i think flailing is a word that not many people know it sounds like a silly word i find it an irresponsible word that is a hobo and dosent know who he is.
it sound like failing witch really suck because my spelling really sucks i like pine apple and rhubarb and now i am compleatly of subject and my time is up!
Yesterday was my birthday. I sat on a bench in the park, flailing my arms in the air, trying to attract someone, anyone… But the people just walked by, ignoring the crazy woman in the park.
One minute, I was standing on the edge. On the roof. Looking over the city I’d lived in since I was playing hopscotch with my friends and when the world’s faults were things I was too little to notice. When I had friends. And then, I slipped. Or did I jump? Is there a difference? The world wanted me gone, I wanted the world to be gone. Then I was in mid air, my limbs flailing as I hurtled toward the pavement. I closed my eyes. And let the peace, the bliss, the beauty, of death overcome me.
Er packte ich, ich strampelte mit dem Füßen, wedelte mit den Armen, aber ich konnte mich einfach nicht aus seinem Griff befreien. Dass er es ja nur gut meinte, das wusste ich. Aber das machte seine Tag nicht besser und auch nicht, wie ich mich dabei fühlte. Ich war total verzweifelt, sagte immer wieder, dass ich das nicht will. Doch er ließ nicht los.
I WAS SITTING IN THE BOAT AS THE WAVES POUNDED AGAINST THE VESSEL. MY ARMS WERE FLAILING WILDLY AS I WAS ROCKED BACK AND FORTH. WITHOUT TIME TO CATCH MY BREATH, I REACHED OUT AND SNAGGED THE RAILING TO STEADY MYSELF.
I couldn’t breathe, I was gasping for air as the sting of the cold air fell upon me all at once. it was like the pain of a thousand knives streaming toward me. I was in the Arctic.
my arms were flailing around as i slipped on a patch of ice. My friends laughed at me as i landed on my buttox, while the imitated my flailing gesture. Though they seemed to find this quite amusing, i couldn’t hep but feel slightly peached at them for it severely hurt.
Flailing limbs as you fall down the steep embankment. The car hanging at the top rail, will it or won’t it, the screams as everyone around you realizes at the same moment that it will. The sound as it thunks in to Tom next to you, the realization that what started as a fun one word turned in to true stories from your Grandpa’s life.
I’m not really sure what this means, but i think it has something to do with moving your arms rapidly. so someone would look pretty funny if they were “faliling” their arms quickly without reason. although there could be a reason such as an emergency or something, maybe they can’t speak or are choking.
i was flailing my arms around as i slipped on a patch of ice. My friends laughed at me and started to imitate my flailing gestures, having a good time at my expense. Little did they know that i had found no humor in the situation and that the flailing had actually caused me to hurt my arm.
Flailing in water, drowning, flailing in life, struggling, I’m not struggling, I’m not doing anything, maybe I’m flailing in my options, in my future, I don’t know what to do next, but it doesn’t matter to me, I have so many things i can do, what if I don’t want to do anything? its like I need to peel of a layer off skin, get to the new stuff, I’m stale, I want someone to notice me but not while I’m stale.
Gasping for air, she looked to the surface. The light filtered through the particles in the water, through that terrible greenish blue hued dihydrogen monoxide suffocating her from the inside out.
Flailing, as in falling. losing control of your bodys movements and letting the world around you decide where you should be. To flail is to just be. In a crazy way.
today, i fell down the stairs. arms flailing, my mouth gaping wide open as i let out a cry that was more surprised than shocked. i landed hopelessly unfortunate on my hipbone and the pain jolting from the core of my body to my brain send my mind flailing.
What an odd word. I mean how often do you see the word flailing about outside of a book? I never hear anyone say, he was flailing and of course flailing must be with about. No one just flails does one? Interesting about that isn’t it. So I would say today I will have to look more into this flailing word.
the duck was flailing across the pond. unfortunately he flailed so much that he attracted a crocodile and almost got eaten. happily another bigger duck scared him away and was pushed to safety.
She was flailing in the water, her arms frantically trying to pull her towards the surface. I knew she couldn’t swim; why had I taken her out to the lake? I could swim. Why wasn’t I saving her? I thought that I should be saving her, but I wasn’t. It was much more entertaining to watch her struggle.
An obtrusive, suffocating darkness surrounded her, and she felt like falling and falling, and there was nothing to stop her fall. She trashed around, limbs desperatly flailing, looking for something to hold on, anything!, but there was nothing. She was falling and falling, and no one could save her. She was beyond help. The ground, pitch black like everything else, was nearer and nearer. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the terrible, lethal impact that was to come, screaming, praying, crying…and she woke up with a start.
Just a nightmare. Again.
