i know was lost ….where could i go to find it back……seashore? garden?drawer?garage?cave?mountian top?ocean?deep well .oh mine where is it.ok never mind,will just change it ,maybe it will better than before.God’s will to lose that.
“Well, well. It’s sure time for somebody to clean up this mess..” He thought as he licked the red liquid off his hands, staring icily at the stone cold body on the floor, a sadistic smile creeping up his bood splattered face.
Somebody. What a great word! It means so much to so many people. It can be such a random idea or such a specific one. I think “somebody” might be a great name for something else, too.
somebody looked at me today. i was wondering where the divas had all come from and noticed this person staring at me. This somebody looked as though they were attempting to decipher a riddle, or understand what I was.
Somebody told me this would not last forever. It must have been somebody who never dealt with chronic pain. Six years and six days since I first felt a flare up. Somebody was wrong. Somebody must have thought they had the answers to my struggle. I will not count on somebody anymore. I will trust my gut. I will rest and relax and be gentle with myself. Somebody must be stopped.
great. he can’t think rationally anymore. he was hoping for somebody, anybody to help him with this insecurity of him. but he didn’t think there is anyone at all to help him with this. he is alone. and forever will be.
I think somebody should answer my questions when I shout them into the universe! How will I ever find solutions if I can’t get any input! What am I supposed to do?
there was somebody following me. clack clack clack went my shoes across the floor of kings cross station. thud, thud thud went some boots behind me. My breathing tore at my throat. clack, clack-clack …
somebody out there is thinking of me with beautiful thoughts. somebody out there knows me for who i am and loves me regardless of my faults. somebody out there is making me blessed. somebody out there is waiting for me. and that somebody doesnt know that im thinking about them
Somebody once said that I would never be rich. I worked out in High School that I was never going to win fame to earn money. I started selling weed in junior high, then meth in college as I got my Law Degree, and built my multinational firm from the ground up as I survived on 4 hours sleep a night for 40 years on Ritalin and desire.
Somebody was the person who I met a year ago.
Somebody was my confidante.
Somebody was the person I fell in love with 7 months ago.
Somebody was the person who made me the happiest.
That somebody is no longer mine.
well. what can i say? i think im head over heels for you, though you dont know that. you’re the one that got away and i regret it. sucks that you live on the other side of the planet and that i forgot how you looked like.
Why can’t we just go back to how things were, maybe I was ignoring the fact that you actually liked me, but that I let it go, because I value our friendship a lot. I don’t know, it would be easier if you would open up now.
someone which means so dear to me, or someone who makes up the presence around me. All that i feel now is somebody that everyone sees but doesn’t hear or bother to understand. Distanced by the analysing of society i have distanced myself so far from reality that i do not know what i know and what i dont. I am just somebody
don’t you want somebody to love, syng ho, gjennom høgtalaren, og eg tenkjer på deg, og på måten du ser på meg medan vinylspelaren spelar, og på korleis lyset veks inn vindauget frå fjorden, og kor kvit du er i skjorta di, kvit og blå og nesten som vinter
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know is a song written by Goethe or something. Somebody is a word for someone, and is used when talking about anyone. I love that world. I’m in love with it. Thank you.
is somone and it is important i like sombedy and i dont like somebody but the important thing is that he or she is somebody wheteher or not i like them i am somebody
there are people like me or dont like me or even hate me but its not important
somebody somewhere has it better than me
somebody somewhere has it worse
somebody somewhere is my soulmate
and somebody somewhere is my enemy
somebody somewhere just jumped off a bridge
Somebody told me that they weren’t going to come. It matters more than it seems, because this somebody happened to a certain somebody. Somebody special.
I love somebody. Her name is Zoya she’s my life. m=She doesnt like me but I do. It’s because of her I’m like this I hope one day I get that somebody and be happy as I think dreams to come true in real life
Somebody’s cold and wet and lonely, somebody is crying but you can’t see their tears for the rain. Somebody right now is knocking on the door. This time it isn’t me- I won’t be the one who isn’t at home.
Will somebody help me tread the water? I can’t keep swimming, I can’t keep getting pulled under by tides and hands under the shore. A scream floats to the surface in bubbles. Use me, hold me as your anchor, and I drown down to the ocean floor.
Somebody is a person. For Example: Somebody has taken my wallet.
You always want to be somebody.
somebody is going to fail multimedia because he doesn’t want to help with a project
There is only one question for this word…… Are you a somebody??
I saw somebody at the store wearing a blue hat, jeans and red jacket.
i used to know somebody that had a dog named Fred. He also knew somebody that was over 100 years old.
i know was lost ….where could i go to find it back……seashore? garden?drawer?garage?cave?mountian top?ocean?deep well .oh mine where is it.ok never mind,will just change it ,maybe it will better than before.God’s will to lose that.
i know somebody that knows somebody else.
“Well, well. It’s sure time for somebody to clean up this mess..” He thought as he licked the red liquid off his hands, staring icily at the stone cold body on the floor, a sadistic smile creeping up his bood splattered face.
