what i would truly give to return to having meaningful friendships, people to turn to for, well, anything. it would be nice to have somebody to understand me once again.
Return to me. A song by Needtobreathe. I love it. I love them. Not relating to the song, I wish I could return to who I am. I don’t feel like me anymore. I feel lonely, I’m not outgoing, I care about what everyone thinks, I don’t let loose. If I could return to Baldwin-Wallace, I would. But I can’t. So I have to return to me. And I don’t know how to do it and it’s driving me insane.
Have you come back for good my dear? Are you only here to question my doh? I’m afraid you’ll leave me again my darling. Never to return again. That thought scares me, but it draws me closer to you. It makes to sense, yet it does.
I wonder what it’d be like to return back to that time and place where we first met. Would I do anything differently? Would I have done things differently if I understood what limited time we’d have together?
Running away is one of the easiest things one can do. Returning to deal with those things is one of the hardest. When you burry all of that down, keep all of those feelings locked away, they begin to grow and flourish; like the spreading of mold or unwanted bacteria until everything is consumed by it. You are no longer what you were.
How do you know it, if that’s where you come back to?
Isn’t it usually that spot where you’ve been before and you came back from the edge, having teetered over and kissed death, deciding that for your newborn arms and legs, it was best to come crawling back to life and resting in the false embrace of half-hearted securities?
It’s that place where you can’t go, because it hurts too much and only when it hurst can you know that’s where you ought to be.
I have returned to myself. hopefully for good thistime. its so easy to brach away and get caught up in the demons that haunt us, but i promise i will never hold their hands again. However promises, are not always fulfilled.
“Oh, I don’t want to return to this old crap,” Charlie said to his boss.
“Listen, Charlie,” Mr. Spazlowski said, “you got hired to shovel out the horse stalls. You got fired. You begged for your old job back. There’s nothing for you to do except this old crap. Now get started.”
Charlie got started, but as soon as Mr. Spaszlowski left, in defiance, he sculpted an effigy of his boss from a massive horse turd and then bashed it with his shovel.
i love the feeling of returning home after a really long time away , you feel all mushy and excited to see your friends and family. you may have your differences but you will always be happy in the end. the feeling of returning to the ones you love after a long period of time it a very happy one and it makes you feel like you will always have some to look forward too and be happy to see
okay so when i return from the home land my parents and family, they will al be so proud about me discovering the horse/pony with a horn on it head, also kknown as the unicorn. when i left all they said was that they love me.
He hoped to return soon, but right now the past was just too painful. Instead he would travel away from those memories to a distant land; perhaps an imaginary land. In due time thing would become more bearable, but for now they were simply the past he refused to look back on.
when i returned to my car, I found all the windows busted. The tires were flat. The fender was dented. I panicked. The parking lot was dark and I could only imagine who was hiding out behind the big dumpster.
Running away is one of the easiest things one can do. Returning to deal with those things is one of the hardest. When you burry all of that down, keep all of those feelings locked away, they begin to grow and flurish; like the spreading of mold or unwanted bacteria until everything is consumed by it. You are no longer what you were.
You made me believe that this is a broken hearted world – tears and unwanted memories. You lowered my self esteem, left me thinking that I’m never going to be good enough for anyone. You brought my hopes up high and crashed them as if they didn’t mean a single thing to you. You took my dreams away, broke apart my love/math equation that used to equal to the both of us, together, hand in hand, as invincible as can be. You hurt me. You led me into my solitary land and loneliness trap because of that girl you made out with at the imbecilic pool party. You didn’t even know her, you drunken fool. For 3 months, I don’t deserve this. That is all.
Now you want me back? I’m sorry, this is a point of no return.
i went back just to see if it was how i’d remembered it, it wasn’t it depressed me, but i knew that in the end, everything would be okay. i wish that i had paid more attention & enjoyed it while i was there, but my stupidity kept me from realizing how precious time really is.
I have returned to myself. hopefully for good thistime. its so easy to brach away and get caught up in the demons that haunt us. but i promise i will never hold their hands again. How ever promises, are not always fulfilled.
It’s been years, since your body went flat, but even memories of that are all thick and dull, all gravel and grass. But years take their toll and things get bent into shape. The worst of it now, I can’t remember your face. Return.
he licked the envelope, and put on a new stamp. he slid the envelope to the guy behind the counter and was glad that he ws done with this whole ordeal.
i used to be certain that you would return, yet another time, after you broke my heart, again. Now, I wish you would stay away, and buy a picket fence, and pretend you never saw my green eyes.
