I have grown these last few years. hat does that phrase mean? Physically? Emotionally? Is it even possible? I am not sure if anyone really grows past a certain part. They just become more of who they have always been.
The stars watch over the children of the night, feeding them their silvery nectar. The light that which nurtures our young, is the very night that poisons the world
i have grown from seeds to tall trees. you have grown from a young lady into a beautiful woman. my my how you have grown. grown ups. when i am a grown up who will i be? will i still be me? when am i considered grown? still growing i guess but my soul feels grown. my soul feels old. blossoming flowers grow. cherry trees, cities, populations… beyond capacity. grow your own. gardens, fruit, picnics…
as she flew away from me,my anger against her began to fester.i looked at my hands;my chest.i seemed to somehow be made of metal flesh.i had grown leaps and bounds.my hands;my chest..all of my body.i hated her.if i caught her…i would kill her.
as she flew away from me,my anger against began to fester.i looked at my hands;my chest.i seemed to somehow be made of metal flesh.i had grown leaps and bounds.my hands;my chest..all of my body.i hated her.if i caught her…i would kill her.
It was interesting to see how she had grown. Not in height, or even age, but just her habits and ways of speaking had changed. Nothing else about her, physically. People could still tell that she was older, more mature.
being grown is terrible. you always want to be grown as a small child, to embrace all the privileges of you parents, of the “grown” world. then you get here. and you want to jump off a cliff. because being grown is also about accepting that no one will care how lost you are.
vegetables are ripe I am not grown
thats impossible
when will i ever be at my best
grown is in me
i decide when i am grown thats not my body that is
me
Children are grown from seeds of a fox. My children are grown from Fox’s seed. It’s incredible, isn’t it? Immaculate, perfect. No wonder I’m happy. He knows, and I know. I love him. He loves me. And I know this. I know this and he knows this. No world would better suffice me. These children haven’t yet existed. They’ve died inside me and on me. All over me.
I have grown up in the past few months. College has made me realize a lot about growing up. Having to go to the doctor by myself, having to get a prescription filled…nothing is done for you anymore once you are in school and frankly, it sucks. I want to be home, and to have my parents there for me. I want to see my sisters and act like an idiot with them. I don’t want to be grown up—not yet.
Grown, oh how you have. Like, holy shit I’m being serious, it’s been like, what… Two years? That’s over two and a half inches per year. You have really grown.
I have never really grown up. I thought one day I would just stumble upon being an adult but it is inevitable. I will die a child. I just want to be 120 years old and die at the hands of her jealous 21 year old boyfriend.
I look back on all the things that I used to believe in and wonder where I went wrong. Where did the innocence go, the virtue and simple faith that I used to know? How did my feelings turn into something so dark, and cold, and disdainful? I wish I could go back to believing in everything, the good in people. To need and love a Superman again.
Doteraz si nevšimol, ako veľmi narástla. A zmenila sa. Dlhé vlasy jej už neodstávali od tela ako zvyčajne, naopak, boli vyhladené a negélované. Ústa mala potreté jemným, perleťovým lakom a dokonca aj nechty na nohách mala ostrihané, narozdiel od minulosti.
She has grown so much in the last few years. She was just a small girl who didn’t know much, or anyone, really. Now she is standing there, head of the class, leader of the pack. I have never been this proud of my little girl, all grown up. Standing in front of a pack, who all judge her for who she is, for what she’s done. She is above all of that and that is what I love about her.
Life is about growing into the complete person you create along the way , by thoughts and actions and principles , to grow is to be in a state of peace and satisfaction , to have an affect on the world by guiding and helping people by simply being , it’s basically arriving home .
I’m all grown up…but never grown up at all. My body ages, yet my mind wants to imagine. Work, authority, children…death. Is it really that good to be grown? To grow up? It stays a mystery; for grown equals future. And what does this future hold?….I am utterly lost in this attemp to see, for I feel blindness taking over….but only because I am grown..
