habits come and go but some stick, like you. you stick hard. you’re a habit i can’t break. and i can’t tell if that upsets me or really is just a self fulfilling prophecy. i recently started smoking, a habit i’d like to break. I’ll always be a dorky reader. a habit that stuck. But you. I didn’t choose you. But you stuck.
She walked with her head held high, a poise many felt unbecoming of her considering her chosen profession. Smiling graciously, she watched the young boy drop a few coins into the small kettle and then blessed him in the Lord’s name. More people were enticed to drop spare change by her habit and persistent bell ringing.
i have habits and limits to exceed
in this time and life i find i need
this addiction no description leave it to me i plead
but then i find i mind my time and have no room for greed
so i stop and think a minute while i watch the life bleed
everything is everything nothing supersedes
Habits come and go, it was a well known fact of life, but what caught Angela off guard was when Deviant absentmindedly began to doodle on a piece of paper one day. After inquiring Chyme about it, Angela came to learn that on the rare occasions Deviant let her mind wander, her repressed childhood habits would come through.
That was all to say about Billy – his bad habits just started to overwhelm him. Whether it be his smoking habits, or his gaming habits, he was finally realizing that he couldn’t hold it any more, that his life was collapsing around him.
But he went back, once again, to the things that would one day destroy him.
habits come and go but some stick, like you. you stick hard. you’re a habit i can’t break. and i can’t tell if that upsets me or really is just a self ful fill ing prophecy. i recently started smok ing, a habit i’d like to break. I’ll always be a dorky reader. a habit that stuck. But you. I didn’t choose you. But you stuck.
I find that most people i know have a wide range of habits, which is of course normal within itself. However I have found that most habits, mine in particular, are bad habits, destructive and mean. I have lived my life chasing them away, but all I have found is more indulgences in which to revel.
the habit of painting is good. very very nice. i like painting. it is good. yes. i like it. meow. <3 that shit. ex oh. Gossip girl. luff chew. xx0x0x0x00xox0x0xx0x0x0 ex oh.
I pull the flesh off my hands and arms, and rip the skin from my back. It’s probably not healthy, but it’s a nervous compulsion that I just can’t help.
I just got this word, and it wouldn’t let me type. That’s like taking candy from a baby, except only after letting the baby unwrap the candy, after the baby has prepared and gotten so excited, and then taking away the candy centimeter’s from his mouth. I was going to write a haiku about the word habit, but now I’ve ended writing about babies and candy instead.
I have a lot of habits, but then when I think about it, I have a hard time pinpointing what they are. I chew my nails, that’s a bad habit I guess. I also check the time alot. Bad or not? I’m not sure. It makes me punctual though. Very much so.
Depression had become a habit of his. He was forgetting how to live. He was diving deeper into the dark, overwleming state in his mind, sinking into it like a thorny death bed. And I write deathbed, because that was what it was going to be.
I couldn’t believe I’d done it again. I was so horrible at this. I always screw it up. It’s not my fault, I always tell myself. But I know it is. This habit is so hard to break, an endless string of one-night stands and meaningless orgies. I couldn’t continue my life this way. No, no one truly could.
god doesn’t fucking exist
like seriously
in the bible, it says god met human beings and all thousands of years ago, but now that bastard doesn’t even wanna talk to us
so i dont think he exists.
smoking has always been my bad, but the most enjoyable habit… I simply never seem to be able to quit. Not because I am addicted, but because I am enjoying it so much.
He had a habit that was hard to break. He had been through breakups before, but this time was different. To him, she was like some undeniable elixer of time-consuming devotion.
sadness has become a habit with me. i forget joy, i forget to see the light and the gentleness and the beauty. i miss the balance. i don’t wish to banish the dark, the pain. it is as beautiful in its own way as all the bright, happy things, but i am sick of dwelling on only one side of the vision, only one side of the world/
i have a habit of biting my nails. as well as other things that bother me. i have a habit of letting people get in my way. i have a habit of wasting time, ruining good things, and holding on to the bad. i have a habit of sitting around and being lazy. i have a habit of wasting time and letting go.
It was a habit, he supposed, but it had become so imbedded in his daily routine that it had almost become a lifestyle choice. But that couldn’t be a bad thing. People didn’t care about electricity enough these days, and he had always liked to keep his personal life secret. Hidden away in the dark.
It was a habit. I woke up, looked in the mirror and picked something. Something I wanted nothing more to change. But, instead of hating myself over it, I would tell myself over and over that I loved it. Soon, I couldn’t find anything. I love myself now. All because of my habit.
