sometimes i wonder if i would be better off without some of my friends. i never talk to isabella and yet she acts as though we’re besties. richard is a bipolar jerk who’s totally sweet most of the time but a complete obsessive meanieface the other half. i just don’t know what to do. is it wrong to dislike their lack of loyalty? or are they really toxic friends?
We split. It ended. Relationships end, and you split. I was so sure, so certain that we could last. I knew we were different. But then the damned day happened, and I knew nothing could ever change your mind. No debates, no jokes, and definitely no tears. I still see you now, and we may laugh, but I’ll never forget that you split.
splitting is never fun. its like splinching in harry potter, it could be very painful. especially relationship splits. they hurt the dear old heart with so much pain to go through you could die. and dieing is definitely not fun. at least i dont think it is.
Split between loyalty and selfishness. Forgive me. Can I be selfish this once? Don’t take them away from me, although I know it is probably the right thing to do. But I can’t bare the pain of losing them to distance. Please, just this once.
I went to the store a bought banana split ice cream, but the banana wasn’t spilt it was pureed! What would posses people to lie about whether a banana was split or pureed?
The split of two beings is a separation. We live with different boxes or categories of our lives that we try to keep split up, but there are moments when they mash together and become blurred. This is the “I’m going to die if this actually happens” moment. You know it.
I broke up into the world into a million pieces. I’m split down the middle. I don’t know what to do with myself. Only that I am upset that no one understands.I am a wolf. I am human. I am all and I am nothing. Please do not hate me for my reckless decisions. Merely understand me for who I am. I am neither whole nor split. I am me.
break-ups.
banana splits; i’ve never liked them. i think they’re gross & they ruin ice cream.
i have to “split” a lot of tabs at work. it’s annoying.
when i leave, sometimes i say “let’s split” & me & whoever i’m with leave.
splitting up sucks.
the first thing that came to mind was a banana split which I have not had since the seventies. I have however just been listening to one of my favourite bands from the seventies Tonto’s expanding headband
split hairs, split decisions, banana split, splitsville. the only one i want today is the banana split. i’ve had all the other ones already. my daughters hair, my friends arguing about religion, my friends breakup. i want something cold and creamy and sweet
Gone. It’s gone. Friendship is so tricky in the way that it can just crack, split, and shatter forever. Often times it can be remedied, others it cannot. It will stay in the same miserable state as it is, and you have no one to blame but yourself.
gymnastics. splits. childhood. nightmares. close your eyes and hope for the best. terror is in the eye of the beholder. shut up, you sociopath! push push!
the skin split from the knife. the blood began to ooze suddenly and nothing seemed to make it stop. people began to run and help me, but it was too late.
When I was young my parents slpit. Now here I am twenty-four years old going through my first divorse. I have found out from grandparents and just taking time out of my day that everyone women in my family has been through divorse, Is this a curse? Come one, those things aren’t real! All I know is that everytime I talk to a guy there is always a distraction to get me away from him. I found my great-grandmothers diary…its confusing. There is all this stuff about how she was a witch or something? Must have been her wild imagination.
My mind is several pieces, all floating around while I think. Sometimes I wonder if I’m another person. Sometimes I know I am. I change and my mind splits. I am two and counting, but no one knows but me.
He split, hairs, I think. But then again, perhaps that is why he looks like he has more than he did yesterday. Double, in fact. I told him that I liked Yul Brynner. He cared not, preferring his method.
when something is split, it means it was at one point, put together. in one piece. whole. like us. we were a couple. a unit. a team. we were ourselves but were were also, somehow eachother, and now instead of one, we are two pieces, and we are very far apart
Split down the middle. Split geographically, ideologically, and socially. This is how the world is today. It is hard for anyone to agree on more than one topic. The larger the population is, the more disagreements there are. This is not anyones fault though. It just comes with the fact that everyone is different. We all come from different places and backgrounds. The key is to build bridges across the split. Bridges of tolerance.
when I split from my ex i thought there would be plenty of men to follow. plenty of opportunity to find happiness again. what i neglected to realize was that the split caused me to change. instead of who i was, i was now someone different, someone with new ideas, expectations and experiences. the split saved my life and made me a better person.
Split. It essence it is the life force of the universe. Only by objects doing splits were we able to have the amazing world we have today. Even the first molecule of time had to split, and the split products of that atom had to split exponentially in order to create the beautiful and mysterious world we see before us today. It is an infinite cycle.
Split in two, banana split, a banana split in two down the length of it. You can see the seeds, the little underdeveloped specks that would have become more bananas had we not engineered them to their own extinction.
In a split second, I started to type my keys. The thoughts rushed into my mind, but my fingers could hardly keep up. I missed a letter a few times, but I had to live with whatever typos I did. I just had to write and write….
