Millenia in the making, the scale of the workings of the planet are almost incomprehensible; slowly but surely the raft on which we float is splitting and tearing itself into new shapes, like a pre school paper sculpture.
Split your attention and energy among too many things and nothing is effective and you can’t change focus that rapidly and that often its not good for you anyway
how about that time to split that last piece of cake so that me and my friend had equal pieces? boy i swear that’s physically impossible to do with your hands… though we gave it a shot. one piece was 3/4 bigger than the other so in the end after some bickering, we gave the last piece of cake to my friend’s mom :))
I lost you, thats all
But it was exactly where I belonged
like how the moon split from the Earth
But gravity bounds our hearts to watch from afar.
We’ve found the proper orbit.
Bananas and lips meet with that one thought, though for completely different reasons. Sweet blood mixed with pain, crimson chocolate sauce gushes in the aftermath of a saccharine fisticuffs.
duality
making up your mind
the boys who love the girls who love to tear apart the couples one at a time.
The world that loves to rant and hate
The lies that love to spread
The hearts that love to hurt and ache inside my useless head.
Ich muss das Aufsplitten, so geht es leichter zu verstehen. Immer in ganz kleinen Schritten, nur so, nur so werde ich es allein schaffen. Den ich darf hier niemanden fragen, die würden sonst alle denken, dass ich komplett meschugge bin, weil ich das nicht kann und auch noch weine deswegen. Ich darf mich nicht blamieren, sonst ist alles aus. Alles.
There is something wonderful about a banana split. All of those heavenly flavors coming together to make such a fabulous dessert. Chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, strawberry ice cream all nestled on top of a split banana. Then topped with caramel sauce, hot fugdge, strawberry sauce, whip cream and nuts!
I love a banana split. The sheer joy of putting together so many wonderful flavors such as banana, vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, strawberry ice cream, marshmellow, hot fudge, caramel, strawberry sauce, and nuts and whip cream and a cherry on top!
the banana split open with a squelch,m signaling bad fruit and a rotten center
the wood split with a gushing of sound, breaking in half as if lightning had struck the center and cleaved it into to.
it split with such intensity and force that the man gasped in shock, staggering back and flinging his hands before his face.
it got broken into two pieces and they never saw each other again. i feel so bad for the two. they were meant to be together but it just had to end this way. maybe it’s better off this way. who knows? everyone splits. our souls split from our bodies too.
a bannana split. going off, let’s split and then just run away. your split pants. how you ripped your pants and it was embarrassig beause it was in front of the boy you like. split ends because that’s what girls do when they are bored. a split fingernail. that was the one time you forgot to put on your protective gloves and grandma had to take your thumb in her wrikled hands and take the gushing blood away you had to tell her that it was your fault that you had taken the grey and rusty knife, dug into the earth and hit your thumb because you had been staring at the ksy
Lickity split, she said. Let’s go. Off to an adventure somewhere. Where we can be ourselves, where we don’t have to worry what others think. We don’t need to pack. All we need is each other. He smiled and took her hand. Ok, I’m in.
Split in two. Two heads are better than one. One is first. First is all that matters. If you’re not first, you’re last. Last place is for losers. Losers get no where in life. This loser needs to get a life. Life has no meaning. We all end in death and chaos. Organized chaos.
The split in her heart was too much to bear. How could he do this? Play with her like a toy and toss her to the side. They were never even together. They had never even kissed. Yet here she was, agonising and missing and hoping and praying. He wasn’t even worth any of it. But that didn’t stop her heart from feeling the way it did, and she couldn’t control it, as much as she wished she could.
legs apart. banana. leave. sexy sexy split. chocolate and whipped cream. leave you. we will leave. don’t leave me. but i gotta split. milkshake. malt. would you like extra caramel sauce on that? i’m sure you do. you always do.
you pay for what you get. i just want to sit.
all i do is sit, leave for nothing in particular, then come back to sit.
its the single most important thing in my world, and in the history of existence, really.
A banana was found split on the road. Not dirty, just opened. Fresh. Good to eat. But it was decieving because it was lying on the street where it could be dirty. But it wasn’t. It was left for someone special. Someone who would take the time to try it.
The two astronauts were spacewalking outside the Veteran, the Space Shuttle’s successor. They were astonished when they bounced against what seemed to be a steel wall, but nothing was there. A moment later, the cloaking device was shut down on the lead ship of the invasion force from planet Zimtrex, revealing twelve thousand warships. Capt. Thompson called over the radio, “Ed? I think we’d better split up. You wait here and find out what they want, and I’ll be in the ship.” With that, he fired his jet pack, entered the portal and locked the hatch.
it was their chinese takeaway place. well. not theirs. the whole street, the whole neighbourhood, the whole nation of insomniacs with the ability to dial a number into the telephone whilst inebriated and alone. but it was theirs, in the simplest of senses.
his hands fit comfortably in hers, her smile fit comfortably in his, and he remembers everything bathed in afternoon light and a parisian glow that belongs everywhere but there. he remembers the smile that never was, the brow that never furrowed, the apology that never came. he remembers the ending as clean as the chopsticks in his hands, and the splinters in his fingers tell him otherwise.
i really dont think its a good idea to split because you break connections and lose touch with people. its always good to keep in touch with people so nobody gets hurt. splitting atoms is cool though… :D
when you split with someone, it is more often than not codependency and habit that makes you miss them. focus on the bad memories vs. the good when trying to get over someone.
or, my favorite – fastest way to get over someone is by getting under someone.
