Plans. We had so many plans, I just had to do something else. I wanted to go people watching in the city and look for old men hunched over their canes muttering to themselves and beautiful young women with babies and teenagers playing their cellos on the side of the road and I wanted to know their stories.
You were my plans. But you took them and tore them apart. Before I even knew what you did with them, I found them in the trash and you were no where in sight. It was then I realized the missing area in my chest. I died that day and you still live unaware.
The butterfly tattoo down her side contained the verse Jeremiah 29:11. When the woman asked her what it meant, as she degraded the girl in her bikini, the girl smiled and replied, “It reads,“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
i have to make plans to fix all of this, i need to think ahead like my dad said today. because you can’t plan to fail but you can fail to plan. and i just need to plan out what i’m going to say to him, everything, because i need to pick my words carefully so i can fix everything that’s breaking right before my eyes.
i’ve got great plans ahead of me, God has great plans planned out for me already! It only makes me excited for my future! I am always busy and making plans, filling up my life with great purpose! I love being busy!
I have so many plans but I never, ever carry through with them. Why can’t I just do that? Why can’t I just follow a list and lose all the stress? Why does everything I touch turn to shit? Why can’t I just be happy? I always planned to be happy. Big fancy surgeon and all that crap. But it’s not going to happen. I’m going to have to start prostituting and start living under some old woman’s house.
I just wrote this a second ago. but whatever. plans….that’s what i’ve been talking about since I was 10. what to be when i grow up. the topic hasn’t really changed even though im in my junior year of college. so how long do people talk about this? how long do we keep going? maybe that’s life… life=plans.
Plans are pointless.
Improvise.
A plan is destined for failure.
You want to plan something,
Plan how best to trim your nails.
Never plan a painting.
Never plan your life.
You’ll never be happy.
We all have plans for life. Things we want to achieve before we die. We feel these things are vital to our existence. We never know where the road will take us, and our plans always change whether we want them to or not,
future is what plans are made for. there’s only plans. nothing but plans/ that’s all we do. that’s all we want to feel we have some control over our lives. but plans are always changed. so why bother doing them in the first place? because of the stupid sense of control at least we don’t get lost.
I have plans, I have dreams, I cannot let the hope in me die, I must go on, I must make my plans and dreams reality. Nothing is real if you dont follow your dreams. I have plans and those plans involve you, so do not leave me I love you. We have plans.
The door slammed behind the tall blonde man as he stalked angrily over to the table. The conversation that had been going on previous to his entry was forgotten immediately. The hushed faces turned, looking at him in question.
“I know your secret.” The blonde growled his eyes fixated on the dark haired man sitting at the table end. He smirked easily.
“Not many could say that-”
“He’s your brother! The wine maker is YOUR BROTHER!!”
“What?!” One of the other men shouted, jumping up so fast his chair toppled over.
“Wait a minute, we’re about to con your own brother out his money?” The other frowned, looking at the man. “Seems a bit cold…even for you.”
“Last I saw my brother he betrayed me. He deserves a knife in the back.”
“It won’t work, Daniel!” The blonde shouted. “It won’t! He’ll recognize you and our cover will be blown! No, I’m calling this off-”
“You’ll do no such thing.” He said, rising to his feet. “And my name is not Daniel. It’s Danton. And trust me boys, I’ve been working on a plan.”
potatoes, cheese, I like your face, let’s make plans and have a party sometimes. I don’t know what this is exactly, but I’m thinking of parties and other fun things. Like tea. And alpacas. And fancy shmancy black dresses that don’t go past your knee. Ya know, the stuff a nice looking person would wear. Ah, and drinks. Alcohol. Whatever. Yeah.
everything before it is taken to trial. we think out everything before it happens; finger twitch to axe swing. our future and our present all that we hope to accomplish, that we want, that we dream to become reality.
When I was five years old, I made plans to grow up to be the most beautiful ballerina in the whole world ever, and get swept away by my knight in shining armor on his Pegasus, and live in a castle made of roses in the middle of fairyland.
Boring. that what plan making is its broring although its kinda good because withot plans you have nothing to do which leads to bordom which is kinda ironic because the first word i wrote up here about plans was boring ha, thats funny.