Banana splits are good. Bananas and splits. Physical splits are not. You may split your pants. I had a friend that did that, split his groin though. Banana splits are the best splits though. Pants splits are a close second, followed by injuries. Yeah.
split ends, split the bill, split it down the middle. split sounds like such an odd word when you write/say it more than twice. split. split. split. sounds like spilled almost.
I split from my husband. It hurt. It made me ashamed. I feel better now. I am in love with a man who makes me very happy. I am in love with myself. And my life is great. But sometimes I am still sad that I couldn’t make it work.
It is not that I miss you so much, is that I miss what was to be my happily ever after. Clearly when you look at the past 11.5 years the decision to split is sound and good. You and I both agree that to continue to remain with each other is not in the best interest of any of us…not me, not you and not any of our 3 children…I only wish it could have been a different ending. What I don’t have an issue with is that it ever happened. Having a 11.5 year marriage, and 18 year relationship with you made me who I am today….and I am grateful for that.
Split ends are unattractive. They happen when you don’t take good care of your hair. Married couples split up. Friends split up. It is probably because they are not a good match for one another or they are just going separate ways. Splitting up can be positive and negative.
I was split in two. I felt like a part of me had been cut off and killed on the day I found out about my twin’s death. It had been an accident, just a car crash, but it was more like someone had murdered me.
my parents split up when i was really young but it doesnt hurt anymore. the word split means a lot to me. i dont like it, but i live with it. its life. live it.
The gymnast did the splits in practice every day, trying to forget how her parents had split, how she was split between them in joint custody. And how her face fell and went splat.
‘ f-you,”jessie mumbled.she felt his grip tighten,”now,now,being a machine,i know you’d enjoy me just fine,but being a sentient being,my guess is,well, you’d have trouble in,how’d you say it,’f-ing’,anything that can think for itself.but…” he turned her sideways,”…let’s not split hairs,shall we?”and with that,ricky rejection started laughing out loud
sometimes i wonder if i would be better off without some of my friends. i never talk to isabella and yet she acts as though we’re besties. richard is a bipolar jerk who’s totally sweet most of the time but a complete obsessive meanieface the other half. i just don’t know what to do. is it wrong to dislike their lack of loyalty? or are they really toxic friends?
We split. It ended. Relationships end, and you split. I was so sure, so certain that we could last. I knew we were different. But then the damned day happened, and I knew nothing could ever change your mind. No debates, no jokes, and definitely no tears. I still see you now, and we may laugh, but I’ll never forget that you split.
split. i split up with my boyfriend. i split open his heart. i split open my future. I put back together my life. i put back together my dreams.
banana split split my feet
let me split the plit in feet with banana ana nake yeeee in my feet with the split yeah tanaaa
Time gets the best of all of us. Prioritize. Do things. Just don’t crack.
splitting is never fun. its like splinching in harry potter, it could be very painful. especially relationship splits. they hurt the dear old heart with so much pain to go through you could die. and dieing is definitely not fun. at least i dont think it is.
Split between loyalty and selfishness. Forgive me. Can I be selfish this once? Don’t take them away from me, although I know it is probably the right thing to do. But I can’t bare the pain of losing them to distance. Please, just this once.
I went to the store a bought banana split ice cream, but the banana wasn’t spilt it was pureed! What would posses people to lie about whether a banana was split or pureed?
The split of two beings is a separation. We live with different boxes or categories of our lives that we try to keep split up, but there are moments when they mash together and become blurred. This is the “I’m going to die if this actually happens” moment. You know it.
Something to do to a banana which I do not like by the way. Split in your pants, oh no! Nobody wants that! Split! Scram! Vamoose!
I broke up into the world into a million pieces. I’m split down the middle. I don’t know what to do with myself. Only that I am upset that no one understands.I am a wolf. I am human. I am all and I am nothing. Please do not hate me for my reckless decisions. Merely understand me for who I am. I am neither whole nor split. I am me.
break-ups.
banana splits; i’ve never liked them. i think they’re gross & they ruin ice cream.
i have to “split” a lot of tabs at work. it’s annoying.
when i leave, sometimes i say “let’s split” & me & whoever i’m with leave.
splitting up sucks.
the first thing that came to mind was a banana split which I have not had since the seventies. I have however just been listening to one of my favourite bands from the seventies Tonto’s expanding headband
when something breaks but can be mended. unless it’s a banana – then you have to eat it with some ice cream.
split hairs, split decisions, banana split, splitsville. the only one i want today is the banana split. i’ve had all the other ones already. my daughters hair, my friends arguing about religion, my friends breakup. i want something cold and creamy and sweet
Gone. It’s gone. Friendship is so tricky in the way that it can just crack, split, and shatter forever. Often times it can be remedied, others it cannot. It will stay in the same miserable state as it is, and you have no one to blame but yourself.