I freaking love lettuce! When I pop out in my garden and see all them heads of lettuce fully grown and ready to eat I get SPRUNG! Woot! Love me some lettuce.
I’ve grown so tall over the past week. My feet stick out over the edge of the bed. When will this end? Only last month I was wearing a petite sized dress.
wow have i grown throughout the years. i used to be small but now i grew! the world looks different because im different! flowers grow too! every living grows… well, almost everything!
When my boy is grown, I suspect he will be a clone of me in most respects. But the one thing all parents wish the most, I hope he will not make the same mistakes or copy my flaws.
I’ve grown. I suppose I’ve always been growing, and I’m not quite done- but I have grown. It wasn’t something I could measure, or keep track of, but now that’s it’s happened, I can’t see how I could’ve missed it.
I have grown so much since I was a baby it is unreal. Like now I don’t fall in love with my English teachers. I also don’t feel the urge to wet the bed. Growth is painful and ugly. sometimes.
i have grown in many different ways over the years. I have grown emotionally…i have also shrunk emotionally. I have grown spiritually. I have grown physically as well but that is the most obvious yet least important type of growth.
Ich bin jetzt groß. Und ich kann tun, was ich will. Ich muss nicht mehr um 7 ins Bett. Ich kann so viel fernsehen, wie ich will. Ich kann essen, worauf ich Lust habe. Ich kann Lust haben, worauf ich Lust haben will. Ich muss der Tante nicht mehr die Hand geben.
Ich werde immer größer, wachse in immer größerem Maße, übertreffe jedes Maß, höre nicht auf zu wachsen. Mein Vater ist bereits ein Wicht, meine Mutter eine Ameise gegenüber meine bahnbrechenden großen Gestalt, die still und groß über sie alle ragt.
This is probably what a lot of people will write about, but by my age I think I’m considered grown up. However, compared to how I view and have always viewed grownups I don’t necessarily think I fit the bill but I do think I have grown a lot in the past 5 years so maybe that’s something, maybe grown doesn’t exist because it implies that you’re done and I don’t think anyone is ever finished growing.
He’s all grown up. I can’t remember how it happened so quickly. Seems like just yesterday that I cried as I watched the audiologist tape all the wires to his head to test his hearing and then turn around so matter-of-factly to tell me he was deaf. Could have knocked me over with a feather.
But he’s all grown up now. And he’s an amazing artist, loving, caring and passionate about his work. He is going to be an awesome husband and father. And he’ll watch his own children become grown up…..
“Uh…” he looked up at the kitten in the courtyard. “I’m pretty sure most of our animals are bred, born, and home-grown here in Achoria… but that? That’s not normal.” The lord backed up into the wall, face startled when he realized there was nowhere to go. “You can fix this, right?!” his head turned to face the younger gentleman.
I’ve grown so much in the past year that it kind of scares me. I’ve lived in a foreign country, improved my third language but I’ve also regressed. I’ve experienced anxiety and add. I never though that I would get to be this bad. Being a grown up kind of blows.
grown. It makes me think of growing up. I’m 24, about to turn 25 in just a few days and I don’t even feel grown up. I’m still a child in many ways. I have a job and more responsibilities, but I thought life was supposed to slow down when you got older. I Feel stressed and all that still. it sucks.
I have grown these last few years. hat does that phrase mean? Physically? Emotionally? Is it even possible? I am not sure if anyone really grows past a certain part. They just become more of who they have always been.
The stars watch over the children of the night, feeding them their silvery nectar. The light that which nurtures our young, is the very night that poisons the world
“Home grown?”
“Only the best.”
The farmer smiled as he turned the vegetables in their boxes.
