when i think of this i think of something i cant do. i wish i could do the splits but its simply not going to happen. also, i knew this one GIRL who could split an apple in half with her bare hands….weirdly awesome. i always wished i could do that because obviously its super cool and something you can show off to other people.
screaming and pulling and yelling and punching. you split me down in two. how dare you abuse our intimacy. spitting out my past and my secrets just to tear me down. I thought we were more, but as I feel the venom in your words, I’ve realized I don’t know you at all. The sting lingers. I look at you in the eyes as my own fill up with tears. My throat quivers. But I manage to get out the words that I need. “Get out.”
banana splits are good. friendship splits are the worst. i am really craving a banana split right now, but it is too late too go get one. i also would like some strawberries. the whipped cream on top of the banana split is almost the best part, especially when mixed with strawberries. i should probably write more about friendship splits.
My boyfriend and I split up and I’ve been really depressed lately. Feels like my heart is split. He has a new love and seems very happy. I messed up and there is no getting him back. But maybe it wasnt meant to be anyway.
Splitting a check is always twice as awkward and three times as confusing a process as need be. You got the soda and the fish and chips. She got #17 and an Iced tea. The couple shared the pad thai. And all he got was soup.
Oh but wait. Then there’s tax. And tip. Split them evenly I suppose.
I never get soda. Usually that’s an extra $2.00; enough, in some restaurants, to get a whole appetizer. Yet despite my healthy glass of tap water, the Jew must pay up.
I Split. I had to. There were no other choices. I either had to divide my soul into two peices or leave. So i split the hearts of two young men who deserved so much better. I split to make myself whole once again.
How does one split their pants while running down the street? OK, I fell, but still it is not fair. I forgot my cell phone at home and now I will go to school with a strategically tied sweater to hide the rip. Great, here comes Cindy.
split- betwixt- the inbetween. nothing’s pretty here- like split pea soup. and it’s all slipping out of your grasp- like a banana split, or at least the peal.
She knew it was time to split. Leave for ever with out looking back. Everyone that claimed to ever love her had lied and was keeping secrets anyways, so it’s not like they would really notice anyways. She began to pack her bags tears filling her eyes. She knew better than to actually let herself cry though knowing that it would only hold her here. She would allow herself to stay in misery and continue to be walked all over, it’s all she’s ever really known and now she was ready to change it. She didn’t exactly have a plan but then again she didn’t really care. All she needed was a full tank of gas, the cash in her pocket and honestly the clothes on her back, and she was set to go. She only packed her clothes leaving all the memories whether happy or sad behind, she wanted to start new and that’s exactly what she was going to do.
I feel like there’s a rift growing between us, and I don’t know how to stop it. Sometimes I think I know you and then some sort of vague rolls in and I don’t understand you anymore, no matter how much I want to. I think it started on the day I offered you my heart and you took it. Ran away with it like you wanted to secretly inhale it like some drug. I hope it’s still in your veins.
I was ten years old when my parents split. It wasn’t the worst day of my life, but it was the premise for the worst years. I have had to deal with things I never should’ve. No one my age should. Actually, no one in general. It hurts. I want a mother and I want a father, and it scares me that I never will have them in whole.
the first thing i think of is a breakup. they suck don’t they? you are split from the person that has made you happy for so long – or for the past few days at least. and then while you’re sad and depressed you eat tons of banana splits and split your pants! split is an awful word.
Split? Split ends. Split skull. When we split up, it hurts so much. When you split his skull, I bet it hurt him much. I have a splitting headache. When I do the splits, it hurts so much. Splitting venom. No, spitting venom.
see the sun split the sky in two. to the east my faults and my fears, my past, my present, my wife, my kids. to the west, my sons and their children, the sea, and death. watch them mingle and dance between the clouds and the stars at night, the rising of the waters.
splitting up with someone is like splitting your heart in pieces. it hurts. but then you have something to put back together and hopefully you find the motivation to get it back in one piece. it renews you and your heart, but makes you more careful when you use it. to split is to start over.
