the day felt endless with the events that were going on within my world. I could not imagine anything worst than what was happening to me – god help me!
forever, what a difficult thing to decipher. love is intangible and endless. is the universe like that as well? maybe love is a universally endless quest that you seek forever.
drive. passion. flair. work ethic. whatever you call it… mine is endless. over achiever. go getter. freak who needs a life. how do you manage? of course you came in on your day off. suck up. why do you always have an opinion? why do you always have to share it? is there anything you aren’t involved in?
i get it. i make it crystal. fucking. clear. that you aren’t doing as much as you could be. and that bothers you. much easier to blame me. much easier for you to make me look like i am the exception. than for you to step up your game. than for you to push a little harder. sweat a little more. and sacrifice some of that precious facebook time.
It seemed endless at first, but their gleam in the distance was a glint of hope. A sparkling sign post that said to me that it was almost over. Punching though this would bring it to and end with a new beginning.
endless love. endless oceans. endless time together, lying twisted in sheets, hanging onto the night by a twisted thread. holding you close in an effort to save your smell and feel your heat beat against mine. refusing to open my eyes and acknowledge the breaking dawn, because today our love is endless.
I didn’t do this yesterday. I did it today. But the time is endless and the days pass by and the opportunities to learn and write and the ideas that bubble up in my mind are endless. It’s a stream of writing and I only want to write and write and write. Characters. Stories. My mind is an open book.
never stopping always continuing, eating relentlessly it never stops that is why it’s called endless, endless love that cheesy 80’s song from happy gilmore, i can’t think of anything that is actually endless because everything and everyone dies at some point. the only thing that hasn’t ended yet is the planet but it will soon.
endless and gone. and endless and none. and endless reveries. endless mind games. endless what the hell am i writing. endless nonsense. endlesss and pointless. triple s endless. endless life for the immortal. endless time. endless dimension. endless spoon. banana dreams. endless cant escape nonsense. help plox. what am i writing. endless.
With a shake of her head and a smirk on her lips, Sara though just how endless tomorrow’s road trip would be. She hated being the middle child for more reasons she cared to think about. But tomorrow, stuck between Ryan and Jill it was going to be hell.
life is in essence perspective- alhough all living things have some form of sense- the tree chasing the sun through the canopy and digging deep below the soil for water, the worm wriggling on an endless quest for tasty detritus, the flea seeking blood, the dog seeking affection, all have different perceptions, though they share life itself. As humans, we think our knowledge is endless, but compared to the vastness of the known universe, our planet is but another excited electron, caught by the gravity of the nucleus known as the sun.
A neverending nothingness of something, continually going on and on and on and on, that’s less ending, hence endless and startmore. Because it’s endless and I’m not sure what i’m doing now. Do I win something? This feels endless so there. It’s endless. Never ends
Some people exchange “I love you’s” days after being together. Heck it takes me close to a year before I make such a stupid promise to someone. It really should be “I love you… now.” Romantic. We’re not made monogamously and it’s hard to believe that “being in love” will last forever. Cynic.
His eyes are endless. You take a glance and you see a century, an entire age of civilization behind his gaze. The things he has seen and done, the planes of reality he has explored; nothing can compare to what fills his eyes.
Nothing but death is endless. So live life while you can. You never know how long you have. Death is forever, but life is precious. Live it up, live it loud, live and love, live with no regrets.
Love. Life. Happiness. But that is only if you have Jesus in your life. Love in relationships is constantly ending all around us. People are constantly dying. People are losing hope. But life with Jesus, none of those end.
The magic flowed out of me, endless. As a black hole would suck in the light of a sun, I felt my lifeblood and spirit slowly exit my body. The demon slowed the intake, pausing just for a quick second, and I felt the agony that had been lying just below all my confusion.
Time is endless. It began an infinity ago, and it will continue to go on, never stopping. Endless.
Love is endless. It began as an itch, and it will continue to itch, never stopping. Endless.
Everything comes to an end, yet it isn ot endless. Life will continue, with or without you, with or without love. With or without time.
I looked into the vortex of darkness, no light, only an endless night for me to drift through. I glanced back to my hooded companion who held his his long staff close to his side, he put his bony hand to my back and gently pushed me from the stone platform. I began to drift upwards and away from him, I wanted to say something but couldn’t find the voice to do so, but he nodded knowingly and waved at me as my eyelids grew heavy as I fell into the endless slumber that the shadows offered with their warm embrace.
endless time is not something i like to think about. endless happiness seems hard to achieve. is anything ever really endless? the world ends at a certain point, life ends, i guess space is endless, but how would we ever know?
the hours feel like chewing gum, like when you stretch it with your fingers to see how long it gets before it tears, the way your mom always scolded you for. endless as you stare at the clock and at the phone and at the book that you’re failing to focus on. and then it snaps and it catches you off guard, and everything is messy and tangled up.