I spent all my time flailing around on that beach choking on sea water and thinking about how much puking would suck. What it came down to though was I never did. Now I like to think I’m incredible because in that one moment I was with the girl I’ve seen twice a day every
I saw a fish flailing on the beach. it was a very sad fish. it missed its mother, who had been eaten by a shark three days before. the shark was happy because he was very hungry until he found the little fish. now the shark is on his way to find a seal to eat. the fish was not large enough to fill his belly
Es ist ganz leicht. Du hast zwar das Gefühl, deinen Körper nicht mehr unter Kontrolle zu haben, dass deine Arme und Beine hierhin und dorthin flattern, sich verknoten, mit dem Wind in höhere Lagen getragen werden. Aber lass dich einfach darauf ein, du wirst anders sein, hinterher, flexibler irgendwie und ein neuer Mensch.
My arms were flailing behind me as gusts of wind blew in my face. I tried to grab the pole beside me for support, but it slipped through my damp and calloused fingertips. My head turned from side to side, searching for the faint outline of anyone that could possibly be shielded by the crumbling buildings that lay a couple metres ahead of me. I crouch down and try to crawl toward the beckoning warm shelter.
i have no idea what-so-ever what flailing means but i am listening to Nicki Minaj and half the words she says doesn’t make sense to me. or half the world. anyway, no school today so i’m gonna be lazy and stay in my pajamas:) time’s up! Byee!
Arms flail, but it’s also a medieval weapon I think…yes, it goes with a mace. It is used to describe when something is out of control, but is also a weapon – something that, I would hope, is always in control. Perhaps not in control, but something that is under control.
i’m falling, falling, my arms circlings around me, unable to control myself. i’m losing myself. i’m losing control. everything is a blur, the people spin around me. i can’t stop. nothing is as it was. i’m falling, falling, my head spinning, my emotions a whirlwind. i can’t keep on like this, i can’t keep going like this. i need something, i need help.
The cliff was much higher than he’d anticipated. I mean, everything was a different perspective when you were falling off of it, but hey, it had been a challenge worth taking, right? The moment he hit the water, he’d be immortalized in the minds of the other kids forever.
He just wished he looked more like a swan and less like a squawking duck.
They had her pinned up against the wall, but her legs were still kicking wildly at her kidnappers. It was dark, and she knew all too well that she was outnumbered. But still, she tried. And she tried.
i like apples and banaas coz ther colll and i dont know why hobo
goats are like mushrooms
if you shoot a duck
im scared of toasters
hello i am drowning and i am about to die someone please help me or else i will die….. quick….abou….aboouutt…to..d..d..die
flailing is stuff
flailing sounds like a really stupid word this is really stupid it gave me this word twice in a row i dont know what to say im so awesome
birds planes crooks flails whips cars books bananas sheep me egypt reapers oh my god horus osiris isis set long drop harpies Poseidon Zeus hades.
i think flailing is a word that not many people know it sounds like a silly word i find it an irresponsible word that is a hobo and dosent know who he is.
I am flailing while drowning in the water help! help! no body hears.
Angry, mad, aggressive, drowning, water, safety, screaming
it sound like failing witch really suck because my spelling really sucks i like pine apple and rhubarb and now i am compleatly of subject and my time is up!
arms flying around. without control. Just going nuts -ronan byrt
abseiling
craving
bathing
Yesterday was my birthday. I sat on a bench in the park, flailing my arms in the air, trying to attract someone, anyone… But the people just walked by, ignoring the crazy woman in the park.
One minute, I was standing on the edge. On the roof. Looking over the city I’d lived in since I was playing hopscotch with my friends and when the world’s faults were things I was too little to notice. When I had friends. And then, I slipped. Or did I jump? Is there a difference? The world wanted me gone, I wanted the world to be gone. Then I was in mid air, my limbs flailing as I hurtled toward the pavement. I closed my eyes. And let the peace, the bliss, the beauty, of death overcome me.
Er packte ich, ich strampelte mit dem Füßen, wedelte mit den Armen, aber ich konnte mich einfach nicht aus seinem Griff befreien. Dass er es ja nur gut meinte, das wusste ich. Aber das machte seine Tag nicht besser und auch nicht, wie ich mich dabei fühlte. Ich war total verzweifelt, sagte immer wieder, dass ich das nicht will. Doch er ließ nicht los.
I WAS SITTING IN THE BOAT AS THE WAVES POUNDED AGAINST THE VESSEL. MY ARMS WERE FLAILING WILDLY AS I WAS ROCKED BACK AND FORTH. WITHOUT TIME TO CATCH MY BREATH, I REACHED OUT AND SNAGGED THE RAILING TO STEADY MYSELF.
I couldn’t breathe, I was gasping for air as the sting of the cold air fell upon me all at once. it was like the pain of a thousand knives streaming toward me. I was in the Arctic.
Waving arms around the playace. Almost falling off a building, the edge of a cliff. Falling?
my arms were flailing around as i slipped on a patch of ice. My friends laughed at me as i landed on my buttox, while the imitated my flailing gesture. Though they seemed to find this quite amusing, i couldn’t hep but feel slightly peached at them for it severely hurt.
Flailing limbs as you fall down the steep embankment. The car hanging at the top rail, will it or won’t it, the screams as everyone around you realizes at the same moment that it will. The sound as it thunks in to Tom next to you, the realization that what started as a fun one word turned in to true stories from your Grandpa’s life.
