you’re not on my level. a level is what people use to make sure things are straight. having your life be level is vital to your existance and stuff. I don’t know what else to write. Kill me nowwww! level level level level level level level stuff stuff i’m so bored out of my damn mind. someone help meeeeee. Please unicorns eat tacos with meeeeeeeeee. Hahaha how funnny
She was never going to be beaten. She was a whole level above the rest. Number one. On top. It was all there for her. Until he arrived. And then it was all downhill from there. She fell….madly in love with him. And there was nothing she could do. Now he was a level above her. A level she could never reach.
Level playing field. There isn’t such a thing. The people in control of the money know that and know that it’s a sad but cruel joke on the rest of us. Level? no.
She grabbed my chin and yanked my face level with hers. Fire blazed from the very depths of her dark eyes. She spoke to me, her voice sharp in the quiet night air. “It’s time.”
Level 1. Level 2. Level 3. As the elevator kept going up, my tension gets higher. I’m about to go to a job interview and I’m extremely nervous. Am I capable to work at a high running business? Will I finally experience life of an adult? It’s a dream really…but I hope the dream will be a good one.
This was a whole new level. No one had ever been here before. What was she going to do? She had no cheat codes, no companions, no special equipment. It was just her and this planet. This whole planet in which to live. Outside of the game. This was…life.
Level headed. That was her. She never lost her cool. Not when he cheated on her. Not when she couldn’t pay the bills with her crappy job. She stayed level. Level headed. That was all she had going for her.
Climbing higher and higher, or deeper and deeper, the level is the covering for the deepest issues in our lives, or the highest goals we can achieve. We can be great as we uncover each secret that is blocking the way.
Get on my level! That’s the first thing that came to mind. Lol, I don’t really like it when people say that. What’s the point? Hahaha. It’s pretty much just saying that you’re better than someone else. And usually for something stupid. But I mean, whatever floats your boat. So I guess to everyone out there. GET ON MY LEVEL!
The level was hard to get to, though the car was fast enough. But no car could get him past the gate of FATE. FATE, as it had been called, allowed no car to get through, so he must walk to get through it. But walk, he could not do.
Headed without a level unlimited thoughts saved for wisdom to savor, mind acts as the savior and our voice as the vessel , speak at a high peak That’s my level,
The most boring things in the world are flat and have no curve to them. Like skeletons that are seen as models to others, or the need for a flat space to park cars that fit five but are only driven by one. I don’t want level, I don’t need level. I need hills and mountains, cliffs and canyons. Level is starvation, curves is beautification.
Games have levels and you have to beat each level in order to continue on. Each level can and is usually different unless there is a reason for it to look the same. We had to do this write non stop exercise in my creative writing class. It got boring after doing it every day for 4 months.
It’s never been a level playing field. not here. not there. not for me . not for you. we all have our hills and valleys. and even the carpenters level can’t smooth the roller coaster ride that is life.
im on my level wit da drank,
mixed henny wit bud ice,
dis gonna be a fun night,
model bitches fightin off novice niggas,
superior toungue skills,
not to mention, my wallets bigger than lots of midgets stuck in a big wheel
im ignant wen i start spittin,
i be handlin dis,
plus i got box game, like fight night champions bitch
nd if you push my buttons,
i’ll red ring of doom ya eyes cousin,
get choked wit ya Halo,
till you Fallout,
nd wen u open yo eyes, expect to get stabbed n da side,
plus a 2 piece,
thats wat you get, you not man enough to answer your Call of Duty
im on the 1st level of mario 64. ive owned this level year after year but today, it’s a struggle. i don’t know if my hop is off or the goombas looks mighty fierce today, but the power is not in me.
We all think that we are standing on common, even ground. The truth is, the world is not that level. There are jagged, rocky edges. There are some people in this world that have to live without clean water, people who live in war-torn countries, while I sit in my air-conditioned living room, where the world is calm, my belly is full, and my water is clear.
what level are you?
what level is he?
why am I this level?
how do I get to the next level?
what is the average level?
is it getting easier for the children to reach the higher levels?
can you ask that of a low-level child?
how are you catering to the top-levels?
*CLUE: it’s all subjective, and we’re all PEOPLE not numbers, dammit
And that’s all they know you as, even though all you want is to talk to them, to be with them, to make friends with those nameless, faceless strangers. But you don’t know how, you don’t know how to make them laugh and smile.
(and they have left you alone, alone as ever)
But one day, she came into your life, and she did not judge.
i want to be even, steady and strong. but i keep leaning one way or another. where is my happy medium? why can’t i just get level. straight and sober compared to tipsy and drunk. just sounds more fun.
Level 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. He arrived. He would find her on the fifth floor. He knew it. He had to. He turned left, wondering if he should go right. Took three steps and stopped.
The level I want to be at with someone, has only be achieved…. and that was ruined as soon as they were not feeling it.
I hate being alone and waiting and wanting, but sometime that happens.