I have lots of plans. Plans top travel the world and see it with my very own eyes. I have plans to help the world in any way that God directs me. I have plans but many of my plans are futile. They cannot be accomplished without the help of the humans around me and the ones I will meet along the way.
i dont like making plans, i never seem to remember the details that arnt important but make or break the entire set of plans. like on a campng trip, id be the one to forget the toilet paper after spending weeks finding the PERFECT campsite. and then the guests dont remember the stellar views, they only remember using leaves t crap
It’s hard to plan out you r life . Especially when you’re only in high school. But everyone has a life plan it just never falls perfectly into place. I want to get married have three kids and adopt one. but who knows what life has planned for me.
I made plans that fell though
though I did what I could do
In the end i guess it just
wasn’t quite enough that I
really planned to try
to stay upbeat despite
I hadn’t seen the light of
your face for some time
and as the hours leave
i’ll find i never could’ve planned
what happens to this lonely man
when he sees the light again.
plans are the basis for any component necesssary for a complete life. plans make up for the best part of the day. but the irony is, none work out. the more the planning involved, the worser the day. so the motto is to make none and live a life full of surprises.
Plans are silly things. Always being broken or messed with. I like making plans. But they always seem to get ruined. Plans..what’s the point? Take life as it comes, no need to plan. It’s a waste of time. Maybe it can come in handy, but whats to plan when you can be surprised?
Plans are so fast now. With texting I can head out for the night and have no clue where I will be or how long I will be out for. It can be exciting but also stressful. I have high hopes for the next generation and their abilities to plan on the fly and make fast decisions.
I like making plans. they help me think. i like staying organzied and knowing what is going on. withought plans, i can feel lost and frustrated and it bothers me when other people don’t make plans or change plans, particularly without notice. i don’t understand how people can not think about planning and planning well, especially when it involves other people. it is so rude and inconsiderate to not plan well when involving other people because time is valuable and planning your time well helps one get the most out of their day. i could do better with my planning. buy a planner. huh good idea. one that is spiral bound and of good size so i don’t have to cram all my plans into one tiny little box. i’m not ADD about planning but it certainly helps to see things laid out in front of you. communication is also critical when involving other people in yours plans, as most of the time plans do involve multiple parties.
go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep got to sleep im tired of writing the same t hing over again i dont understand this page wtf is gonna happen neext that will amaze me?
plans, what the hell is a plan, why do we spend lot of time making plans, why is it that we can´t live without making this annoying plans… how would life could be if we just live without making plans.
The plan: Kiss him.
The plan: Graduate.
The plan: Go to NYU.
The plan: Grad school.
The plan: Marriage.
The plan: Live happily ever after.
The plan: …
But, of course, the plan will never work out. My plans never do.
I had plans for my life by now. Plans that everything would be sitting in its perfect place, the way that I imagined it inside my unimaginative head. I couldn’t contemplate that just maybe everything wouldn’t be perfect. Not everything is perfect, but it isn’t bad, either.
Plans. So many plans. Except for I never can keep them. They come and I wander off and I get too excited about something else. They never seem to work out. Fate has its plans and those are the only plans for me. I can try and defy Fate and work against it, but it knows what it wants for me; it knows what is best.
I don’t know what I’m doing this afternoon. How the hell should I know? I’d love to hang out, but maybe you should send me a message a little later. I could be in the hills by then! I don’t like to plan, except that I’m a hypocrite in saying that because I plan not to plan…
i think this is what you want to happen.people need order in their lives so tats why we have these. we want to feel like we’re accomplishing something. i dunno. i feel like in the large scale of things i dont have many plans. maybe thats a good thing.
I like to make plans. It is the food for life. It keeps me going. It keeps me organized. It is a fun thing to do. I don’t know if it is the right approach to life but it is needed to succeed. I wish I was more spontaneous sometimes. Plans don’t always work.
my plans for the future involve my educational success. I want to become an orthodontist, and to do that, i have to have good grades. I plan to be an orthodontist because i want to be able to have enough spare time to be the musician i’ve always dreamed of being.
As i lay here in my bed my mind is quietly resting. i have no plans, no expectations. i will wake up tomorrow, make my breakfast, and go to school. the cycle repeats daily. i wish things could be different. i wish that i could know what i will become. i will do big things… but probably not today. so for now i will lay laxidasically in my bed until my thoughts meet me on common ground.
Plans. We had so many plans, I just had to do something else. I wanted to go people watching in the city and look for old men hunched over their canes muttering to themselves and beautiful young women with babies and teenagers playing their cellos on the side of the road and I wanted to know their stories.
You were my plans. But you took them and tore them apart. Before I even knew what you did with them, I found them in the trash and you were no where in sight. It was then I realized the missing area in my chest. I died that day and you still live unaware.
