I stand alone. Alone with my thoughts, with the endless ocean of my thoughts, blue as the Atlantic in high summer. Blue, like the sky at dusk. Blue, like the fading forget-me-not. Alone, endless, and blue.
It seems endless this time spent this looping reality where nothing really changes despite the back and forth it’s always the same thing the feeling of hopelessness always returns in between the brief periods of feeling wonderful.
It was an endless hall. A hall that dredged on forever. Was this symbolism for her life? A life without hope? Without love? Without purpose? Just trudging along until it ends? until you hit that black dot at the end?
Molly was determined not to live like that. No. She was going to tell Barry she loved him.
I love anything that is endless. I love endless coke. I love endless cake. At the restaurant I always ask for an “endless supply of root bear”. I think the correct term is bottomless but I don’t really give a damn. I want everything to be endless.
Except bathroom breaks. I could do without those.
I also think bad movies should have an ending. I think a punishment in hell is to watch an endlessly horrendous movie.
I love the endless summer. The lazy, hazy crazy days that drift on and one into the beautiful evenings… it seems as though they’ll never end. Winter on the other hand is endless also, but in a different way… short days full of grey, long nights, even when it’s still day… it’s as though you can hardly wait for April.
endlessly dreaming wondering scheming introverted extroverted gleaming i haven’t a clue what to do i so often say neigh, so often say no, when the only thing to do is go! go forth, head straight, straight on, never late, always on time because i’m always in the present state. wish i could always be this way and never have to remind myself to be so
A lot of things are endless, like love. The universe may be endless, we just don’t know. We’d all like to be endless ourselves, but this is impossible and we know it.
never stopping, forever and ever on and on, spinning falling drowning. Can you hear it echo through the now. love, patience, hate, doubt, fear. coming coming, always coming and never ending. Less we forget the end wont come. Less you don’t strive to achieve.
endless jealously. fueled by. these thoughts burning, destroying all my confidence. i always thought false fantasies would be happy. now i lay awake. hopeless and wrong.
Endless. First thing that comes to my mind is problems. Is that sad? but its true… problems are endless. At least my problems are endless. Ya I guess that is kind of sad. Wow this game is hard!
the computer’s mind seemed an endless vat of information that was able to be designed into data of endless varieties!heat, noise, air pressure, earth…etc..all were interpreted and analyzed
endless is my psyche. im here for now and now is forever. so that must mean that i will be with him forever. in our own place. for endless time. i love him and its the hardest thing ever.
What is endless? Time, space? Is there really such a thing as endless? There must be because without it there would be a limit and we could never come up with such a concept.
Learning is an endless process – you learn as you grow into a child, as you enter middle school, as you go through high school, college, and finally the life lessons that come only with experience. If you’re lucky, sometimes you’ll learn some of those lessons from loved ones who are older and wiser.
It was an endless stream of potato-sourced pasta-filling coming down from the large metallic slide at the top of the building. All the people gathered round at the confluence of its magnanimity and proffered themselves up to its bounty.
The endless snow stretched for miles all around. It was hard to tell where the trail was supposed to be. But she kept going, and eventually she came back to town.
The possibilities are always endless, there’s nothing that doesn’t have a loop hole. But in my situation it seems I’m not sure that the loop hole is the best answer. i try to think of all my possibilities but only one seems right. I have to kill him. I have to end this once and for all.
This feels endless.
Everything just repeats. The cycle remains unbroken, and nobody notices.
We all sit here wallowing in our broken world, with broken homes and a broken sense of self.
But none of us ever thing to turn our heads to the side and notice the rows of people who are doing the same.
endless oceans are sometimes there…. but only because we see no end. Is anything really endless? You’d think…. but in reality we can’t determine that because all we know is that we can’t perceive and end, not that it doesn’t exist. We can only prove definitively that something has an end, not that it doesn’t. What does that say about pi?
Endless breadsticks? Bring it on. Because I haven’t got a problem with it. Wait, you do? I thought you were in this with me? I thought we were going to set that record together. Where are you going? Come back! I can’t eat 249 breadsticks on my own. We were going for the combined record. Curse you, Mike and your evil ways!
Like plankton in a roiling sea questions glitter under broken clouds and moonlight. In waves they cascade onto the shore carried by the tides. And between dimensions I wonder what happens when the process that produces consciousness stops working. Does it disperse the energy back into the void? And what about entropy? From this limited view, at least I can see there are seas of endless questions and many more partially obscured answers to be found riddled throughout the beach buried somewhere in the sands of time.
