that’s what i’m supposed to do to my nook to make it into a tablet and play netflix videos and other stuff. it’s geek stuff, but you KNOW i can figure it out. ‘rootin my nook’, yeah. it has to do with root access to the OS…
the core of a tree or something that two people who are in love do. unless someone thinks dirty and thinks its something that could be done for fun, when really it could be a root of a tree or a root of a apple! it could really mean anything. it doesnt have to mean something dirty, does it?
root of a plant is the basis of its life. It is the basis of all life in fact due to the linkage with other food chains. roots are also eaten directly.
having sex under a tree thats how you root the tree stump that lets the root beneath your arse just keep growing. the root of a plant the root of a thought the root of your hair. cleansing the pure roots of your childhood the root of where you came from since birth and furthermore the indepth theory of what a root is and stands fo can you understand it at all.?
Grass roots. Man, the sixties. That place I used to be, but never lived in. My white middle class fears of being too boring and benign. Man, I want to be in the past. Feel revolution grow underneath my feet. Screw you society for making me normal and incomplete.
The root of something can tell you who they are as a person or thing. A root. it’s something so incredibly simple, yet at the root of everything we find answers. Answers to the questions that keep us up at night. The questions that we are almost too afraid to answer because of our roots.
The beginning of everything. Where it begins. It can be the original, sprung from a seed, or it can be apart of something else, cut and replanted. It’s also a potato. Yummy potato. But when it comes down to it, you have to get to the root to solve the problem.
the root of the problem was the fact that i care to much about what people thing. find it extremely hard to do what comes natural. i constantly find myself first analyzing what someone would think if i did “this” or how it would make me look if i did “that” and the root to that was wanting to be accepted. My biggest mistake.
roots are on trees and roots give nutrients to the trees and the leaves. the root of all problems is the one that is never uncovered and the one that is left buried like a root.
To solve your problems you need to speak out and say what you feel.
You need to get to the root of the problem. She is sad, angry, mad; He is depressed, feeling helpless, confused. But why? There is a deeper reason then what answers the surface might bring. You need to get to the root of the problem to truly understand feelings.
roots are inthe ground, they are part of every thing, his roots lie in the south our america and the east of africa, they lie deep in the crust of the earth where the lava flows and the plates move. the roots, maybe its not global warming but the roots that maeke everything move, that make everything hot and cold.
The root of all evil is money? I don’t think so. I think it is pride. Being proud of the things that money can buy. Money usually comes from achievements. Being proud of achievements. But if you aren’t proud of your accomplishments, where is the incentive to achieve?
Roots of the trees… roots of our families… they both hold things together, our support systems if you will. Yet nobody really knows that much about them… i mean really knows
root of all our problems is ourselves
not letting ourselves grow
or think
not following through with plans
or wants
or needs
just sitting there
the root of all our problems is ourselves
I like additional mathematics, and yea we learn about square roots. its kinda simple actually once u know how to do it, or if you have a calculator. in fact i think even my 3 year old neice can do it, just pressing buttons ya see? anyway back to roots.
The root of it all is that I am so uncertain…
It is like a void that cannot be filled,
It is the incomplete root of the matter,
Not in an organic way, but in an intangible fear of the unknowing kind of way.
Roots rising from the barren, ice-cold soil. They were growing higher and stronger, grasping my ankles and knees and hips and chest, reaching for the hollow of my neck. That’s when I knew I couldn’t take his love anymore.
My family has interesting roots. We all started when my great grandmother was picking roots in the Australian outback. She was encountered by a large savage fellow who proceeded to root her against her will. This is where our clan was born, and we continuing rooting for a better future for our young.
the beginnings of flowers and trees and huge worldly things. Beginnings that are small and frail and too thin to exist, but do. They give birth to light and air and colour, roots sustain and allow nourishment and life.
Foundation. That thought spread (like a tree’s root system would, eh?) to family, friends, things and people which keep us anchored to who we are and who we will be. Our very foundation of our person.
He was there, he nestled in my core.
He stirred something deep inside myself and let me grow apart from it all.
Depriving me of my roots, cutting them off one by one.
The tight binds that have so heavily implanted deep within me.
He finally set me free…
trees have roots. the things than wind under the grass and cement, disrupting foundations and structures. there are other kinds of roots too, ones that are formless. they are what you identify with, the things you remember from childhood. you can’t associate an image with them but you cam always see them in your mind.
roots pulled up, my feet left the ground as i reached for the sky and i pulled and i pulled to detach myself from this unbearable feeling of being attached to earth. i loathed gravity for trying to keep me still. i wanted the sky, i wanted to float up and attach myself between the moon and the sun, to become a star, to be light as a cloud and laugh at the ant-sized people below.
the root of all evil. that money.
he had wanted to get his hands on it for ever
he had the greed that surpasses all understanding
he would kill for that treasure if he must
and with all those around who were
“Daddy, Abby said her mommy said I have bad roots. What does she mean?”