Plans will burn you every fucking time. Plans are the place where heart is lost in translation, and insight drips from the hole in your soul.
The butterfly tattoo down her side contained the verse Jeremiah 29:11. When the woman asked her what it meant, as she degraded the girl in her bikini, the girl smiled and replied, “It reads,“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
i have to make plans to fix all of this, i need to think ahead like my dad said today. because you can’t plan to fail but you can fail to plan. and i just need to plan out what i’m going to say to him, everything, because i need to pick my words carefully so i can fix everything that’s breaking right before my eyes.
i’ve got great plans ahead of me, God has great plans planned out for me already! It only makes me excited for my future! I am always busy and making plans, filling up my life with great purpose! I love being busy!
I have so many plans but I never, ever carry through with them. Why can’t I just do that? Why can’t I just follow a list and lose all the stress? Why does everything I touch turn to shit? Why can’t I just be happy? I always planned to be happy. Big fancy surgeon and all that crap. But it’s not going to happen. I’m going to have to start prostituting and start living under some old woman’s house.
I just wrote this a second ago. but whatever. plans….that’s what i’ve been talking about since I was 10. what to be when i grow up. the topic hasn’t really changed even though im in my junior year of college. so how long do people talk about this? how long do we keep going? maybe that’s life… life=plans.
Plans are pointless.
Improvise.
A plan is destined for failure.
You want to plan something,
Plan how best to trim your nails.
Never plan a painting.
Never plan your life.
You’ll never be happy.
We all have plans for life. Things we want to achieve before we die. We feel these things are vital to our existence. We never know where the road will take us, and our plans always change whether we want them to or not,
future is what plans are made for. there’s only plans. nothing but plans/ that’s all we do. that’s all we want to feel we have some control over our lives. but plans are always changed. so why bother doing them in the first place? because of the stupid sense of control at least we don’t get lost.
I have plans, I have dreams, I cannot let the hope in me die, I must go on, I must make my plans and dreams reality. Nothing is real if you dont follow your dreams. I have plans and those plans involve you, so do not leave me I love you. We have plans.
The door slammed behind the tall blonde man as he stalked angrily over to the table. The conversation that had been going on previous to his entry was forgotten immediately. The hushed faces turned, looking at him in question.
“I know your secret.” The blonde growled his eyes fixated on the dark haired man sitting at the table end. He smirked easily.
“Not many could say that-”
“He’s your brother! The wine maker is YOUR BROTHER!!”
“What?!” One of the other men shouted, jumping up so fast his chair toppled over.
“Wait a minute, we’re about to con your own brother out his money?” The other frowned, looking at the man. “Seems a bit cold…even for you.”
“Last I saw my brother he betrayed me. He deserves a knife in the back.”
“It won’t work, Daniel!” The blonde shouted. “It won’t! He’ll recognize you and our cover will be blown! No, I’m calling this off-”
“You’ll do no such thing.” He said, rising to his feet. “And my name is not Daniel. It’s Danton. And trust me boys, I’ve been working on a plan.”
potatoes, cheese, I like your face, let’s make plans and have a party sometimes. I don’t know what this is exactly, but I’m thinking of parties and other fun things. Like tea. And alpacas. And fancy shmancy black dresses that don’t go past your knee. Ya know, the stuff a nice looking person would wear. Ah, and drinks. Alcohol. Whatever. Yeah.
everything before it is taken to trial. we think out everything before it happens; finger twitch to axe swing. our future and our present all that we hope to accomplish, that we want, that we dream to become reality.
plan are easily made but harder to fulfill. You have the variable of the unplanned that can easily change your plans and launch you down a new path.
We had plans. I swear we did. From the moment I met him, I planned with him–for him–around him.
What happens when your plan goes to SHIT?
I twiddle my thumbs, imagine futures illustrious and bright. I plan–for the first time in a long time–alone.
When I was five years old, I made plans to grow up to be the most beautiful ballerina in the whole world ever, and get swept away by my knight in shining armor on his Pegasus, and live in a castle made of roses in the middle of fairyland.
Those plans kind of fell through.
Boring. that what plan making is its broring although its kinda good because withot plans you have nothing to do which leads to bordom which is kinda ironic because the first word i wrote up here about plans was boring ha, thats funny.