Return, come back. Give me one last goodbye kiss. Give me one more minute to stare into your eyes, to glance at your smile. One last second in your warm embrace, one last second to be in your arms. One last chance to whisper, “I love you.” But it’s too late, you’re already gone. I wish you could return.
they met up at one undefinable place
they felt beyond the mundane things
it was as if they had finally reached the end of the race
but time always catches up; and it still rings
in my ears,
it shines spotlights on your differences
it screams out your flaws for the world to hear
it causes you to question, but somehow it was for the better
we’d have stayed on that dusty road until a day after forever
but in the back of my eyes i can still feel that familar old burn
we knew we had to leave, and we knew we’d never return.
returning is my dream. returning to the place, returning home i have not yet found. i think we are all on journey in unknown places, and these unknown places could be where they return.
“There’s no point bringing those bottles in here, son. Can’t you read? No Deposit, No Return. That’s what it says right there on the sign, or are you blind as well as stupid?”
“No mister, I just wanted to get a few pennies to go to the pictures. Won’t ya take em, mister. I cleaned them ‘n all?”
“G’wan outta that ya little cur and take them bottles with ya!”
“I tell ya what, mister, why don’t I stick them up your hole? Then we’ll see if there’s a return on your deposit!”
I returned, like he asked, but i had little to return to,
“I didn’t know it was so bad,” I said, my voice thick with tears. I kicked the charred remains of a red polish block. “This was the piano.” Jane nodded, unfeeling.
“Grandpa always asked me to come, but I never did. Not until it all burned down anyway. Thanks for coming with me Jane, I couldn’t face it alone.”
:
No deposit, no return, no foolin”. That’s how it is today. recycling is serious stuff. And it doesn’t work. Just don’t buy it in the first place. You willl notice I can’t type. Pitiful.
in return, you must love others as I have loved you. you shall go through life with an open heart and a kind soul, ready to love all who you encounter with the same brotherly love. of course, you will love some more than others, but all must be loved with a certain amount of genuine care and respect.
Return—one day I’ll return to you. Maybe we won’t recognize each other, maybe it won’t matter. Maybe we could merely observe them from a distance and draw some conclusions about the paths we’ve taken.
If there was a door of me,
I thought it was best to leave it be,
To let the wind come as it pleased,
And make the best of the visitors it brought,
Yet now I am closing the door,
Because I am done,
I don’t want any more,
This is too much,
And I can’t take it,
So if you come to visit,
Don’t expect me to answer,
Leave, because that would be the best thing.
To return the gift I gave you personally is a real stab in the leg. Why would you get rid of something I spent hours and hours to make? Does it hurt to be a little thankful?
His return was a funny thing. Nobody expected it. After having a refund on his current movie, he decided to rent another. However, he wanted to keep it. Never returned it. Never… He was a sad man. He’d rather sit inside his apartment watching movies than going outside and meeting people, and engaging, and having fun, and learning new things, and making new friends, and just… living. And yet then he had bounced back, he had made a new beginning… a new story. He returned his movie, and literally returned to life. And his return was wonderful, and his return was magnificent, and his return was brave, and his return was awkward, and yet his return was a funny thing. How a man could die due to his funniest debts.
“the prodigal son returns!”, He chuckled as Robby walked through the door. Robby was down on his luck and hated coming back here. He swore that he wasn’t going to repeat the sins of the past. He didn’t want to get sucked back in to his old life, he wasn’t cut out for this type of work. But that was the problem, this was the only work he could get, and he was good at it. Robby was at a crossroads…
The return. This makes me think of Joseph Campbell haha. But not all stories have a return. Sometimes, the main character gets unlucky enough to never make it home. That’s when its a true tragedy.
When I return home I am not the same person. Wait, that is no longer my home, I am not returning to my home. I am revisiting my past. When you return does it always mean to what you knew then. It doesn’t work like when you press return or enter, that it means it won’t change from what you wrote. When you press return in the end of life, will things b the same or will you want to use the backspace.
when you go somewhere you have to come back. for example if you borrow a book from the library, the librarian will tell you a date to bring it back and this is what it means to return a book. or, if you leave the country for vacation, you have a return flight, which is a flight that will take you from your vacation back home. this is what it means to return!
I love the feeling of returning from a long trip somewhere. It really makes you appreciate what you have at home. Or going back to the place you grew up. That feeling of coming home. The nostalgia of it all.
what i would truly give to return to having meaningful friendships, people to turn to for, well, anything. it would be nice to have somebody to understand me once again.
Return to me. A song by Needtobreathe. I love it. I love them. Not relating to the song, I wish I could return to who I am. I don’t feel like me anymore. I feel lonely, I’m not outgoing, I care about what everyone thinks, I don’t let loose. If I could return to Baldwin-Wallace, I would. But I can’t. So I have to return to me. And I don’t know how to do it and it’s driving me insane.
