this is a new exercise for me…do i talk about how i feel about the word severe? do i write a story that has the word severe in it? i will write about how i feel…I don’t like it when people are severe with me…
like the word sounds. harsh and sharp as the cold blade you use. like a bathtub of ice and you are the fever plunging in. he was severe that day when he pushed the table from him like it were a careless coat. pushed her away and said goodbye. the words can cut worse than the knife.
very critical…something that is crucial…that tends to take a toll on you very badly…it might even have an adverse affect on your life…somethiemes it is so seruious that its a matter od life and death for you
the hail was severe. it was so severe it tore open your eyes with intense light and you skin with intense sharpness. its like an answer to your enimies prayer’s, a call from a forsaken god. it will kill you bef
have you ever felt like if you take the wrong course in life everything will go severely wrong? that things just wont work your way? i thought that once. until i realized that the path i chose to take was my own. and that it would all pan out from there.
She felt a severe pain in her back at the end of each day, one that crept down her spine and settled at the small of her back. It kept her awake at night, though laying down on her bed certainly eased it a little, but never quite enough.
He never knew how severely he had hurt her with his piercing words, not until she slammed the study’s door and left without another word. Outside, he could hear the loud protests of her comrades as she
wind whipping cold in your face and then your eyes water from it and there’s a sort of stinging sensation and holy shit, it’s freezing to your face, your tears are freezing to your face, and fuck this and what are you doing in colorado anyway? why are you here? you didn’t ask to come here, got dragged along, and here you are in your cheap sweater and old tennis shoes walking faster so you can get back and you can’t feel your hands or your feet what is this what is this what
This reminds me of a book that I’m reading right now in English class. It’s the book Things Fall Apart by Chinua Somebody. It’s really interesting so far because it has so many controversial issues in it, like polygamy and womens rights! The reason why it reminds me of this sentence is because in the book, the character Onkonkwo is described as looking ‘severe’.
The severe thundercloud followed Matthew everywhere. He ran out of the office. But the thundercloud followed. He ran to the car. It followed. He hit the accelerator, trying to lose the thundercloud. Then he realized he lived in Portland, Oregon.
Harsh and severe
Pushing and prodding
Moulding and ripping
Changing and keeping
Laughing and crying
Living and dying
There is no harsher Mistress than Love.
Loving and trying
The world towards me. I just want to float along and not be punished for something that isn’t wrong. So I didn’t mail it to you in time. So I skipped class. So I forgot to call you back. Severe. Stop. It doesn’t matter.
so severe could sever my head off. everything is too fucking tense. your eyes are beedy and hard, like the seeds of a thorny bush er something. casting judgement. feeling tense as fuck. you make me nervous. you never stop.
things are severe in the world we are in the middle of war and natural disasters. Has this alway been the case, but because of mass media we are more aware and exposed to what is going on in the world? Or is this unique to this generation? What does it mean for us as a nation and more importantly as a world culture?
Eyebrows drawn, glistening slightly, but much too hard for tears. I knew what I’d done, but wasn’t sure if I could accept the consequences. Consequences I knew would be as severe your eyes.
It’s not that you are a bitch, per say. It’s just that you are a little, hm how do I say it without offending… I would never call you rude or brutal with your words, maybe just a little…severe.
The weather was unbearable, the winds thrashed against the windows. Jasper just hushed
Cindy and hoped that it would pass. He knew that it brought back memories of her worst night. They never talked about it but he knew what happened to her, she will never speak out loud about it but everyone in town knew.
severeity is when you keep bleeding and dont stop
when yu cry at night and listen to nothing but the rainfall
severity is when you have no one to stand by you when you need it the most
when that person you love wont ever come back
and when not evan your own father is there to hold your hand
again severe, still I dont know what it means… again and again asking the same… how to give response for this unknow question. spelling errors… headache… dont want to continue… what to say…. just forget…
it hurts to now how severe things can be in a time of need in a true state of severeity you need someone to stand by your side when that person doesnt appear you die alittle inside. in a severe situation you dont cry but bleed until your nothing but emty.c
He’s got severe depression
Severe anxiety problems
his thoughts enabled by love
the severity of this ‘disease’ called caring
is overwhelming towards all of humanity
Impossible to figure out, he’s managed
to get past the rejection
the hope that some day soon
he might actually be loved back
I was severely late to write this – I switched the page at an inopportune moment and now I have very little time to write, so little. And I waste it complaining of my misfortune.
