the things left behind by people…they’re not a soul or a body, they’re the bones. the basic building block that makes up what someone is…but when it’s all said and done they’re just left in the ground while someone’s flesh decomposes and rots around them. you can give so much but end up so unappreciated. it’s a sad sad situation.
Bones hold you together, they stop you falling down. They are left when all the rest of you has rotted away. Bones are white and rather beautiful when they are bleached by the sun and the sea, on the beach. I rather like bones. They are also lovely shapes.
I have so many, but what i’m really thankful for is my BACK BONE. I can say no to you, and no to you. I can refuse your smiles and your words, and remember that you hurt me. I can refuse your fast words and block them. I stand tall because of my bones, my back bone.
Bones were scattered around the table. Where did they come from and who did they belong too? Most have been gnawed by animals that roamed the forest. Something had to tell us who this was or used to be.
bones make your body and make you who you are.
dogs chase bones around the garden.
some look as if they are made of purely skin and bones.
Bones are a fundamental part to any human being or mammal.
I have so many bones. I don’t know shit about them to be frank, I just know that they are in me. I think that my bones are weak, I can hear them poping and grinding. Does milk really give me stronger bones? I doubt it.
my bones are tired. they aren’t comfortable in my body, they want to run and fly and jump and twirl and i hold them back, i keep them grounded with my misery and fight against them until they fall still and exhausted.
Hallow white things skinless structureless molds of what is and what might be. Lonely for flesh and blood and soul eager to become transform. Creak but do not crack. Hello my bones which bear the weight of my heart and the strength of my being.
I needed a backbone, but instead my arm was broken. It was the same broken arm that I had gotten saving Timothy. But now Timothy’s gone. He killed himself, hanged himself in some forest in Japan.
Guess he couldn’t handle the stress of what comes with what we are.
hallow white things skinless structureless molds of what might be. Lonely for flesh and blood and soul eager to become transform. hello my bones which bear the weight of my heart and the strength of my being.
you are not made by your bones. Bones are simply what your body is made of. YOU are made of your soul. Do you get that? Your soul is what makes you, you. Not your bones that make up your face, and your legs you love so much. Bones, they mean nothing. Your soul is what you should be taking care of.
Wandering up the trail to the top of the Falls Jensen ruminated on his condition and on his situation. The falls were tall, 285 feet. It was peaceful. He had never been so alone in his life. As he moved closer to the lip of the falls, listening to its thunder deep down below, he heard a crunch. When he looked down he saw that he’d stepped on a pile of bones. Human bones.
bones are fragile. they break when you run on a wet rainy sidewalk.
they are extremely helpful but not when you have arthritis.
they can be painful when you have arthritis.
bones can be delicious on baby back ribs.
They arched over the water, slender columns twisting to meet at the top . The bridge was all stone, as white as bleached bone, hanging over the blue water. All together it looked like the ribcage of some forgotten thing that had died to be washed up on the rocky spit of land. The bright waves kissed the columns that junted out from the sea, lapping up against them again and again, wearing them soft, the inscriptions impossible to make out.
i have bones. ive had them since before i knew i had them. right now, i have more bones than i’ll have later in life, but that doesnt mean i have less i can do later, that means i’ll have a stronger foundation for the next part of my life.
Her bones creaked and popped with each new step she took. But still she continued to trudge up the curvy path. She was running on the fumes of shear stubbornness, or perhaps it was stupidity. No one had thought she ever stood a chance of making it. And even tho9ugh she really could care less about succeeding, she did care about proving them wrong.
Peculiarly inhumed, and forever providing a slick path for the worms, his body lay in the ground, stubbornly inert. The glory of life, the interactions between other egos and important suits during his runaway train of a life, somehow became an equation that equaled zero. No matter which way you looked at him, now, his hollow eyes and eternal grin was just that; some kind of sick joke. When did everything go wrong? What led him to this place of rest so void of responsibility?
The bones gleamed in the sun. When Sally discovered them, she was at first fascinated by the stark white amongst the dead grass. Until she realized what she was looking at and then she screamed.
Skeletons lay scattered by the roadside around him. He tried his best to hold his breath, for the stench was overpowering. The entire village was dead. They had been here. The boy stepped gingerly over a small child’s carcass, and made his way to the nearest shelter to set up base. They were going to be here awhile.
Bones is a stupid series from the usa. i also have to think about having a boner, which i really do have right now. bones is also quite a good rhyme to mrs. jones. that wasn’t funny at all. los bonas my cochonas! spanish is a cool language if you can speak it fluently which i absoultely can’t.
It shattered, leaving splinters of sharp ivory poking through her shin. Her vision drifted with black, her breathing stilled in shock. That immeasurable pain, and still it couldn’t eclipse the sharp sting of her broken heart, left in thousands of pieces by the driver of the same car that clipped her right leg as he sped off.
Bones are something we really need to take care of. If we don’t then when we’re older we will fall apart. My grandma has osteoporosis and she has fractured several bones because of it. She doesn’t drink milk, eat cheese, or really any other dairy product.