Have you come back for good my dear? Are you only here to question my doh? I’m afraid you’ll leave me again my darling. Never to return again. That thought scares me, but it draws me closer to you. It makes to sense, yet it does.
I wonder what it’d be like to return back to that time and place where we first met. Would I do anything differently? Would I have done things differently if I understood what limited time we’d have together?
Running away is one of the easiest things one can do. Returning to deal with those things is one of the hardest. When you burry all of that down, keep all of those feelings locked away, they begin to grow and flourish; like the spreading of mold or unwanted bacteria until everything is consumed by it. You are no longer what you were.
The place of no return.
How do you know it, if that’s where you come back to?
Isn’t it usually that spot where you’ve been before and you came back from the edge, having teetered over and kissed death, deciding that for your newborn arms and legs, it was best to come crawling back to life and resting in the false embrace of half-hearted securities?
It’s that place where you can’t go, because it hurts too much and only when it hurst can you know that’s where you ought to be.
I have returned to myself. hopefully for good thistime. its so easy to brach away and get caught up in the demons that haunt us, but i promise i will never hold their hands again. However promises, are not always fulfilled.
“Oh, I don’t want to return to this old crap,” Charlie said to his boss.
“Listen, Charlie,” Mr. Spazlowski said, “you got hired to shovel out the horse stalls. You got fired. You begged for your old job back. There’s nothing for you to do except this old crap. Now get started.”
Charlie got started, but as soon as Mr. Spaszlowski left, in defiance, he sculpted an effigy of his boss from a massive horse turd and then bashed it with his shovel.
He smelled like poo for a week.
i love the feeling of returning home after a really long time away , you feel all mushy and excited to see your friends and family. you may have your differences but you will always be happy in the end. the feeling of returning to the ones you love after a long period of time it a very happy one and it makes you feel like you will always have some to look forward too and be happy to see
okay so when i return from the home land my parents and family, they will al be so proud about me discovering the horse/pony with a horn on it head, also kknown as the unicorn. when i left all they said was that they love me.
He hoped to return soon, but right now the past was just too painful. Instead he would travel away from those memories to a distant land; perhaps an imaginary land. In due time thing would become more bearable, but for now they were simply the past he refused to look back on.
when i returned to my car, I found all the windows busted. The tires were flat. The fender was dented. I panicked. The parking lot was dark and I could only imagine who was hiding out behind the big dumpster.
Running away is one of the easiest things one can do. Returning to deal with those things is one of the hardest. When you burry all of that down, keep all of those feelings locked away, they begin to grow and flurish; like the spreading of mold or unwanted bacteria until everything is consumed by it. You are no longer what you were.
You made me believe that this is a broken hearted world – tears and unwanted memories. You lowered my self esteem, left me thinking that I’m never going to be good enough for anyone. You brought my hopes up high and crashed them as if they didn’t mean a single thing to you. You took my dreams away, broke apart my love/math equation that used to equal to the both of us, together, hand in hand, as invincible as can be. You hurt me. You led me into my solitary land and loneliness trap because of that girl you made out with at the imbecilic pool party. You didn’t even know her, you drunken fool. For 3 months, I don’t deserve this. That is all.
Now you want me back? I’m sorry, this is a point of no return.
I take that back, I am not sorry.
Time to return to the place I was before.
Return to the person I used to be.
Return to the people I used to like.
Fuck that. Why return?
I will return to the present and meet new people that I will end up not liking.
i went back just to see if it was how i’d remembered it, it wasn’t it depressed me, but i knew that in the end, everything would be okay. i wish that i had paid more attention & enjoyed it while i was there, but my stupidity kept me from realizing how precious time really is.
I have returned to myself. hopefully for good thistime. its so easy to brach away and get caught up in the demons that haunt us. but i promise i will never hold their hands again. How ever promises, are not always fulfilled.
It’s been years, since your body went flat, but even memories of that are all thick and dull, all gravel and grass. But years take their toll and things get bent into shape. The worst of it now, I can’t remember your face. Return.
Return- OK Go.
I don’t own these lyrics.
he licked the envelope, and put on a new stamp. he slid the envelope to the guy behind the counter and was glad that he ws done with this whole ordeal.
i used to be certain that you would return, yet another time, after you broke my heart, again. Now, I wish you would stay away, and buy a picket fence, and pretend you never saw my green eyes.
Return, come back. Give me one last goodbye kiss. Give me one more minute to stare into your eyes, to glance at your smile. One last second in your warm embrace, one last second to be in your arms. One last chance to whisper, “I love you.” But it’s too late, you’re already gone. I wish you could return.
they met up at one undefinable place
they felt beyond the mundane things
it was as if they had finally reached the end of the race
but time always catches up; and it still rings
in my ears,
it shines spotlights on your differences
it screams out your flaws for the world to hear
it causes you to question, but somehow it was for the better
we’d have stayed on that dusty road until a day after forever
but in the back of my eyes i can still feel that familar old burn
we knew we had to leave, and we knew we’d never return.
returning is my dream. returning to the place, returning home i have not yet found. i think we are all on journey in unknown places, and these unknown places could be where they return.
