the splits – ouch.,
split – painful relationship break up.
split, trousers? probably kind of awkward and definitely annoying, unless it’s at the knees because then of course your either a tramp or a weirdo for buying ripped jeans in the first place and henceforth deserve to be a tramp.
split pants are an entirely different story…
Split is sad. I have been really lucky and have been fortunate to not have experienced a split very often. I suppose one has the opportunity to grow. Although I am immensely willing to change, I would gladly continue to not have a split inducing event.
DNA sucks. It sucks because I don’t understand it. Like, I get it. It’s complicated. There’s 23 of them. And they can split, or they can stay together. But what are the chances of a piece of DNA not splitting? What makes it so different from the other pieces of DNA. It’s pretty nuts that one gene can dominate the other. And that’s all it takes for it to stay together or break apart. Fuck DNA. But I also can be completely wrong.
She hated the day they split up. She hadn’t seen it coming, not at all, so when he came up to her by her locker, she had been completely unprepared for the words that came out of his mouth. In hindsight, she should have known, but when one is in love sometimes one doesn’t notice the most obvious things.
The bananas are split. Don’t think about splitting my bananas. They go into my sunday. Please don’t split my bananas. I love them so. Split my bananas, and I’LL split you so. Is that what you want? HUH? Don’t touch my bananas! Noooooo. No, no, no. They’re delicious!
Split skulls. Split mix. Song called “Spilt Needles” my friend would always say “Split Needles.” Harsh word. Hard to udder without a lot of facial movement. Makes me snarl. Split. Spit. Splat.
That was all she could take. She was done with all of his ridiculous jealousies and his suspicion and his unreasonable “rules”. Her stuff was packed into one tattered old duffle bag, and she turned to look around the apartment one last time before she slammed the door shut behind her. She knew she would never look back, never regret for one minute leaving- the only thing she might miss was the cat, but it had peed on her pillow yesterday so she wouldn’t miss it much.
Of all the things torn t way and that
Your fingers moving across the fret board is what I picture the most
Ah to be young again, rolling down the hills on our stomaches
My parents split up when I was 8 years old. I’d say I didn’t mind, but I really did. Though, my mom was infinitly more fun. My father was just sorely missed.
split in two just me and you right down the middle cut in half between two people i split the damn thing do you want to split this with me she split with him yesterday after she found out they were split up at birth and were siblings.
The couple had been together for 43 years until one day she said “I’m bored with you.” They went their separate ways. It was for the best, they both met new people and things got better. Sometimes knowing when to stop is the best solution
sometimes my emotions about my family are this way. I am always split between hate and forgiveness. I do not feel they deserve both but for what was done to me at least one of them should be most accepted. However who really gives a care.
i know this sounds queer,and i hesitate in telling you this because it may take in your deepest fears of darkest vanity,but i need to split the uprights on this one with you.i want to see you without your make-up on.with your hair down.not even your glasses on.i want to see you naked,just as you are,kiss your lips,maybe your tattoos.to trufully tell you how beautiful you are
by i bet you think this song is about you on 12.31.2010
i know this sounds queer,and i hesitate in telling you this because it may take in your deepest fears of darkest vanity,but i need to split the uprights on this one with you.i want to see you without your make-up on.with your hair down.not even your glasses on.i want to see you naked,just as you are,kiss your lips,maybe your tattoos.to trufully tell you how ‘fucking’ beautiful you are
by i bet you think this song is about you on 12.31.2010
Hair is split, and sometimes so are my decisions. But you know, that’s just life. Sometimes things are split, and sometimes you just don’t know which way to go. But that’s also kind of the beauty of life. You get to make a decision, you get to explore, and if you’re not right the first time, you know where you went wrong.
isn’t kind of wunderful to know that even though we split thirty years ago,that i still love you:never stopped.oh,sure,we both went on with our lives,hating each other for letting it end(and ourselves as well),but isn’t it cool that we both still feel that special something in our hearts and bellies just at the mention of the other’s name,to see your name in print…excuse me,i’m starting to cry
by i bet you think this song is about you on 12.31.2010
I could never do a split. it was really difficult. i think of banana splits as well. i’ve never had one. it’s kinda sad. i wish I could have one. i don’t know what else. oh, i suppose i think of divorce as well. split. it could be good or bad. or not at all. i don’t know. quite interesting.
Split ends are gross. I just got a hair cut. When people used to leave they’d say “I’m gonna split” divorcees are split. Let’s split the assignment in half. Spit is gross
I was split in two. I don’t know why, I just was. Perhaps it was giant axe, mauling it’s way through me, maybe it was your words that went right through me.
He ran for the end zone with all his might. After dodging two blockers, he could see the goal yard line in sight. Then the worst happened, as he tripped right on the goal and the referee’s had a split decision.
Split – can be something as delicious as bananas, with ice cream and cream and fruit, or something as traumatic as relationships. Have known both. prefer bananas.