I saw him stare into the distance, right where the greensplattered forest ends and her golden meadow begins, and chuckle. He looked down on me, smiling his strange lopsided smile, and picked me up on his shoulders so smoothly that I could have easily been a bag of salt & vinegar chips.
“Don’t worry about it sweetie,” he whispered. “As long as I water you enough, you’ll be perfectly fine.”
Sometimes I regret not understanding his words until it was too late.
Roots rising from the barren, ice-cold soil. They were growing higher and stronger, grasping my ankles and knees and hips and chest, reaching for the hollow of my neck. That’s when I knew I couldn’t take his love anymore.
I will never know where I came from. Where my roots lead back to.
By Zan on 08.02.2011
To have sex with someone in a violent manner or the part of a tree under the ground which spreads to make other trees kinda like stds (refer to root)
By Paige on 08.02.2011
a root cellar was fool of darkness
By tony on 08.02.2011
Gosh you have already asked me a billion times sex for gods sake SEX!
By Paige on 08.02.2011
that’s what i’m supposed to do to my nook to make it into a tablet and play netflix videos and other stuff. it’s geek stuff, but you KNOW i can figure it out. ‘rootin my nook’, yeah. it has to do with root access to the OS…
By Polly on 08.02.2011
the core of a tree or something that two people who are in love do. unless someone thinks dirty and thinks its something that could be done for fun, when really it could be a root of a tree or a root of a apple! it could really mean anything. it doesnt have to mean something dirty, does it?
By Jasmine on 08.02.2011
I wish I never did that . I’m scared and don’t what do to. I hate him and me. I’m pray ing it comes soon.I’m not ready for it
By spacecadet URL on 08.02.2011
root of a plant is the basis of its life. It is the basis of all life in fact due to the linkage with other food chains. roots are also eaten directly.
By donny on 08.02.2011
having sex under a tree thats how you root the tree stump that lets the root beneath your arse just keep growing. the root of a plant the root of a thought the root of your hair. cleansing the pure roots of your childhood the root of where you came from since birth and furthermore the indepth theory of what a root is and stands fo can you understand it at all.?
By samantha on 08.02.2011
Grass roots. Man, the sixties. That place I used to be, but never lived in. My white middle class fears of being too boring and benign. Man, I want to be in the past. Feel revolution grow underneath my feet. Screw you society for making me normal and incomplete.
By laetitia on 08.02.2011
What is the root of all evil? Desire? Religion? etc. If people can think in a balanced manner… I feel there can be no evil
By Anonymous11 on 08.02.2011
Root is what is the base of all things that exist. Root is from where a tree originates. Without root there would be nothing. Blah blah blah.
By sonam on 08.02.2011
She rooted around in the trunk, sneezed whenever she dislodged another dust-covered relic of Uncle Rama’s past.
“What are you looking for?” Gabriel asked.
“His old Revolutionary War musket, actually.”
“His — ” Gabriel goggled. “If he keeps it in that old trunk, it probably doesn’t exist anymore.”
“You’d be surprised. Old things were made to last.”
By Nagi URL on 08.02.2011
Plants have it. We eat vegetables’ roots for example carrots’. Plants get water by root.
By dfgdg on 08.02.2011
The root of something can tell you who they are as a person or thing. A root. it’s something so incredibly simple, yet at the root of everything we find answers. Answers to the questions that keep us up at night. The questions that we are almost too afraid to answer because of our roots.
By Gabriella on 08.02.2011
The beginning of everything. Where it begins. It can be the original, sprung from a seed, or it can be apart of something else, cut and replanted. It’s also a potato. Yummy potato. But when it comes down to it, you have to get to the root to solve the problem.
By Michele on 08.02.2011
the root of the problem was the fact that i care to much about what people thing. find it extremely hard to do what comes natural. i constantly find myself first analyzing what someone would think if i did “this” or how it would make me look if i did “that” and the root to that was wanting to be accepted. My biggest mistake.
By Briana on 08.02.2011
roots are on trees and roots give nutrients to the trees and the leaves. the root of all problems is the one that is never uncovered and the one that is left buried like a root.
To solve your problems you need to speak out and say what you feel.
By kelly on 08.02.2011
You need to get to the root of the problem. She is sad, angry, mad; He is depressed, feeling helpless, confused. But why? There is a deeper reason then what answers the surface might bring. You need to get to the root of the problem to truly understand feelings.
