drain makes me think of rain and how the drain keeps a place from flooding. flooding causes a lot of damage to people and places so a drain is actually a very positive thing and a great invention that is not appreciated and is not acknowledged as much as it should. drain can also have an abstract idea
You drained my thoughts when you were coming after me with all this fucking information. I can no longer think straight because of you. Youre draining all of my sences. Please just go away.
Away all of your emotions and see what happens. This is what I think of when I see it draining away, down a sink, down a long toilet metal tube, down the bottom of the shower, all the places we stare at every day for all of our lives. We see it all spiral down.
The bath tub used to give me a feeling of serenity. I’d listen to my ocean sounds CD and float in the water. Since I gained weight, however, I feel hopelessly stuck to the bottom of the tub once the water drains.
It was a drain on life… every second thinking of you. Yet I could not bring my self to say good bye. not to my one true love. If only I could rise above. If I could just find the energy to face it all… but i was too drained.
The drain in my bathroom bathtub goes in and out of working. For two months it will be perfect, but, slowly, it always starts clogging up. It goes like gunky clockwork. Lucky for me, I have many skilled drain-cleaners in my household.
A drain is an opening in a sink. It allows liquid to drain into the pipes below. Sometimes it allows solids, such as leftover dinner. If a drain has a disposal, it grinds up food into smaller pieces to allow them to pass through without clogging the drain.
Black, you snake from sink to grid, in heavy water weather you spew your foamy contents on the paving slabs, stuffed with dead leaves, a frozen pool in winter, in summer a smell of ripe discontent, still, you carry away all that was bad in our world, down into the underworld, joining other pipes and other drains to the great spilling lake of empty taps and bowls where you will be cleansed.
all your sorrow and pain. Let it all out and flow away from you. Draining it will leave you free to smile and leave you full of joy. Because let’s face it. Life is full of enjoyment and there is so much to smile about.
drain. hmm….how abo drain-o? have you ever seen the episode of full house when danny is teaching michelle the alphabet? well he uses a cleaning producfor each letter. d is for drain-o. i miss that show. i think ive seen every episode. my ster has them all on dvd. the olsen twins were so adorable.i liked them when they were like 12 or 13. i us to watch all their movies. passport to paris was my favorite. but i liked or lips are sealed becausethey went to australia and they got the cutest boys. pete and avery were their names. i remember this so well because i actually have our lips are sealed on dvd and i watch it when i’m feeling nostalgic. once i watched a mary kate and ashley movie when they didn’t get boyfriends. it was a trainwreck. its funny though, because the movies they make are so unrealistic and they always get cute guys. but then when they don’t get the guys, we hate the movie even if it makes it more realistic. the movie still wasnt realistic because they were 16 and on a road trip to the olympics and they got lost like 6 times. come on now. no ones gonna believe that.
The drain is where the water goes. But where does it go from there? Does all water lead to the ocean or does it all just end up back in our taps? We use too much water for it all to lead to the ocean, there isn’t enough time to clean it all up and filter it.
Rain, rain going down the drain. So crazy how this weather comes and goes again. I wish the sun would come out and take away this pain. But I just have to wait until the rain goes away.
Suddenly they were spinning, twirling, thrashing, squeezed tightly. They held onto each other as they spun and sunk in the darkness. Pearl was soaking wet. They were being washed down the drain of the kitchen sink. They were washed out of the house and into the drain outside that went to the street.
when i think of drains i think of drain-o, which is a liquid that unclogs drains. that reminds me of one episode of full house when danny teaches michelle the alphabet and he used cleaning products for each letter d was for drain-o. i like that show. especially the olsen twins. the olsen twins used to be my favorite people ever. i loved their movies when they went to different countries. i think passport to paris was my favorite. but our lips are sealed had the best guys. pete and avery were their names. i remember this so well because i have our lips are sealed on dvd and i watch it when im feeling nostalgic. it makes me happy.
it’s a drain on my energy to have to go to work everyday. the unfriendliness of my coworkers just drains the happiness out of my day. i don’t know how people can go around all day so miserable and negative. i’ve tried to change their attitudes, but it’s to no avail
drain my life. drain the spaghtti. water going down the drain. sadness is a drain on ones being. grief drains the soul. anger drains laughter. drain rhymes with train and grain and rain. draaiiinnn a horrible sounding word like drone. not a pleasent word at all.
Worthless. Like my life is going down the drain. I hate where this is going. I hate the way you look away when I enter the room. Like I don’t even exist anymore.