“split right down the middle it did! couldn’t believe it with my own eyes!”
he stared in amazement at the broken structure in front of him.
the dark grey walls, once upright, now cracked and crumbling to the the ground.
Split two girls from fighting means you have missed sumthing. They fight in a gud manner but after splitting you have done a bad work. Shame on you. Now go a
They decided to divorce and the children were devastated. How this would divide their lives. They would never be whole again. Would they ever find their way back to one another?
Thorn grinned, the manical gesutre threatening to split her head apart. “What?” Thade blushed, and stamped his foot, pulling Ja’k closer. “I love him. And I want you to stop hurting him” His face was serious, but of course lost on his sister. Ja’k chuckled. “I told you she wouldn’t lis–” “Okay.” Ja’k trailed off, dumbfounded.
banana splity. split your pants like spongebob. split a soda. split your sides laughing! so funny! split up a fght, because it is too dangerous for those involved. split some wood, because the house is co and we need a fire. split a joke, and inside one that only you d I share. let’s split, because I don’t wanna be here anymore. it’s a drag. not really.
Split… split, split split went the strange old man. How very peculiar that split seemed to be the only word in his vocabulary. What did he mean by, “split”?
BANANA SPLIT. SPLIT YOUR PANTS,LIKE SPONGEBOB. SPLIT A SODA. SPLIT YOUR SIDES, LAUGHING! SPIT UP A FIGHT, BECAUSE IT’S GETTTING TOO DANGEROUS FOR THOSE INVOLVED. SPLIT IT UP, pEOPLE! it’s ok. splitting wood for afire.
I never could do the splits. I wish I could, but I’m horribly inflexible. Now my heart is split, between mother and wife. I guess my heart is flexible. Thank God for that. Sometimes I suck though, and I’m more one than the other. Greater flexibility is what I need.
relationships are hard. soo are divorces. when people split its like two souls are pried apart from each other. something like that. i wanna live in england. and splitting the bill over something with a friend really is nice, you can actually feel good about it. but yeah, again, relationships ending, is bad.
when i entered the drawing room, my sight suddenly darkened. my heart beat 80 times per second faster and my eyes were sinking in salty springs. a most astonishing view was lying beneath my trembling thoughts and yet, it was true.
my little brother was standing by the bookcase, split in two.
the splits – ouch.,
split – painful relationship break up.
split, trousers? probably kind of awkward and definitely annoying, unless it’s at the knees because then of course your either a tramp or a weirdo for buying ripped jeans in the first place and henceforth deserve to be a tramp.
split pants are an entirely different story…
Split is sad. I have been really lucky and have been fortunate to not have experienced a split very often. I suppose one has the opportunity to grow. Although I am immensely willing to change, I would gladly continue to not have a split inducing event.
DNA sucks. It sucks because I don’t understand it. Like, I get it. It’s complicated. There’s 23 of them. And they can split, or they can stay together. But what are the chances of a piece of DNA not splitting? What makes it so different from the other pieces of DNA. It’s pretty nuts that one gene can dominate the other. And that’s all it takes for it to stay together or break apart. Fuck DNA. But I also can be completely wrong.
She hated the day they split up. She hadn’t seen it coming, not at all, so when he came up to her by her locker, she had been completely unprepared for the words that came out of his mouth. In hindsight, she should have known, but when one is in love sometimes one doesn’t notice the most obvious things.
My head split in two at the thought of you.
Now the pieces are all tangled up in blue.
Split seconds are something that can change the world. Sometimes we want to freeze these moments that are too quick for us to catch and understand.
split me up because i’m two much for you.
The bananas are split. Don’t think about splitting my bananas. They go into my sunday. Please don’t split my bananas. I love them so. Split my bananas, and I’LL split you so. Is that what you want? HUH? Don’t touch my bananas! Noooooo. No, no, no. They’re delicious!
here
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when then
they
dog
bog
there
you
year
dog
cat
pig
next
cat
quick
next
mom
cat
love
trent
sandie
katieho
katijo
Split skulls. Split mix. Song called “Spilt Needles” my friend would always say “Split Needles.” Harsh word. Hard to udder without a lot of facial movement. Makes me snarl. Split. Spit. Splat.
That was all she could take. She was done with all of his ridiculous jealousies and his suspicion and his unreasonable “rules”. Her stuff was packed into one tattered old duffle bag, and she turned to look around the apartment one last time before she slammed the door shut behind her. She knew she would never look back, never regret for one minute leaving- the only thing she might miss was the cat, but it had peed on her pillow yesterday so she wouldn’t miss it much.
Of all the things torn t way and that
Your fingers moving across the fret board is what I picture the most
Ah to be young again, rolling down the hills on our stomaches
My parents split up when I was 8 years old. I’d say I didn’t mind, but I really did. Though, my mom was infinitly more fun. My father was just sorely missed.
split in two just me and you right down the middle cut in half between two people i split the damn thing do you want to split this with me she split with him yesterday after she found out they were split up at birth and were siblings.