The time it takes to think upsomething to write for just one word. The amount of time people dream about having for everything they want to do. The amount of desire of all things close to us.
life is endless everything is endless you do everything over and over again. the mess the people everything its all endless, you can never just finish something it is endless and it always will be for everyone. the cycle will continue over and over and over forever. the cycle is endless. everyone will continue everything where you left off and it will go on forever.
I kept walking, but to no avail. I had been climbing for hours, days, even weeks, but there were always more steps. I had some place to be, and that was wherever the stairs would lead me… And until then, I am to climb the endless staircase.
i love the sound of rainstorms in the summer. the splattering of millions of raindrops on the grass in my backyard- the sound, the smell, the feel of them is deliciously endless.
endless love, the name of a song i think. but is it real? HAH endless love doesn’t exist…unless you’re like Noah and Ally or something adorable and fictitious. otherwise… HAH. people get bored, especially dumb boys. endless. ending?
There are days when you just need to spread out, lie about and decompress from all the stress and tension. Weekends are especially nice, leading to endless days.
everything seems so endless lately
the world moves on
though i may not
through an endless wave of time
though life is not endless
time may be
but should things never truly end
what a sad existence is
her personality is endless, like ripples in a still pond. her laughs go on forever. she’s the most beautiful person i’ve ever met, and she’s my little sister. i would do anything to keep her innocent and pure and happy.
I like this word a lot as it is easy to use and communicates it’s specific meaning perfectly. Endless, brilliant for any writer.
the day felt endless with the events that were going on within my world. I could not imagine anything worst than what was happening to me – god help me!
forever, what a difficult thing to decipher. love is intangible and endless. is the universe like that as well? maybe love is a universally endless quest that you seek forever.
drive. passion. flair. work ethic. whatever you call it… mine is endless. over achiever. go getter. freak who needs a life. how do you manage? of course you came in on your day off. suck up. why do you always have an opinion? why do you always have to share it? is there anything you aren’t involved in?
i get it. i make it crystal. fucking. clear. that you aren’t doing as much as you could be. and that bothers you. much easier to blame me. much easier for you to make me look like i am the exception. than for you to step up your game. than for you to push a little harder. sweat a little more. and sacrifice some of that precious facebook time.
It seemed endless at first, but their gleam in the distance was a glint of hope. A sparkling sign post that said to me that it was almost over. Punching though this would bring it to and end with a new beginning.
endless love. endless oceans. endless time together, lying twisted in sheets, hanging onto the night by a twisted thread. holding you close in an effort to save your smell and feel your heat beat against mine. refusing to open my eyes and acknowledge the breaking dawn, because today our love is endless.
I didn’t do this yesterday. I did it today. But the time is endless and the days pass by and the opportunities to learn and write and the ideas that bubble up in my mind are endless. It’s a stream of writing and I only want to write and write and write. Characters. Stories. My mind is an open book.
never stopping always continuing, eating relentlessly it never stops that is why it’s called endless, endless love that cheesy 80’s song from happy gilmore, i can’t think of anything that is actually endless because everything and everyone dies at some point. the only thing that hasn’t ended yet is the planet but it will soon.
never ending, ocean, summer, pool, vacation, long workday, working in general, despair, depression, bowl of m&ms, pasta dish,
endless and gone. and endless and none. and endless reveries. endless mind games. endless what the hell am i writing. endless nonsense. endlesss and pointless. triple s endless. endless life for the immortal. endless time. endless dimension. endless spoon. banana dreams. endless cant escape nonsense. help plox. what am i writing. endless.
With a shake of her head and a smirk on her lips, Sara though just how endless tomorrow’s road trip would be. She hated being the middle child for more reasons she cared to think about. But tomorrow, stuck between Ryan and Jill it was going to be hell.
life is in essence perspective- alhough all living things have some form of sense- the tree chasing the sun through the canopy and digging deep below the soil for water, the worm wriggling on an endless quest for tasty detritus, the flea seeking blood, the dog seeking affection, all have different perceptions, though they share life itself. As humans, we think our knowledge is endless, but compared to the vastness of the known universe, our planet is but another excited electron, caught by the gravity of the nucleus known as the sun.