I have a habit of doing things that society doesn’t approve of. I come over to my enemies houses and give them a frame bang. It’s where I slip into their wives real quick. Now they cheated. None of this rape bullshit. I yell surprise right before so it’s cool. Then my enemies are all pissed off and I frame someone like Ben Rapelisburger by wearing his jersey.
A dangerous thing, that destroys lives and neglects to create new ones. It gradually diminishes resources and stifles a person’s life with an addiction. A pure evil.
We all form habits when we are young. Habits that will stick with us forever. We have no control over that. They follow us around – good or bad. They do not break. Hearts and spirits and tea cups break, but habits do not. So we do our best to make ones we would not break if we could.
I didn’t know that the word to write about, in this case “habit” changes only once a day. I thought it changes every time you log in. But I guess not. It changes only once a day.
The line of thinking that my mind was taking was making me anxious. As was my habit at times like this, I went into a nearby bar (funny how everything was unlocked) and poured myself a drink. Then several more.
That’s when I found something to add to my panic: no matter how much I drank… I was still totally sober.
He’s got a habit of not paying attention to me. Not paying attention to my needs. Telling me I did something bad, telling me my emotions are bad. And my counter was to sit and let him say that. But no, why should I? I will not be his whooping girl. I will not let him control how I feel anymore.
something you do on a regular basis. some are good some are bad but they all become an integral part of your daily routine.
some of my bad habits have included smoking
some of my good habits include exercising
I need to make it a habit to write
they made a habit of taking this particular bus. they liked its coloring, blue and white (and in a very orderly pattern). they like the way the seats were lined up, very efficient, you know? they especially enjoyed the “puff puff” that this bus emitted when it started moving after a stop – it was slightly different, just a bit off beat. a three over four rhythm rather than four over four. they took this bus on mondays, wednesdays and fridays. sundays too, if they had to go to the shop.
stuntin is a habit, get like me. not really. habits are bad, especially the drug and lust kind. the habit of lusting after people that you cant have is destructive and not enjoyable. if only we all could see what bad things habits bring us….it hurts to see him, and it hurts more to know that i dont love him the way that i used to
Habit, theres is no way that someone dosent have one. Wether bitin your nails or drnking alchohol everyone induldges in their deepest darkest habits for their deepest darkest reasons. A release. From what no one knows but you and t
something that one must form over time. they are difficult to break. some habits are undesirable by many and are scrutinized, therefore they must be broken by forming a new habit. they can add structure to one’s life, if the habit is beneficial.
i have many bad habits. no one ever focuses on what their good habits are; the things that make them decent, productive people… we’re always thinking about what pulls us back, and keeps us down. i guess that’s just another bad habit of human kind. i’m especially hard on myself about my bad habits, but that’s the way i like it. it keeps me grounded, and helps me work toward constantly improving.
i wish i had healthy habits. to drink a glass of water in the morning. to stretch. to walk more places. to hug those i love more. to listen better. i would like to improve. but i am just me. no more no less. usually.
I have a habit of being a jerk when people try to make me feel better. Thus making me the worst kind of person. Someone who lies about friendship. Friends trust one another, why don’t I trust my friends?
Habit. It’s the things we do. It’s the places we go. It’s in the people we see.
It can be found in our angels, as well as our demons.
It’s who we are, it’s where we’re from. It shapes who we will be.
We are all creatures of habit.
By L URL on 11.21.2010
The channels are broken into chaotic streams scattered before you in a pitiful manner, begging for you to realize your idiocy.
By Will Creates URL on 11.21.2010
habits come and go but some stick, like you. you stick hard. you’re a habit i can’t break. and i can’t tell if that upsets me or really is just a self fulfilling prophecy. i recently started smoking, a habit i’d like to break. I’ll always be a dorky reader. a habit that stuck. But you. I didn’t choose you. But you stuck.
By Jessica URL on 11.21.2010
She walked with her head held high, a poise many felt unbecoming of her considering her chosen profession. Smiling graciously, she watched the young boy drop a few coins into the small kettle and then blessed him in the Lord’s name. More people were enticed to drop spare change by her habit and persistent bell ringing.