He had traveled from San Diego to Philadelphia, a one-shot flight in which he had eaten only a chicken breast. As he finally stepped off the plane and into the cool air, he lit his cigarette and felt the physical drain slowly vanish.
i hate when the water drains out of the bath tub , and i don’t want to get out. i wish the drains in the street would clog and flood the streets so we could play. i wish my mind would be drained of usless information. i love the sound of drains.
sometimes when the slurping of the drain makes the water tornado down it’s narrow passage i think of what it would be like to shrivel up and ride the waves through the pipes.
Drained of the compassion and love for the courage to let go. The toxicity of pride seeps into the bloodstream, no life emanate from these dried out bones. Yearning is lost to the duality of “Go” and “Stop!” Conquered by fear and the distortion of truth and reality – life is not lived it is done to me.
Why does the master bath vanity drain always get slow at the worst possible time? I’m so overwhelmed with trade show preparations and the completion of my front yard conversion to drought tolerant landscaping that the last thing I can deal with is the drain! Guess it’s time to use the guest bathroom!!!
Don’t think, he thought, don’t think, or you’ll be too scared to move.
Somewhere behind him he could hear water rushing through what might have been a drain, and the sound made the whole situation more realistic. He stared ahead in the darkness, his breathing shallow and oh-so-loud in his ears, trying to see the person that he knew was there but couldn’t see.
I watched the blood slide off of my shinning body into the dull drain at my feet. The cuts on my arms told the many stories of my minds labriynth. The heat of the shower dulled not only the pain but the many emotions that flooded my head. They seemed to steam out with the escaping water.
Dark hair and red water mix together as they slide down the bathroom floor. She watches them with blurry eyes, watches them disappear for forever. She can feel the pain on her legs, can feel her head getting more dizzy and dizzy by the minute. She wants to do the same, she wants to disappear down the drain and never come back.
This is appropriate, because I really do feel drained right now. Part of the reason for that has to be that I just woke up, but then there’s the fact that I’m tired of the way my mind works. I strain to attain, yet it washes down the drain.
I walked down the road in the rain and water rushed by my feet and into the drain. I always felt the sense of worry as I walked by those. Just because I thought I was going to get sucked in. It scared me.
It dripped. Slowly. The constant splat of the drop of water against the bottom of the basin. The inscescant drip killed him. He couldn’t hold his anger in for much longer. Soon he’d explode. Soon he’d win.
everything is going down the drain. everything that i worked so hard for, everything that i have built up until now. when you think of drain, it seems like a whole new adventure. at least that’s how it is in the movies. people go down the drain, and discover new places. this isn’t a movie. when things go down the drain, you have nothing lift. a drain is like a black hole. it’s different though. a black hole sucks up everything, even when you dont want it to. the only one letting everything go down the drain is you.
Es war kein Regen. Es war auch kein Schnee. Kein Niesel, kein Graupel, kein Griesel, kein Nebel. Es war transparent blau. Es roch … nach Schwermut. Es drückte unbemerkt alle und alles dem Boden entgegen, der in blauem Licht schimmerte.
I felt the happiness drain from my soul like someone pulled the plug. Anger coursed through my veins at a rapid fire speed, catching all it touched on fire. He would not live.
It was just too hard to get out of bed today. Too many emotions weighed me down, much more than my physical body could. My heart is heavier than my limbs or my body, and the more I tried to fight it the more drained I became. Everything is just… too much.
The drain was plugged up and I was crouched at the bottom of my shower, the water slowly rising higher and higher along my body. I measured what time was right by the time it would take to reach my chest; the seconds in between were agonizing. I had decided what needed to be done, and didn’t feel like taking the time to rethink it. When the water was finally high enough, I buried my face in the water and vowed to never rise again.
But I did. For one incredible moment, I could have sworn I heard a voice outside my door. Not just any voice, but the voice of one of the few people who had been on my mind during those moments the bath had filled. I lifted my head, and I took in a breath of fresh, clean air; after a moment of enjoying the feel of the coldness I found outside of the bath, I unplugged the drain, got out, and continued on like it was a normal day.
I feel incredibly drained after spending eight hours a day five feet away from my boos, the Nit-Picker! It’s no wonder he’s had more than five employees in my position in the last four years!
drain makes me think of rain and how the drain keeps a place from flooding. flooding causes a lot of damage to people and places so a drain is actually a very positive thing and a great invention that is not appreciated and is not acknowledged as much as it should. drain can also have an abstract idea
You drained my thoughts when you were coming after me with all this fucking information. I can no longer think straight because of you. Youre draining all of my sences. Please just go away.