Split, halves, fractions. Spltting is a necessary act to make things stretch or a necessary act for greedy children wanting the ‘bigger half’. It’scommon knowledge, almost instinct, to know how to split things in half. That’s weird to me. It’s such a small act yet such an incredible one if you think about it.
pea soup has never been very interesting to me. However, girls have yet they always cause me to be put in a split decision between friends, family, and whatever they want. The good girls know that family is forever, friends are important, and that if they actually mean something to you, they don’t have to work hard for your affection.
split second life can change before your eyes i don’t know what else to say if I’m not suppose to think don’t think about a split lol I’m lost what else
split decision eihter half of something or a mixture of things
you can alsop split a banana.\
Split like in the clash song should I stay or should I go.
split.
haha i split my pants the other day. I’ve worn them for so long that they just came to a point where i couldnt wear them anymore. They’ve seen so much of my life with me. I will miss them, but we had a good run. Oh life.
Split in two, right down the middle. How she survived a crash as bad as this, she has no idea. The collision with the tree trunk had left her car divided cleanly in half. Must be one hell of a tree, she wonders.
Did I already write about this? What time does the new word post? Split….. blah that’s no fun to talk about. I dont really like banana splits. But i do love chocolate covered bananas. With nuts. I am working on learning to do the splits with my new yoga swing that I bought. Plus learning to use the right side of my body is on my list for the new year.
A split second. Sometimes it means nothing. Other times it changes your life. That first kiss. The last second you saw someone. The quick decision. A split second means anything, everything and nothing. It could define an entire minute, hour, day or year.
I split my pants when i went to go pick up my pencil in class and the entire class began laughing at me. It was a defining moment in my life. It taught me to bring an extra pencil to class everyday and not wear my hello kitty underwear to school.
I once heard a saying that says “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it was meant to be yours. If it doesn’t, it wasn’t.” I always wondered to myself if it was really true or not. That was before I met anyone who really meant anything to me. Someone came into my life though, a little over 3 years ago. Someone who at first, I hardly spoke to. For the first year, we were hardly friends, we talked so little. But once we got to know each other, we became the best of friends. I loved him eventually. It came on so slowly that I did not realize that it was love for awhile. Over time, our relationship grew to be more than friends, our love blossomed together, and I felt like I was in the clouds. I remember at first, I used to be so nervous every time I’d go to see him, I was nervous whenever I answered his calls, I blushed when he looked at me closely. I stopped wondering if the saying was true after awhile. I wonder to myself, why would you let something go if you loved it? These are things you should be fighting to hold onto, instead of letting go of, to see if they came back. I wonder to myself that what if, what if you did let go, and they never did come back? What if you knew that even when they didn’t come back, they were meant to be yours? What if they were the only person in the world to ever make you feel like you were special, what if they were perfect for you in every way, but you let them go, and they didn’t come back. How much would that hurt to know that you let them go that easy. What if they didn’t come back because if a misunderstanding, what if they thought that you letting them go, instead of holding on, meant you were giving up on them? Sure, they don’t come back and you tell yourself you\re better off without them anyway. You tell yourself that you\re fine without them. You put on a smile for everyone else who tells you that you’ll be fine, but you know that you’re not. And you know that you just let go of greatest person who ever walked into your life. But then again, what if you let them go, and they don’t come back.. You\re broken up for awhile. But then eventually, you meet someone new. Someone you realize truly IS right for you. Maybe, maybe not. I stopped wondering about the saying after I met this guy. Do you know why? Because it\s honestly unbearable to think of letting him go. I would never let go of someone I love this much, just to see wether they would come back or not. You don’t need to ask yourself wether they would come back or not. What does it matter? I’m with you now, and I’m the happiest girl in the girl. I am with the most wonderful man in the world, and he treats me like a queen. When I’m with him, nothing else matters to me except the warmth of his arm around my waist. Nothing matters but him looking at me, and smillnig at the things I say. Nothing matters when he tells me he loves me, nothing except the look in his eyes that tells me its the truth.
