falling slowly, can’t breathe, you come into my heart again and again pushing me down further and furtherr from the life i am living every single day. i am in love and you are the only buoy i want. sinking sinking sinking
Sinking. I was sinking before. When I dwelled on the fact that I know nothing about nothing, when I was overwhelmingly sad all the time. But then I just didn’t care anymore. And I stopped sinking. Now I kick the thoughts of inadequacy out of my mind and I replace them with hope. A hope that someday things will get better, things will change. A hope that i’ll never ever go back to sinking.
Hair swirling and limbs made heavy by the force of water, they floundered. Each gesture was slowed, each movement exaggerated by the force required to move. Weariness grew with every thrash of the arms. There was no hope.
sinking into the deep abyss. no where to go. no where to turn. sinking. lower and lower. when will it end. a black hole. emptyness. regret. can i turn back? is there light in the other direction? swimming. harder, and harder. farther and farther. dark. alone. sinking.
SINKING–THE TITANIC. iT CAN BE DESCRIBED AS A FAILURE. iT WAS A FAILURE TO FORESEE THE FUTURE, TO CONSIDER THINGS THAT NEEDED CONSIDERING. tIME, PRIDE, MONEY–tHEY ALL TOOK PRECIDENCE OVER THE LIVES OF OTHERS.
I’m going to sink my way off this island. Those were the words Kate said to Jack, was it the second season? It wasn’t clear whether they were in love. I’ve thought about this myself, since. When I’m on the beach, bare toes. The rush of the waves flows in and out, and I sink lower and deeper into the sand. It’s as if the waves are pulling me into the sea, and at some point I’m not sure when, I think that I am no longer on the shore. That I’ve left land behind.
I don’t know what to do anymore
Everything I do, I fail.
I’m sinking into the darkness of my mind,
The doubt,
The depression.
I wish I could see my way away from the mirages my conscious has set up
But I’m blinded
I’m blinded by nothing
But myself
and I’m drowning
I am sinking in the shallows of this world. I suck at writing and that is why I am sinking.
Come on why its taking so long for the progress bar to complete. Come on sink… Sink quickly.
There was a sinking feeling in her gut. She knew that one of her friends wasn’t going to make it out alive, and she knew it would probably be her. Her heart bounded against her chest and she let out a heavy breath filled with fear and anguish.
The ship was sinking. Obviously. There was water pouring through every imaginable hole, even through unimaginable holes – the boat was filling up. People weren’t quite at the stage of panic yet; they were merely staring at the increasing sea level within the walls and staring, thinking, way too slowly, about how this problem was to be solved.
I always said whatever floats your boat to others, letting them make their own decisions and still supporting them. But all along I didn’t notice that mine was slowly sinking down into the deep. I was lost in a sea of darkness. I didn’t know if there was any way to get out of it anymore. It was as if I were trapped. I was too busy helping others with their lives to focus on my own. Who could’ve known that it would’ve come to this?
The boat dipped beneath my feet, sending rapid waves of nausea through my bones. The boat was indeed sinking, taking everything dear to me down with it. I didn’t want to be here. I can’t swim. I lurched to the edge, sick with the thought of death.
The village is sinking? The village is sinking!! down down down it goes. the constructors shoulda thought about that before they put the village on the edge of a cliff. now all is lost. the children will never grow old. the parents will never get to raise teenagers because all is LOST! Lost i tell you! gone forever! all because the village is sinking.
when i get overwhelmed, I feel like I’m sinking. Sinking from the weight of what is needed and what is expected of me. What I feel when I’m at school. When I’m surrounded by people who are much smarter than I am. When I get too scared to say what I feel, I’m sinking.
sinking is the act of falling through some sort of liquid preferably water. sinking in oil would be………………………………………………….quite the slippery experience. pun unintended but still made me happy :))
Everything’s sinking. Everyone’s sinking. The dreams. The hopes. The illusions. All drowning. Good things only seem good because people are so desperate for goodness after long lasting misery. But then. Sinking. Sinking illusion.
im drowning in all this false hope. down, down i go…
this is what you’ve done to me.
i don’t know how i’ve left it get this far.
never again.
false promises, mean nothing
im happy to forget you and
the way you’ve made me feel.
I was sinking. Sinking into a love that consumed me. I was drowning, but it was the best feeling I had ever experienced. How had I survived before this? She held me, arms tightly pulling me to her, and I had never felt safer. I was sure I would never feel that safe again without her.
She could feel the sinking feeling of the rock as it went down into the dark deep of the water. She imagined the cold surrounding it, slowly, but surely, only cancelled out by the trapped sunlight inside itself.
sinking, falling, into the ocean, with the fish, a beautiful coral reef with a yellow submarine, the sun shining down to the bottom of the ocean,gorgeous teal sand. rainbow fish. sharks and dolphins.
i feel sinking right now, my whole life. geez poor me, i don;’t mean it like that. I just mean that my life is not turning out like i thought, and i was so sure i’d be different. but i[‘m not. i’m just overwhelmingly average. all my dreams and goals, ill the things i’ve thought have sunk down and i feel like i’m not me, but maybe i’m more me than i’ve ever been before.
sinking into despair?
no that is not what this is, this is sinking into your hand your heart your eyes. Dont look at at me that way, that look is poison, sweet sweet poison to my soul, my love, my eyes.