Away all of your emotions and see what happens. This is what I think of when I see it draining away, down a sink, down a long toilet metal tube, down the bottom of the shower, all the places we stare at every day for all of our lives. We see it all spiral down.
The bath tub used to give me a feeling of serenity. I’d listen to my ocean sounds CD and float in the water. Since I gained weight, however, I feel hopelessly stuck to the bottom of the tub once the water drains.
Drain..drain is what this did to me. it ate away at my soul. sucked the life out of me. but through it all I rise
I saw the color drain from his already pale face as I suddenly left his side and dove into the river.
As expected, I could not swim, and so I sank to the bottom.
I waited for my lungs to fill with water as I drowned. But I didn’t drown.
My eyes crossed themselves as I looked toward my nose. No air bubbles.
It was a drain on life… every second thinking of you. Yet I could not bring my self to say good bye. not to my one true love. If only I could rise above. If I could just find the energy to face it all… but i was too drained.
The drain in my bathroom bathtub goes in and out of working. For two months it will be perfect, but, slowly, it always starts clogging up. It goes like gunky clockwork. Lucky for me, I have many skilled drain-cleaners in my household.
A drain is an opening in a sink. It allows liquid to drain into the pipes below. Sometimes it allows solids, such as leftover dinner. If a drain has a disposal, it grinds up food into smaller pieces to allow them to pass through without clogging the drain.
Black, you snake from sink to grid, in heavy water weather you spew your foamy contents on the paving slabs, stuffed with dead leaves, a frozen pool in winter, in summer a smell of ripe discontent, still, you carry away all that was bad in our world, down into the underworld, joining other pipes and other drains to the great spilling lake of empty taps and bowls where you will be cleansed.
all your sorrow and pain. Let it all out and flow away from you. Draining it will leave you free to smile and leave you full of joy. Because let’s face it. Life is full of enjoyment and there is so much to smile about.
drain. hmm….how abo drain-o? have you ever seen the episode of full house when danny is teaching michelle the alphabet? well he uses a cleaning producfor each letter. d is for drain-o. i miss that show. i think ive seen every episode. my ster has them all on dvd. the olsen twins were so adorable.i liked them when they were like 12 or 13. i us to watch all their movies. passport to paris was my favorite. but i liked or lips are sealed becausethey went to australia and they got the cutest boys. pete and avery were their names. i remember this so well because i actually have our lips are sealed on dvd and i watch it when i’m feeling nostalgic. once i watched a mary kate and ashley movie when they didn’t get boyfriends. it was a trainwreck. its funny though, because the movies they make are so unrealistic and they always get cute guys. but then when they don’t get the guys, we hate the movie even if it makes it more realistic. the movie still wasnt realistic because they were 16 and on a road trip to the olympics and they got lost like 6 times. come on now. no ones gonna believe that.
My life is a drain on my time and energy. I just want to be. To be happy and trusting. I want to love and be loved. And not be drained.
The drain is where the water goes. But where does it go from there? Does all water lead to the ocean or does it all just end up back in our taps? We use too much water for it all to lead to the ocean, there isn’t enough time to clean it all up and filter it.
Rain, rain going down the drain. So crazy how this weather comes and goes again. I wish the sun would come out and take away this pain. But I just have to wait until the rain goes away.
Suddenly they were spinning, twirling, thrashing, squeezed tightly. They held onto each other as they spun and sunk in the darkness. Pearl was soaking wet. They were being washed down the drain of the kitchen sink. They were washed out of the house and into the drain outside that went to the street.
when i think of drains i think of drain-o, which is a liquid that unclogs drains. that reminds me of one episode of full house when danny teaches michelle the alphabet and he used cleaning products for each letter d was for drain-o. i like that show. especially the olsen twins. the olsen twins used to be my favorite people ever. i loved their movies when they went to different countries. i think passport to paris was my favorite. but our lips are sealed had the best guys. pete and avery were their names. i remember this so well because i have our lips are sealed on dvd and i watch it when im feeling nostalgic. it makes me happy.
it’s a drain on my energy to have to go to work everyday. the unfriendliness of my coworkers just drains the happiness out of my day. i don’t know how people can go around all day so miserable and negative. i’ve tried to change their attitudes, but it’s to no avail
drain my life. drain the spaghtti. water going down the drain. sadness is a drain on ones being. grief drains the soul. anger drains laughter. drain rhymes with train and grain and rain. draaiiinnn a horrible sounding word like drone. not a pleasent word at all.
Worthless. Like my life is going down the drain. I hate where this is going. I hate the way you look away when I enter the room. Like I don’t even exist anymore.