I love you so much, you have changed my life.
oxo
once upon a time, I was walking down the street when a dog came running and it pissed me off so I kicked it really hard. And then I split my head open.
I had to split my head open, instead of the dog, which I kicked, because when I first saw the word, “split” it just had to be my head.
Nothing else.
I just had deja vu.
It was really strange, because I think I had it in a dream one time. Bladkfja;fks All I’m thinking about is fixing that.
I once heard a saying that says “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it was meant to be yours. If it doesn’t, it wasn’t.” I always wondered to myself if it was really true or not. That was before I met anyone who really meant anything to me. Someone came into my life though, a little over 3 years ago. Someone who at first, I hardly spoke to. For the first year, we were hardly friends, we talked so little. But once we got to know each other, we became the best of friends. I loved him eventually. It came on so slowly that I did not realize that it was love for awhile. Over time, our relationship grew to be more than friends, our love blossomed together, and I felt like I was in the clouds. I remember at first, I used to be so nervous every time I’d go to see him, I was nervous whenever I answered his calls, I blushed when he looked at me closely. I stopped wondering if the saying was true after awhile. I wonder to myself, why would you let something go if you loved it? These are things you should be fighting to hold onto, instead of letting go of, to see if they came back. I wonder to myself that what if, what if you did let go, and they never did come back? What if you knew that even when they didn’t come back, they were meant to be yours? What if they were the only person in the world to ever make you feel like you were special, what if they were perfect for you in every way, but you let them go, and they didn’t come back. How much would that hurt to know that you let them go that easy. What if they didn’t come back because if a misunderstanding, what if they thought that you letting them go, instead of holding on, meant you were giving up on them? Sure, they don’t come back and you tell yourself you\re better off without them anyway. You tell yourself that you\re fine without them. You put on a smile for everyone else who tells you that you’ll be fine, but you know that you’re not. And you know that you just let go of greatest person who ever walked into your life. But then again, what if you let them go, and they don’t come back.. You\re broken up for awhile. But then eventually, you meet someone new. Someone you realize truly IS right for you. Maybe, maybe not. I stopped wondering about the saying after I met this guy. Do you know why? Because it\s honestly unbearable to think of letting him go. I would never let go of someone I love this much, just to see wether they would come back or not. You don’t need to ask yourself wether they would come back or not. What does it matter? I’m with you now, and I’m the happiest girl in the girl. I am with the most wonderful man in the world, and he treats me like a queen. When I’m with him, nothing else matters to me except the warmth of his arm around my waist. Nothing matters but him looking at me, and smillnig at the things I say. Nothing matters when he tells me he loves me, nothing except the look in his eyes that tells me its the truth.
I love you so much, you have changed my life.
ox
Bananas. Banana split club was for divorced kids. I had to miss recess for it. Lame. Split ends. Split as in leave. Leaving quickly. Running away. It hurts everyone
The last time i ever saw y brother was when i was four. My father had told me that he and mom had “split”, that this was the last time i’d ever get to see them both. I was a little confused, what was being plit? should i say goodbye? Looking up at my brother, he seemed to be fighting something inside of him. I passed him a bandaid , seeing as he was older than i was, i’m sure he’d figure out how to put us back together.
It doesn’t matter how “necessary” or “right” a split is sometimes… it can still be the hardest thing to face and deal with a young girl can go through. Whether it’s her choice or not, the struggles and challenges of a split can have lasting effects and change the way a girl holds herself and views the world.
Banana. Cheerleaders. Men try, the pain ensues. Girls try, it’s easy as pie. Scissor kick. Let it hit. Split.
As for me, I enjoy the ice cream. Banana split is alright. I prefer an oreo flurry.
when i think of this i think of something i cant do. i wish i could do the splits but its simply not going to happen. also, i knew this one GIRL who could split an apple in half with her bare hands….weirdly awesome. i always wished i could do that because obviously its super cool and something you can show off to other people.
