The lines of print on the page, each word strung together like spiderwebs, seemed to dance before my eyes. They taunt me with future knowledge and the knowledge that the future will be there in a moment, every moment
i have to print out an essay. I wanted to do it at my boyfriends house, but I couldnt because he was sad, his ex girlfriend wont leave him alone. He still loves her. I know it. I can see it in his eyes. Its why he wont hold eye contact. It makes me sad. I dont know if i can do this much longer… Oh well
i wanted to print my reimbursement form today but we ran out of ink. it’s clearly only a Monday and I am quite emotional. you know that feeling when you just wanna crash? you just wanna forget about consequences and leave. i wanted to just drive away. my tank was full.
Newspapers and printmaking revolutionized the way we experience and perceive the world.
But now we have the internet. How much different is that information from what we have now?
the print on the pages became blurry through the flood of tears. i couldn’t believe what i was reading, my heart broke in an instant. i thought this was it.
It never prints! Crappy printer you make my life a living hell. I have a report due in an hour and you have the nerve to jut out 20 pages of plain white paper as my words remain glued to the computer with no means of escaping through you. Damn you crappy printer, you have failed me once again.
I don’t usually like to type things on the computer. But printing is so lovely isn’t it? You can really get whatever you want on the computer, press print and it is yours. It belongs to everyone as well though.
Print with a tint of intent to create something beautiful. Or perhaps not beautiful, but something, anything, with expression. Don’t think it’s been done before, because it’s been done by you & you are one of a kind. So get that printing press, or er, printer, running!
i dont know why im always trying so hard. I feel like I’m just “one word.” Nobody will ever notice me. Like I’m just one person out of billions. Who knows why I feel liek this but I do, and nobody can change how I feel about myself except me. I know that if I keep it all bottled up, I’ll fail.
The print on the paper was blurry, even moving while she squinted. She grasped her head to hold it still. Was it demon rum, more likely that vodka. She never drank vodka. She hated it vodka
It’s fun to see your words in print. Whether it be a magazine or newspaper print, a person always gets excited to see their name followed by their words on the page.
Color, vibrancy, complex design, but also simplicity. Print before cursive, walk before run, print onto a piece of paper as tangible, coherent evidence of just a fraction of the complex thoughts swirling around inside.
As opposed to cursive. My print is sloppy. The letters join, or stop halfway, and you need to read the entire sentence often to understand what they are supposed to be. My cursive is spiky and rushed, and print is even worse.
Print, like a printer? Or print like to print words on paper regardless of whether a printer is in use, because you can print words on paper by hand. I keep mistyping, because of my new laptop. I dunno why. Um, I dunno what else to say about print. The print is in purple. I’m almost out of time.
I heard a clicking noise, so familiar, of my printer.
The pages poured out endlessly, covered in ink.
My printer, you see, is a she.
She loves me, and what I write.
Even if no one else will.
What I write, my printer produces.
Even if no one else will.
My print on her, my printer,
Is beautiful.
Is perfect.
Print, like a printer? Or print like to print words on paper regardless of whether a printer is in use, because you can print words on paper by hand. I keep mistyping, because of my new laptop. I dunno why. Um, I dunno what else to say about print. The print is in purple. I’m almost out of time.
Harry neatly printed his name and rank at the top of his Auror report. He sighed and put down his quill, looking out of the window. He rested his face in his hands and let his mind wander to happier things than reports about raids and killings. He watched the clouds glide past his window and couldn’t but let his mind wander to a certain someone with eyes the exact same shade as the stormy clouds….
Print is the power of the world. The written word is what drives society. It is the only way to transcendently continue to communicate. Certainly, the printed word is tangible. But, if it is preserved then it can pass on thoughts and ideas for generations.
printing is a way to spread knowledge and technology. people can spread ideas and their values. Traditions are able to maintained or lost, and people learn about new things. printing allows people to spread their beliefs and their work. education
As the paper printed, I watched the jet black ink dry into two short words: Come Quickly.
I knew immediately what they meant and ran out to the car. Turning the keys in the ignition, I sped out of the driveway and turned south.
When filing out my travel entry today in my journal I realized that my print isn’t as pretty as I thought it once to be. This scrawl I call my hand writing is not elegant, but in fact sloppy and immature looking. I need to try and perfect the curves of my letters if I ever want to be considered a serious adult in the future.
Those footprints left on the sand, the waves washed them away and they disappeared without the slightest trace. Two feet, sunk into the wet sand, they keep going, feeling the cool rush of the water clashing against the skin.
printers annoy me, seriously. they require so much maintenance to do something so simple. this is why i enjoy writing much more than typing. you always have it with you, without any complications.
Today I set up my printer again. I printed out my regular blank schedule sheet and set up my schedule for next term. I am so optimistic its disgusting! I can’t wait to get back to learning something new every day. I can’t wait to meet new people.
Print your name the teacher said and I tried to do so. Next they’d want me to learn cursive but printing was hard enough. everything seemed hard and school would go on forever.
