I always switch my state of mind or my opinion because i never know what is truly right or wrong. It may be arbitrary or maybe just hard to learn. The truth resists simplicity.
Raks when will you switch on your attention on me? Raks I am still waiting to see your eyes. I want to kiss you man. Are you ready to accept meas your life partner
I’m constantly switching my moods back and forth between elated and depressed. I can’t ever find a nice gray area in between the two worlds. I want to journey down into the center of emotions but I’ll always find myself lost and left behind.
She kept switching back and forth between the top of the building or something dramatic like a razor blade in the bathtub. Inevitably she knew that things would work out like they always do. Bland and unattractive. Flabby and sad.
moving on to something even if the matter on hand is not yet through. trying to transfer to a much less uncomfortable situation. deciding. changing decisions. unsure.
Switch. She switched to a less depressing channel, one where things were harmless. One that wouldn`t remind her that life is hard, or that she was broken. She switched to a channel that would lie to her, even if for only a short while. She switched to a channel that would make the truth seem unimportant, and the comfort of lies seem good.
To me the loveliest symbol of the change in the preoccupations of artists, in their freedom, from the depiction of religion and the court to that of our everyday life, is the appearance in art of women in aprons, bundling switching in their husbands’ fields, and resting there to have their midday meal, latter day madonnas, and closer to us, and a truer reflection of our lives than any biblical depiction of St. Sebastian.
I’m switching to a better place
where the grass is greener
and the fences higher
and your neighbor doesn’t
mow his lawn all the time
i’m switching to a better place
where the sky is bluer
and the clouds are gone
and your neighbor’s wife
is as ugly as their lawn
Places back and forth. Personalities. Disapparate. HP. Roles in life: father becoming the needy child who must confess everything and be craddled; daughter becoming the responsible adult, having to care for the needy father.
Switching back and forth from the person I was to the person I am. How can this vacillation end? Is it forever a struggle or is it one step back and two steps forward? Switching lives switching days gave I already paved the way for another day?
And I keep on switching.
Left to right unsure of my consequences.
I don’t know where I’ll go or if she’ll be with me at the end of my journey
But she doesn’t know my mind keeps switching,
My gears keep grinding…
Where do I go if I keep on switching?
switch leap! i wish i could switch leap as well as one of my friends. It is actually really difficult to leap like that and you wouldn’t realize it unless you tried to do it. I still can’t get my legs very far out when I try it and I really wish I could!!!! They are so pretty when they are great!
Switching thread. As simple and therapeutic as switching thread. That’s what this is. Through the eye of the needle, the hardest part, and then you’re finished. Switched. Done.
I changed over about a year ago to the new drugs. They didn’t help. Now I lie dying in a cancer ward, pitied by my friends, breaking down inside and outside while everyone avoids me, they can’t look me in the eye can they with the embarrassment they feel. Once upon a time I had hair as gold as rapunzel.
Just like that. Boom. It was done. I almost couldn’t believe it; one minute I was sitting across from him, and the next–and I mean in the blink of an eye– bam! I was staring myself down, and I can’t even begin to tell you how hysterical my face looked.
“Goodness,” Jasper gasped, “is that really how my hair looked today?”
switching backpacks on a summers day when you have to many books in them and they are heavy for your back and then your back is sore and you ask your mom for some medicine and then she runs you a hot bath at 7:30 because your bedtime is at 8, this is what it is like being a kid in the summer time with your friends and then you realize in the bathtub you have bug bites and you are so itchy and you want to cry but your mom puts ointment on it
I began switching the light. On and off. On and Off. It flickered and beamed at the same time. Where was I, in an alien land? Who am I. The questions spewed out of me like molten lava out of a vicious and triumphant volcano. Switch on. Light on. Devil out. Switch off. Light off. Conscious out.