My friend just walked in with a neon-yellow shirt on, and brought clothing to a whole new level.
the sidewalk was bumpy. one step to the next was not easy, people tripped more often than they were able to walk smoothly. The poorly lain cement jutted out at strange angles. The cracks between slabs created veritable steps.
this makes me think of video games immediately. I don’t play a lot of games that require you to pass levels, but I’ve certainly thought of the dungeons in zelda as if they’re levels, since each one leaves you stronger. This is an interesting writing exercise and I like it.
So I saw your boyfriend yesterday. He smacked my butt so I smacked him with a level – the construction kind, not the building kind – and he cried. He sounded like a goat.
I have reached a new level of love for my family. Even when times are tough, the best in all of us comes to the fore. I love them more than anything else in this world. I don’t always like them, but the love I feel for them is beyond compare. We are many, yet we are one.
highest levels fall to the cycle of fright and fetch me whatever I ask for. they sought themselves a happy ending by friending the most likely for success and in the meantime forgot the bubbly that made the level work.
He was level on the level, my grand father. A carpenter, he worked for himself the better part of his 98 years finally retiring to a life of reading and smoking on my grand mother’s back porch. When he died, everyone said – “Well done!”
He was on the level. He shared his heart, regardless of who it hurt. Did his purging help? Well, he didn’t care, because he was an open book, a book that nobody would want to read. So I guess he was like an audio-boo, you know, the kind that you can just sit listening to without even trying (OK, Bulwer-Lytton, give me my prize!–LOL)
He leveled up.
The next level was harder. One more step to the game. People had dreamed of getting as far as he did. But many had died in the level before. Trying to get to the next level. He stared out to space as he saw approaching a face. His opponent.
people tell me all the time that I am level headed, that I have a good head on my shoulders and that I am steady. If only they could get into my head, I am depressed and lonely, hopeful and uneasy
my level of happiness today. mid level. i want pottermore. i want a day of nothing. i want to just play piano. read. not fight. peace not war. peach not war too. i dont want to do anything. will somebody give me a level up?
She really new how to speak to me on the level. I was unprepared for such a qualified and knowing, experienced teacher to be so genuinely interested in me. So egalitarian, so caring. Far from “up herself” as she could be.
Level it’s on the games. If you pass a level you go to another one which is harder to pass.
you’re not on my level. a level is what people use to make sure things are straight. having your life be level is vital to your existance and stuff. I don’t know what else to write. Kill me nowwww! level level level level level level level stuff stuff i’m so bored out of my damn mind. someone help meeeeee. Please unicorns eat tacos with meeeeeeeeee. Hahaha how funnny
She was never going to be beaten. She was a whole level above the rest. Number one. On top. It was all there for her. Until he arrived. And then it was all downhill from there. She fell….madly in love with him. And there was nothing she could do. Now he was a level above her. A level she could never reach.
Level playing field. There isn’t such a thing. The people in control of the money know that and know that it’s a sad but cruel joke on the rest of us. Level? no.
She grabbed my chin and yanked my face level with hers. Fire blazed from the very depths of her dark eyes. She spoke to me, her voice sharp in the quiet night air. “It’s time.”
Level 1. Level 2. Level 3. As the elevator kept going up, my tension gets higher. I’m about to go to a job interview and I’m extremely nervous. Am I capable to work at a high running business? Will I finally experience life of an adult? It’s a dream really…but I hope the dream will be a good one.
This was a whole new level. No one had ever been here before. What was she going to do? She had no cheat codes, no companions, no special equipment. It was just her and this planet. This whole planet in which to live. Outside of the game. This was…life.
Level headed. That was her. She never lost her cool. Not when he cheated on her. Not when she couldn’t pay the bills with her crappy job. She stayed level. Level headed. That was all she had going for her.
Climbing higher and higher, or deeper and deeper, the level is the covering for the deepest issues in our lives, or the highest goals we can achieve. We can be great as we uncover each secret that is blocking the way.
i’ll level with you: this fucking sucks. i don’t get it. try to see from my point of view. i did one for you, now you do one for me.
it sure has been a while
Get on my level! That’s the first thing that came to mind. Lol, I don’t really like it when people say that. What’s the point? Hahaha. It’s pretty much just saying that you’re better than someone else. And usually for something stupid. But I mean, whatever floats your boat. So I guess to everyone out there. GET ON MY LEVEL!
The level was hard to get to, though the car was fast enough. But no car could get him past the gate of FATE. FATE, as it had been called, allowed no car to get through, so he must walk to get through it. But walk, he could not do.
Headed without a level unlimited thoughts saved for wisdom to savor, mind acts as the savior and our voice as the vessel , speak at a high peak That’s my level,
The most boring things in the world are flat and have no curve to them. Like skeletons that are seen as models to others, or the need for a flat space to park cars that fit five but are only driven by one. I don’t want level, I don’t need level. I need hills and mountains, cliffs and canyons. Level is starvation, curves is beautification.
i always feels as if
the level
where my friends sit
is
way
higher
than where
i
reside.
growing up (
down )
is tra g i c.