The rock was sinking. Alyssa threw it in to see the splash she knew it would make. She didn’t realize it would be lost for good. It was such a pretty rock too. All shiny and pink. She wanted to add it to her rock collection
We were all going down, and we knew it. No hope, just the cold, iron sea awaiting below the few pieces of debris we clung to so desperately. How I wish I would’ve done this all differently, with all of them, with him.
when i have nothing else to think about. no one reads no one knows. where do i go in the end? where did i come from? i am not no i am not. there is nothing i ought to know.
It’s the sinking feeling of being alone.
Sinking can be a verb, but there is used as an adjective.
Sinking. Used with a negative connotation here, though not necessarily always a bad thing.
I feel like just jumping into the turmoil. Just once. Maybe it will stop the churning, tumbling thoughts throwing themselves against the shores of the inside of my own head.
I’m always sinking. I feel as if my whole world is weighing me down to the point i can’t reach the air above. I’m a strong swimmer but i can’t keep my head above water. Happiness is the air up above and my problems are to heavy to burden causing a sinking feeling.
THis sinking feeling is crazy. The boat is sinking. Yep. Dark, gloomy, windy. waves whipping around. lightning shatters the air. Passengers scream as they are forced to drown or get wet. This is longer than 60 seconds.
well im just smoking with my friend. waiting for a pizza. feeling it in my mind and in my soul. im high as fuck. and trippy, trippy trippy. smoke weed everyday please. get ssome bitch, lets go fucking downstate and get fucked up. i cant wait. its going to be the shit.
falling slowly, can’t breathe, you come into my heart again and again pushing me down further and furtherr from the life i am living every single day. i am in love and you are the only buoy i want. sinking sinking sinking
a feeling when all is fleeing. a ship in trouble, a soul that would rather forget.
Sinking. I was sinking before. When I dwelled on the fact that I know nothing about nothing, when I was overwhelmingly sad all the time. But then I just didn’t care anymore. And I stopped sinking. Now I kick the thoughts of inadequacy out of my mind and I replace them with hope. A hope that someday things will get better, things will change. A hope that i’ll never ever go back to sinking.
Hair swirling and limbs made heavy by the force of water, they floundered. Each gesture was slowed, each movement exaggerated by the force required to move. Weariness grew with every thrash of the arms. There was no hope.
sinking into the deep abyss. no where to go. no where to turn. sinking. lower and lower. when will it end. a black hole. emptyness. regret. can i turn back? is there light in the other direction? swimming. harder, and harder. farther and farther. dark. alone. sinking.
SINKING–THE TITANIC. iT CAN BE DESCRIBED AS A FAILURE. iT WAS A FAILURE TO FORESEE THE FUTURE, TO CONSIDER THINGS THAT NEEDED CONSIDERING. tIME, PRIDE, MONEY–tHEY ALL TOOK PRECIDENCE OVER THE LIVES OF OTHERS.
I’m going to sink my way off this island. Those were the words Kate said to Jack, was it the second season? It wasn’t clear whether they were in love. I’ve thought about this myself, since. When I’m on the beach, bare toes. The rush of the waves flows in and out, and I sink lower and deeper into the sand. It’s as if the waves are pulling me into the sea, and at some point I’m not sure when, I think that I am no longer on the shore. That I’ve left land behind.
I don’t know what to do anymore
Everything I do, I fail.
I’m sinking into the darkness of my mind,
The doubt,
The depression.
I wish I could see my way away from the mirages my conscious has set up
But I’m blinded
I’m blinded by nothing
But myself
and I’m drowning
falling. sinking. drowning. remembering. dieing. floating.
I am sinking in the shallows of this world. I suck at writing and that is why I am sinking.
Come on why its taking so long for the progress bar to complete. Come on sink… Sink quickly.
There was a sinking feeling in her gut. She knew that one of her friends wasn’t going to make it out alive, and she knew it would probably be her. Her heart bounded against her chest and she let out a heavy breath filled with fear and anguish.
The ship was sinking. Obviously. There was water pouring through every imaginable hole, even through unimaginable holes – the boat was filling up. People weren’t quite at the stage of panic yet; they were merely staring at the increasing sea level within the walls and staring, thinking, way too slowly, about how this problem was to be solved.
I felt myself going down, down. The water enveloped my body, tickling its way into every crevice, every nook or cranny.
drowning, death, despear, mental health. Stress. Being a teenager, romance, love, water, floating, hair, etheral, beauty, fear, terror. Full of life.