By Lydia on 08.02.2011
roots are inthe ground, they are part of every thing, his roots lie in the south our america and the east of africa, they lie deep in the crust of the earth where the lava flows and the plates move. the roots, maybe its not global warming but the roots that maeke everything move, that make everything hot and cold.
By Lauren Williamson on 08.02.2011
The root of all evil is money? I don’t think so. I think it is pride. Being proud of the things that money can buy. Money usually comes from achievements. Being proud of achievements. But if you aren’t proud of your accomplishments, where is the incentive to achieve?
By elizabeth b URL on 08.02.2011
plant
roots are underground and help plants get their food and water from earth.
By Selim on 08.02.2011
oh potato
tuberous root
how i malign ye
how we all malign ye
for we will not eat you unless you are dipped in grease
it must be depressing
By Valkyrie URL on 08.02.2011
Roots of the trees… roots of our families… they both hold things together, our support systems if you will. Yet nobody really knows that much about them… i mean really knows
By Sarah on 08.02.2011
Rooted. Root Beer. Roo Roo Roo Your Boat. Roohafzah. Roomy. Roomali Roti. Rooshi. Roobaub. Rooster.
By N on 08.02.2011
root of all our problems is ourselves
not letting ourselves grow
or think
not following through with plans
or wants
or needs
just sitting there
the root of all our problems is ourselves
By Emili URL on 08.02.2011
root. the beginning of everything, a word, a plant, a life
By Sheila URL on 08.02.2011
I like additional mathematics, and yea we learn about square roots. its kinda simple actually once u know how to do it, or if you have a calculator. in fact i think even my 3 year old neice can do it, just pressing buttons ya see? anyway back to roots.
By simplyjes URL on 08.02.2011
The root of it all is that I am so uncertain…
It is like a void that cannot be filled,
It is the incomplete root of the matter,
Not in an organic way, but in an intangible fear of the unknowing kind of way.
By Soher Morsi on 08.02.2011
Roots rising from the barren, ice-cold soil. They were growing higher and stronger, grasping my ankles and knees and hips and chest, reaching for the hollow of my neck. That’s when I knew I couldn’t take his love anymore.
By Anonymous on 08.02.2011
My family has interesting roots. We all started when my great grandmother was picking roots in the Australian outback. She was encountered by a large savage fellow who proceeded to root her against her will. This is where our clan was born, and we continuing rooting for a better future for our young.
By Chris on 08.02.2011
the beginnings of flowers and trees and huge worldly things. Beginnings that are small and frail and too thin to exist, but do. They give birth to light and air and colour, roots sustain and allow nourishment and life.
By Deshani URL on 08.02.2011
Roots are like the constellations of the soil, branching out from connected dots guided by gravity.
By Amrita Rao URL on 08.02.2011
Foundation. That thought spread (like a tree’s root system would, eh?) to family, friends, things and people which keep us anchored to who we are and who we will be. Our very foundation of our person.
By Matt L. URL on 08.02.2011
He was there, he nestled in my core.
He stirred something deep inside myself and let me grow apart from it all.
Depriving me of my roots, cutting them off one by one.
The tight binds that have so heavily implanted deep within me.
He finally set me free…
By Susu on 08.02.2011
trees have roots. the things than wind under the grass and cement, disrupting foundations and structures. there are other kinds of roots too, ones that are formless. they are what you identify with, the things you remember from childhood. you can’t associate an image with them but you cam always see them in your mind.
By chelsea on 08.02.2011
roots pulled up, my feet left the ground as i reached for the sky and i pulled and i pulled to detach myself from this unbearable feeling of being attached to earth. i loathed gravity for trying to keep me still. i wanted the sky, i wanted to float up and attach myself between the moon and the sun, to become a star, to be light as a cloud and laugh at the ant-sized people below.
By ella on 08.02.2011
the root of all evil. that money.
he had wanted to get his hands on it for ever
he had the greed that surpasses all understanding
he would kill for that treasure if he must
and with all those around who were
By Corinne on 08.02.2011
“Daddy, Abby said her mommy said I have bad roots. What does she mean?”
I saw him stare into the distance, right where the greensplattered forest ends and her golden meadow begins, and chuckle. He looked down on me, smiling his strange lopsided smile, and picked me up on his shoulders so smoothly that I could have easily been a bag of salt & vinegar chips.
“Don’t worry about it sweetie,” he whispered. “As long as I water you enough, you’ll be perfectly fine.”
Sometimes I regret not understanding his words until it was too late.
By Anonymous on 08.02.2011
Roots rising from the barren, ice-cold soil. They were growing higher and stronger, grasping my ankles and knees and hips and chest, reaching for the hollow of my neck. That’s when I knew I couldn’t take his love anymore.
By Heini URL on 08.02.2011