These days have left me twitching and switching to new vices and advice from strangers and dangers I’ve encountered are too many to count but this never-a-girl-scout will forge on in search of courage and endurance comes from within what is this a Nike free run commercial with songs that lack depth that touch every shallow person susceptible to shit cuz this bitch don’t swallow down that bottled, nondescript prescription of problems we don’t have linking to a new dissonance in the mind what’s my job on this earth to yield mirth but at the cost of what and on who’s dime it’s an epidemic and we should all be ashamed for selling out to corporate names for fame that we can’t even claim.
changing is every thing, when you stuck in something in your lifr you must changet and swotcth to something new, make any movement, make any new step, do need to finish it just go with it, this is what life will swtiching as you want and will take you to a different world
Switching from the left lane, Adam drove into the underpass increasing his speed as he went. He had to put as much distance between him and his pursurers
this is the second time i got switching. i feel as though its too dificult. switch the light switch on and off. switching chat windows on facebook. turn on the oven at the switch honey… ehhmmm
switchis is always good, switch your mood from time to time, switch your friends, switch groups. that is the only way that you will ever find your true self. No body can tell you to stop switching. seitch channel, switch music, switch whatever makes you happy to become happier
I’ve been switching songs on youtube for a while. I’ve gone from covers of classics to the classics themselves. What I would give to be in that moment, singing my song to a crowd and able to express every moment that I felt at that moment.
Should we dream of switching lives? Or should we live our own lives, in the growing likelihood that we’ll be less remarkable as we age?
Which one … which one … which one to choose. I dithered, weighing my choices. First this one seemed more appealing, and then the other. And that other one over there that I hadn’t thought about nearly long enough to really assess properly.
Choosing was, always, for me agony. Once you’ve made the choice, after all, you’ve given up on the possibilities to choose any of the others. You can’t switch sides once a choice is made.
The train switching yards are old and out of use. They built fences after 9/11, so we can’t walk the tracks, but we can stand and point with our cheeks pressed against the chain link. These are monsters, these trains.
Switching over to a new life where he was not insane and deep in a sea of melancholy, letting go of everything I became but never wanted to be. Letting go of ties that burden my existence, with weight of loneliness and duty to people I didn’t ask for being shed.
oneworld. it was not separated. the words. right? they were glued together. right? i don’t know. it seemed so. What to say more. it reminds me U2’s song.
CHANGING INTERFACE TO SLOWLY BE MORE OR LESS FAR FROM YOU BECAUSE AS FAR AS I GET MEANS I WILL BE CLOSER TO YOUR REAL SELF. THE ONE THAT NEVER WANTS ME CLOSE.
lights choosing wither to make your settings dark or filled with light, good and evil. Yin and Yang. And in at any moment you decide to flip the switch or not
when youre switching it on you dont have to look back for its not you whos switching it, its the switch thats switching you. how awful it is to switch no?
Switching life. Switching my life with someome else’s it can be fun. SOme one with a better life. I can experience things I;ve never experienced before. Switching is greats, I keeps things fresh and new.
Long, flowing limbs covered in buds of yellow. The forsythia bush grew underneath the windows. Silent guardians of winter. Bright golden trumpeters of spring. Stinging reminders not to break the rules of the house. Yellow buds fall upon raised red welts.
switch placeds parent trap going from one thing to another confusing change helpless upside down they dont know whats happening it could be better off maybe but maybe its worse you wont know until after you have switched this could be a learning experience you can switch anything.
The fear rose through me like a cartoon temperature gauge. Switching in. I had been so reluctant to find a place on the bench, saturated with fervor and adrenaline for the game. But after I had been out for a minute, shouting from the sidelines, I had a tinge of fear to return to the court. I hated switching for the same reason I hated anything that made me tense up with nerves.
I always switch my state of mind or my opinion because i never know what is truly right or wrong. It may be arbitrary or maybe just hard to learn. The truth resists simplicity.
Raks when will you switch on your attention on me? Raks I am still waiting to see your eyes. I want to kiss you man. Are you ready to accept meas your life partner
I’m constantly switching my moods back and forth between elated and depressed. I can’t ever find a nice gray area in between the two worlds. I want to journey down into the center of emotions but I’ll always find myself lost and left behind.
She kept switching back and forth between the top of the building or something dramatic like a razor blade in the bathtub. Inevitably she knew that things would work out like they always do. Bland and unattractive. Flabby and sad.
moving on to something even if the matter on hand is not yet through. trying to transfer to a much less uncomfortable situation. deciding. changing decisions. unsure.
on and off. click click. opposites. no sames allowed! silly kids. goofy. the silly switch misca moosca jello world! silly angela!