Its great and deep and dangerous. Its something that splits me in two. I’m so happy, so excited to feel this way about you, but if I say it out loud, what is it going to mean? If I say it to you, will you just shudder and turn away. We’re both falling, its so stark and undeniable, but to go there again, its just scary. I’m going to keep writing out into the void because you make my face flush and red, and my heart ache in memory, my body rise and fall with breath, stretching and yawning to my fingertips, like a cat in the sun. I am in pleasure with you, I am in sync with you, you are a new morning light and can’t say it but I think I fucking love you.
pain I think of enduring pain so intense that its almost to the breaking point but not enough like this pain is severe but I can still hold out cause I can still take it.
A severe look can silence anything. Even the slightest joke at your expense. It’s this look that is special to educating your children in the art of Don’t-Fuck-With-Me, or even your family and friends.
Depression. Anxiety. It won’t let us breathe, it tears us to pieces and we can only watch as helpless victims, while it ruins the people we love who suffer from it. With love though, we will make it through together. The thief will be brought to justice.
It was severe, the pain burning through her. It rained down on her like the tears threatened to, but she couldn’t let go, couldn’t let them run down her cheeks and plop onto the ground. She bit her lip, choked back her cry, and smacked her head on the table. Once, twice, thrice. She breathed out, breathed in. Why!? Why…
The severity of the early afternoon wasn’t in the passing dimension of time, but in the simple fact that the dreams once stumbled upon when waking were slowly falling further out of reach and up the lane of eternal loss.
my art teacher’s face. i once did a piece in that class, called the elephant’s sneeze. I eventually gave up on the acrylic painting, and threw colors at it and marveled at the marbling of paint.
so much pain and hurt. i can’t handle the severity of this issue i’m in right now. why does it always have to be like this. i always feel such acute pain, or wanting. so much desire. i’m severely disturbed… this isn’t good. i just need to let go. i need to understand it won’t always go the way i want. please.
a thing which connect multiple computres . remembers me about banks , atms ect
love to repair
severe, harsh, cold, cold-hearted, mean, disrespectful, pain, unnecessary…
“i have a severe problem,” he says, eyes sad and downcast.
“what?”
“i think i made a really bad mistake,” he says, but you see past the ‘sadness’ and you spot the gleam of mischief hidden in his brown orbs.
“oh, that’s okay, as long as i’m your mistake,” you say, and turn back to the TV where mario kart’s on the screen.
this is a new exercise for me…do i talk about how i feel about the word severe? do i write a story that has the word severe in it? i will write about how i feel…I don’t like it when people are severe with me…
It’s dark enough as it is is. The thunder doesn’t help, nor does the cold rain that comes down in sheets, beating against my skin like tiny beads.
like the word sounds. harsh and sharp as the cold blade you use. like a bathtub of ice and you are the fever plunging in. he was severe that day when he pushed the table from him like it were a careless coat. pushed her away and said goodbye. the words can cut worse than the knife.
very critical…something that is crucial…that tends to take a toll on you very badly…it might even have an adverse affect on your life…somethiemes it is so seruious that its a matter od life and death for you
the hail was severe. it was so severe it tore open your eyes with intense light and you skin with intense sharpness. its like an answer to your enimies prayer’s, a call from a forsaken god. it will kill you bef
have you ever felt like if you take the wrong course in life everything will go severely wrong? that things just wont work your way? i thought that once. until i realized that the path i chose to take was my own. and that it would all pan out from there.
She felt a severe pain in her back at the end of each day, one that crept down her spine and settled at the small of her back. It kept her awake at night, though laying down on her bed certainly eased it a little, but never quite enough.
This cold I have obtained
It hurts my head
drowns the sound
Feel so dead
lethal, blood, stress, brain damage, changes,damage, cutting off, unhealthinees,
He never knew how severely he had hurt her with his piercing words, not until she slammed the study’s door and left without another word. Outside, he could hear the loud protests of her comrades as she
wind whipping cold in your face and then your eyes water from it and there’s a sort of stinging sensation and holy shit, it’s freezing to your face, your tears are freezing to your face, and fuck this and what are you doing in colorado anyway? why are you here? you didn’t ask to come here, got dragged along, and here you are in your cheap sweater and old tennis shoes walking faster so you can get back and you can’t feel your hands or your feet what is this what is this what
This reminds me of a book that I’m reading right now in English class. It’s the book Things Fall Apart by Chinua Somebody. It’s really interesting so far because it has so many controversial issues in it, like polygamy and womens rights! The reason why it reminds me of this sentence is because in the book, the character Onkonkwo is described as looking ‘severe’.
Its really strong. Bad. Hard. Painful. Nearly fatal. You can probably recover. But it’s bad.
The severe thundercloud followed Matthew everywhere. He ran out of the office. But the thundercloud followed. He ran to the car. It followed. He hit the accelerator, trying to lose the thundercloud. Then he realized he lived in Portland, Oregon.