I always said whatever floats your boat to others, letting them make their own decisions and still supporting them. But all along I didn’t notice that mine was slowly sinking down into the deep. I was lost in a sea of darkness. I didn’t know if there was any way to get out of it anymore. It was as if I were trapped. I was too busy helping others with their lives to focus on my own. Who could’ve known that it would’ve come to this?
Slithering, down the drain in my hair covered skin.
I swear I’m dying.
Hair falling out everywhere, sticking to my sweaty body.
You’d think the hair would clog the drain, but it’s my life that’s doing it.
The boat dipped beneath my feet, sending rapid waves of nausea through my bones. The boat was indeed sinking, taking everything dear to me down with it. I didn’t want to be here. I can’t swim. I lurched to the edge, sick with the thought of death.
The village is sinking? The village is sinking!! down down down it goes. the constructors shoulda thought about that before they put the village on the edge of a cliff. now all is lost. the children will never grow old. the parents will never get to raise teenagers because all is LOST! Lost i tell you! gone forever! all because the village is sinking.
when i get overwhelmed, I feel like I’m sinking. Sinking from the weight of what is needed and what is expected of me. What I feel when I’m at school. When I’m surrounded by people who are much smarter than I am. When I get too scared to say what I feel, I’m sinking.
sinking is the act of falling through some sort of liquid preferably water. sinking in oil would be………………………………………………….quite the slippery experience. pun unintended but still made me happy :))
Everything’s sinking. Everyone’s sinking. The dreams. The hopes. The illusions. All drowning. Good things only seem good because people are so desperate for goodness after long lasting misery. But then. Sinking. Sinking illusion.
Dipping dishes from one sink to the next…sinking.
Slowly going down, to the depths no one else dare go.
It’s getting darker now, slowly losing daylight and my air.
As I look down, I see nothing but a black pit. I try to scramble and pull myself back up to the top, but to no avail.
There are somethings better left unseen, and this is one of them.
im drowning in all this false hope. down, down i go…
this is what you’ve done to me.
i don’t know how i’ve left it get this far.
never again.
false promises, mean nothing
im happy to forget you and
the way you’ve made me feel.
I was sinking. Sinking into a love that consumed me. I was drowning, but it was the best feeling I had ever experienced. How had I survived before this? She held me, arms tightly pulling me to her, and I had never felt safer. I was sure I would never feel that safe again without her.
boats, the titanic, regina spektor, sailing, boating, fALLING overboard,
She could feel the sinking feeling of the rock as it went down into the dark deep of the water. She imagined the cold surrounding it, slowly, but surely, only cancelled out by the trapped sunlight inside itself.
sinking, falling, into the ocean, with the fish, a beautiful coral reef with a yellow submarine, the sun shining down to the bottom of the ocean,gorgeous teal sand. rainbow fish. sharks and dolphins.
sing king sinking falling never enough always apart covered over and buried feeling feeling feeling cold and done.
i feel sinking right now, my whole life. geez poor me, i don;’t mean it like that. I just mean that my life is not turning out like i thought, and i was so sure i’d be different. but i[‘m not. i’m just overwhelmingly average. all my dreams and goals, ill the things i’ve thought have sunk down and i feel like i’m not me, but maybe i’m more me than i’ve ever been before.
sinking into despair?
no that is not what this is, this is sinking into your hand your heart your eyes. Dont look at at me that way, that look is poison, sweet sweet poison to my soul, my love, my eyes.
The rock was sinking. Alyssa threw it in to see the splash she knew it would make. She didn’t realize it would be lost for good. It was such a pretty rock too. All shiny and pink. She wanted to add it to her rock collection
We were all going down, and we knew it. No hope, just the cold, iron sea awaiting below the few pieces of debris we clung to so desperately. How I wish I would’ve done this all differently, with all of them, with him.
when i have nothing else to think about. no one reads no one knows. where do i go in the end? where did i come from? i am not no i am not. there is nothing i ought to know.
It’s the sinking feeling of being alone.
Sinking can be a verb, but there is used as an adjective.
Sinking. Used with a negative connotation here, though not necessarily always a bad thing.
I feel like just jumping into the turmoil. Just once. Maybe it will stop the churning, tumbling thoughts throwing themselves against the shores of the inside of my own head.
I’m always sinking. I feel as if my whole world is weighing me down to the point i can’t reach the air above. I’m a strong swimmer but i can’t keep my head above water. Happiness is the air up above and my problems are to heavy to burden causing a sinking feeling.
THis sinking feeling is crazy. The boat is sinking. Yep. Dark, gloomy, windy. waves whipping around. lightning shatters the air. Passengers scream as they are forced to drown or get wet. This is longer than 60 seconds.
Cars and cats and people. Sinking through the foggy pond water into non existence.
well im just smoking with my friend. waiting for a pizza. feeling it in my mind and in my soul. im high as fuck. and trippy, trippy trippy. smoke weed everyday please. get ssome bitch, lets go fucking downstate and get fucked up. i cant wait. its going to be the shit.