Half, glass half empty half full! so many questions! What really is half of anything? Do we want half? Do we even know if we want the whole? So much revolves around wanting that the mere utterance of half is startling to some. They act as if they are being cheated.
Half is not a whole, it is only half, without some people you eel like you aren’t whole like they are you other half, it is kinda funny how you start to feel this without any warning or anything because I can’t point the moment I felt it, but its gone now so it doesn’t matter, its a strange thing I don’t know, but whatever Its in the past now so we are done, I am half, you are whole, that’s that.
Half? The game is only half over? Do you know when our reservations are for? We have to be there in half an hour! I certainly hope that you decide to let the darn game go and make sure that we keep those reservations!
So this one guy accidentally split his wife in half during a magic act. She couldn’t pull up the bottom half of her body in time, and couldn’t signal since she had a gag on. She was sawed in half in front of a crowd.
Everyone assumed Cybersix was a robot because she only ate half of the pancakes that were on the table, but what she didn’t know was that Nina had had sex with that table the day before, and there were no plates, which Cybersix should’ve known because she didn’t have a plate because Donavin went on strike. The next day, the pancakes rotted in the sink, so then the sink went on strike.
Alphonse was half armor, half telephone. Edward didn’t like that because he was very confused as to how his brother go to be a telephone. It was all weird and stuff because he would call Moe’s Tavern and a ghost would answer and tell them it was a rhino furry, and then Ed pooped a Philosopher’s Stone.
half is not complete. incomplete means something is missing. something that is missing in my life is contentment. that means i’m incomplete. i’m half of what I can be. will i every be complete? sometimes i’m not so sure. being half a woman makes me lost
you are my other half. i can’t explain it. we are two people who shouldn’t have met. who really shouldn’t love each other like this. if i were to quote the proposal, i’d say, “we’re just two people who weren’t meant to fall in love, but did”.
Half. He’d just have a quick half, he thought, checking his watch. She’d smell it on him, of course, and her lips would purse in that prudent manner he had grown to loathe.
Half of my day I spent in bed
under the sheets. I didn’t
have to worry about anything.
I could fall asleep if I wanted to.
Or I could stay awake and stare
out the window at the sunny skies.
I didn’t waste my time. It was precious
time. It made me appreciate
what it is like to have time.
half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart’s got you, half of my heart has the right mind to tell you that i cant keep loving you, oh with half of my heart
fifty percent, a failing grade, never good enough. half the days i wake up and feel on top the world, half the days i wake up and feel like i’ll never be strong enough. just give me a little more strength, i just want to be better and better, so far i’m never good enough i’m just a victim of my own taste. it’s the milk i drink, the eggs in the crate that belong to me after i split it with my silent roommate. the number of men in my life who have abused me.
In a half of an hour, I have done absolutely nothing productive. The tv is on. I’m clearly on the computer. My phone is right next to me. I have finished all of my homework and studying, yet I feel like I could still do more. So I am procrastinating. That’s a terrible thing to do- procrastinate.
Half, just one part of a whole. How I feel sometimes, without him by my side. When he’s gone, the pieces are in chaos, and the worry begins to set in. Because why live half a life when you can live a whole? I miss him. I’m worried. I want to hold him close, sew the distance back together, and just be whole
Half of a whole.
We are one.
And if I ever forget that
then I will lose myself.
Half of a whole.
A whole being.
Made up of bits that together marry and become happy.
Two parts become whole.
Half and half equals one.
Here we go again.
You’re half of me. And maybe not my best half. Okay, I know that sounds bad. But listen. No, look. (I mean the expression look). You are what I love about myself, but it’s not good for me. I love you, I love candy, and someday I’ll be diabetic. You’re too sweet.
half of the time things do go half as well as we would love to. Half and half is what we put into tea. Fucking half of my friends suck, and I hate to have only half of things. Half of all the people I know are fake. My glass is occasionally half full, and sometimes half empty. Half half half.
There are several things that could be cut in half. My sole is what is the problem now. I can’t see how I will get anywhere with these broken shoes, but I can’t afford anymore. I have to work harder. Maybe if i smile at the customers more.
Half, glass half empty half full! so many questions! What really is half of anything? Do we want half? Do we even know if we want the whole? So much revolves around wanting that the mere utterance of half is startling to some. They act as if they are being cheated.
you are only half with me
we used to be 2 in company
we’re improper now: 1.5
i’m not sure if your still alive
Half is not a whole, it is only half, without some people you eel like you aren’t whole like they are you other half, it is kinda funny how you start to feel this without any warning or anything because I can’t point the moment I felt it, but its gone now so it doesn’t matter, its a strange thing I don’t know, but whatever Its in the past now so we are done, I am half, you are whole, that’s that.
Half? The game is only half over? Do you know when our reservations are for? We have to be there in half an hour! I certainly hope that you decide to let the darn game go and make sure that we keep those reservations!
So this one guy accidentally split his wife in half during a magic act. She couldn’t pull up the bottom half of her body in time, and couldn’t signal since she had a gag on. She was sawed in half in front of a crowd.
