I repeat that i do not repeat repeating myself. Never again will i repeat something that i say because repeating is unnecessary.
Repeating is stupid for so many reasons. Here’s one: It’s stupid and redundant. I love being stupid. Repeating is stupid. I am repeating. Repeat that i do not repeat.
why is repeat the only word im getting? i find this quite frustrating.. do i need to sign up or something? hmmm maybe ill do that sooner or later. i miss my boyfriend a lot. he’s always repeating to me how much he loves me and nothing in the world can make me feel better about myself =) love you darling
I repeat songs like nobody’s business, I can listen to Pumped up Kicks on repeat for hours on hours. I would assume it says something about who I am as a person but the song is too loud for me to process the idea of it. Repeating the same song over and over again always annoys the crap out of my roommate. She’s annoying so I guess it’s a way to retaliate against her. At least I don’t blend smoothies at 3 am.
hmmm. hmmmm. rinse over and over again. still lots of dandruff in my hair. rinse over and over again. rinse, repeat. same goes with boys. lots of rinsing; still too much residue.
repeating events in life can get you to an extreme level of boredom, boredom is an out com of repeating. Yet repeating is a good way to memorize, some texts and methods cannot be memorized unless repeated a certain number of time, as repetition is the key of memorization.
I hate when we repeat the same mistakes over and over again
its tiresome
we feel stupid
like we didn’t learn anything
but in the end
when we repeat mistakes
eventually we will learn from them
Repeating things that shouldn’t be repeated. Its not a nice thing to do. Repeat the question again. I’ve seen this episode. Its a repeat again. I’m constantly having to repeat myself. You never listen.
again and again. same in same out. Wake up, run, eat, repeat. Life can be a cycle. Don’t repeat. move forward. Break free. Repeat is a word with chains. there’s no freedom in the word. Don’t repeat. Go forward. Leave the cycle. Wake up and do something new, for once.
It’s really hard to write anything when your mind is as cloudy as the skies of San Francisco. If I repeated that again in this sentence it would have been ten times worse.
There, I’m done.
Kinda clever.
Ugh.
Someone fetch me an aspirin.
Reeat what? There is only one word on top of the page.. so I repeat it.. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Hmmm seems like an exercise in futility. Repeated. =)
My suffering is on repeat.
Over and over again,
I wake up,
and I’m still stuck in the same old nightmare. Neverending. Like some sick merry-go-round that He made especially for me–but here’s the catch, I can’t get off.
The same old things
repeat.
I can’t help but repeat everything I see hear and think. I love to see it come to life again and again so long as nothing interrupts, because then where is the fun in that. How many times is the limit? No one will ever know.
lather rinse repeat. lather rinse repeat. the words played through her mind as she tried to remain calm while scrubbing the ever widening crimson stain from the shag carpet. lather rinse repeat. she hadn’t meant to hit him that hard, not really. the ashtray was handy. before she knew what she was doing it was in her hand. lather rinse repeat
I like to repeat a lot of the things I hear. Sometimes in movies sometimes in person, something that someone else said. But sometimes when I repeat things I feel like I’m just annoying the people around me. :/ Kind of makes me feel bad. But I just hope they will tell me.
One two three, one two three. Again. One two three, one two three. Again. One two three, one two three. Again. Faster. One two three, one two three. Again. LOUDER. ONE TWO THREE, ONE TWO THREE. AGAIN.
Repeat thoughts over and over in your head, every day. Throughout life all you do is repeat thoughts actions and feelings. the real challenge is to break the habit of repeating and learn to change, to grow. Everyone in the world can repeat, it takes a powerful person to change.
odeio quando as coisas se repetem no emsmo cilo e nunca acabam e eu sempre sei o que vai acontecer de novo e de repente depois de um periodo de calamaria ao mesmo problema acontece e eé uma repetição sem fim de erros de coisas e de ciclos sem sim fim e que gostaria muito de querbar este ciclo e um dia ficar livre disso =)
the whiskey was taking it’s effect,”wait,repeat that again.you’re saying that bogdan got along fabulously with the rokenrollers and still killed them?”
Can’t help repeating myself.
Call me a broken record, if you will.
At least, you got the broken part right.
Call me a filthy liar, if you will.
At least, you got the filthy part right.