Watched a ballerina get white swan goes black before getting loopy and going lickety-splits.
screaming and pulling and yelling and punching. you split me down in two. how dare you abuse our intimacy. spitting out my past and my secrets just to tear me down. I thought we were more, but as I feel the venom in your words, I’ve realized I don’t know you at all. The sting lingers. I look at you in the eyes as my own fill up with tears. My throat quivers. But I manage to get out the words that I need. “Get out.”
banana splits are good. friendship splits are the worst. i am really craving a banana split right now, but it is too late too go get one. i also would like some strawberries. the whipped cream on top of the banana split is almost the best part, especially when mixed with strawberries. i should probably write more about friendship splits.
My boyfriend and I split up and I’ve been really depressed lately. Feels like my heart is split. He has a new love and seems very happy. I messed up and there is no getting him back. But maybe it wasnt meant to be anyway.
Split seconds go by unnoticed until one Split second results in a chain of events that changes everything.
Splitting a check is always twice as awkward and three times as confusing a process as need be. You got the soda and the fish and chips. She got #17 and an Iced tea. The couple shared the pad thai. And all he got was soup.
Oh but wait. Then there’s tax. And tip. Split them evenly I suppose.
I never get soda. Usually that’s an extra $2.00; enough, in some restaurants, to get a whole appetizer. Yet despite my healthy glass of tap water, the Jew must pay up.
Dinners in solitude are much more preferable.
I Split. I had to. There were no other choices. I either had to divide my soul into two peices or leave. So i split the hearts of two young men who deserved so much better. I split to make myself whole once again.
How does one split their pants while running down the street? OK, I fell, but still it is not fair. I forgot my cell phone at home and now I will go to school with a strategically tied sweater to hide the rip. Great, here comes Cindy.
But why do we have to split hairs about it, i asked in bewilderment. He just looked at me and walked away in a huff.
split- betwixt- the inbetween. nothing’s pretty here- like split pea soup. and it’s all slipping out of your grasp- like a banana split, or at least the peal.
She knew it was time to split. Leave for ever with out looking back. Everyone that claimed to ever love her had lied and was keeping secrets anyways, so it’s not like they would really notice anyways. She began to pack her bags tears filling her eyes. She knew better than to actually let herself cry though knowing that it would only hold her here. She would allow herself to stay in misery and continue to be walked all over, it’s all she’s ever really known and now she was ready to change it. She didn’t exactly have a plan but then again she didn’t really care. All she needed was a full tank of gas, the cash in her pocket and honestly the clothes on her back, and she was set to go. She only packed her clothes leaving all the memories whether happy or sad behind, she wanted to start new and that’s exactly what she was going to do.
I feel like there’s a rift growing between us, and I don’t know how to stop it. Sometimes I think I know you and then some sort of vague rolls in and I don’t understand you anymore, no matter how much I want to. I think it started on the day I offered you my heart and you took it. Ran away with it like you wanted to secretly inhale it like some drug. I hope it’s still in your veins.
I was ten years old when my parents split. It wasn’t the worst day of my life, but it was the premise for the worst years. I have had to deal with things I never should’ve. No one my age should. Actually, no one in general. It hurts. I want a mother and I want a father, and it scares me that I never will have them in whole.
the first thing i think of is a breakup. they suck don’t they? you are split from the person that has made you happy for so long – or for the past few days at least. and then while you’re sad and depressed you eat tons of banana splits and split your pants! split is an awful word.
Split? Split ends. Split skull. When we split up, it hurts so much. When you split his skull, I bet it hurt him much. I have a splitting headache. When I do the splits, it hurts so much. Splitting venom. No, spitting venom.
splitting something… to start over. to renew. to break. to hurt. to feel something different. to want something else. to be in halves. to break.
see the sun split the sky in two. to the east my faults and my fears, my past, my present, my wife, my kids. to the west, my sons and their children, the sea, and death. watch them mingle and dance between the clouds and the stars at night, the rising of the waters.
splitting up with someone is like splitting your heart in pieces. it hurts. but then you have something to put back together and hopefully you find the motivation to get it back in one piece. it renews you and your heart, but makes you more careful when you use it. to split is to start over.