Harsh and severe
Pushing and prodding
Moulding and ripping
Changing and keeping
Laughing and crying
Living and dying
There is no harsher Mistress than Love.
Loving and trying
The world towards me. I just want to float along and not be punished for something that isn’t wrong. So I didn’t mail it to you in time. So I skipped class. So I forgot to call you back. Severe. Stop. It doesn’t matter.
so severe could sever my head off. everything is too fucking tense. your eyes are beedy and hard, like the seeds of a thorny bush er something. casting judgement. feeling tense as fuck. you make me nervous. you never stop.
things are severe in the world we are in the middle of war and natural disasters. Has this alway been the case, but because of mass media we are more aware and exposed to what is going on in the world? Or is this unique to this generation? What does it mean for us as a nation and more importantly as a world culture?
Eyebrows drawn, glistening slightly, but much too hard for tears. I knew what I’d done, but wasn’t sure if I could accept the consequences. Consequences I knew would be as severe your eyes.
It’s not that you are a bitch, per say. It’s just that you are a little, hm how do I say it without offending… I would never call you rude or brutal with your words, maybe just a little…severe.
The weather was unbearable, the winds thrashed against the windows. Jasper just hushed
Cindy and hoped that it would pass. He knew that it brought back memories of her worst night. They never talked about it but he knew what happened to her, she will never speak out loud about it but everyone in town knew.
severeity is when you keep bleeding and dont stop
when yu cry at night and listen to nothing but the rainfall
severity is when you have no one to stand by you when you need it the most
when that person you love wont ever come back
and when not evan your own father is there to hold your hand
again severe, still I dont know what it means… again and again asking the same… how to give response for this unknow question. spelling errors… headache… dont want to continue… what to say…. just forget…
it hurts to now how severe things can be in a time of need in a true state of severeity you need someone to stand by your side when that person doesnt appear you die alittle inside. in a severe situation you dont cry but bleed until your nothing but emty.c
He’s got severe depression
Severe anxiety problems
his thoughts enabled by love
the severity of this ‘disease’ called caring
is overwhelming towards all of humanity
Impossible to figure out, he’s managed
to get past the rejection
the hope that some day soon
he might actually be loved back
severe, I know what it means. still I don’t know what it means… weather it is a condition of a patent or seveiarness of a patent. it dont know
I was severely late to write this – I switched the page at an inopportune moment and now I have very little time to write, so little. And I waste it complaining of my misfortune.
Its great and deep and dangerous. Its something that splits me in two. I’m so happy, so excited to feel this way about you, but if I say it out loud, what is it going to mean? If I say it to you, will you just shudder and turn away. We’re both falling, its so stark and undeniable, but to go there again, its just scary. I’m going to keep writing out into the void because you make my face flush and red, and my heart ache in memory, my body rise and fall with breath, stretching and yawning to my fingertips, like a cat in the sun. I am in pleasure with you, I am in sync with you, you are a new morning light and can’t say it but I think I fucking love you.
pain I think of enduring pain so intense that its almost to the breaking point but not enough like this pain is severe but I can still hold out cause I can still take it.
severe has three e’s in it. that’s weird. i like the way the word looks, but not what the word stands for. aesthetics is enough for me.
severe
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severe
severe
severe
severe
severe
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A severe look can silence anything. Even the slightest joke at your expense. It’s this look that is special to educating your children in the art of Don’t-Fuck-With-Me, or even your family and friends.
Oh, if only those daggers could kill at times…
Depression. Anxiety. It won’t let us breathe, it tears us to pieces and we can only watch as helpless victims, while it ruins the people we love who suffer from it. With love though, we will make it through together. The thief will be brought to justice.
It was severe, the pain burning through her. It rained down on her like the tears threatened to, but she couldn’t let go, couldn’t let them run down her cheeks and plop onto the ground. She bit her lip, choked back her cry, and smacked her head on the table. Once, twice, thrice. She breathed out, breathed in. Why!? Why…
The severity of the early afternoon wasn’t in the passing dimension of time, but in the simple fact that the dreams once stumbled upon when waking were slowly falling further out of reach and up the lane of eternal loss.
my art teacher’s face. i once did a piece in that class, called the elephant’s sneeze. I eventually gave up on the acrylic painting, and threw colors at it and marveled at the marbling of paint.
If we do not act now, we will face several severe consequences.
so much pain and hurt. i can’t handle the severity of this issue i’m in right now. why does it always have to be like this. i always feel such acute pain, or wanting. so much desire. i’m severely disturbed… this isn’t good. i just need to let go. i need to understand it won’t always go the way i want. please.