The bones of the people I love the most lay in front of me. Criscrossed, as if to coexist within themselves. It is a horridly satisfying feeling, one I will always remember with terrible accuracy.
bones: mismatched sticks of white wood scattered beneath pale flesh and tensing muscle. Something we all have in common, some broken – some never damaged. Not only human – but branches of trees, candle sticks and toothbrushes. All things have bones, though not all have skin – the foundation of feelings, character and expression.
simple is the little girl you see in the park running freely hopping from the swings to the slide. calling daddy to catch her at the bottom of the slide or as she slips of the slide. she doesn’t have a care in the world. it’s the simplicity i miss in life. the greatest of all<3
This is a fantastic show about a girl who was always a nerd and of course she was a scientist. She has this partner guy who’s really sexy and worldly so obviously they make a funny match because she doesn’t really know anything about being social. But, shit, she knows a lot about bones. Anything you could ever want to know. And she’s really good at solving murder cases.
I see the bones through her pale skin and the fine little ones that poke beneath her face. But I cannot see into her eyes what it is that keeps her from eating or drinking even a drop of coffee or water. Her bones are trying to get out – they reach to me like a trapped animal that her clothing keeps wrapped in silence.
she sat with dusty knees in the corner of the museum, wondering when the curator would be back with her mother. she had been wandering around in the gift shop, trying to find the perfect bug-crested lollipop for her little brother.
Bones, white hard tissue… bones tv show.. I’ve never watched that before, I think I might sometime, but i don’t know when its on… strange, I see it so often but never really notice.. like the colour of someones eyes.. you never really look at them, you look into them.. you see past the colour.. into the soul.. wow. this got deep..
the things left behind by people…they’re not a soul or a body, they’re the bones. the basic building block that makes up what someone is…but when it’s all said and done they’re just left in the ground while someone’s flesh decomposes and rots around them. you can give so much but end up so unappreciated. it’s a sad sad situation.
Bones hold you together, they stop you falling down. They are left when all the rest of you has rotted away. Bones are white and rather beautiful when they are bleached by the sun and the sea, on the beach. I rather like bones. They are also lovely shapes.
what is left behind when you die, 206 bones in the body, our bones make us stand, set us apart from all other life forms, ..also a tv show.
bones
I have so many, but what i’m really thankful for is my BACK BONE. I can say no to you, and no to you. I can refuse your smiles and your words, and remember that you hurt me. I can refuse your fast words and block them. I stand tall because of my bones, my back bone.
Bones were scattered around the table. Where did they come from and who did they belong too? Most have been gnawed by animals that roamed the forest. Something had to tell us who this was or used to be.
bones make your body and make you who you are.
dogs chase bones around the garden.
some look as if they are made of purely skin and bones.
Bones are a fundamental part to any human being or mammal.
I have so many bones. I don’t know shit about them to be frank, I just know that they are in me. I think that my bones are weak, I can hear them poping and grinding. Does milk really give me stronger bones? I doubt it.
my bones are tired. they aren’t comfortable in my body, they want to run and fly and jump and twirl and i hold them back, i keep them grounded with my misery and fight against them until they fall still and exhausted.
Whenever Captain Kirk wanted to be palsy with the doc he would always call him bones. But Jim, he’s a doctor, damnit!
Hallow white things skinless structureless molds of what is and what might be. Lonely for flesh and blood and soul eager to become transform. Creak but do not crack. Hello my bones which bear the weight of my heart and the strength of my being.
Bones.
That’s everything there were.
That’s what I needed, but I didn’t have. Bones.
I needed a backbone, but instead my arm was broken. It was the same broken arm that I had gotten saving Timothy. But now Timothy’s gone. He killed himself, hanged himself in some forest in Japan.
Guess he couldn’t handle the stress of what comes with what we are.
hallow white things skinless structureless molds of what might be. Lonely for flesh and blood and soul eager to become transform. hello my bones which bear the weight of my heart and the strength of my being.
white dry brittle turns to dust as eons pass know your life while U can
you are not made by your bones. Bones are simply what your body is made of. YOU are made of your soul. Do you get that? Your soul is what makes you, you. Not your bones that make up your face, and your legs you love so much. Bones, they mean nothing. Your soul is what you should be taking care of.
Wandering up the trail to the top of the Falls Jensen ruminated on his condition and on his situation. The falls were tall, 285 feet. It was peaceful. He had never been so alone in his life. As he moved closer to the lip of the falls, listening to its thunder deep down below, he heard a crunch. When he looked down he saw that he’d stepped on a pile of bones. Human bones.
bones are fragile. they break when you run on a wet rainy sidewalk.
they are extremely helpful but not when you have arthritis.
they can be painful when you have arthritis.
bones can be delicious on baby back ribs.
