Sometimes I feel like I am sinking.
Look up.
Weights and pulls.
reach
run
reach
swim
The crest is close, like a horizon, I can not get there.
Sometimes I feel like I am sinking.
I’m sinking in I’m sinking in I’m sinking in.
Fuck you, Dispatch. I thought to myself. I hated the singer. He always acted like he was better than me.
What did he know? He was the lead to some random indie band with no followers. I had a real job. I was an accountant. I made real, consistent money. I was organized.
I feel as if I am sinking. Why I feel this way, I have not a clue. My mind is foggy, sloshing around before it takes a final thought then sinks into oblivion. I would prefer to be floating.
Boats floating and hovering above iced waters.
Rippling lines, concentric and never faltering from predestined paths.
Smooth sailing, sinking into relief, sailing, sailing
to a world unknown.
fish don’t sink, because they have these bubble things, and the just float, and swim around. maybe if they were dead, the bubble things would deflate, because I dont think that all fish float to the surface of water all the time, like when a fish dies in a fish bowl, it will have to eventually sink, right?
My heart is sinking into places it hasn’t been in a while. Filling spaces and rising to the surface like a sponge dipped into a hot steamy bath. Releasing slowly and steadily.
I was walking along in the forest. Then I took another step. Squish. My foot was in mud. I tried to pull my foot out but it was sinking into the giant pit of mud!
Sometimes I feel like I am a sinking ship. I seem to be doing things I promised I never would and saying things I never thought I would say. Feeling things I said I wouldn’t feel. It happens sometimes.
She had this sinking feeling… the one that start in the pit of your stomach and rises to your throat–the knot gets bigger and tighter as it rises. She knew in an instant that everything she had ever hoped for her life would never come true. The text message on his phone read, “can’t wait to see you, i have a very special surprise for you tonight.”
boats are what I think about when I think about sinking, sinking is the process when you sink in the ocean and you drown. Death is often related to sinking but in fact, I don’ tlike
Sometimes i get the feeling that i’m sinking in a sea that is full of a raging darkness that swallows even the tiniest glimmer of hope thats in my heart. . .
I’m just so glad that I figured out which direction was up.
sometimes i feel that my heart is sinking in to an unimaginable pit of darness, and that the only thing that holds me up is the breath that i took when i was nearly struggling to breath now i feel my body sinking deeper and depper in to the pit of black, student loans suck!
The light is up there. It’s pretty far away, though. Between it and me are layers of clear blue silk. They’re holding me down, pressing me down farther and farther. The cloth gets blacker as I descend. I can’t breathe; I’m just sinking, sinking, sinking…
I told you I wanted to dive into bed with you, and make all kinds of love. I imagine myself sinking, sinking into you, in body and spirit. We move together, and the more we do the closer we intertwine. Before we know it, we have become one.
Down into the hole in the floor she went. It was like Alice through the looking-glass. Down the manhole to the sewer below as the world we know passed her by.
Oh no! The ship is sinking! We’re going to drawn…I don’t like this feeling…oops, it’s not the ship, it’s my stomach…oy, I’m sea sick…I wouldn’t have believed this as I love the water and everything about it.
falling deep into a bottomless pit, surrounding glass circular walls feeling alone, but not lonely as your brothers soon swarm you from all angles… beginning too feel trapped, sinking into the depths of despair and death before being golloped into another life form.
Plunging, falling, down, down, down. Farther and farther. It’s so loud, so very loud at first. And then it’s quiet. So very very quiet. And you will either float or you will sink. And if you sink, you will bounce like a man on the moon.
I was sinking in the pacific ocean when i went there for a swim as I had forgotten to carry my water float that helped me to stay afloat for long times.Taking it was crucial as without it I just slumped bottom wards whenever my arms and legs got tired.
It can be with a sinking feeling that people start telling you their woes, before the basic ‘how are you’ introductions are completed. Imagine a world where old fashioned protocols of introduction remain.
This sinking feeling. It never gets better. It just gets darker. I still wake up every morning with the thought of her. Of what I could have done better. Of what I could have done to keep her alive. It’s all in the past, I know… but that doesn’t keep the nightmares away. Every morning it’s just me, thoughts of her, and another glass of scotch. I can’t imagine what it will be like when that bottle is finally empty.
I have a sinking feeling all the time lately, it’s like “ah why can’t i get a freaking job?!?! or a boyfriend?”?” what the hell is wrong with me?” and that makes me depressed.
However sinking also makes me think of ships, and titanic and leo and kate and that was an awesome movie.