Printing is a divine form of language
Hand me a pen however
Random scribbles
Are a form pictography
So are anachronistic acrostics
Entering the mind of each plotting writer
Over the shoulder glances
Lamenting when looking back
Oft while cringing at slight of hand mistakes, yet
Grin like a mad-Cheshire kittiy when you’ve coined a stupid ditty
You preserve phraseology by keeping it as both an art and a science
To print is to put anything worthwhile on a peice of paper. Which can in contrary to the digital version be kept forever, for future generations to behold. To print is to share your thoughts of humanity.
I have a printer. Print has five letters in it. It starts with a ‘P’. You know what else starts with a P? Penguin! And panda. Anyways, do you have a printer? ……. Oh, that’s cool. We can print pretty much everything, don’t you think? Pictures, word documents, pretty much a whole lot of things.
When I see your name in print, it suddenly makes it all real. It’s bold or italic. Black, blue, even yellow once. But it’s always the same letters and always the same font.
print. like printing writing or like to print a paper? who knows. anyway, i always print. my cursive is less than great! or print like newsprint. which i also love since i used to write for my high school’s newspaper. or print like animal prints? there are so many options!
Printed words, printed images. I think the most beautiful way of eternalizing a feeling or instance is in printing it. I only use pen because I feel that once its on paper, it should stay there, regardless of your feelings towards it. One mustn’t regret.
I like to print things, it helps me configure things better when they’re on paper and not on a screen. I think that makes me kind of middle aged, but I don’t mind that, maybe some people will see me as wise.
y grandma is sitting on the back computer which has a printer next to it. i actually hate that printer. it takes forever to do its own dang job. the ink always runs out, and in order to actually get the document to print, i have to convert it from my email to the actuall word that is compatible with the computer. there’s a computer at school…
Write in print, not in script. I always wrote in script, so print was difficult for me. I moved the pen slowly, making straight lines, a K, an R, an I, an S, T, A. Krista. In print it looked weird. My handwriting, typically loopy, fit my personality. Straight lines and jauntiness were not part of my nature.
I print my name neatly at the top…correction, I scribble my name at the top of the page. Neat was an extreme exaggeration. Me? Neat? That’s like calling a tiger shark cuddly. Impossible.
I am not neat.
The lines of print on the page, each word strung together like spiderwebs, seemed to dance before my eyes. They taunt me with future knowledge and the knowledge that the future will be there in a moment, every moment
i have to print out an essay. I wanted to do it at my boyfriends house, but I couldnt because he was sad, his ex girlfriend wont leave him alone. He still loves her. I know it. I can see it in his eyes. Its why he wont hold eye contact. It makes me sad. I dont know if i can do this much longer… Oh well
i wanted to print my reimbursement form today but we ran out of ink. it’s clearly only a Monday and I am quite emotional. you know that feeling when you just wanna crash? you just wanna forget about consequences and leave. i wanted to just drive away. my tank was full.
Newspapers and printmaking revolutionized the way we experience and perceive the world.
But now we have the internet. How much different is that information from what we have now?
There it was in front of her. Her masterpiece in print. They misspelled her name on the top of the article. Simultaniously happy and annoyed.
the print on the pages became blurry through the flood of tears. i couldn’t believe what i was reading, my heart broke in an instant. i thought this was it.
It never prints! Crappy printer you make my life a living hell. I have a report due in an hour and you have the nerve to jut out 20 pages of plain white paper as my words remain glued to the computer with no means of escaping through you. Damn you crappy printer, you have failed me once again.
I don’t usually like to type things on the computer. But printing is so lovely isn’t it? You can really get whatever you want on the computer, press print and it is yours. It belongs to everyone as well though.
Print with a tint of intent to create something beautiful. Or perhaps not beautiful, but something, anything, with expression. Don’t think it’s been done before, because it’s been done by you & you are one of a kind. So get that printing press, or er, printer, running!
i dont know why im always trying so hard. I feel like I’m just “one word.” Nobody will ever notice me. Like I’m just one person out of billions. Who knows why I feel liek this but I do, and nobody can change how I feel about myself except me. I know that if I keep it all bottled up, I’ll fail.
The print on the paper was blurry, even moving while she squinted. She grasped her head to hold it still. Was it demon rum, more likely that vodka. She never drank vodka. She hated it vodka
printer ink, colours, letters, screen printing, monoblock printing, print of van gogh, printing vs cursive, newsprint, printed patterns, ink printing.
It’s fun to see your words in print. Whether it be a magazine or newspaper print, a person always gets excited to see their name followed by their words on the page.
Color, vibrancy, complex design, but also simplicity. Print before cursive, walk before run, print onto a piece of paper as tangible, coherent evidence of just a fraction of the complex thoughts swirling around inside.
As opposed to cursive. My print is sloppy. The letters join, or stop halfway, and you need to read the entire sentence often to understand what they are supposed to be. My cursive is spiky and rushed, and print is even worse.