I have lots of plans. Plans top travel the world and see it with my very own eyes. I have plans to help the world in any way that God directs me. I have plans but many of my plans are futile. They cannot be accomplished without the help of the humans around me and the ones I will meet along the way.
i dont like making plans, i never seem to remember the details that arnt important but make or break the entire set of plans. like on a campng trip, id be the one to forget the toilet paper after spending weeks finding the PERFECT campsite. and then the guests dont remember the stellar views, they only remember using leaves t crap
It’s hard to plan out you r life . Especially when you’re only in high school. But everyone has a life plan it just never falls perfectly into place. I want to get married have three kids and adopt one. but who knows what life has planned for me.
I made plans that fell though
though I did what I could do
In the end i guess it just
wasn’t quite enough that I
really planned to try
to stay upbeat despite
I hadn’t seen the light of
your face for some time
and as the hours leave
i’ll find i never could’ve planned
what happens to this lonely man
when he sees the light again.
plans are the basis for any component necesssary for a complete life. plans make up for the best part of the day. but the irony is, none work out. the more the planning involved, the worser the day. so the motto is to make none and live a life full of surprises.
Plans are silly things. Always being broken or messed with. I like making plans. But they always seem to get ruined. Plans..what’s the point? Take life as it comes, no need to plan. It’s a waste of time. Maybe it can come in handy, but whats to plan when you can be surprised?
Plans are so fast now. With texting I can head out for the night and have no clue where I will be or how long I will be out for. It can be exciting but also stressful. I have high hopes for the next generation and their abilities to plan on the fly and make fast decisions.
plans go popo sko poopo sometimes! oh nooo what haeppened to my plans skee poops zi doo!
oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
children have no plans. that’s why they’re children! let’s go run in the clouds!
oh, the marvelous clouds.. passing on… on… on… onn
I like making plans. they help me think. i like staying organzied and knowing what is going on. withought plans, i can feel lost and frustrated and it bothers me when other people don’t make plans or change plans, particularly without notice. i don’t understand how people can not think about planning and planning well, especially when it involves other people. it is so rude and inconsiderate to not plan well when involving other people because time is valuable and planning your time well helps one get the most out of their day. i could do better with my planning. buy a planner. huh good idea. one that is spiral bound and of good size so i don’t have to cram all my plans into one tiny little box. i’m not ADD about planning but it certainly helps to see things laid out in front of you. communication is also critical when involving other people in yours plans, as most of the time plans do involve multiple parties.
go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep got to sleep im tired of writing the same t hing over again i dont understand this page wtf is gonna happen neext that will amaze me?
I plan to go to Emerson college and become a TV broadcaster and work for a TV station.
plans, what the hell is a plan, why do we spend lot of time making plans, why is it that we can´t live without making this annoying plans… how would life could be if we just live without making plans.
The plan: Kiss him.
The plan: Graduate.
The plan: Go to NYU.
The plan: Grad school.
The plan: Marriage.
The plan: Live happily ever after.
The plan: …
But, of course, the plan will never work out. My plans never do.
I had plans for my life by now. Plans that everything would be sitting in its perfect place, the way that I imagined it inside my unimaginative head. I couldn’t contemplate that just maybe everything wouldn’t be perfect. Not everything is perfect, but it isn’t bad, either.
Plans. So many plans. Except for I never can keep them. They come and I wander off and I get too excited about something else. They never seem to work out. Fate has its plans and those are the only plans for me. I can try and defy Fate and work against it, but it knows what it wants for me; it knows what is best.
I don’t know what I’m doing this afternoon. How the hell should I know? I’d love to hang out, but maybe you should send me a message a little later. I could be in the hills by then! I don’t like to plan, except that I’m a hypocrite in saying that because I plan not to plan…
….
i think this is what you want to happen.people need order in their lives so tats why we have these. we want to feel like we’re accomplishing something. i dunno. i feel like in the large scale of things i dont have many plans. maybe thats a good thing.
I like to make plans. It is the food for life. It keeps me going. It keeps me organized. It is a fun thing to do. I don’t know if it is the right approach to life but it is needed to succeed. I wish I was more spontaneous sometimes. Plans don’t always work.
my plans for the future involve my educational success. I want to become an orthodontist, and to do that, i have to have good grades. I plan to be an orthodontist because i want to be able to have enough spare time to be the musician i’ve always dreamed of being.
As i lay here in my bed my mind is quietly resting. i have no plans, no expectations. i will wake up tomorrow, make my breakfast, and go to school. the cycle repeats daily. i wish things could be different. i wish that i could know what i will become. i will do big things… but probably not today. so for now i will lay laxidasically in my bed until my thoughts meet me on common ground.