:)
Split? I’m not sure. The first thing that comes to mind is a banana split but I’ve never even had one so I can’t really describe that. Another one is “Let’s split.” But what can you say about that?
i already did this.
i’m assuming its a one word per day thing….
i have no idea
i found this on stumble upon
but I think i’ll be coming back
this could definatley help my writing skills
even if I don’t have any time for spell check during it.
oh well
its worth it.
something split them up– something that none of us could really figure out.
it split them apart and it affected all of us.
because, the two of them were the glue that held us all apart.
and now they’re split
and so are we.
bana splits are really good. one time me and my boyfriend went to the arizona state fair and had “the biggest banana split.” it was big, but it wasnt THAT big. my favorite thing i got that day was one of those crown headband things with the ribbons behind it. that was a good day.
they sat at the diner, sharing a banana split. this was the first time they had seen each other in weeks. the tension sat heavy in the air, both talking about inconsequential things, not getting to the important stuff…like how much they loved each other. neither wanted to admit it but they both knew it.
screaming fighting
kicking punching
don’t you love me?
isn’t that enough to keep us all together?
is this my fault?
why is this happening if you loved each other to begin with
every time you scream or fight i feel like i’m falling from a very long cliff
i love you both
don’t leave me.
My parents are like bananas without Nutella or ice cream or chocolate fudge or all the yummy stuff you can put on top of a banana. My parents are like speckled, bruised, and too ripe bananas. They suck, because they split, just like a banana
your mellon in half, blood squirting in the air. your eyes cross and roll into the back of your head. fortunately your in shock and dont feel the pain.
Millenia in the making, the scale of the workings of the planet are almost incomprehensible; slowly but surely the raft on which we float is splitting and tearing itself into new shapes, like a pre school paper sculpture.
If they had split, would we have been less sad? Would we have been less troubled, less damaged? If they had split, would they have been happier?
Split your attention and energy among too many things and nothing is effective and you can’t change focus that rapidly and that often its not good for you anyway
we were split apart and it hurt like hell
how about that time to split that last piece of cake so that me and my friend had equal pieces? boy i swear that’s physically impossible to do with your hands… though we gave it a shot. one piece was 3/4 bigger than the other so in the end after some bickering, we gave the last piece of cake to my friend’s mom :))
I lost you, thats all
But it was exactly where I belonged
like how the moon split from the Earth
But gravity bounds our hearts to watch from afar.
We’ve found the proper orbit.
Bananas and lips meet with that one thought, though for completely different reasons. Sweet blood mixed with pain, crimson chocolate sauce gushes in the aftermath of a saccharine fisticuffs.
duality
making up your mind
the boys who love the girls who love to tear apart the couples one at a time.
The world that loves to rant and hate
The lies that love to spread
The hearts that love to hurt and ache inside my useless head.
Ich muss das Aufsplitten, so geht es leichter zu verstehen. Immer in ganz kleinen Schritten, nur so, nur so werde ich es allein schaffen. Den ich darf hier niemanden fragen, die würden sonst alle denken, dass ich komplett meschugge bin, weil ich das nicht kann und auch noch weine deswegen. Ich darf mich nicht blamieren, sonst ist alles aus. Alles.
There is something wonderful about a banana split. All of those heavenly flavors coming together to make such a fabulous dessert. Chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, strawberry ice cream all nestled on top of a split banana. Then topped with caramel sauce, hot fugdge, strawberry sauce, whip cream and nuts!
I love a banana split. The sheer joy of putting together so many wonderful flavors such as banana, vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, strawberry ice cream, marshmellow, hot fudge, caramel, strawberry sauce, and nuts and whip cream and a cherry on top!
the banana split open with a squelch,m signaling bad fruit and a rotten center
the wood split with a gushing of sound, breaking in half as if lightning had struck the center and cleaved it into to.
it split with such intensity and force that the man gasped in shock, staggering back and flinging his hands before his face.
it got broken into two pieces and they never saw each other again. i feel so bad for the two. they were meant to be together but it just had to end this way. maybe it’s better off this way. who knows? everyone splits. our souls split from our bodies too.
split
splat
plot
pilot
pirate
diarrhea
fuck my time ended
a bannana split. going off, let’s split and then just run away. your split pants. how you ripped your pants and it was embarrassig beause it was in front of the boy you like. split ends because that’s what girls do when they are bored. a split fingernail. that was the one time you forgot to put on your protective gloves and grandma had to take your thumb in her wrikled hands and take the gushing blood away you had to tell her that it was your fault that you had taken the grey and rusty knife, dug into the earth and hit your thumb because you had been staring at the ksy
the other day i was going out to the supermarket. on the way there there was a gym
one of them yoga gyms
and i watched babies doing the splits
one thime i was in vietnam
and i saw as soldiers took babies from their mothers and
split
them in half.