Print, like a printer? Or print like to print words on paper regardless of whether a printer is in use, because you can print words on paper by hand. I keep mistyping, because of my new laptop. I dunno why. Um, I dunno what else to say about print. The print is in purple. I’m almost out of time.
I heard a clicking noise, so familiar, of my printer.
The pages poured out endlessly, covered in ink.
My printer, you see, is a she.
She loves me, and what I write.
Even if no one else will.
What I write, my printer produces.
Even if no one else will.
My print on her, my printer,
Is beautiful.
Is perfect.
Print, like a printer? Or print like to print words on paper regardless of whether a printer is in use, because you can print words on paper by hand. I keep mistyping, because of my new laptop. I dunno why. Um, I dunno what else to say about print. The print is in purple. I’m almost out of time.
Harry neatly printed his name and rank at the top of his Auror report. He sighed and put down his quill, looking out of the window. He rested his face in his hands and let his mind wander to happier things than reports about raids and killings. He watched the clouds glide past his window and couldn’t but let his mind wander to a certain someone with eyes the exact same shade as the stormy clouds….
Print is the power of the world. The written word is what drives society. It is the only way to transcendently continue to communicate. Certainly, the printed word is tangible. But, if it is preserved then it can pass on thoughts and ideas for generations.
printing is a way to spread knowledge and technology. people can spread ideas and their values. Traditions are able to maintained or lost, and people learn about new things. printing allows people to spread their beliefs and their work. education
“Our book!”
“What about the book?”
“Someone wants to publish it!! We’re going to have it printed!”
“We’re going to be famous!”
“Awesome.”
As the paper printed, I watched the jet black ink dry into two short words: Come Quickly.
I knew immediately what they meant and ran out to the car. Turning the keys in the ignition, I sped out of the driveway and turned south.
When filing out my travel entry today in my journal I realized that my print isn’t as pretty as I thought it once to be. This scrawl I call my hand writing is not elegant, but in fact sloppy and immature looking. I need to try and perfect the curves of my letters if I ever want to be considered a serious adult in the future.
Those footprints left on the sand, the waves washed them away and they disappeared without the slightest trace. Two feet, sunk into the wet sand, they keep going, feeling the cool rush of the water clashing against the skin.
printers annoy me, seriously. they require so much maintenance to do something so simple. this is why i enjoy writing much more than typing. you always have it with you, without any complications.
Today I set up my printer again. I printed out my regular blank schedule sheet and set up my schedule for next term. I am so optimistic its disgusting! I can’t wait to get back to learning something new every day. I can’t wait to meet new people.
Print your name the teacher said and I tried to do so. Next they’d want me to learn cursive but printing was hard enough. everything seemed hard and school would go on forever.
To print is to create. To get real stuff out of the brain-extension which we call a computer.
Printing is a divine form of language
Hand me a pen however
Random scribbles
Are a form pictography
So are anachronistic acrostics
Entering the mind of each plotting writer
Over the shoulder glances
Lamenting when looking back
Oft while cringing at slight of hand mistakes, yet
Grin like a mad-Cheshire kittiy when you’ve coined a stupid ditty
You preserve phraseology by keeping it as both an art and a science
To print is to put anything worthwhile on a peice of paper. Which can in contrary to the digital version be kept forever, for future generations to behold. To print is to share your thoughts of humanity.
I have a printer. Print has five letters in it. It starts with a ‘P’. You know what else starts with a P? Penguin! And panda. Anyways, do you have a printer? ……. Oh, that’s cool. We can print pretty much everything, don’t you think? Pictures, word documents, pretty much a whole lot of things.
When I see your name in print, it suddenly makes it all real. It’s bold or italic. Black, blue, even yellow once. But it’s always the same letters and always the same font.
print. like printing writing or like to print a paper? who knows. anyway, i always print. my cursive is less than great! or print like newsprint. which i also love since i used to write for my high school’s newspaper. or print like animal prints? there are so many options!
Printed words, printed images. I think the most beautiful way of eternalizing a feeling or instance is in printing it. I only use pen because I feel that once its on paper, it should stay there, regardless of your feelings towards it. One mustn’t regret.
I like to print things, it helps me configure things better when they’re on paper and not on a screen. I think that makes me kind of middle aged, but I don’t mind that, maybe some people will see me as wise.
y grandma is sitting on the back computer which has a printer next to it. i actually hate that printer. it takes forever to do its own dang job. the ink always runs out, and in order to actually get the document to print, i have to convert it from my email to the actuall word that is compatible with the computer. there’s a computer at school…
Write in print, not in script. I always wrote in script, so print was difficult for me. I moved the pen slowly, making straight lines, a K, an R, an I, an S, T, A. Krista. In print it looked weird. My handwriting, typically loopy, fit my personality. Straight lines and jauntiness were not part of my nature.
I print my name neatly at the top…correction, I scribble my name at the top of the page. Neat was an extreme exaggeration. Me? Neat? That’s like calling a tiger shark cuddly. Impossible.
I am not neat.
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