They arched over the water, slender columns twisting to meet at the top . The bridge was all stone, as white as bleached bone, hanging over the blue water. All together it looked like the ribcage of some forgotten thing that had died to be washed up on the rocky spit of land. The bright waves kissed the columns that junted out from the sea, lapping up against them again and again, wearing them soft, the inscriptions impossible to make out.
i have bones. ive had them since before i knew i had them. right now, i have more bones than i’ll have later in life, but that doesnt mean i have less i can do later, that means i’ll have a stronger foundation for the next part of my life.
Her bones creaked and popped with each new step she took. But still she continued to trudge up the curvy path. She was running on the fumes of shear stubbornness, or perhaps it was stupidity. No one had thought she ever stood a chance of making it. And even tho9ugh she really could care less about succeeding, she did care about proving them wrong.
Bones bones the magical fruit the more you eat the more you….ewwwe….unless we’re talking about nooo that doesn’t work either. Bones are whack!
They are what’s left. They’re useful, but sometimes scary. Smooth and white. Hard. You can feel them in your body. When you get old, they get weaker.
Peculiarly inhumed, and forever providing a slick path for the worms, his body lay in the ground, stubbornly inert. The glory of life, the interactions between other egos and important suits during his runaway train of a life, somehow became an equation that equaled zero. No matter which way you looked at him, now, his hollow eyes and eternal grin was just that; some kind of sick joke. When did everything go wrong? What led him to this place of rest so void of responsibility?
The bones gleamed in the sun. When Sally discovered them, she was at first fascinated by the stark white amongst the dead grass. Until she realized what she was looking at and then she screamed.
Skeletons lay scattered by the roadside around him. He tried his best to hold his breath, for the stench was overpowering. The entire village was dead. They had been here. The boy stepped gingerly over a small child’s carcass, and made his way to the nearest shelter to set up base. They were going to be here awhile.
the wind of her charm went between his skin and his bones
life has a different taste for him now
she is nearby
Bones is a stupid series from the usa. i also have to think about having a boner, which i really do have right now. bones is also quite a good rhyme to mrs. jones. that wasn’t funny at all. los bonas my cochonas! spanish is a cool language if you can speak it fluently which i absoultely can’t.
It shattered, leaving splinters of sharp ivory poking through her shin. Her vision drifted with black, her breathing stilled in shock. That immeasurable pain, and still it couldn’t eclipse the sharp sting of her broken heart, left in thousands of pieces by the driver of the same car that clipped her right leg as he sped off.
Bones are something we really need to take care of. If we don’t then when we’re older we will fall apart. My grandma has osteoporosis and she has fractured several bones because of it. She doesn’t drink milk, eat cheese, or really any other dairy product.
The bones of the people I love the most lay in front of me. Criscrossed, as if to coexist within themselves. It is a horridly satisfying feeling, one I will always remember with terrible accuracy.
Graveyard. Grass. Dirt. Death. Decay
“look,you old bucket of bolts,how can a lander be within fifteen of us without you knowing it?you should have told us days ago!”
“sticks and stones will break my bones,but names will never hurt me.the knowledge must have been lost when you reprogrammed me.”
“Oh my god!” Amanda screamed.
“What?!?! Oh….shit.”
There on the ground in front of Amanda and her boyfriend Adam, was a human skeleton.
bones: mismatched sticks of white wood scattered beneath pale flesh and tensing muscle. Something we all have in common, some broken – some never damaged. Not only human – but branches of trees, candle sticks and toothbrushes. All things have bones, though not all have skin – the foundation of feelings, character and expression.
“look,you old bucket of bolts,how can a lander be within fifteen of us without you knowing it?you should have told us days ago!”
“sticks and stones will break my bones,but names will never hurt me.the knowledge must have been lost when you reprogrammed me.”
simple is the little girl you see in the park running freely hopping from the swings to the slide. calling daddy to catch her at the bottom of the slide or as she slips of the slide. she doesn’t have a care in the world. it’s the simplicity i miss in life. the greatest of all<3
This is a fantastic show about a girl who was always a nerd and of course she was a scientist. She has this partner guy who’s really sexy and worldly so obviously they make a funny match because she doesn’t really know anything about being social. But, shit, she knows a lot about bones. Anything you could ever want to know. And she’s really good at solving murder cases.
I see the bones through her pale skin and the fine little ones that poke beneath her face. But I cannot see into her eyes what it is that keeps her from eating or drinking even a drop of coffee or water. Her bones are trying to get out – they reach to me like a trapped animal that her clothing keeps wrapped in silence.
she sat with dusty knees in the corner of the museum, wondering when the curator would be back with her mother. she had been wandering around in the gift shop, trying to find the perfect bug-crested lollipop for her little brother.
The legendary bonedust will prevent the slow, but always advancing creep of age. Oh, how I wish everything in fantasy novels was really true…
Bones, white hard tissue… bones tv show.. I’ve never watched that before, I think I might sometime, but i don’t know when its on… strange, I see it so often but never really notice.. like the colour of someones eyes.. you never really look at them, you look into them.. you see past the colour.. into the soul.. wow. this got deep..