“There’s no point bringing those bottles in here, son. Can’t you read? No Deposit, No Return. That’s what it says right there on the sign, or are you blind as well as stupid?”
“No mister, I just wanted to get a few pennies to go to the pictures. Won’t ya take em, mister. I cleaned them ‘n all?”
“G’wan outta that ya little cur and take them bottles with ya!”
“I tell ya what, mister, why don’t I stick them up your hole? Then we’ll see if there’s a return on your deposit!”
I returned, like he asked, but i had little to return to,
“I didn’t know it was so bad,” I said, my voice thick with tears. I kicked the charred remains of a red polish block. “This was the piano.” Jane nodded, unfeeling.
“Grandpa always asked me to come, but I never did. Not until it all burned down anyway. Thanks for coming with me Jane, I couldn’t face it alone.”
:
No deposit, no return, no foolin”. That’s how it is today. recycling is serious stuff. And it doesn’t work. Just don’t buy it in the first place. You willl notice I can’t type. Pitiful.
I’m drawing a blank. All I know is, if I ever leave you to travel, I want to return, Lovey. I don’t want to be gone forever. I will return.
in return, you must love others as I have loved you. you shall go through life with an open heart and a kind soul, ready to love all who you encounter with the same brotherly love. of course, you will love some more than others, but all must be loved with a certain amount of genuine care and respect.
Return—one day I’ll return to you. Maybe we won’t recognize each other, maybe it won’t matter. Maybe we could merely observe them from a distance and draw some conclusions about the paths we’ve taken.
return back to me, my connection to my whole peice, for you are my peace.
If I could return to how it was
If I could only say it all again
I wouldn’t change it
I would embrace it for what it was
I would thrive on it
If only.
If there was a door of me,
I thought it was best to leave it be,
To let the wind come as it pleased,
And make the best of the visitors it brought,
Yet now I am closing the door,
Because I am done,
I don’t want any more,
This is too much,
And I can’t take it,
So if you come to visit,
Don’t expect me to answer,
Leave, because that would be the best thing.
To return the gift I gave you personally is a real stab in the leg. Why would you get rid of something I spent hours and hours to make? Does it hurt to be a little thankful?
His return was a funny thing. Nobody expected it. After having a refund on his current movie, he decided to rent another. However, he wanted to keep it. Never returned it. Never… He was a sad man. He’d rather sit inside his apartment watching movies than going outside and meeting people, and engaging, and having fun, and learning new things, and making new friends, and just… living. And yet then he had bounced back, he had made a new beginning… a new story. He returned his movie, and literally returned to life. And his return was wonderful, and his return was magnificent, and his return was brave, and his return was awkward, and yet his return was a funny thing. How a man could die due to his funniest debts.
“the prodigal son returns!”, He chuckled as Robby walked through the door. Robby was down on his luck and hated coming back here. He swore that he wasn’t going to repeat the sins of the past. He didn’t want to get sucked back in to his old life, he wasn’t cut out for this type of work. But that was the problem, this was the only work he could get, and he was good at it. Robby was at a crossroads…
The return. This makes me think of Joseph Campbell haha. But not all stories have a return. Sometimes, the main character gets unlucky enough to never make it home. That’s when its a true tragedy.
“The return of the Je – wait, no, that’ used before.”
“I didn’t know if you were gonna say Jedi or Jesus.”
“…Return of the Jesus?”
“Yes.”
“THE Jesus?”
“Yeah. As opposed to Jesús down the street.”
“I heard that!” Jesús barked from his upstairs window. We kept kicking at fallen leaves and laughed quite a bit about the coming of the Jesus man.
Because the Jesus man saves kittens.
When I return home I am not the same person. Wait, that is no longer my home, I am not returning to my home. I am revisiting my past. When you return does it always mean to what you knew then. It doesn’t work like when you press return or enter, that it means it won’t change from what you wrote. When you press return in the end of life, will things b the same or will you want to use the backspace.
when you go somewhere you have to come back. for example if you borrow a book from the library, the librarian will tell you a date to bring it back and this is what it means to return a book. or, if you leave the country for vacation, you have a return flight, which is a flight that will take you from your vacation back home. this is what it means to return!
I love the feeling of returning from a long trip somewhere. It really makes you appreciate what you have at home. Or going back to the place you grew up. That feeling of coming home. The nostalgia of it all.