They lived within the place inside the world where everyone’s minds met. No one could see it, but everyone could. This was the kind of thing they found slightly annoying, and so did everyone they were connected with. Unfortunate, but it is the truth for their existence.
After a time, they stopped caring whether they were working or simply existing. And in a way, they weren’t in control of their own lives.
life is endless. i feel so immortal. momento mori is bullshit. argh. why is my life so long? is this misrery endless as well? there is nothng more miserable than endless. whether is be life or whatever, because we humans, strive, need… must see the end. it is integral to our understanding of the universe. we cannot fathom the universe because everything within our schema of understanding has an end to it.
it stretches on for ever an endless view of land and sky as if the night would never end and the sun would never rise. Wheat fields for miles and an eternity of calm, cool atmosphere.
The endless void within the sea transferred all his emotions from one place to the next. On and on they went, as long as the void was deep. Sooner or later they found their mark, which was as far away from him as possible. What could he do now? He was empty, gone. There was nothing left to do now. He had given up his entirety and become endless himself.
time love nothing
I have no idea. I’m not sure if everything is endless or if nothing is, but I think it must be one of the two. Right now, this semester seems endless, but I’m sure in a couple of months it will seem as if I had no time at all. I don’t know. Knowledge or rather the search for knowledge maybe?
it was a endless journey in which I didn’t know if I would make it. the stars were telling me to stop and not look back. but I just couldn’t do it. I miss him too much to stop. this journey will be the death of me if anything else in the world. oh the things you do for love… it sucks.
“This day will be an endless series of hoops to jump through. But, in the spirit of the old college try, it has to be done.”, thought Jim as he entered the gate.
Endless time, endless energy, endless love. Sadness is endless, just covered up with drugs. Unless I find true happiness, is that endless? Endless love… what a concept. Endless hearts beating in time,.
my anger towards you is endless. my love for music is endless. both very different, but so similar. i hate how you handled things, it was cowardly.
I stand alone. Alone with my thoughts, with the endless ocean of my thoughts, blue as the Atlantic in high summer. Blue, like the sky at dusk. Blue, like the fading forget-me-not. Alone, endless, and blue.
journey happiness life freedom peace war imagination evolution greatness ledgend beauty dreaming draining
It seems endless this time spent this looping reality where nothing really changes despite the back and forth it’s always the same thing the feeling of hopelessness always returns in between the brief periods of feeling wonderful.
It was an endless hall. A hall that dredged on forever. Was this symbolism for her life? A life without hope? Without love? Without purpose? Just trudging along until it ends? until you hit that black dot at the end?
Molly was determined not to live like that. No. She was going to tell Barry she loved him.
I love anything that is endless. I love endless coke. I love endless cake. At the restaurant I always ask for an “endless supply of root bear”. I think the correct term is bottomless but I don’t really give a damn. I want everything to be endless.
Except bathroom breaks. I could do without those.
I also think bad movies should have an ending. I think a punishment in hell is to watch an endlessly horrendous movie.
I love the endless summer. The lazy, hazy crazy days that drift on and one into the beautiful evenings… it seems as though they’ll never end. Winter on the other hand is endless also, but in a different way… short days full of grey, long nights, even when it’s still day… it’s as though you can hardly wait for April.
endlessly dreaming wondering scheming introverted extroverted gleaming i haven’t a clue what to do i so often say neigh, so often say no, when the only thing to do is go! go forth, head straight, straight on, never late, always on time because i’m always in the present state. wish i could always be this way and never have to remind myself to be so
A lot of things are endless, like love. The universe may be endless, we just don’t know. We’d all like to be endless ourselves, but this is impossible and we know it.
never stopping, forever and ever on and on, spinning falling drowning. Can you hear it echo through the now. love, patience, hate, doubt, fear. coming coming, always coming and never ending. Less we forget the end wont come. Less you don’t strive to achieve.
endless jealously. fueled by. these thoughts burning, destroying all my confidence. i always thought false fantasies would be happy. now i lay awake. hopeless and wrong.
the road was endless, stretching on and on into the horizon with no end in sight. the sound was still, empty and deafening. she walked for hours.
endless aimless thoughtless actions morph and empty into wasteful vessels
Endless. First thing that comes to my mind is problems. Is that sad? but its true… problems are endless. At least my problems are endless. Ya I guess that is kind of sad. Wow this game is hard!
the computer’s mind seemed an endless vat of information that was able to be designed into data of endless varieties!heat, noise, air pressure, earth…etc..all were interpreted and analyzed
endless is my psyche. im here for now and now is forever. so that must mean that i will be with him forever. in our own place. for endless time. i love him and its the hardest thing ever.
