I had half the money to get me there, to the concert that is. To make it til next paycheck I had no choice but to live frugally until the pretty green made its way back to me.
Half? What is half? Is half good enough? When is half ever good enough. You have half a cookie. Darn it. I didn’t want my sister to have the other half. I never wanted to share MY half. But, what if half wasn’t a thing? What if it was a feeling? Half of grief. Half of turmoil? Half the depression?
Half and half coffee creamer still sits in the back of my tea cupboard. I have it just incase you’ll reappear one winter morning wanting something to put in your coffee. I have it just incase I find a way to go back to Christmas five years ago when all of our presents were wrapped with newspapers that we stole from the dollar store.
Half the times I expressed him my concerns, he didn’t pay attention to me. As if it didn’t matter. No attention. None at all. After years of this continuing problem, I made up my mind: I’d take half of his things
Half of me screams and cries, while the other lays down and simply dies. What can I say to show how I feel, if I’m spinning round and round like a churning wheel. My expression turns to one of fear and the thumping of my heart is all I hear. Why was the glass half empty, and not full as it should be? Others would say it was half full, but it never would be to me.
half life is a nuclear function, my spelling, but love is two halfs made one, or two wholes melted to gether, such a hippy, how do you do this without feeling judgement and time moves on if half is insuficent, think half full, positive is good for you.
Half. Half empty or half full? What is it to you? Half-heartily you can spend hours trying to figure out where you are. You might even be half way on both sides.
“I cannot find it,” she said. And when I asked her what she was talking about, she shook her head and then walked away. But before she left, I heard her whisper, “the other half.”
you fill me up and maybe I’m just crazy and making it all up in my head, but I don’t think I am. It feels right, like we’re waiting for each other, but maybe I’m wrong….you can very well be someone elses half, maybe you’ll go share a sandwich with someone else, another beautiful lady ready to sweep you off your feet
I was halfway down the drive before I started to cry. I certainly thought I would have broken much sooner. I was so scared for her to leave. Half of me wanted to keep her forever, half of me wished she’d have never come. Just for the sake of not leaving me more than half broken hearted.
in the place of half try putting a quarter which is half of a half if you keep halving halves eventually there will nothing it would seem and you cannot half any longer, however hypothetically speaking you cannot ever reach nothingness….
half of an orange, mi media naranja…la otra mitad de mi vida, want half of my sandwich? We can share everything, anything, you can have half of all I ever have. With you half is enough to fill me up!
I am a part of this. It is a part of me. I can not be complete without it and it can not be complete without me. Take it away and all hope is lost. There are only two halves of me and it needs me as much as I need it.
What life is what time is what an apple is empty half full leg body mind sound ass day I’m not sure what to make of this but it’s apparent I need exerci
A half jug of milk sat on the old dusty table for four years before I even noticed it was there. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to live. But who’s to say whether this is living or not? I’m alive, but I certainly feel like I’m falling short of living.
Half. Half is better than nothing. How we see things is decided by how we see ‘half’ I guess….
The saying anout glass being half full or half empty is an example. I love half. Because there’s so many possibilities to fill up the other half. Or just to keep it that way.
Half of the carton of milk is gone.
Half of my bank account is more than exhausted.
Half of my life has come and passed.
But I’ve had far worse problems than this.
Half of my life is yet to be lived.
Half of my bank account is there to grow.
And I can always buy more milk.
When it comes to you, sometimes half of me is depressed about loving you, and the other half is is excited as ever to be in love specifically with you. But there’s another part of me, excuse my math, since two halves make a whole, that is bigger than both than both those halves, that feels…absolutely out of my mind insane to be in such a love with you.
There was a lizard on my wall, and now it is not there. I am half scared that it will find its way to my bed during my sleep. and the other half…well the other half is going to be smart and lizard proof her room.
What if it weren’t a glass that were either half full or half empty. What it it were the ocean, or your heart, or your life. Is the ocean half empty or half full? Is you heart…half empty or half full and is your life half empty or half full. When you put it that way, they all seem sad. Because if the ocean, or your heart, or your life is only half full…then I don’t think it matters what you call it. Half Empty of Half Full. You’ve got some filling in to do.