My underpants are blue and red, and I don’t have any arms. My mask makes me feel good, and I fly with my cape, but no still arms
gymnastics. splits. childhood. nightmares. close your eyes and hope for the best. terror is in the eye of the beholder. shut up, you sociopath! push push!
the skin split from the knife. the blood began to ooze suddenly and nothing seemed to make it stop. people began to run and help me, but it was too late.
When I was young my parents slpit. Now here I am twenty-four years old going through my first divorse. I have found out from grandparents and just taking time out of my day that everyone women in my family has been through divorse, Is this a curse? Come one, those things aren’t real! All I know is that everytime I talk to a guy there is always a distraction to get me away from him. I found my great-grandmothers diary…its confusing. There is all this stuff about how she was a witch or something? Must have been her wild imagination.
in the middle. Bananas!
How you left, and never came back, without a word, or explanation. No dessert, that’s for sure. How in the end, it’s good that we’re apart.
Split, like a splinter, driving through.
My mind is several pieces, all floating around while I think. Sometimes I wonder if I’m another person. Sometimes I know I am. I change and my mind splits. I am two and counting, but no one knows but me.
He split, hairs, I think. But then again, perhaps that is why he looks like he has more than he did yesterday. Double, in fact. I told him that I liked Yul Brynner. He cared not, preferring his method.
when something is split, it means it was at one point, put together. in one piece. whole. like us. we were a couple. a unit. a team. we were ourselves but were were also, somehow eachother, and now instead of one, we are two pieces, and we are very far apart
Split down the middle. Split geographically, ideologically, and socially. This is how the world is today. It is hard for anyone to agree on more than one topic. The larger the population is, the more disagreements there are. This is not anyones fault though. It just comes with the fact that everyone is different. We all come from different places and backgrounds. The key is to build bridges across the split. Bridges of tolerance.
when I split from my ex i thought there would be plenty of men to follow. plenty of opportunity to find happiness again. what i neglected to realize was that the split caused me to change. instead of who i was, i was now someone different, someone with new ideas, expectations and experiences. the split saved my life and made me a better person.
Split. It essence it is the life force of the universe. Only by objects doing splits were we able to have the amazing world we have today. Even the first molecule of time had to split, and the split products of that atom had to split exponentially in order to create the beautiful and mysterious world we see before us today. It is an infinite cycle.
Split in two, banana split, a banana split in two down the length of it. You can see the seeds, the little underdeveloped specks that would have become more bananas had we not engineered them to their own extinction.
In a split second, I started to type my keys. The thoughts rushed into my mind, but my fingers could hardly keep up. I missed a letter a few times, but I had to live with whatever typos I did. I just had to write and write….
Banana splits are good. Bananas and splits. Physical splits are not. You may split your pants. I had a friend that did that, split his groin though. Banana splits are the best splits though. Pants splits are a close second, followed by injuries. Yeah.
split ends, split the bill, split it down the middle. split sounds like such an odd word when you write/say it more than twice. split. split. split. sounds like spilled almost.
I split from my husband. It hurt. It made me ashamed. I feel better now. I am in love with a man who makes me very happy. I am in love with myself. And my life is great. But sometimes I am still sad that I couldn’t make it work.
Sam watched her as she picked split ends out of her hair.
“What are we going to do now?” she murmured, sighing and rubbing her arm.
“I don’t know, keep moving I guess. All I know is that splitting up is a bad idea,” said Sam.
It is not that I miss you so much, is that I miss what was to be my happily ever after. Clearly when you look at the past 11.5 years the decision to split is sound and good. You and I both agree that to continue to remain with each other is not in the best interest of any of us…not me, not you and not any of our 3 children…I only wish it could have been a different ending. What I don’t have an issue with is that it ever happened. Having a 11.5 year marriage, and 18 year relationship with you made me who I am today….and I am grateful for that.
Split ends are unattractive. They happen when you don’t take good care of your hair. Married couples split up. Friends split up. It is probably because they are not a good match for one another or they are just going separate ways. Splitting up can be positive and negative.
I was split in two. I felt like a part of me had been cut off and killed on the day I found out about my twin’s death. It had been an accident, just a car crash, but it was more like someone had murdered me.
my parents split up when i was really young but it doesnt hurt anymore. the word split means a lot to me. i dont like it, but i live with it. its life. live it.
split the wood
split the watermelon
split our relationship
split the goods
split the monies
split the split
The gymnast did the splits in practice every day, trying to forget how her parents had split, how she was split between them in joint custody. And how her face fell and went splat.
Split, splish, splash, splat.
‘ f-you,”jessie mumbled.she felt his grip tighten,”now,now,being a machine,i know you’d enjoy me just fine,but being a sentient being,my guess is,well, you’d have trouble in,how’d you say it,’f-ing’,anything that can think for itself.but…” he turned her sideways,”…let’s not split hairs,shall we?”and with that,ricky rejection started laughing out loud