i find that what divides us are often beliefs, or preferences in different aspects of life. big or small.
it brings on all sorts of issues, and regrouping and can often be the source of conflict.
we are all divided, we live in plastic bubbles segregating ourselves from one another on due to the fact that were scared. we’re scared to get heart, we’re scared to explore, and we’re scared to love. so we divide. and we hide. we’re humans its what we do.
the international divide is in the us i think in SD or something around that area as i remember. To divide is to seperate and divide is to distance one from another.
She’s scared, body trembling. She can feel herself breaking.
‘What’s going on?’
She can feel herself tearing, becoming nothing but a shell. Her mouth opens to scream, but it is done. She is not whole, she is seperated. Divided.
“Are we going to let our differences tear us apart?!” Echo yelled above the loud arguments. Leiko and I tore our hateful gaze from each other and looked at him. He was right; we would never protect this island if we couldn’t get past our initial hate.
division is the way that we all do what we do. without it there would be no diversity and therefore no way to communicate amongst one another because we are all one being. to communicate with ourselves is considered crazy but is it really? in a world where nothing makes sense anymore, who are we to decide what is or isn’t crazy? i say let’s talk to ourselves and get it over with.
“We should keep walking,” Sam said, “the snow is just going to get worse.”
Martha angrily yelled from thirty feet back, “You are the idiot that wanted to hike across the great divide. Romantic, you said it would be. Just us and nature, you said. Christ!”
Sam replied, “How was I supposed to know our Tevas wouldn’t get us through the blizzard?”
Divide? I hate division. I hate math to be honest. Math in all of it’s forms, sucks ass. That’s what I think of when I see the word “division.” Fuck you division! I gave you some of the best years of my life!
Across the great divide of emotion that connects us all, I plan one day to build a bridge. One so sturdy that anything can get across it. Pain, love, anger, and all the others deep and shallow. That’s the kind of divide I want to cross.
The divide between the two lovers had grown far too great, and what first began as a pure, passionate romance culminated embittered hatred towards each other. They said their goodbyes to eachother whilst staring down the barrel of a gun.
and on this divide we find ourselves perched, golden eagles, feeling the ruffling wind through our monumental feathers, through our piercing eyes and stone sharpened beaks. tomorrow we begin again, we begin at the divide.
There are issues that divide us all into small groups. It is inherent in us to do this. Must be in our DNA, going back to tribal times. Sad really. We get along better when we try to share our differences instead of using them to push each other away.
I have already divided, but have now truly seen what it is to divide. I have seen through the eyes of other writers, other humans. For the only true humans are writers. The only true humans are the animals who create, taste and breathe an artistry that is timeless.
To divide is to separate what was once together. To create space that is either comfortable or risky. It can provide relief or hatred, but is sometimes necessary. To divide can be negative or positive.
The great divide cracks between us. Just as the chasm is spreading across the landscape, you say something. I don’t know what because the chaos around us is too much. I want you to be closer to me.
The grey stone crumbled and she reached out too late. The chasm bridge crumbled between them and fell to the deathly height below. The distant, echoed crashes resounded between them as she looked away from the falling stone and up, into his eyes across the empty space between them.
How can you choose to divide a household? To make a child choose between parents, that’s crazy. You can’t expect a child to have the mental stability to stand up in court and say which parent they want to stay with and which they want to rip from there lives forever.
This is the word you give me? It looks like mathematics, even though it probably shouldn’t be. There’s this thing called a Legendre Symbol, which looks just like a fraction, but it’s about quadratic residues or something. It makes not much sense at all.
There’s nothing worse than the pain of losing who you love. Nothing at all. It feels like you’re being torn to pieces, feels like a division of the heart. It feels like nothing can fix it, but in reality It can be fixed. It takes time, thought, and the ability to love again.
divide the things you want and the things you need into groups of what you know and what you don’t know. divide the people you love and the people you like from the people you hate because they will be the difference between you are and who you could have been.
i divide myself between two personas. an alter ego, who is not myself, and the true person that i find hard to accomplish day to day. who am i really? it may take longer than expected to figure out. i am who i am. and i am what i want to be.
There is a line.
There is a line that wasn’t there before.
There is a line that wasn’t there before and you cannot remember.
There is a line that wasn’t there before and you cannot remember what it was like before.
There is a line that wasn’t there before and you cannot remember what it was like before the line was there.
There is a line.
And it is dividing you in halves.
They are the same, looking so alike in both physical feature and mentalities; literally a part of one another. They share the same heart. But they have been divided; torn into two broken pieces, wishing only to become one again…to sooth that burning ache which lies in their chests; so identical. But they don’t know how, and so they are left to long for each other in ways they cannot understand.
i find that what divides us are often beliefs, or preferences in different aspects of life. big or small.
it brings on all sorts of issues, and regrouping and can often be the source of conflict.
we are all divided, we live in plastic bubbles segregating ourselves from one another on due to the fact that were scared. we’re scared to get heart, we’re scared to explore, and we’re scared to love. so we divide. and we hide. we’re humans its what we do.
divide the light to be bright.
My heart
divided.
That’s all.
the world is so divided.
the streets.
the people.
people are divided.
by color.
by race
by everything
even love.
the international divide is in the us i think in SD or something around that area as i remember. To divide is to seperate and divide is to distance one from another.
She’s scared, body trembling. She can feel herself breaking.