By Heather URL on 11.21.2010
i have habits and limits to exceed
in this time and life i find i need
this addiction no description leave it to me i plead
but then i find i mind my time and have no room for greed
so i stop and think a minute while i watch the life bleed
everything is everything nothing supersedes
By Real Artistic Poet on 11.21.2010
Habits come and go, it was a well known fact of life, but what caught Angela off guard was when Deviant absentmindedly began to doodle on a piece of paper one day. After inquiring Chyme about it, Angela came to learn that on the rare occasions Deviant let her mind wander, her repressed childhood habits would come through.
By Ninja URL on 11.21.2010
It was getting to him.
That was all to say about Billy – his bad habits just started to overwhelm him. Whether it be his smoking habits, or his gaming habits, he was finally realizing that he couldn’t hold it any more, that his life was collapsing around him.
But he went back, once again, to the things that would one day destroy him.
By Barry Fung on 11.21.2010
habits come and go but some stick, like you. you stick hard. you’re a habit i can’t break. and i can’t tell if that upsets me or really is just a self ful fill ing prophecy. i recently started smok ing, a habit i’d like to break. I’ll always be a dorky reader. a habit that stuck. But you. I didn’t choose you. But you stuck.
By Jessica Speaks URL on 11.21.2010
I find that most people i know have a wide range of habits, which is of course normal within itself. However I have found that most habits, mine in particular, are bad habits, destructive and mean. I have lived my life chasing them away, but all I have found is more indulgences in which to revel.
By juncoson URL on 11.21.2010
the habit of painting is good. very very nice. i like painting. it is good. yes. i like it. meow. <3 that shit. ex oh. Gossip girl. luff chew. xx0x0x0x00xox0x0xx0x0x0 ex oh.
By ashleigh rhodes on 11.21.2010
The Nun would walk through the town every day at the same time, always wearing her habit which looked freshly pressed with not a wrinkle in sight.
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 11.21.2010
I pull the flesh off my hands and arms, and rip the skin from my back. It’s probably not healthy, but it’s a nervous compulsion that I just can’t help.
By Lynx-182 on 11.21.2010
I just got this word, and it wouldn’t let me type. That’s like taking candy from a baby, except only after letting the baby unwrap the candy, after the baby has prepared and gotten so excited, and then taking away the candy centimeter’s from his mouth. I was going to write a haiku about the word habit, but now I’ve ended writing about babies and candy instead.
By Isabel on 11.21.2010
I have a lot of habits, but then when I think about it, I have a hard time pinpointing what they are. I chew my nails, that’s a bad habit I guess. I also check the time alot. Bad or not? I’m not sure. It makes me punctual though. Very much so.
By mary on 11.21.2010
Depression had become a habit of his. He was forgetting how to live. He was diving deeper into the dark, overwleming state in his mind, sinking into it like a thorny death bed. And I write deathbed, because that was what it was going to be.
By Lizza URL on 11.21.2010
I couldn’t believe I’d done it again. I was so horrible at this. I always screw it up. It’s not my fault, I always tell myself. But I know it is. This habit is so hard to break, an endless string of one-night stands and meaningless orgies. I couldn’t continue my life this way. No, no one truly could.
By Gretchq on 11.21.2010
god doesn’t fucking exist
like seriously
in the bible, it says god met human beings and all thousands of years ago, but now that bastard doesn’t even wanna talk to us
so i dont think he exists.
By cecile on 11.21.2010
smoking has always been my bad, but the most enjoyable habit… I simply never seem to be able to quit. Not because I am addicted, but because I am enjoying it so much.
By gkwrt on 11.21.2010
habit, as a word
looks and sounds quite like hobbit
so much confusion
haikus are useful
let’s make haikus a habit
i will if you do
By Isabel URL on 11.21.2010
He had a habit that was hard to break. He had been through breakups before, but this time was different. To him, she was like some undeniable elixer of time-consuming devotion.
By Clarence Voyant on 11.21.2010
sadness has become a habit with me. i forget joy, i forget to see the light and the gentleness and the beauty. i miss the balance. i don’t wish to banish the dark, the pain. it is as beautiful in its own way as all the bright, happy things, but i am sick of dwelling on only one side of the vision, only one side of the world/
By Rachael URL on 11.21.2010
ashes around your feet
drop the cigarette slyly
no one will see
or notice it was ever there
the scent dissipates
the taste dissolves
your lungs still hurt
they always will.
By Aimee Harrison on 11.21.2010
i have a habit of biting my nails. as well as other things that bother me. i have a habit of letting people get in my way. i have a habit of wasting time, ruining good things, and holding on to the bad. i have a habit of sitting around and being lazy. i have a habit of wasting time and letting go.