What is endless? Time, space? Is there really such a thing as endless? There must be because without it there would be a limit and we could never come up with such a concept.
Learning is an endless process – you learn as you grow into a child, as you enter middle school, as you go through high school, college, and finally the life lessons that come only with experience. If you’re lucky, sometimes you’ll learn some of those lessons from loved ones who are older and wiser.
It was an endless stream of potato-sourced pasta-filling coming down from the large metallic slide at the top of the building. All the people gathered round at the confluence of its magnanimity and proffered themselves up to its bounty.
A man in the back piped up: “Perhaps pierogis?”
And joy was found in the hearts of all.
The blank ideas are endless. I hope to find something tomorrow.
The endless snow stretched for miles all around. It was hard to tell where the trail was supposed to be. But she kept going, and eventually she came back to town.
The sky seemed endless. Standing high up in the air will do that. The cliff shifted. Crumbled. I fell.
The possibilities are always endless, there’s nothing that doesn’t have a loop hole. But in my situation it seems I’m not sure that the loop hole is the best answer. i try to think of all my possibilities but only one seems right. I have to kill him. I have to end this once and for all.
This feels endless.
Everything just repeats. The cycle remains unbroken, and nobody notices.
We all sit here wallowing in our broken world, with broken homes and a broken sense of self.
But none of us ever thing to turn our heads to the side and notice the rows of people who are doing the same.
We aren’t alone. But we choose to be lonely.
endless oceans are sometimes there…. but only because we see no end. Is anything really endless? You’d think…. but in reality we can’t determine that because all we know is that we can’t perceive and end, not that it doesn’t exist. We can only prove definitively that something has an end, not that it doesn’t. What does that say about pi?
Endless breadsticks? Bring it on. Because I haven’t got a problem with it. Wait, you do? I thought you were in this with me? I thought we were going to set that record together. Where are you going? Come back! I can’t eat 249 breadsticks on my own. We were going for the combined record. Curse you, Mike and your evil ways!
it was a tiny trickle of a stream.
flowing since millenia in the two months of spring, and drying up in the heat of summer
into an ocean a thousand miles across and unseen miles long
when the stream will have filled up the ocean with water, and endless moment in time will have been reached.
Like plankton in a roiling sea questions glitter under broken clouds and moonlight. In waves they cascade onto the shore carried by the tides. And between dimensions I wonder what happens when the process that produces consciousness stops working. Does it disperse the energy back into the void? And what about entropy? From this limited view, at least I can see there are seas of endless questions and many more partially obscured answers to be found riddled throughout the beach buried somewhere in the sands of time.
to have endless love would be absolutely marvellous full of joy and laughter to be deeply loved endlessly to the end of time
They lived within the place inside the world where everyone’s minds met. No one could see it, but everyone could. This was the kind of thing they found slightly annoying, and so did everyone they were connected with. Unfortunate, but it is the truth for their existence.
After a time, they stopped caring whether they were working or simply existing. And in a way, they weren’t in control of their own lives.
life is endless. i feel so immortal. momento mori is bullshit. argh. why is my life so long? is this misrery endless as well? there is nothng more miserable than endless. whether is be life or whatever, because we humans, strive, need… must see the end. it is integral to our understanding of the universe. we cannot fathom the universe because everything within our schema of understanding has an end to it.
it stretches on for ever an endless view of land and sky as if the night would never end and the sun would never rise. Wheat fields for miles and an eternity of calm, cool atmosphere.
The endless void within the sea transferred all his emotions from one place to the next. On and on they went, as long as the void was deep. Sooner or later they found their mark, which was as far away from him as possible. What could he do now? He was empty, gone. There was nothing left to do now. He had given up his entirety and become endless himself.
time love nothing
I have no idea. I’m not sure if everything is endless or if nothing is, but I think it must be one of the two. Right now, this semester seems endless, but I’m sure in a couple of months it will seem as if I had no time at all. I don’t know. Knowledge or rather the search for knowledge maybe?
Can’t Begin.
Can’t Fathom.
Can’t See.
Can’t Stop.
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it was a endless journey in which I didn’t know if I would make it. the stars were telling me to stop and not look back. but I just couldn’t do it. I miss him too much to stop. this journey will be the death of me if anything else in the world. oh the things you do for love… it sucks.
“This day will be an endless series of hoops to jump through. But, in the spirit of the old college try, it has to be done.”, thought Jim as he entered the gate.
this endless life is killing me. lol
i suck. endlessly.
Endless time, endless energy, endless love. Sadness is endless, just covered up with drugs. Unless I find true happiness, is that endless? Endless love… what a concept. Endless hearts beating in time,.