“repetez apres moi…” this was the part that i would start zoning out. its not that i don’t like french, i do, i just can’t get into it. Italian…now that’s something I could be able to work with. “Scuze singora, le capiche l’inglese? Io capisco un po l’Italiano”
to say over and over again. To have happen again. To burp your last meal and still taste it LOL..Good things I would only like repeated. History is repeated. to re-peat your garden….lol
Why does this always happen to me? All other things i’ve been longing to see. My heart is set on replay mode, All the pain it’s innocence showed. Over and over and over again, I’ll send this letter, again i will send. I want you to leave, i want you to stay, i need you to leave, i beg you to stay.
It was June 15th again. We were back to that day. Do you remember last year? How you cast away the day like any other. It was just another Tuesday to you. I repeat that day in my mind over and over. I use it to tell myself that you’re not worth it. The pain, the tears, the endless nights, the dreams, the nightmares, the smiles….ANY OF IT. I repeat and repeat the day, but I always somehow find myself back on another June 15th, hoping again.
I just kept playing the record on repeat,
Silently listening to every word.
Tears streamed down my cheeks,
Sliding over my lips and chin,
Falling on my knees.
She was gone.
And the scent of her hair was fading from my pillows.
And it was getting harder to remember the way she smiled.
And the bed felt too big without her.
And all I could think about was how I should have been looking at the road.
to say something again. to repeat is to recall something that someone has just said and saying it again. another word may be to recall, remember. one may need something to be repeated if they do not understand this command, misinterpreted it or eve
And we’re running, running – there’s the end just a little ahead of us! We’re almost there! (I won’t tell you that I know what happens next. It takes all the fun out of it.) And only a little more, run faster, faster, faster! And there, the end! And there, the end! And there, the end! It’s started. We have to run. And we’re running, running –
I used to repeat things to myself. That way I could remember them for later. That never actually worked for me. Nothing really stuck. The things that do stick, that I could recall off the top of my head, are all the aweful things that you said to me. Isn’t it funny how that works.
Behind my closed lids crimson fire builds and mine eyes become prisms of saffron.
Some far off land calls me over in a haunting verse. I breathe.
And the tree cracks against my pane, burning in the gold haze of the moon.
I fear insanity’s bell tolls to fracture my movements; feeling skull fragments ripping my mind at its fulcrum.
Dawn breaks, and I repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
all my life it seems like its all i do is repeat steps ive already accomplished and they get erased and put behind me as if it were only a dream and non of the steps existed its been ongoing for years and i guess i will repeat these steps until whatever i need to learn…is learned
I love to repeat things! Some people hate repeating… There like…. what? So I repeat… Then I ask them what, and they like… don’t repeat. Yay REPEAT. Repite por favor.
everything i want to say everything i want to say everything i want to say i’ll say it again and again and again and again and again you repeat i hate it when people repeat say it over and over again that is the definition of repeat it’s saying things over and over again isn’t it?? that’s what i’ve learned it school when i was young. i was 1 then 2 then 3 then 4 then 5 then 6 then seven, and so on….. i will never repeat 13. it SUCKED thirteen was terr terrible i want to cry again and again and again.
I feel like my brain is on repeat, because every day I get an epiphany that I have had this epiphany before. I wish that I could get past thinking about things and actually start to do things about the things that I think about.
Here we go. The same old crap again. Not only from them but from me as well. How many times do they think I’ll fall for the same old saccharine smile? They must think I’m dumb. Or that I’m just some broken record they can keep fooling keep fooling keep fooling keep fooling.
Repeat, repetition, over and over again, it drives me insane. I can’t even begin to imagine what my life will become if it going to keeps on like this broken record I detest. I hate repeatedly losing… ><
Thats one thing about driving alone on a summer night with the windows down, listening to country music on the radio. You never have a chance to repeat a song. So with the speakers bursting with magic, you only have a few unrepeatable moments to listen to the pure happiness as you drive along, wind blowing through the hair as the lights on the lake sparkle.
I repeat that i do not repeat repeating myself. Never again will i repeat something that i say because repeating is unnecessary.
Repeating is stupid for so many reasons. Here’s one: It’s stupid and redundant. I love being stupid. Repeating is stupid. I am repeating. Repeat that i do not repeat.
I repeat these words in my head, over and over. The words I’ve never said out loud.
I should have.