I’m not really sure what this means, but i think it has something to do with moving your arms rapidly. so someone would look pretty funny if they were “faliling” their arms quickly without reason. although there could be a reason such as an emergency or something, maybe they can’t speak or are choking.
i was flailing my arms around as i slipped on a patch of ice. My friends laughed at me and started to imitate my flailing gestures, having a good time at my expense. Little did they know that i had found no humor in the situation and that the flailing had actually caused me to hurt my arm.
Flailing in water, drowning, flailing in life, struggling, I’m not struggling, I’m not doing anything, maybe I’m flailing in my options, in my future, I don’t know what to do next, but it doesn’t matter to me, I have so many things i can do, what if I don’t want to do anything? its like I need to peel of a layer off skin, get to the new stuff, I’m stale, I want someone to notice me but not while I’m stale.
Gasping for air, she looked to the surface. The light filtered through the particles in the water, through that terrible greenish blue hued dihydrogen monoxide suffocating her from the inside out.
Flailing, as in falling. losing control of your bodys movements and letting the world around you decide where you should be. To flail is to just be. In a crazy way.
Flailing is what people do when they’ve lost the ability to connect.
They’ll grasp for words, but none will be of consolation.
They’ll try their best and do their worst.
For their efforts: anger and confusion. Such is their curse.
today, i fell down the stairs. arms flailing, my mouth gaping wide open as i let out a cry that was more surprised than shocked. i landed hopelessly unfortunate on my hipbone and the pain jolting from the core of my body to my brain send my mind flailing.
What an odd word. I mean how often do you see the word flailing about outside of a book? I never hear anyone say, he was flailing and of course flailing must be with about. No one just flails does one? Interesting about that isn’t it. So I would say today I will have to look more into this flailing word.
the duck was flailing across the pond. unfortunately he flailed so much that he attracted a crocodile and almost got eaten. happily another bigger duck scared him away and was pushed to safety.
She was flailing in the water, her arms frantically trying to pull her towards the surface. I knew she couldn’t swim; why had I taken her out to the lake? I could swim. Why wasn’t I saving her? I thought that I should be saving her, but I wasn’t. It was much more entertaining to watch her struggle.
An obtrusive, suffocating darkness surrounded her, and she felt like falling and falling, and there was nothing to stop her fall. She trashed around, limbs desperatly flailing, looking for something to hold on, anything!, but there was nothing. She was falling and falling, and no one could save her. She was beyond help. The ground, pitch black like everything else, was nearer and nearer. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the terrible, lethal impact that was to come, screaming, praying, crying…and she woke up with a start.
Just a nightmare. Again.
I spent all my time flailing around on that beach choking on sea water and thinking about how much puking would suck. What it came down to though was I never did. Now I like to think I’m incredible because in that one moment I was with the girl I’ve seen twice a day every
I saw a fish flailing on the beach. it was a very sad fish. it missed its mother, who had been eaten by a shark three days before. the shark was happy because he was very hungry until he found the little fish. now the shark is on his way to find a seal to eat. the fish was not large enough to fill his belly
Es ist ganz leicht. Du hast zwar das Gefühl, deinen Körper nicht mehr unter Kontrolle zu haben, dass deine Arme und Beine hierhin und dorthin flattern, sich verknoten, mit dem Wind in höhere Lagen getragen werden. Aber lass dich einfach darauf ein, du wirst anders sein, hinterher, flexibler irgendwie und ein neuer Mensch.
My arms were flailing behind me as gusts of wind blew in my face. I tried to grab the pole beside me for support, but it slipped through my damp and calloused fingertips. My head turned from side to side, searching for the faint outline of anyone that could possibly be shielded by the crumbling buildings that lay a couple metres ahead of me. I crouch down and try to crawl toward the beckoning warm shelter.
i have no idea what-so-ever what flailing means but i am listening to Nicki Minaj and half the words she says doesn’t make sense to me. or half the world. anyway, no school today so i’m gonna be lazy and stay in my pajamas:) time’s up! Byee!
Arms flail, but it’s also a medieval weapon I think…yes, it goes with a mace. It is used to describe when something is out of control, but is also a weapon – something that, I would hope, is always in control. Perhaps not in control, but something that is under control.
i’m falling, falling, my arms circlings around me, unable to control myself. i’m losing myself. i’m losing control. everything is a blur, the people spin around me. i can’t stop. nothing is as it was. i’m falling, falling, my head spinning, my emotions a whirlwind. i can’t keep on like this, i can’t keep going like this. i need something, i need help.
The cliff was much higher than he’d anticipated. I mean, everything was a different perspective when you were falling off of it, but hey, it had been a challenge worth taking, right? The moment he hit the water, he’d be immortalized in the minds of the other kids forever.
He just wished he looked more like a swan and less like a squawking duck.
They had her pinned up against the wall, but her legs were still kicking wildly at her kidnappers. It was dark, and she knew all too well that she was outnumbered. But still, she tried. And she tried.