Sie sah wieder in den Spiegel und war sich sicher, dass sie in ihre eigenen Augen schaute. Doch je tiefer sie in ihre Seele blickte, desto größer wurde ihre Angst. Es ist schon ok, sagte sie sich. Das ist ein Teil von dir, nicht mehr und nicht weniger. Er wird irgendwann verschwinden. Genau wie du.
If you can’t remember half of what I said, then were you really listening? Or did you just hear what was important. What mattered. Did you take out the punctuation; commas, periods and apostrophes? Or did you take out the ifs, a’s and the’s. Did you hear half of what I said, but all that really mattered.
Not full lamb buffer is to full half lose weight half milk Oreo half cheese half e,Mott half child half is full if full is small half is little is if half
F is bigg oh an half is half if ful is just normal
“Life means nothing to me anymore,” I say my voice cold. “You can kill me if you want, but I won’t break.”
The deep laugh twisted my gut. Leaning into the light, a man with startling blue eyes slyly grinned. “Oh, Miss Levi, you’ll wish you were dead.”
Half a minute ticks by before he shakes his head and wickedly laughs, “We can do far worse, indeed.”
half of my heart is not in place i feel like i need someone to fill it in. someone who can show me what i need to do in order to feel complete. why can’t half and half be skinny it tastes so good. so ryan is a lot like me. if he liked me back he could totally be my other half. i really like this kid. if he could take me to homecoming id feel whole
Give me half of your time and I promise I’ll make your whole life worth living.
Give me half your heart, and I promise to make it whole again.
I keep my promises so don’t worry, give me all of your trust, not just half of it.
an eye, an ear.
one leg. one arm.
five fingers, five toes.
a knee. an elbow.
all these things whole, yet all these things are half.
Go figure.
I had half the money to get me there, to the concert that is. To make it til next paycheck I had no choice but to live frugally until the pretty green made its way back to me.
Half? What is half? Is half good enough? When is half ever good enough. You have half a cookie. Darn it. I didn’t want my sister to have the other half. I never wanted to share MY half. But, what if half wasn’t a thing? What if it was a feeling? Half of grief. Half of turmoil? Half the depression?
Half, people often say that this word can either be a optimistic word or a pessimistic word, “The glass is half full” or, “the glass is half empty”.
She reached into the bag and laid her fingers on the last chip. She split . it in half and said “here, have half”
Whenever I come onto this website, I hope that the word sparks some bit of inspiration. It always does, but only half the inspirate I hope for.
Half and half coffee creamer still sits in the back of my tea cupboard. I have it just incase you’ll reappear one winter morning wanting something to put in your coffee. I have it just incase I find a way to go back to Christmas five years ago when all of our presents were wrapped with newspapers that we stole from the dollar store.
Half the times I expressed him my concerns, he didn’t pay attention to me. As if it didn’t matter. No attention. None at all. After years of this continuing problem, I made up my mind: I’d take half of his things
Half of me screams and cries, while the other lays down and simply dies. What can I say to show how I feel, if I’m spinning round and round like a churning wheel. My expression turns to one of fear and the thumping of my heart is all I hear. Why was the glass half empty, and not full as it should be? Others would say it was half full, but it never would be to me.
Know you only know half, the rest is perpetual discovery.
half life is a nuclear function, my spelling, but love is two halfs made one, or two wholes melted to gether, such a hippy, how do you do this without feeling judgement and time moves on if half is insuficent, think half full, positive is good for you.
Half. Half empty or half full? What is it to you? Half-heartily you can spend hours trying to figure out where you are. You might even be half way on both sides.
Half a gallon. Half a rainbow. Half a brain. Half a marriage. Half alive. How much is half?
“I cannot find it,” she said. And when I asked her what she was talking about, she shook her head and then walked away. But before she left, I heard her whisper, “the other half.”
Stuck in the middle. Writing does not pour out of me. Half of me is her, half of me isn’t. Why did I pick this path I never meant to take?
you fill me up and maybe I’m just crazy and making it all up in my head, but I don’t think I am. It feels right, like we’re waiting for each other, but maybe I’m wrong….you can very well be someone elses half, maybe you’ll go share a sandwich with someone else, another beautiful lady ready to sweep you off your feet
I was halfway down the drive before I started to cry. I certainly thought I would have broken much sooner. I was so scared for her to leave. Half of me wanted to keep her forever, half of me wished she’d have never come. Just for the sake of not leaving me more than half broken hearted.
in the place of half try putting a quarter which is half of a half if you keep halving halves eventually there will nothing it would seem and you cannot half any longer, however hypothetically speaking you cannot ever reach nothingness….
half of an orange, mi media naranja…la otra mitad de mi vida, want half of my sandwich? We can share everything, anything, you can have half of all I ever have. With you half is enough to fill me up!