The couple had been together for 43 years until one day she said “I’m bored with you.” They went their separate ways. It was for the best, they both met new people and things got better. Sometimes knowing when to stop is the best solution
The night was like a great hole of nothing exept for the light that was pouring in through the forest. He was coming, he would find me, is all lost?
sometimes my emotions about my family are this way. I am always split between hate and forgiveness. I do not feel they deserve both but for what was done to me at least one of them should be most accepted. However who really gives a care.
i know this sounds queer,and i hesitate in telling you this because it may take in your deepest fears of darkest vanity,but i need to split the uprights on this one with you.i want to see you without your make-up on.with your hair down.not even your glasses on.i want to see you naked,just as you are,kiss your lips,maybe your tattoos.to trufully tell you how beautiful you are
i know this sounds queer,and i hesitate in telling you this because it may take in your deepest fears of darkest vanity,but i need to split the uprights on this one with you.i want to see you without your make-up on.with your hair down.not even your glasses on.i want to see you naked,just as you are,kiss your lips,maybe your tattoos.to trufully tell you how ‘fucking’ beautiful you are
Hair is split, and sometimes so are my decisions. But you know, that’s just life. Sometimes things are split, and sometimes you just don’t know which way to go. But that’s also kind of the beauty of life. You get to make a decision, you get to explore, and if you’re not right the first time, you know where you went wrong.
isn’t kind of wunderful to know that even though we split thirty years ago,that i still love you:never stopped.oh,sure,we both went on with our lives,hating each other for letting it end(and ourselves as well),but isn’t it cool that we both still feel that special something in our hearts and bellies just at the mention of the other’s name,to see your name in print…excuse me,i’m starting to cry
I could never do a split. it was really difficult. i think of banana splits as well. i’ve never had one. it’s kinda sad. i wish I could have one. i don’t know what else. oh, i suppose i think of divorce as well. split. it could be good or bad. or not at all. i don’t know. quite interesting.
Split ends are gross. I just got a hair cut. When people used to leave they’d say “I’m gonna split” divorcees are split. Let’s split the assignment in half. Spit is gross
I was split in two. I don’t know why, I just was. Perhaps it was giant axe, mauling it’s way through me, maybe it was your words that went right through me.
1split = Severing Positively Intuitive E/T – perpendicularily
He ran for the end zone with all his might. After dodging two blockers, he could see the goal yard line in sight. Then the worst happened, as he tripped right on the goal and the referee’s had a split decision.
Split – can be something as delicious as bananas, with ice cream and cream and fruit, or something as traumatic as relationships. Have known both. prefer bananas.
logs, crackling fire, smell of camp.
hairs, you did this she did that
when will together be?
We split in two
together we have much
to loose.
One day we will unite
and the love war
together fight.
“split right down the middle it did! couldn’t believe it with my own eyes!”
he stared in amazement at the broken structure in front of him.
the dark grey walls, once upright, now cracked and crumbling to the the ground.
Split two girls from fighting means you have missed sumthing. They fight in a gud manner but after splitting you have done a bad work. Shame on you. Now go a
when people split up it hurts but not everyone thinks about that when they do!
They decided to divorce and the children were devastated. How this would divide their lives. They would never be whole again. Would they ever find their way back to one another?
Thorn grinned, the manical gesutre threatening to split her head apart. “What?” Thade blushed, and stamped his foot, pulling Ja’k closer. “I love him. And I want you to stop hurting him” His face was serious, but of course lost on his sister. Ja’k chuckled. “I told you she wouldn’t lis–” “Okay.” Ja’k trailed off, dumbfounded.
banana splity. split your pants like spongebob. split a soda. split your sides laughing! so funny! split up a fght, because it is too dangerous for those involved. split some wood, because the house is co and we need a fire. split a joke, and inside one that only you d I share. let’s split, because I don’t wanna be here anymore. it’s a drag. not really.
Split… split, split split went the strange old man. How very peculiar that split seemed to be the only word in his vocabulary. What did he mean by, “split”?
BANANA SPLIT. SPLIT YOUR PANTS,LIKE SPONGEBOB. SPLIT A SODA. SPLIT YOUR SIDES, LAUGHING! SPIT UP A FIGHT, BECAUSE IT’S GETTTING TOO DANGEROUS FOR THOSE INVOLVED. SPLIT IT UP, pEOPLE! it’s ok. splitting wood for afire.
I never could do the splits. I wish I could, but I’m horribly inflexible. Now my heart is split, between mother and wife. I guess my heart is flexible. Thank God for that. Sometimes I suck though, and I’m more one than the other. Greater flexibility is what I need.
relationships are hard. soo are divorces. when people split its like two souls are pried apart from each other. something like that. i wanna live in england. and splitting the bill over something with a friend really is nice, you can actually feel good about it. but yeah, again, relationships ending, is bad.
when i entered the drawing room, my sight suddenly darkened. my heart beat 80 times per second faster and my eyes were sinking in salty springs. a most astonishing view was lying beneath my trembling thoughts and yet, it was true.
my little brother was standing by the bookcase, split in two.