Games have levels and you have to beat each level in order to continue on. Each level can and is usually different unless there is a reason for it to look the same. We had to do this write non stop exercise in my creative writing class. It got boring after doing it every day for 4 months.
It’s never been a level playing field. not here. not there. not for me . not for you. we all have our hills and valleys. and even the carpenters level can’t smooth the roller coaster ride that is life.
im on my level wit da drank,
mixed henny wit bud ice,
dis gonna be a fun night,
model bitches fightin off novice niggas,
superior toungue skills,
not to mention, my wallets bigger than lots of midgets stuck in a big wheel
im ignant wen i start spittin,
i be handlin dis,
plus i got box game, like fight night champions bitch
nd if you push my buttons,
i’ll red ring of doom ya eyes cousin,
get choked wit ya Halo,
till you Fallout,
nd wen u open yo eyes, expect to get stabbed n da side,
plus a 2 piece,
thats wat you get, you not man enough to answer your Call of Duty
competition. being better than someone else. achievements. awards. differences. placement. where you really belong.
im on the 1st level of mario 64. ive owned this level year after year but today, it’s a struggle. i don’t know if my hop is off or the goombas looks mighty fierce today, but the power is not in me.
We all think that we are standing on common, even ground. The truth is, the world is not that level. There are jagged, rocky edges. There are some people in this world that have to live without clean water, people who live in war-torn countries, while I sit in my air-conditioned living room, where the world is calm, my belly is full, and my water is clear.
what level are you?
what level is he?
why am I this level?
how do I get to the next level?
what is the average level?
is it getting easier for the children to reach the higher levels?
can you ask that of a low-level child?
how are you catering to the top-levels?
*CLUE: it’s all subjective, and we’re all PEOPLE not numbers, dammit
Get on my level.
Voice level. Eyes blank. Emotionless as a stone.
And that’s all they know you as, even though all you want is to talk to them, to be with them, to make friends with those nameless, faceless strangers. But you don’t know how, you don’t know how to make them laugh and smile.
(and they have left you alone, alone as ever)
But one day, she came into your life, and she did not judge.
It was beautiful.
i want to be even, steady and strong. but i keep leaning one way or another. where is my happy medium? why can’t i just get level. straight and sober compared to tipsy and drunk. just sounds more fun.
Level 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. He arrived. He would find her on the fifth floor. He knew it. He had to. He turned left, wondering if he should go right. Took three steps and stopped.
The level I want to be at with someone, has only be achieved…. and that was ruined as soon as they were not feeling it.
I hate being alone and waiting and wanting, but sometime that happens.
My friend just walked in with a neon-yellow shirt on, and brought clothing to a whole new level.
the sidewalk was bumpy. one step to the next was not easy, people tripped more often than they were able to walk smoothly. The poorly lain cement jutted out at strange angles. The cracks between slabs created veritable steps.
this makes me think of video games immediately. I don’t play a lot of games that require you to pass levels, but I’ve certainly thought of the dungeons in zelda as if they’re levels, since each one leaves you stronger. This is an interesting writing exercise and I like it.
So I saw your boyfriend yesterday. He smacked my butt so I smacked him with a level – the construction kind, not the building kind – and he cried. He sounded like a goat.
So how is this thing with you two? Level with me.
I have reached a new level of love for my family. Even when times are tough, the best in all of us comes to the fore. I love them more than anything else in this world. I don’t always like them, but the love I feel for them is beyond compare. We are many, yet we are one.
highest levels fall to the cycle of fright and fetch me whatever I ask for. they sought themselves a happy ending by friending the most likely for success and in the meantime forgot the bubbly that made the level work.
“Level” each way is “level;” henceforth, the word itself is leveled. Please level with me; are there even levels to the word “level?”
He was level on the level, my grand father. A carpenter, he worked for himself the better part of his 98 years finally retiring to a life of reading and smoking on my grand mother’s back porch. When he died, everyone said – “Well done!”
He was on the level. He shared his heart, regardless of who it hurt. Did his purging help? Well, he didn’t care, because he was an open book, a book that nobody would want to read. So I guess he was like an audio-boo, you know, the kind that you can just sit listening to without even trying (OK, Bulwer-Lytton, give me my prize!–LOL)
balanced, unsteady, tipping.
mindset. not my mindset. wood. tools. keeping the air bubble of life in between the lines. get on my level. drunk.
He leveled up.
The next level was harder. One more step to the game. People had dreamed of getting as far as he did. But many had died in the level before. Trying to get to the next level. He stared out to space as he saw approaching a face. His opponent.
people tell me all the time that I am level headed, that I have a good head on my shoulders and that I am steady. If only they could get into my head, I am depressed and lonely, hopeful and uneasy
my level of happiness today. mid level. i want pottermore. i want a day of nothing. i want to just play piano. read. not fight. peace not war. peach not war too. i dont want to do anything. will somebody give me a level up?
She really new how to speak to me on the level. I was unprepared for such a qualified and knowing, experienced teacher to be so genuinely interested in me. So egalitarian, so caring. Far from “up herself” as she could be.