A neverending nothingness of something, continually going on and on and on and on, that’s less ending, hence endless and startmore. Because it’s endless and I’m not sure what i’m doing now. Do I win something? This feels endless so there. It’s endless. Never ends
Some people exchange “I love you’s” days after being together. Heck it takes me close to a year before I make such a stupid promise to someone. It really should be “I love you… now.” Romantic. We’re not made monogamously and it’s hard to believe that “being in love” will last forever. Cynic.
His eyes are endless. You take a glance and you see a century, an entire age of civilization behind his gaze. The things he has seen and done, the planes of reality he has explored; nothing can compare to what fills his eyes.
When childhood was endless I grew restless and tried to race trough each passageway as if the ned was the golden warm dream of adulthood. I was wrong.
I feel hopeless. This endless melancholy revenge that you’ve taken upon me is getting old.
Nothing but death is endless. So live life while you can. You never know how long you have. Death is forever, but life is precious. Live it up, live it loud, live and love, live with no regrets.
The sprawling kingdom was empty. Ghosts of memories pervaded among the streets and empty houses.
Love. Life. Happiness. But that is only if you have Jesus in your life. Love in relationships is constantly ending all around us. People are constantly dying. People are losing hope. But life with Jesus, none of those end.
The magic flowed out of me, endless. As a black hole would suck in the light of a sun, I felt my lifeblood and spirit slowly exit my body. The demon slowed the intake, pausing just for a quick second, and I felt the agony that had been lying just below all my confusion.
Time is endless. It began an infinity ago, and it will continue to go on, never stopping. Endless.
Love is endless. It began as an itch, and it will continue to itch, never stopping. Endless.
Everything comes to an end, yet it isn ot endless. Life will continue, with or without you, with or without love. With or without time.
like an endless day she looks at me. her eyes asking and my stomach folding over, she mumbles and trips over her run-on sentence.
what can i write about the word endless. if i don’t feel like doing the housework as i plod alomg it feels like an endless task
an endless void. everything within it means nothing in this endless blackness for, they cannot see each other in the dark endless night. Obliteration.
myword! what a horrible day it was today? From the moment I got to work until I finished at 5’30. The phone never stopped ringing.
I looked into the vortex of darkness, no light, only an endless night for me to drift through. I glanced back to my hooded companion who held his his long staff close to his side, he put his bony hand to my back and gently pushed me from the stone platform. I began to drift upwards and away from him, I wanted to say something but couldn’t find the voice to do so, but he nodded knowingly and waved at me as my eyelids grew heavy as I fell into the endless slumber that the shadows offered with their warm embrace.
never ending, perduring, forever. And endless love for harry potter, a love that has no bounds. Never ending faith, my faith in God remains endless.
endless time is not something i like to think about. endless happiness seems hard to achieve. is anything ever really endless? the world ends at a certain point, life ends, i guess space is endless, but how would we ever know?
Nothing without an end,
Except the end itself.
Endless endings end,
And the end doesn’t seem so far anymore,
But where’s the happy ending?
the hours feel like chewing gum, like when you stretch it with your fingers to see how long it gets before it tears, the way your mom always scolded you for. endless as you stare at the clock and at the phone and at the book that you’re failing to focus on. and then it snaps and it catches you off guard, and everything is messy and tangled up.
The time it takes to think upsomething to write for just one word. The amount of time people dream about having for everything they want to do. The amount of desire of all things close to us.
life is endless everything is endless you do everything over and over again. the mess the people everything its all endless, you can never just finish something it is endless and it always will be for everyone. the cycle will continue over and over and over forever. the cycle is endless. everyone will continue everything where you left off and it will go on forever.
I kept walking, but to no avail. I had been climbing for hours, days, even weeks, but there were always more steps. I had some place to be, and that was wherever the stairs would lead me… And until then, I am to climb the endless staircase.
i love the sound of rainstorms in the summer. the splattering of millions of raindrops on the grass in my backyard- the sound, the smell, the feel of them is deliciously endless.
endless love, the name of a song i think. but is it real? HAH endless love doesn’t exist…unless you’re like Noah and Ally or something adorable and fictitious. otherwise… HAH. people get bored, especially dumb boys. endless. ending?
There are days when you just need to spread out, lie about and decompress from all the stress and tension. Weekends are especially nice, leading to endless days.
everything seems so endless lately
the world moves on
though i may not
through an endless wave of time
though life is not endless
time may be
but should things never truly end
what a sad existence is
forever
love
happy
omega
alpha
loveless
fairy tail
magic
without an end
soul
her personality is endless, like ripples in a still pond. her laughs go on forever. she’s the most beautiful person i’ve ever met, and she’s my little sister. i would do anything to keep her innocent and pure and happy.