Now along with these words jumbling in a chaotic mess in my mind, I have chunks of hard regret stumbling along within it.
why is repeat the only word im getting? i find this quite frustrating.. do i need to sign up or something? hmmm maybe ill do that sooner or later. i miss my boyfriend a lot. he’s always repeating to me how much he loves me and nothing in the world can make me feel better about myself =) love you darling
I repeat songs like nobody’s business, I can listen to Pumped up Kicks on repeat for hours on hours. I would assume it says something about who I am as a person but the song is too loud for me to process the idea of it. Repeating the same song over and over again always annoys the crap out of my roommate. She’s annoying so I guess it’s a way to retaliate against her. At least I don’t blend smoothies at 3 am.
hmmm. hmmmm. rinse over and over again. still lots of dandruff in my hair. rinse over and over again. rinse, repeat. same goes with boys. lots of rinsing; still too much residue.
keep going say what I say time’s ticking get it right. Think whatever I think now.
repeating events in life can get you to an extreme level of boredom, boredom is an out com of repeating. Yet repeating is a good way to memorize, some texts and methods cannot be memorized unless repeated a certain number of time, as repetition is the key of memorization.
I hate when we repeat the same mistakes over and over again
its tiresome
we feel stupid
like we didn’t learn anything
but in the end
when we repeat mistakes
eventually we will learn from them
dah dit dit dahh doo dah. :l dah dit dit dahh doo dah
Music<3
(get it? its a repeat sign)
Repeating things that shouldn’t be repeated. Its not a nice thing to do. Repeat the question again. I’ve seen this episode. Its a repeat again. I’m constantly having to repeat myself. You never listen.
again and again. same in same out. Wake up, run, eat, repeat. Life can be a cycle. Don’t repeat. move forward. Break free. Repeat is a word with chains. there’s no freedom in the word. Don’t repeat. Go forward. Leave the cycle. Wake up and do something new, for once.
It’s really hard to write anything when your mind is as cloudy as the skies of San Francisco. If I repeated that again in this sentence it would have been ten times worse.
There, I’m done.
Kinda clever.
Ugh.
Someone fetch me an aspirin.
Reeat what? There is only one word on top of the page.. so I repeat it.. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Hmmm seems like an exercise in futility. Repeated. =)
My suffering is on repeat.
Over and over again,
I wake up,
and I’m still stuck in the same old nightmare. Neverending. Like some sick merry-go-round that He made especially for me–but here’s the catch, I can’t get off.
The same old things
repeat.
I can’t help but repeat everything I see hear and think. I love to see it come to life again and again so long as nothing interrupts, because then where is the fun in that. How many times is the limit? No one will ever know.
lather rinse repeat. lather rinse repeat. the words played through her mind as she tried to remain calm while scrubbing the ever widening crimson stain from the shag carpet. lather rinse repeat. she hadn’t meant to hit him that hard, not really. the ashtray was handy. before she knew what she was doing it was in her hand. lather rinse repeat
I like to repeat a lot of the things I hear. Sometimes in movies sometimes in person, something that someone else said. But sometimes when I repeat things I feel like I’m just annoying the people around me. :/ Kind of makes me feel bad. But I just hope they will tell me.
One two three, one two three. Again. One two three, one two three. Again. One two three, one two three. Again. Faster. One two three, one two three. Again. LOUDER. ONE TWO THREE, ONE TWO THREE. AGAIN.
Repeat thoughts over and over in your head, every day. Throughout life all you do is repeat thoughts actions and feelings. the real challenge is to break the habit of repeating and learn to change, to grow. Everyone in the world can repeat, it takes a powerful person to change.
odeio quando as coisas se repetem no emsmo cilo e nunca acabam e eu sempre sei o que vai acontecer de novo e de repente depois de um periodo de calamaria ao mesmo problema acontece e eé uma repetição sem fim de erros de coisas e de ciclos sem sim fim e que gostaria muito de querbar este ciclo e um dia ficar livre disso =)
the whiskey was taking it’s effect,”wait,repeat that again.you’re saying that bogdan got along fabulously with the rokenrollers and still killed them?”
Can’t help repeating myself.
Call me a broken record, if you will.
At least, you got the broken part right.
Call me a filthy liar, if you will.
At least, you got the filthy part right.