Somebody. What a great word! It means so much to so many people. It can be such a random idea or such a specific one. I think “somebody” might be a great name for something else, too.
somebody looked at me today. i was wondering where the divas had all come from and noticed this person staring at me. This somebody looked as though they were attempting to decipher a riddle, or understand what I was.
Somebody told me this would not last forever. It must have been somebody who never dealt with chronic pain. Six years and six days since I first felt a flare up. Somebody was wrong. Somebody must have thought they had the answers to my struggle. I will not count on somebody anymore. I will trust my gut. I will rest and relax and be gentle with myself. Somebody must be stopped.
great. he can’t think rationally anymore. he was hoping for somebody, anybody to help him with this insecurity of him. but he didn’t think there is anyone at all to help him with this. he is alone. and forever will be.
I think somebody should answer my questions when I shout them into the universe! How will I ever find solutions if I can’t get any input! What am I supposed to do?
there was somebody following me. clack clack clack went my shoes across the floor of kings cross station. thud, thud thud went some boots behind me. My breathing tore at my throat. clack, clack-clack …
somebody out there is thinking of me with beautiful thoughts. somebody out there knows me for who i am and loves me regardless of my faults. somebody out there is making me blessed. somebody out there is waiting for me. and that somebody doesnt know that im thinking about them
Somebody once said that I would never be rich. I worked out in High School that I was never going to win fame to earn money. I started selling weed in junior high, then meth in college as I got my Law Degree, and built my multinational firm from the ground up as I survived on 4 hours sleep a night for 40 years on Ritalin and desire.
Somebody was the person who I met a year ago.
Somebody was my confidante.
Somebody was the person I fell in love with 7 months ago.
Somebody was the person who made me the happiest.
That somebody is no longer mine.
well. what can i say? i think im head over heels for you, though you dont know that. you’re the one that got away and i regret it. sucks that you live on the other side of the planet and that i forgot how you looked like.
a stranger waits on an empty bench, waiting and watching. wanting somebody. but not just anybody. they will be waiting a long time.
Why can’t we just go back to how things were, maybe I was ignoring the fact that you actually liked me, but that I let it go, because I value our friendship a lot. I don’t know, it would be easier if you would open up now.
this just makes me think avout the gotye song.
somebody i used to knoooow!
someone/somebody. the same thing for me
If i knew somebody like you
anyone else but you
I’d try to forget you
and meet you again
it used to point to a person.
Somebody that I used to know. A sentence using it.
It is a subject.
used to point to someone
a pronoun
it means a person
He is somebody that i used to know. is a sentence with the word somebody in it.
does a profile prove my validility
do i disapear when i haven’t written a status
am i gone or have you just forgotten
someone which means so dear to me, or someone who makes up the presence around me. All that i feel now is somebody that everyone sees but doesn’t hear or bother to understand. Distanced by the analysing of society i have distanced myself so far from reality that i do not know what i know and what i dont. I am just somebody
don’t you want somebody to love, syng ho, gjennom høgtalaren, og eg tenkjer på deg, og på måten du ser på meg medan vinylspelaren spelar, og på korleis lyset veks inn vindauget frå fjorden, og kor kvit du er i skjorta di, kvit og blå og nesten som vinter
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know is a song written by Goethe or something. Somebody is a word for someone, and is used when talking about anyone. I love that world. I’m in love with it. Thank you.
is somone and it is important i like sombedy and i dont like somebody but the important thing is that he or she is somebody wheteher or not i like them i am somebody
there are people like me or dont like me or even hate me but its not important
somebody somewhere has it better than me
somebody somewhere has it worse
somebody somewhere is my soulmate
and somebody somewhere is my enemy
somebody somewhere just jumped off a bridge
somebody i once knew
had thing for me
but i was not sure
about me for him.
to be honest
i am not entirely sure about anything anymore
Somebody told me that they weren’t going to come. It matters more than it seems, because this somebody happened to a certain somebody. Somebody special.
I need the courage to go through life as an absolute nobody. Not everyone is able to have it all.
I love somebody. Her name is Zoya she’s my life. m=She doesnt like me but I do. It’s because of her I’m like this I hope one day I get that somebody and be happy as I think dreams to come true in real life
Somebody’s cold and wet and lonely, somebody is crying but you can’t see their tears for the rain. Somebody right now is knocking on the door. This time it isn’t me- I won’t be the one who isn’t at home.
that i used to know , goyte, people, someone, a person, strangers, a person.
Will somebody help me tread the water? I can’t keep swimming, I can’t keep getting pulled under by tides and hands under the shore. A scream floats to the surface in bubbles. Use me, hold me as your anchor, and I drown down to the ocean floor.
somebody knows, i used to think i was secretive but somehow people read me, see through me. fuck.
somebody is somebody not no body but somebody, tall, gentle my somebody who is definitely not nobody but somebody…..my body my somebody, me you