Everyone assumed Cybersix was a robot because she only ate half of the pancakes that were on the table, but what she didn’t know was that Nina had had sex with that table the day before, and there were no plates, which Cybersix should’ve known because she didn’t have a plate because Donavin went on strike. The next day, the pancakes rotted in the sink, so then the sink went on strike.
Alphonse was half armor, half telephone. Edward didn’t like that because he was very confused as to how his brother go to be a telephone. It was all weird and stuff because he would call Moe’s Tavern and a ghost would answer and tell them it was a rhino furry, and then Ed pooped a Philosopher’s Stone.
half is not complete. incomplete means something is missing. something that is missing in my life is contentment. that means i’m incomplete. i’m half of what I can be. will i every be complete? sometimes i’m not so sure. being half a woman makes me lost
Today we want to do sport,half classrum want do play fotball and the other play Basketball.
Today want we do sport,half classrum want do play fotball and the ather play korgen
not all, not hole, 50% of something.
not whole. 50%. two things.
50%, not one thing, two things
not hole kid man not onehundred percent 50%
When something ain’t whole
Half of me love working and half love to be free. I cannot decide, sometimes, if the glass is half full or half empty
I only have half of 120 seconds to express myself completely. Life is a speed ball rolling aleast I am still alive.
you are my other half. i can’t explain it. we are two people who shouldn’t have met. who really shouldn’t love each other like this. if i were to quote the proposal, i’d say, “we’re just two people who weren’t meant to fall in love, but did”.
half of whats me is you
Half. He’d just have a quick half, he thought, checking his watch. She’d smell it on him, of course, and her lips would purse in that prudent manner he had grown to loathe.
Half of my day I spent in bed
under the sheets. I didn’t
have to worry about anything.
I could fall asleep if I wanted to.
Or I could stay awake and stare
out the window at the sunny skies.
I didn’t waste my time. It was precious
time. It made me appreciate
what it is like to have time.
half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart’s got you, half of my heart has the right mind to tell you that i cant keep loving you, oh with half of my heart
– taylor swift ft. john meyer
half a moon. half a dollar. half a heart. half-assed relationship. half way to a new one. confused? half asleep. half alive.
fifty percent, a failing grade, never good enough. half the days i wake up and feel on top the world, half the days i wake up and feel like i’ll never be strong enough. just give me a little more strength, i just want to be better and better, so far i’m never good enough i’m just a victim of my own taste. it’s the milk i drink, the eggs in the crate that belong to me after i split it with my silent roommate. the number of men in my life who have abused me.
half us two that make one. weddings riff on this theme forever.
weddings suck
Half- not full. 50 percent of ones self. Not all, but half. not a majority nor minority. Not fully all but some, Optimism., Pessisism. You choose.
In a half of an hour, I have done absolutely nothing productive. The tv is on. I’m clearly on the computer. My phone is right next to me. I have finished all of my homework and studying, yet I feel like I could still do more. So I am procrastinating. That’s a terrible thing to do- procrastinate.
half empty or half full waves of water in the glass, transparent, cool, life giving, essential
Farther from the center
Neater than a line
The world is always spinning
So long as I’ve got mine
The other half is sober
The other half is fair
My name is left in ashes
Flecks floating in the air
Half, just one part of a whole. How I feel sometimes, without him by my side. When he’s gone, the pieces are in chaos, and the worry begins to set in. Because why live half a life when you can live a whole? I miss him. I’m worried. I want to hold him close, sew the distance back together, and just be whole
But I’m only a half.
half. not complete, not completely incomplete…
I feel your heart, beating half as fast as mine. why aren’t you nervous? why am i the one with goosebumps?
half
dont ask where is your other half; you by yourself are one. add in one other person into your life, the two become one. this is where 1 + 1 = 1
I like the half of a sandwich, the half of a bed, the half of my heart that belongs to you, the other half you have already crushed it.
Half of a whole.
We are one.
And if I ever forget that
then I will lose myself.
Half of a whole.
A whole being.
Made up of bits that together marry and become happy.
Two parts become whole.
Half and half equals one.
Here we go again.
Half the time I’m not
The other times I won’t
Moments in between aren’t so fleeting
as to be forgotten
You’re half of me. And maybe not my best half. Okay, I know that sounds bad. But listen. No, look. (I mean the expression look). You are what I love about myself, but it’s not good for me. I love you, I love candy, and someday I’ll be diabetic. You’re too sweet.
half of the time things do go half as well as we would love to. Half and half is what we put into tea. Fucking half of my friends suck, and I hate to have only half of things. Half of all the people I know are fake. My glass is occasionally half full, and sometimes half empty. Half half half.
Staring at the blank screen, hoping for words to flow independently. I know that this time half-effort is not quite good enough.
There are several things that could be cut in half. My sole is what is the problem now. I can’t see how I will get anywhere with these broken shoes, but I can’t afford anymore. I have to work harder. Maybe if i smile at the customers more.