“I take great care to be all natural with my produce.”
i have grown from seeds to tall trees. you have grown from a young lady into a beautiful woman. my my how you have grown. grown ups. when i am a grown up who will i be? will i still be me? when am i considered grown? still growing i guess but my soul feels grown. my soul feels old. blossoming flowers grow. cherry trees, cities, populations… beyond capacity. grow your own. gardens, fruit, picnics…
as she flew away from me,my anger against her began to fester.i looked at my hands;my chest.i seemed to somehow be made of metal flesh.i had grown leaps and bounds.my hands;my chest..all of my body.i hated her.if i caught her…i would kill her.
as she flew away from me,my anger against began to fester.i looked at my hands;my chest.i seemed to somehow be made of metal flesh.i had grown leaps and bounds.my hands;my chest..all of my body.i hated her.if i caught her…i would kill her.
I’ve grown.
Oh God, no…
I don’t want to get older. I don’t want to leave my mother and my friends. I don’t want everything to change. I don’t want this heaven to end.
It was interesting to see how she had grown. Not in height, or even age, but just her habits and ways of speaking had changed. Nothing else about her, physically. People could still tell that she was older, more mature.
The disease has been following me around. They say it´s not normal and I don´t really know if I know what they mean.
I often think I’m grown. And then I realize how small I really am. My life is just a little sprout in the scheme of this big garden world.
being grown is terrible. you always want to be grown as a small child, to embrace all the privileges of you parents, of the “grown” world. then you get here. and you want to jump off a cliff. because being grown is also about accepting that no one will care how lost you are.
vegetables are ripe I am not grown
thats impossible
when will i ever be at my best
grown is in me
i decide when i am grown thats not my body that is
me
Children are grown from seeds of a fox. My children are grown from Fox’s seed. It’s incredible, isn’t it? Immaculate, perfect. No wonder I’m happy. He knows, and I know. I love him. He loves me. And I know this. I know this and he knows this. No world would better suffice me. These children haven’t yet existed. They’ve died inside me and on me. All over me.
I have grown up in the past few months. College has made me realize a lot about growing up. Having to go to the doctor by myself, having to get a prescription filled…nothing is done for you anymore once you are in school and frankly, it sucks. I want to be home, and to have my parents there for me. I want to see my sisters and act like an idiot with them. I don’t want to be grown up—not yet.
Grown, oh how you have. Like, holy shit I’m being serious, it’s been like, what… Two years? That’s over two and a half inches per year. You have really grown.
I have never really grown up. I thought one day I would just stumble upon being an adult but it is inevitable. I will die a child. I just want to be 120 years old and die at the hands of her jealous 21 year old boyfriend.
I look back on all the things that I used to believe in and wonder where I went wrong. Where did the innocence go, the virtue and simple faith that I used to know? How did my feelings turn into something so dark, and cold, and disdainful? I wish I could go back to believing in everything, the good in people. To need and love a Superman again.
Doteraz si nevšimol, ako veľmi narástla. A zmenila sa. Dlhé vlasy jej už neodstávali od tela ako zvyčajne, naopak, boli vyhladené a negélované. Ústa mala potreté jemným, perleťovým lakom a dokonca aj nechty na nohách mala ostrihané, narozdiel od minulosti.
She has grown so much in the last few years. She was just a small girl who didn’t know much, or anyone, really. Now she is standing there, head of the class, leader of the pack. I have never been this proud of my little girl, all grown up. Standing in front of a pack, who all judge her for who she is, for what she’s done. She is above all of that and that is what I love about her.
Life is about growing into the complete person you create along the way , by thoughts and actions and principles , to grow is to be in a state of peace and satisfaction , to have an affect on the world by guiding and helping people by simply being , it’s basically arriving home .
I’m all grown up…but never grown up at all. My body ages, yet my mind wants to imagine. Work, authority, children…death. Is it really that good to be grown? To grow up? It stays a mystery; for grown equals future. And what does this future hold?….I am utterly lost in this attemp to see, for I feel blindness taking over….but only because I am grown..