Split, halves, fractions. Spltting is a necessary act to make things stretch or a necessary act for greedy children wanting the ‘bigger half’. It’scommon knowledge, almost instinct, to know how to split things in half. That’s weird to me. It’s such a small act yet such an incredible one if you think about it.
broken in half. break up. heart break. love. hurt. tears. seperation. long distance. gone. empty. upset. hurt. fear. lost. missing. gone forever. confused.
With him or not, bananas, ice cream, ouch my legs in gymnastics, a log with an axe, chocolate sauce is my favorite with strawberries… Yum!
pea soup has never been very interesting to me. However, girls have yet they always cause me to be put in a split decision between friends, family, and whatever they want. The good girls know that family is forever, friends are important, and that if they actually mean something to you, they don’t have to work hard for your affection.
split second life can change before your eyes i don’t know what else to say if I’m not suppose to think don’t think about a split lol I’m lost what else
split decision eihter half of something or a mixture of things
you can alsop split a banana.\
Split like in the clash song should I stay or should I go.
split.
haha i split my pants the other day. I’ve worn them for so long that they just came to a point where i couldnt wear them anymore. They’ve seen so much of my life with me. I will miss them, but we had a good run. Oh life.
anytime, dude. anyway. we can gather around and rap for a little bit, but it’s just words, you know? you can always split
Split in two, right down the middle. How she survived a crash as bad as this, she has no idea. The collision with the tree trunk had left her car divided cleanly in half. Must be one hell of a tree, she wonders.
to cut something in half
half of something
to separate from something
Did I already write about this? What time does the new word post? Split….. blah that’s no fun to talk about. I dont really like banana splits. But i do love chocolate covered bananas. With nuts. I am working on learning to do the splits with my new yoga swing that I bought. Plus learning to use the right side of my body is on my list for the new year.
A split second. Sometimes it means nothing. Other times it changes your life. That first kiss. The last second you saw someone. The quick decision. A split second means anything, everything and nothing. It could define an entire minute, hour, day or year.
I split my pants when i went to go pick up my pencil in class and the entire class began laughing at me. It was a defining moment in my life. It taught me to bring an extra pencil to class everyday and not wear my hello kitty underwear to school.
I once heard a saying that says “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it was meant to be yours. If it doesn’t, it wasn’t.” I always wondered to myself if it was really true or not. That was before I met anyone who really meant anything to me. Someone came into my life though, a little over 3 years ago. Someone who at first, I hardly spoke to. For the first year, we were hardly friends, we talked so little. But once we got to know each other, we became the best of friends. I loved him eventually. It came on so slowly that I did not realize that it was love for awhile. Over time, our relationship grew to be more than friends, our love blossomed together, and I felt like I was in the clouds. I remember at first, I used to be so nervous every time I’d go to see him, I was nervous whenever I answered his calls, I blushed when he looked at me closely. I stopped wondering if the saying was true after awhile. I wonder to myself, why would you let something go if you loved it? These are things you should be fighting to hold onto, instead of letting go of, to see if they came back. I wonder to myself that what if, what if you did let go, and they never did come back? What if you knew that even when they didn’t come back, they were meant to be yours? What if they were the only person in the world to ever make you feel like you were special, what if they were perfect for you in every way, but you let them go, and they didn’t come back. How much would that hurt to know that you let them go that easy. What if they didn’t come back because if a misunderstanding, what if they thought that you letting them go, instead of holding on, meant you were giving up on them? Sure, they don’t come back and you tell yourself you\re better off without them anyway. You tell yourself that you\re fine without them. You put on a smile for everyone else who tells you that you’ll be fine, but you know that you’re not. And you know that you just let go of greatest person who ever walked into your life. But then again, what if you let them go, and they don’t come back.. You\re broken up for awhile. But then eventually, you meet someone new. Someone you realize truly IS right for you. Maybe, maybe not. I stopped wondering about the saying after I met this guy. Do you know why? Because it\s honestly unbearable to think of letting him go. I would never let go of someone I love this much, just to see wether they would come back or not. You don’t need to ask yourself wether they would come back or not. What does it matter? I’m with you now, and I’m the happiest girl in the girl. I am with the most wonderful man in the world, and he treats me like a queen. When I’m with him, nothing else matters to me except the warmth of his arm around my waist. Nothing matters but him looking at me, and smillnig at the things I say. Nothing matters when he tells me he loves me, nothing except the look in his eyes that tells me its the truth.