It’s what happens when I’m overwhelmed. Like someone’s dragging me under the water, and I’m thrashing and fighting tooth and nail to get out there, but I can’t. I’ve never been the best of swimmers but this is a different kind of sinking. I don’t want to drown, and I imagine I’ll scream until my lungs give out, but oh, I’d give anything for a lungful of air.
Sinking can be a deep meaning full word. It can describe a deep emption for something you might be feeling towards. The more you sink into something the deeper it gets.
sinking into the deep of my emotions, into life, friendship, love, childhood, all good and bad things, memories, suny days, rainy days, belgrade and trains
Pre-Approved for a credit card. Every young person gets excited when they start getting offers like that in the mail. They jumped at the opportunity, with no idea what they were getting themselves into. Slowly but surely they were digging deeper into debt. Sinking lower and lower until they couldn’t see the top.
I feel like I am sinking under the weight of all these responsibilities. Is there any way to come out on top of everything? The only thing to do is just work through everything in a steady way. I guess buried is better than sinking.
There’s a sinking feeling in my soul; in my bones when the evil tells me all the bad you could potentially do to me. I try not to listen; i try not to hear but the voices scream so loud its hard to tune them out. It feels like I’m falling into myself, like my ribs are caving down on my lungs crushing me, drowning me in my thoughts and sorrow. And then I see you, and i lift from the depths of my emotion, and resurface into your arms.
All I can see is the surface, slipping away. Reality goes, life goes… I’m sinking into a void, where I am just me. The relaxation of the breathlessness really soothes…
That sinking feeling in your stomach, when nothing has gone wrong just yet but it’s as if you can feel it. The verge of chaos or crisis. It’s like a premonition or a sixth sense as if your body knows what is coming before your mind does…
Sometimes I feel like I am sinking.
Look up.
Weights and pulls.
reach
run
reach
swim
The crest is close, like a horizon, I can not get there.
Sometimes I feel like I am sinking.
The idea of sinking only half a ship is rather absurd. And yet, metaphorically-speaking, that seems to be what politicians engage in every day,
I’m sinking in I’m sinking in I’m sinking in.
Fuck you, Dispatch. I thought to myself. I hated the singer. He always acted like he was better than me.
What did he know? He was the lead to some random indie band with no followers. I had a real job. I was an accountant. I made real, consistent money. I was organized.
From Buchan’s slough of despond we sinking pilgrims drag ourselves, but not with ease or grace.
I stood upon the spagnum moss that looked so green and lush. I should have been wary of its colour for it came from water deep and I was sinking fast.
I feel as if I am sinking. Why I feel this way, I have not a clue. My mind is foggy, sloshing around before it takes a final thought then sinks into oblivion. I would prefer to be floating.
Boats floating and hovering above iced waters.
Rippling lines, concentric and never faltering from predestined paths.
Smooth sailing, sinking into relief, sailing, sailing
to a world unknown.
fish don’t sink, because they have these bubble things, and the just float, and swim around. maybe if they were dead, the bubble things would deflate, because I dont think that all fish float to the surface of water all the time, like when a fish dies in a fish bowl, it will have to eventually sink, right?
Titanic.. Enough said.
falling
water
worries
stress
drowing
plunging
waterfall
plug
plasticine
bubbles
deep
floundering
My heart is sinking into places it hasn’t been in a while. Filling spaces and rising to the surface like a sponge dipped into a hot steamy bath. Releasing slowly and steadily.
I was walking along in the forest. Then I took another step. Squish. My foot was in mud. I tried to pull my foot out but it was sinking into the giant pit of mud!
it is a feeling where you lose the ability to stay static you just go lower and lower nothing you say or do can change what eventually will happen
Sometimes I feel like I am a sinking ship. I seem to be doing things I promised I never would and saying things I never thought I would say. Feeling things I said I wouldn’t feel. It happens sometimes.
She had this sinking feeling… the one that start in the pit of your stomach and rises to your throat–the knot gets bigger and tighter as it rises. She knew in an instant that everything she had ever hoped for her life would never come true. The text message on his phone read, “can’t wait to see you, i have a very special surprise for you tonight.”
O nie znowu to samo. Ludzie czy jedynie jeden wyraz dziennie? I w dodatku w operze nie działa mi licznik czasu. Do niczego. Trudno to nazwać wprawką.
boats are what I think about when I think about sinking, sinking is the process when you sink in the ocean and you drown. Death is often related to sinking but in fact, I don’ tlike
Sometimes i get the feeling that i’m sinking in a sea that is full of a raging darkness that swallows even the tiniest glimmer of hope thats in my heart. . .