By Shelby on 11.21.2010
It was a habit, he supposed, but it had become so imbedded in his daily routine that it had almost become a lifestyle choice. But that couldn’t be a bad thing. People didn’t care about electricity enough these days, and he had always liked to keep his personal life secret. Hidden away in the dark.
By jacqui URL on 11.21.2010
It was a habit. I woke up, looked in the mirror and picked something. Something I wanted nothing more to change. But, instead of hating myself over it, I would tell myself over and over that I loved it. Soon, I couldn’t find anything. I love myself now. All because of my habit.
By Jenna Weaver on 11.21.2010
I have a habit of doing things that society doesn’t approve of. I come over to my enemies houses and give them a frame bang. It’s where I slip into their wives real quick. Now they cheated. None of this rape bullshit. I yell surprise right before so it’s cool. Then my enemies are all pissed off and I frame someone like Ben Rapelisburger by wearing his jersey.
By Pork on 11.21.2010
A dangerous thing, that destroys lives and neglects to create new ones. It gradually diminishes resources and stifles a person’s life with an addiction. A pure evil.
By Jimmy URL on 11.21.2010
We all form habits when we are young. Habits that will stick with us forever. We have no control over that. They follow us around – good or bad. They do not break. Hearts and spirits and tea cups break, but habits do not. So we do our best to make ones we would not break if we could.
By Anna-bell URL on 11.21.2010
I didn’t know that the word to write about, in this case “habit” changes only once a day. I thought it changes every time you log in. But I guess not. It changes only once a day.
By SteveMellow URL on 11.21.2010
The line of thinking that my mind was taking was making me anxious. As was my habit at times like this, I went into a nearby bar (funny how everything was unlocked) and poured myself a drink. Then several more.
That’s when I found something to add to my panic: no matter how much I drank… I was still totally sober.
By mimimanderly URL on 11.21.2010
He’s got a habit of not paying attention to me. Not paying attention to my needs. Telling me I did something bad, telling me my emotions are bad. And my counter was to sit and let him say that. But no, why should I? I will not be his whooping girl. I will not let him control how I feel anymore.
By Andelia URL on 11.21.2010
something you do on a regular basis. some are good some are bad but they all become an integral part of your daily routine.
some of my bad habits have included smoking
some of my good habits include exercising
I need to make it a habit to write
By Becky Logan on 11.21.2010
they made a habit of taking this particular bus. they liked its coloring, blue and white (and in a very orderly pattern). they like the way the seats were lined up, very efficient, you know? they especially enjoyed the “puff puff” that this bus emitted when it started moving after a stop – it was slightly different, just a bit off beat. a three over four rhythm rather than four over four. they took this bus on mondays, wednesdays and fridays. sundays too, if they had to go to the shop.
By Cyrus Politi URL on 11.21.2010
stuntin is a habit, get like me. not really. habits are bad, especially the drug and lust kind. the habit of lusting after people that you cant have is destructive and not enjoyable. if only we all could see what bad things habits bring us….it hurts to see him, and it hurts more to know that i dont love him the way that i used to
By Jesse on 11.21.2010
Habit, theres is no way that someone dosent have one. Wether bitin your nails or drnking alchohol everyone induldges in their deepest darkest habits for their deepest darkest reasons. A release. From what no one knows but you and t
By bunny on 11.21.2010
She really didn’t think of him that much…it wasn’t like he was a bad habit or something? …her husband was just out of town
By ditto on 11.21.2010
something that one must form over time. they are difficult to break. some habits are undesirable by many and are scrutinized, therefore they must be broken by forming a new habit. they can add structure to one’s life, if the habit is beneficial.
By mes1027 URL on 11.21.2010
i have many bad habits. no one ever focuses on what their good habits are; the things that make them decent, productive people… we’re always thinking about what pulls us back, and keeps us down. i guess that’s just another bad habit of human kind. i’m especially hard on myself about my bad habits, but that’s the way i like it. it keeps me grounded, and helps me work toward constantly improving.
By chad b on 11.21.2010
i wish i had healthy habits. to drink a glass of water in the morning. to stretch. to walk more places. to hug those i love more. to listen better. i would like to improve. but i am just me. no more no less. usually.
By kate URL on 11.21.2010
I have a habit of being a jerk when people try to make me feel better. Thus making me the worst kind of person. Someone who lies about friendship. Friends trust one another, why don’t I trust my friends?
By Lucas on 11.21.2010