make my sandwiches they are always perfect, each layer is exact and the glad wrap has no wrinkles. I friends are beginning to