He had traveled from San Diego to Philadelphia, a one-shot flight in which he had eaten only a chicken breast. As he finally stepped off the plane and into the cool air, he lit his cigarette and felt the physical drain slowly vanish.
i hate when the water drains out of the bath tub , and i don’t want to get out. i wish the drains in the street would clog and flood the streets so we could play. i wish my mind would be drained of usless information. i love the sound of drains.
sometimes when the slurping of the drain makes the water tornado down it’s narrow passage i think of what it would be like to shrivel up and ride the waves through the pipes.
Drained of the compassion and love for the courage to let go. The toxicity of pride seeps into the bloodstream, no life emanate from these dried out bones. Yearning is lost to the duality of “Go” and “Stop!” Conquered by fear and the distortion of truth and reality – life is not lived it is done to me.
Why does the master bath vanity drain always get slow at the worst possible time? I’m so overwhelmed with trade show preparations and the completion of my front yard conversion to drought tolerant landscaping that the last thing I can deal with is the drain! Guess it’s time to use the guest bathroom!!!
Don’t think, he thought, don’t think, or you’ll be too scared to move.
Somewhere behind him he could hear water rushing through what might have been a drain, and the sound made the whole situation more realistic. He stared ahead in the darkness, his breathing shallow and oh-so-loud in his ears, trying to see the person that he knew was there but couldn’t see.
I watched the blood slide off of my shinning body into the dull drain at my feet. The cuts on my arms told the many stories of my minds labriynth. The heat of the shower dulled not only the pain but the many emotions that flooded my head. They seemed to steam out with the escaping water.
Dark hair and red water mix together as they slide down the bathroom floor. She watches them with blurry eyes, watches them disappear for forever. She can feel the pain on her legs, can feel her head getting more dizzy and dizzy by the minute. She wants to do the same, she wants to disappear down the drain and never come back.
caustic friendships can be draining and make you miserable
the drain in spain falls mainly in the plain
This is appropriate, because I really do feel drained right now. Part of the reason for that has to be that I just woke up, but then there’s the fact that I’m tired of the way my mind works. I strain to attain, yet it washes down the drain.
I walked down the road in the rain and water rushed by my feet and into the drain. I always felt the sense of worry as I walked by those. Just because I thought I was going to get sucked in. It scared me.
It dripped. Slowly. The constant splat of the drop of water against the bottom of the basin. The inscescant drip killed him. He couldn’t hold his anger in for much longer. Soon he’d explode. Soon he’d win.
everything is going down the drain. everything that i worked so hard for, everything that i have built up until now. when you think of drain, it seems like a whole new adventure. at least that’s how it is in the movies. people go down the drain, and discover new places. this isn’t a movie. when things go down the drain, you have nothing lift. a drain is like a black hole. it’s different though. a black hole sucks up everything, even when you dont want it to. the only one letting everything go down the drain is you.
Es war kein Regen. Es war auch kein Schnee. Kein Niesel, kein Graupel, kein Griesel, kein Nebel. Es war transparent blau. Es roch … nach Schwermut. Es drückte unbemerkt alle und alles dem Boden entgegen, der in blauem Licht schimmerte.
I felt the happiness drain from my soul like someone pulled the plug. Anger coursed through my veins at a rapid fire speed, catching all it touched on fire. He would not live.
It was just too hard to get out of bed today. Too many emotions weighed me down, much more than my physical body could. My heart is heavier than my limbs or my body, and the more I tried to fight it the more drained I became. Everything is just… too much.
The drain was plugged up and I was crouched at the bottom of my shower, the water slowly rising higher and higher along my body. I measured what time was right by the time it would take to reach my chest; the seconds in between were agonizing. I had decided what needed to be done, and didn’t feel like taking the time to rethink it. When the water was finally high enough, I buried my face in the water and vowed to never rise again.
But I did. For one incredible moment, I could have sworn I heard a voice outside my door. Not just any voice, but the voice of one of the few people who had been on my mind during those moments the bath had filled. I lifted my head, and I took in a breath of fresh, clean air; after a moment of enjoying the feel of the coldness I found outside of the bath, I unplugged the drain, got out, and continued on like it was a normal day.
I try not to worry about what tomorrow may bring, or today for that matter, for it tends to drain my soul.
after straining i feel drained. the rain drains the happiness out of me.
sink drain. drained of emotion. drained of; void of. no longer. to gradually increase the amount of lose of something.
I feel incredibly drained after spending eight hours a day five feet away from my boos, the Nit-Picker! It’s no wonder he’s had more than five employees in my position in the last four years!