I am a part of this. It is a part of me. I can not be complete without it and it can not be complete without me. Take it away and all hope is lost. There are only two halves of me and it needs me as much as I need it.
What life is what time is what an apple is empty half full leg body mind sound ass day I’m not sure what to make of this but it’s apparent I need exerci
A half jug of milk sat on the old dusty table for four years before I even noticed it was there. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to live. But who’s to say whether this is living or not? I’m alive, but I certainly feel like I’m falling short of living.
Half. Half is better than nothing. How we see things is decided by how we see ‘half’ I guess….
The saying anout glass being half full or half empty is an example. I love half. Because there’s so many possibilities to fill up the other half. Or just to keep it that way.
Half of the carton of milk is gone.
Half of my bank account is more than exhausted.
Half of my life has come and passed.
But I’ve had far worse problems than this.
Half of my life is yet to be lived.
Half of my bank account is there to grow.
And I can always buy more milk.
When it comes to you, sometimes half of me is depressed about loving you, and the other half is is excited as ever to be in love specifically with you. But there’s another part of me, excuse my math, since two halves make a whole, that is bigger than both than both those halves, that feels…absolutely out of my mind insane to be in such a love with you.
You love me all of the time. Kiss me half of the time, and fail me none of the time.
Half of me misses you terribly and the other half of me misses you happily, because at least I have someone to miss in the first place
FLAH. That’s HALF backwards. I’m running out of ideas for this word man.
There was a lizard on my wall, and now it is not there. I am half scared that it will find its way to my bed during my sleep. and the other half…well the other half is going to be smart and lizard proof her room.
Half and half of a heart
One carried by one
One carried by one
Once they meet
It becomes whole
Another person
Another soul.
What if it weren’t a glass that were either half full or half empty. What it it were the ocean, or your heart, or your life. Is the ocean half empty or half full? Is you heart…half empty or half full and is your life half empty or half full. When you put it that way, they all seem sad. Because if the ocean, or your heart, or your life is only half full…then I don’t think it matters what you call it. Half Empty of Half Full. You’ve got some filling in to do.
Sie sah wieder in den Spiegel und war sich sicher, dass sie in ihre eigenen Augen schaute. Doch je tiefer sie in ihre Seele blickte, desto größer wurde ihre Angst. Es ist schon ok, sagte sie sich. Das ist ein Teil von dir, nicht mehr und nicht weniger. Er wird irgendwann verschwinden. Genau wie du.
If you can’t remember half of what I said, then were you really listening? Or did you just hear what was important. What mattered. Did you take out the punctuation; commas, periods and apostrophes? Or did you take out the ifs, a’s and the’s. Did you hear half of what I said, but all that really mattered.
Not full lamb buffer is to full half lose weight half milk Oreo half cheese half e,Mott half child half is full if full is small half is little is if half
F is bigg oh an half is half if ful is just normal
“Life means nothing to me anymore,” I say my voice cold. “You can kill me if you want, but I won’t break.”
The deep laugh twisted my gut. Leaning into the light, a man with startling blue eyes slyly grinned. “Oh, Miss Levi, you’ll wish you were dead.”
Half a minute ticks by before he shakes his head and wickedly laughs, “We can do far worse, indeed.”
Give me your all as I give you mine. And if your all is to ever dwindle to a half, then mine will dwindle to nothing.
half of my heart is not in place i feel like i need someone to fill it in. someone who can show me what i need to do in order to feel complete. why can’t half and half be skinny it tastes so good. so ryan is a lot like me. if he liked me back he could totally be my other half. i really like this kid. if he could take me to homecoming id feel whole
half a life not complete forever alone, never knowing the whole truth. lost eternally. eternally confused never complete. half way there.
Give me half of your time and I promise I’ll make your whole life worth living.
Give me half your heart, and I promise to make it whole again.
I keep my promises so don’t worry, give me all of your trust, not just half of it.
love is like a potato skin, i ate one today