‘What’s going on?’
She can feel herself tearing, becoming nothing but a shell. Her mouth opens to scream, but it is done. She is not whole, she is seperated. Divided.
“Are we going to let our differences tear us apart?!” Echo yelled above the loud arguments. Leiko and I tore our hateful gaze from each other and looked at him. He was right; we would never protect this island if we couldn’t get past our initial hate.
Divide. This is we. We are on two separate planes. Are we indifferent? We are divide.
conquer, divide
initiate and achieve
Divide. This is we. We are on separate planes, resistant to change. Are we indifferent? Are we immovable? We are divide.
division is the way that we all do what we do. without it there would be no diversity and therefore no way to communicate amongst one another because we are all one being. to communicate with ourselves is considered crazy but is it really? in a world where nothing makes sense anymore, who are we to decide what is or isn’t crazy? i say let’s talk to ourselves and get it over with.
“We should keep walking,” Sam said, “the snow is just going to get worse.”
Martha angrily yelled from thirty feet back, “You are the idiot that wanted to hike across the great divide. Romantic, you said it would be. Just us and nature, you said. Christ!”
Sam replied, “How was I supposed to know our Tevas wouldn’t get us through the blizzard?”
To divide from your loved ones is to divide your heart in two. it’s something i fear will happen
Divide? I hate division. I hate math to be honest. Math in all of it’s forms, sucks ass. That’s what I think of when I see the word “division.” Fuck you division! I gave you some of the best years of my life!
Cells divide all the time. Right now, her cells were dividing inside of her. So, why should it be odd that she felt so divided?
Across the great divide of emotion that connects us all, I plan one day to build a bridge. One so sturdy that anything can get across it. Pain, love, anger, and all the others deep and shallow. That’s the kind of divide I want to cross.
The divide between the two lovers had grown far too great, and what first began as a pure, passionate romance culminated embittered hatred towards each other. They said their goodbyes to eachother whilst staring down the barrel of a gun.
and on this divide we find ourselves perched, golden eagles, feeling the ruffling wind through our monumental feathers, through our piercing eyes and stone sharpened beaks. tomorrow we begin again, we begin at the divide.
How does one divide the aspects of their lives that allow ecstasy and the need for responsibility to flourish…
There are issues that divide us all into small groups. It is inherent in us to do this. Must be in our DNA, going back to tribal times. Sad really. We get along better when we try to share our differences instead of using them to push each other away.
I have already divided, but have now truly seen what it is to divide. I have seen through the eyes of other writers, other humans. For the only true humans are writers. The only true humans are the animals who create, taste and breathe an artistry that is timeless.
Take a heart and divide it in two. One piece is for me, the other for you. Only because I know I love you.
To divide is to separate what was once together. To create space that is either comfortable or risky. It can provide relief or hatred, but is sometimes necessary. To divide can be negative or positive.
divide is a shitty word because it involves math
i hate math
i also hate smelly blankets
this blanket next to me smells
fuck the free world.
The great divide cracks between us. Just as the chasm is spreading across the landscape, you say something. I don’t know what because the chaos around us is too much. I want you to be closer to me.
The grey stone crumbled and she reached out too late. The chasm bridge crumbled between them and fell to the deathly height below. The distant, echoed crashes resounded between them as she looked away from the falling stone and up, into his eyes across the empty space between them.
Don’t have any spare hearts left for you. So I’ll leave my last one here on the porch.
How can you choose to divide a household? To make a child choose between parents, that’s crazy. You can’t expect a child to have the mental stability to stand up in court and say which parent they want to stay with and which they want to rip from there lives forever.
This is the word you give me? It looks like mathematics, even though it probably shouldn’t be. There’s this thing called a Legendre Symbol, which looks just like a fraction, but it’s about quadratic residues or something. It makes not much sense at all.
There’s nothing worse than the pain of losing who you love. Nothing at all. It feels like you’re being torn to pieces, feels like a division of the heart. It feels like nothing can fix it, but in reality It can be fixed. It takes time, thought, and the ability to love again.
Divide? The Great Divide – read O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. The Genius of the Divide. What is she talking about?
divide the things you want and the things you need into groups of what you know and what you don’t know. divide the people you love and the people you like from the people you hate because they will be the difference between you are and who you could have been.
Down the middle of the house
His from hers, mine versus yours, incessant.
Why will we break down this wall?
When u divide u separate, when u separate u are alone.
a vision of division, through no slight mitotic excision. this is nuclear fission, the momentum of invented decision.
i divide myself between two personas. an alter ego, who is not myself, and the true person that i find hard to accomplish day to day. who am i really? it may take longer than expected to figure out. i am who i am. and i am what i want to be.
There is a line.
There is a line that wasn’t there before.
There is a line that wasn’t there before and you cannot remember.
There is a line that wasn’t there before and you cannot remember what it was like before.
There is a line that wasn’t there before and you cannot remember what it was like before the line was there.
There is a line.
And it is dividing you in halves.
They are the same, looking so alike in both physical feature and mentalities; literally a part of one another. They share the same heart. But they have been divided; torn into two broken pieces, wishing only to become one again…to sooth that burning ache which lies in their chests; so identical. But they don’t know how, and so they are left to long for each other in ways they cannot understand.
leave me go ahead
divide what i thought was so great
what i thought was fate
leave divide nothing