I love you so much, you have changed my life.
oxo
once upon a time, I was walking down the street when a dog came running and it pissed me off so I kicked it really hard. And then I split my head open.
I had to split my head open, instead of the dog, which I kicked, because when I first saw the word, “split” it just had to be my head.
Nothing else.
I just had deja vu.
It was really strange, because I think I had it in a dream one time. Bladkfja;fks All I’m thinking about is fixing that.
He split up with his girlfriend and didn’t know what to do with himself. He split the banana Iin half and thought, hey! I can do this! Screw women!
I once heard a saying that says “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it was meant to be yours. If it doesn’t, it wasn’t.” I always wondered to myself if it was really true or not. That was before I met anyone who really meant anything to me. Someone came into my life though, a little over 3 years ago. Someone who at first, I hardly spoke to. For the first year, we were hardly friends, we talked so little. But once we got to know each other, we became the best of friends. I loved him eventually. It came on so slowly that I did not realize that it was love for awhile. Over time, our relationship grew to be more than friends, our love blossomed together, and I felt like I was in the clouds. I remember at first, I used to be so nervous every time I’d go to see him, I was nervous whenever I answered his calls, I blushed when he looked at me closely. I stopped wondering if the saying was true after awhile. I wonder to myself, why would you let something go if you loved it? These are things you should be fighting to hold onto, instead of letting go of, to see if they came back. I wonder to myself that what if, what if you did let go, and they never did come back? What if you knew that even when they didn’t come back, they were meant to be yours? What if they were the only person in the world to ever make you feel like you were special, what if they were perfect for you in every way, but you let them go, and they didn’t come back. How much would that hurt to know that you let them go that easy. What if they didn’t come back because if a misunderstanding, what if they thought that you letting them go, instead of holding on, meant you were giving up on them? Sure, they don’t come back and you tell yourself you\re better off without them anyway. You tell yourself that you\re fine without them. You put on a smile for everyone else who tells you that you’ll be fine, but you know that you’re not. And you know that you just let go of greatest person who ever walked into your life. But then again, what if you let them go, and they don’t come back.. You\re broken up for awhile. But then eventually, you meet someone new. Someone you realize truly IS right for you. Maybe, maybe not. I stopped wondering about the saying after I met this guy. Do you know why? Because it\s honestly unbearable to think of letting him go. I would never let go of someone I love this much, just to see wether they would come back or not. You don’t need to ask yourself wether they would come back or not. What does it matter? I’m with you now, and I’m the happiest girl in the girl. I am with the most wonderful man in the world, and he treats me like a queen. When I’m with him, nothing else matters to me except the warmth of his arm around my waist. Nothing matters but him looking at me, and smillnig at the things I say. Nothing matters when he tells me he loves me, nothing except the look in his eyes that tells me its the truth.
I love you so much, you have changed my life.
ox
Bananas. Banana split club was for divorced kids. I had to miss recess for it. Lame. Split ends. Split as in leave. Leaving quickly. Running away. It hurts everyone
The last time i ever saw y brother was when i was four. My father had told me that he and mom had “split”, that this was the last time i’d ever get to see them both. I was a little confused, what was being plit? should i say goodbye? Looking up at my brother, he seemed to be fighting something inside of him. I passed him a bandaid , seeing as he was older than i was, i’m sure he’d figure out how to put us back together.
It doesn’t matter how “necessary” or “right” a split is sometimes… it can still be the hardest thing to face and deal with a young girl can go through. Whether it’s her choice or not, the struggles and challenges of a split can have lasting effects and change the way a girl holds herself and views the world.