I’m just so glad that I figured out which direction was up.
sometimes i feel that my heart is sinking in to an unimaginable pit of darness, and that the only thing that holds me up is the breath that i took when i was nearly struggling to breath now i feel my body sinking deeper and depper in to the pit of black, student loans suck!
The light is up there. It’s pretty far away, though. Between it and me are layers of clear blue silk. They’re holding me down, pressing me down farther and farther. The cloth gets blacker as I descend. I can’t breathe; I’m just sinking, sinking, sinking…
I told you I wanted to dive into bed with you, and make all kinds of love. I imagine myself sinking, sinking into you, in body and spirit. We move together, and the more we do the closer we intertwine. Before we know it, we have become one.
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Down into the hole in the floor she went. It was like Alice through the looking-glass. Down the manhole to the sewer below as the world we know passed her by.
Oh no! The ship is sinking! We’re going to drawn…I don’t like this feeling…oops, it’s not the ship, it’s my stomach…oy, I’m sea sick…I wouldn’t have believed this as I love the water and everything about it.
falling deep into a bottomless pit, surrounding glass circular walls feeling alone, but not lonely as your brothers soon swarm you from all angles… beginning too feel trapped, sinking into the depths of despair and death before being golloped into another life form.
Plunging, falling, down, down, down. Farther and farther. It’s so loud, so very loud at first. And then it’s quiet. So very very quiet. And you will either float or you will sink. And if you sink, you will bounce like a man on the moon.
I was sinking in the pacific ocean when i went there for a swim as I had forgotten to carry my water float that helped me to stay afloat for long times.Taking it was crucial as without it I just slumped bottom wards whenever my arms and legs got tired.
It can be with a sinking feeling that people start telling you their woes, before the basic ‘how are you’ introductions are completed. Imagine a world where old fashioned protocols of introduction remain.
This sinking feeling. It never gets better. It just gets darker. I still wake up every morning with the thought of her. Of what I could have done better. Of what I could have done to keep her alive. It’s all in the past, I know… but that doesn’t keep the nightmares away. Every morning it’s just me, thoughts of her, and another glass of scotch. I can’t imagine what it will be like when that bottle is finally empty.
I have a sinking feeling all the time lately, it’s like “ah why can’t i get a freaking job?!?! or a boyfriend?”?” what the hell is wrong with me?” and that makes me depressed.
However sinking also makes me think of ships, and titanic and leo and kate and that was an awesome movie.
It’s what happens when I’m overwhelmed. Like someone’s dragging me under the water, and I’m thrashing and fighting tooth and nail to get out there, but I can’t. I’ve never been the best of swimmers but this is a different kind of sinking. I don’t want to drown, and I imagine I’ll scream until my lungs give out, but oh, I’d give anything for a lungful of air.
Sinking can be a deep meaning full word. It can describe a deep emption for something you might be feeling towards. The more you sink into something the deeper it gets.
sinking into the deep of my emotions, into life, friendship, love, childhood, all good and bad things, memories, suny days, rainy days, belgrade and trains
Pre-Approved for a credit card. Every young person gets excited when they start getting offers like that in the mail. They jumped at the opportunity, with no idea what they were getting themselves into. Slowly but surely they were digging deeper into debt. Sinking lower and lower until they couldn’t see the top.
sinking into the ever flowing downward dropping destiny forsaken movement of sinking nothingness, drowning dreaming into yesterday, gone gone gone
I feel like I am sinking under the weight of all these responsibilities. Is there any way to come out on top of everything? The only thing to do is just work through everything in a steady way. I guess buried is better than sinking.
There’s a sinking feeling in my soul; in my bones when the evil tells me all the bad you could potentially do to me. I try not to listen; i try not to hear but the voices scream so loud its hard to tune them out. It feels like I’m falling into myself, like my ribs are caving down on my lungs crushing me, drowning me in my thoughts and sorrow. And then I see you, and i lift from the depths of my emotion, and resurface into your arms.
All I can see is the surface, slipping away. Reality goes, life goes… I’m sinking into a void, where I am just me. The relaxation of the breathlessness really soothes…
That sinking feeling in your stomach, when nothing has gone wrong just yet but it’s as if you can feel it. The verge of chaos or crisis. It’s like a premonition or a sixth sense as if your body knows what is coming before your mind does…
the ship is sinking. Sinking fast. People are rushing to get off, save their own lives. No one thought this would happen.