Lickity split, she said. Let’s go. Off to an adventure somewhere. Where we can be ourselves, where we don’t have to worry what others think. We don’t need to pack. All we need is each other. He smiled and took her hand. Ok, I’m in.
I was ten when my parents split. God I hate that term. It sounds like they cut their souls in half. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
Split in two. Two heads are better than one. One is first. First is all that matters. If you’re not first, you’re last. Last place is for losers. Losers get no where in life. This loser needs to get a life. Life has no meaning. We all end in death and chaos. Organized chaos.
The split in her heart was too much to bear. How could he do this? Play with her like a toy and toss her to the side. They were never even together. They had never even kissed. Yet here she was, agonising and missing and hoping and praying. He wasn’t even worth any of it. But that didn’t stop her heart from feeling the way it did, and she couldn’t control it, as much as she wished she could.
legs apart. banana. leave. sexy sexy split. chocolate and whipped cream. leave you. we will leave. don’t leave me. but i gotta split. milkshake. malt. would you like extra caramel sauce on that? i’m sure you do. you always do.
What fell apart?
It’s aching, whatever it is.
And glowing. These things tend to have a light of their own.
I want to make it up to you. Bring you a little close to whole.
Detachment from something I’m already attached to.
I don’t want things to change. I’m comfortable.
But that doesn’t matter. They will anyway.
you pay for what you get. i just want to sit.
all i do is sit, leave for nothing in particular, then come back to sit.
its the single most important thing in my world, and in the history of existence, really.
A banana was found split on the road. Not dirty, just opened. Fresh. Good to eat. But it was decieving because it was lying on the street where it could be dirty. But it wasn’t. It was left for someone special. Someone who would take the time to try it.
The two astronauts were spacewalking outside the Veteran, the Space Shuttle’s successor. They were astonished when they bounced against what seemed to be a steel wall, but nothing was there. A moment later, the cloaking device was shut down on the lead ship of the invasion force from planet Zimtrex, revealing twelve thousand warships. Capt. Thompson called over the radio, “Ed? I think we’d better split up. You wait here and find out what they want, and I’ll be in the ship.” With that, he fired his jet pack, entered the portal and locked the hatch.
it was their chinese takeaway place. well. not theirs. the whole street, the whole neighbourhood, the whole nation of insomniacs with the ability to dial a number into the telephone whilst inebriated and alone. but it was theirs, in the simplest of senses.
his hands fit comfortably in hers, her smile fit comfortably in his, and he remembers everything bathed in afternoon light and a parisian glow that belongs everywhere but there. he remembers the smile that never was, the brow that never furrowed, the apology that never came. he remembers the ending as clean as the chopsticks in his hands, and the splinters in his fingers tell him otherwise.
i really dont think its a good idea to split because you break connections and lose touch with people. its always good to keep in touch with people so nobody gets hurt. splitting atoms is cool though… :D
when you split with someone, it is more often than not codependency and habit that makes you miss them. focus on the bad memories vs. the good when trying to get over someone.
or, my favorite – fastest way to get over someone is by getting under someone.
:)
Split? I’m not sure. The first thing that comes to mind is a banana split but I’ve never even had one so I can’t really describe that. Another one is “Let’s split.” But what can you say about that?
i already did this.
i’m assuming its a one word per day thing….
i have no idea
i found this on stumble upon
but I think i’ll be coming back
this could definatley help my writing skills
even if I don’t have any time for spell check during it.
oh well
its worth it.
something split them up– something that none of us could really figure out.
it split them apart and it affected all of us.
because, the two of them were the glue that held us all apart.
and now they’re split
and so are we.
forked in directions unseen by the fog of every muddled day.
he steps in the doors of split parents who always had the effect of keeping the weather rainy.
a wandering stare:
cloudy
an arguement gone unmatched:
thunderclouds
bana splits are really good. one time me and my boyfriend went to the arizona state fair and had “the biggest banana split.” it was big, but it wasnt THAT big. my favorite thing i got that day was one of those crown headband things with the ribbons behind it. that was a good day.
it was a cold day in march, and i couldnt keep my head on straight. all i felt was leaves and soil and all i knew was this was home.
id like to know where this went.
it was a cold day in march.
they sat at the diner, sharing a banana split. this was the first time they had seen each other in weeks. the tension sat heavy in the air, both talking about inconsequential things, not getting to the important stuff…like how much they loved each other. neither wanted to admit it but they both knew it.
screaming fighting
kicking punching
don’t you love me?
isn’t that enough to keep us all together?
is this my fault?
why is this happening if you loved each other to begin with
every time you scream or fight i feel like i’m falling from a very long cliff
i love you both
don’t leave me.
My parents are like bananas without Nutella or ice cream or chocolate fudge or all the yummy stuff you can put on top of a banana. My parents are like speckled, bruised, and too ripe bananas. They suck, because they split, just like a banana
we separate.
your mellon in half, blood squirting in the air. your eyes cross and roll into the back of your head. fortunately your in shock and dont feel the pain.