“repetez apres moi…” this was the part that i would start zoning out. its not that i don’t like french, i do, i just can’t get into it. Italian…now that’s something I could be able to work with. “Scuze singora, le capiche l’inglese? Io capisco un po l’Italiano”
to say over and over again. To have happen again. To burp your last meal and still taste it LOL..Good things I would only like repeated. History is repeated. to re-peat your garden….lol
Why does this always happen to me? All other things i’ve been longing to see. My heart is set on replay mode, All the pain it’s innocence showed. Over and over and over again, I’ll send this letter, again i will send. I want you to leave, i want you to stay, i need you to leave, i beg you to stay.
It was June 15th again. We were back to that day. Do you remember last year? How you cast away the day like any other. It was just another Tuesday to you. I repeat that day in my mind over and over. I use it to tell myself that you’re not worth it. The pain, the tears, the endless nights, the dreams, the nightmares, the smiles….ANY OF IT. I repeat and repeat the day, but I always somehow find myself back on another June 15th, hoping again.
I just kept playing the record on repeat,
Silently listening to every word.
Tears streamed down my cheeks,
Sliding over my lips and chin,
Falling on my knees.
She was gone.
And the scent of her hair was fading from my pillows.
And it was getting harder to remember the way she smiled.
And the bed felt too big without her.
And all I could think about was how I should have been looking at the road.
But nothing I could do would bring her back.
to say something again. to repeat is to recall something that someone has just said and saying it again. another word may be to recall, remember. one may need something to be repeated if they do not understand this command, misinterpreted it or eve
And we’re running, running – there’s the end just a little ahead of us! We’re almost there! (I won’t tell you that I know what happens next. It takes all the fun out of it.) And only a little more, run faster, faster, faster! And there, the end! And there, the end! And there, the end! It’s started. We have to run. And we’re running, running –
I used to repeat things to myself. That way I could remember them for later. That never actually worked for me. Nothing really stuck. The things that do stick, that I could recall off the top of my head, are all the aweful things that you said to me. Isn’t it funny how that works.
It happens again and again.
The meet, the crush, the love, the fight, the fall, the loss, the cold shoulder.
Wash, rinse, repeat. They’ll never come back, but there’ll always be another to continue the pattern.
Behind my closed lids crimson fire builds and mine eyes become prisms of saffron.
Some far off land calls me over in a haunting verse. I breathe.
And the tree cracks against my pane, burning in the gold haze of the moon.
I fear insanity’s bell tolls to fracture my movements; feeling skull fragments ripping my mind at its fulcrum.
Dawn breaks, and I repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
all my life it seems like its all i do is repeat steps ive already accomplished and they get erased and put behind me as if it were only a dream and non of the steps existed its been ongoing for years and i guess i will repeat these steps until whatever i need to learn…is learned
I love to repeat things! Some people hate repeating… There like…. what? So I repeat… Then I ask them what, and they like… don’t repeat. Yay REPEAT. Repite por favor.
everything i want to say everything i want to say everything i want to say i’ll say it again and again and again and again and again you repeat i hate it when people repeat say it over and over again that is the definition of repeat it’s saying things over and over again isn’t it?? that’s what i’ve learned it school when i was young. i was 1 then 2 then 3 then 4 then 5 then 6 then seven, and so on….. i will never repeat 13. it SUCKED thirteen was terr terrible i want to cry again and again and again.
I feel like my brain is on repeat, because every day I get an epiphany that I have had this epiphany before. I wish that I could get past thinking about things and actually start to do things about the things that I think about.
Here we go. The same old crap again. Not only from them but from me as well. How many times do they think I’ll fall for the same old saccharine smile? They must think I’m dumb. Or that I’m just some broken record they can keep fooling keep fooling keep fooling keep fooling.
Repeat, repetition, over and over again, it drives me insane. I can’t even begin to imagine what my life will become if it going to keeps on like this broken record I detest. I hate repeatedly losing… ><
Thats one thing about driving alone on a summer night with the windows down, listening to country music on the radio. You never have a chance to repeat a song. So with the speakers bursting with magic, you only have a few unrepeatable moments to listen to the pure happiness as you drive along, wind blowing through the hair as the lights on the lake sparkle.
Repeat what you did a year ago and see if it’s the same as the last. Did it lose the meaning it had? Cherish it. Never let it lose it’s full meaning.