I freaking love lettuce! When I pop out in my garden and see all them heads of lettuce fully grown and ready to eat I get SPRUNG! Woot! Love me some lettuce.
Pick’em, wash’em, cut’em up, EAT!
Yeah, lettuce!
I’ve grown so tall over the past week. My feet stick out over the edge of the bed. When will this end? Only last month I was wearing a petite sized dress.
wow have i grown throughout the years. i used to be small but now i grew! the world looks different because im different! flowers grow too! every living grows… well, almost everything!
When my boy is grown, I suspect he will be a clone of me in most respects. But the one thing all parents wish the most, I hope he will not make the same mistakes or copy my flaws.
I’ve grown. I suppose I’ve always been growing, and I’m not quite done- but I have grown. It wasn’t something I could measure, or keep track of, but now that’s it’s happened, I can’t see how I could’ve missed it.
we all thought about life and its meaning. about death and its start. but nothing time. we’ve grown so much. we’ve learned so much.
I have grown so much since I was a baby it is unreal. Like now I don’t fall in love with my English teachers. I also don’t feel the urge to wet the bed. Growth is painful and ugly. sometimes.
i have grown in many different ways over the years. I have grown emotionally…i have also shrunk emotionally. I have grown spiritually. I have grown physically as well but that is the most obvious yet least important type of growth.
Ich bin jetzt groß. Und ich kann tun, was ich will. Ich muss nicht mehr um 7 ins Bett. Ich kann so viel fernsehen, wie ich will. Ich kann essen, worauf ich Lust habe. Ich kann Lust haben, worauf ich Lust haben will. Ich muss der Tante nicht mehr die Hand geben.
Ich werde immer größer, wachse in immer größerem Maße, übertreffe jedes Maß, höre nicht auf zu wachsen. Mein Vater ist bereits ein Wicht, meine Mutter eine Ameise gegenüber meine bahnbrechenden großen Gestalt, die still und groß über sie alle ragt.
This is probably what a lot of people will write about, but by my age I think I’m considered grown up. However, compared to how I view and have always viewed grownups I don’t necessarily think I fit the bill but I do think I have grown a lot in the past 5 years so maybe that’s something, maybe grown doesn’t exist because it implies that you’re done and I don’t think anyone is ever finished growing.
He was a foreign-grown, imported, aged-to-perfection, one-of-a-kind, genuinely good person. And it’s our loss that he’s not here anymore.
the whole life of mine i have grown and grown strong yet weak by the standards of people of the life outside my mind.
He’s all grown up. I can’t remember how it happened so quickly. Seems like just yesterday that I cried as I watched the audiologist tape all the wires to his head to test his hearing and then turn around so matter-of-factly to tell me he was deaf. Could have knocked me over with a feather.
But he’s all grown up now. And he’s an amazing artist, loving, caring and passionate about his work. He is going to be an awesome husband and father. And he’ll watch his own children become grown up…..
sausage
grown
lol
kids
robbie
calculator
deodrant
speaks
williams
halloween
bear
imp
white
eastenders
stick
pen
pencil
water
bottle
“Uh…” he looked up at the kitten in the courtyard. “I’m pretty sure most of our animals are bred, born, and home-grown here in Achoria… but that? That’s not normal.” The lord backed up into the wall, face startled when he realized there was nowhere to go. “You can fix this, right?!” his head turned to face the younger gentleman.
I’ve grown so much in the past year that it kind of scares me. I’ve lived in a foreign country, improved my third language but I’ve also regressed. I’ve experienced anxiety and add. I never though that I would get to be this bad. Being a grown up kind of blows.
One day she’ll be all grown up and I won’t be able to tell her what to do, protect her and keep her safe.
grown. It makes me think of growing up. I’m 24, about to turn 25 in just a few days and I don’t even feel grown up. I’m still a child in many ways. I have a job and more responsibilities, but I thought life was supposed to slow down when you got older. I Feel stressed and all that still. it sucks.