Switch. She switched to a less depressing channel, one where things were harmless. One that wouldn`t remind her that life is hard, or that she was broken. She switched to a channel that would lie to her, even if for only a short while. She switched to a channel that would make the truth seem unimportant, and the comfort of lies seem good.
To me the loveliest symbol of the change in the preoccupations of artists, in their freedom, from the depiction of religion and the court to that of our everyday life, is the appearance in art of women in aprons, bundling switching in their husbands’ fields, and resting there to have their midday meal, latter day madonnas, and closer to us, and a truer reflection of our lives than any biblical depiction of St. Sebastian.
I’m switching to a better place
where the grass is greener
and the fences higher
and your neighbor doesn’t
mow his lawn all the time
i’m switching to a better place
where the sky is bluer
and the clouds are gone
and your neighbor’s wife
is as ugly as their lawn
Places back and forth. Personalities. Disapparate. HP. Roles in life: father becoming the needy child who must confess everything and be craddled; daughter becoming the responsible adult, having to care for the needy father.
Switching back and forth from the person I was to the person I am. How can this vacillation end? Is it forever a struggle or is it one step back and two steps forward? Switching lives switching days gave I already paved the way for another day?
And I keep on switching.
Left to right unsure of my consequences.
I don’t know where I’ll go or if she’ll be with me at the end of my journey
But she doesn’t know my mind keeps switching,
My gears keep grinding…
Where do I go if I keep on switching?
switch leap! i wish i could switch leap as well as one of my friends. It is actually really difficult to leap like that and you wouldn’t realize it unless you tried to do it. I still can’t get my legs very far out when I try it and I really wish I could!!!! They are so pretty when they are great!
Switching thread. As simple and therapeutic as switching thread. That’s what this is. Through the eye of the needle, the hardest part, and then you’re finished. Switched. Done.
I changed over about a year ago to the new drugs. They didn’t help. Now I lie dying in a cancer ward, pitied by my friends, breaking down inside and outside while everyone avoids me, they can’t look me in the eye can they with the embarrassment they feel. Once upon a time I had hair as gold as rapunzel.
Just like that. Boom. It was done. I almost couldn’t believe it; one minute I was sitting across from him, and the next–and I mean in the blink of an eye– bam! I was staring myself down, and I can’t even begin to tell you how hysterical my face looked.
“Goodness,” Jasper gasped, “is that really how my hair looked today?”
switching backpacks on a summers day when you have to many books in them and they are heavy for your back and then your back is sore and you ask your mom for some medicine and then she runs you a hot bath at 7:30 because your bedtime is at 8, this is what it is like being a kid in the summer time with your friends and then you realize in the bathtub you have bug bites and you are so itchy and you want to cry but your mom puts ointment on it
While I was at the store I saw a few different drink mixes I wanted to choose from. I grabbed the name brand stuff first then decided on another.
I began switching the light. On and off. On and Off. It flickered and beamed at the same time. Where was I, in an alien land? Who am I. The questions spewed out of me like molten lava out of a vicious and triumphant volcano. Switch on. Light on. Devil out. Switch off. Light off. Conscious out.
These days have left me twitching and switching to new vices and advice from strangers and dangers I’ve encountered are too many to count but this never-a-girl-scout will forge on in search of courage and endurance comes from within what is this a Nike free run commercial with songs that lack depth that touch every shallow person susceptible to shit cuz this bitch don’t swallow down that bottled, nondescript prescription of problems we don’t have linking to a new dissonance in the mind what’s my job on this earth to yield mirth but at the cost of what and on who’s dime it’s an epidemic and we should all be ashamed for selling out to corporate names for fame that we can’t even claim.
changing is every thing, when you stuck in something in your lifr you must changet and swotcth to something new, make any movement, make any new step, do need to finish it just go with it, this is what life will swtiching as you want and will take you to a different world
Switching from the left lane, Adam drove into the underpass increasing his speed as he went. He had to put as much distance between him and his pursurers
this is the second time i got switching. i feel as though its too dificult. switch the light switch on and off. switching chat windows on facebook. turn on the oven at the switch honey… ehhmmm
switchis is always good, switch your mood from time to time, switch your friends, switch groups. that is the only way that you will ever find your true self. No body can tell you to stop switching. seitch channel, switch music, switch whatever makes you happy to become happier
I’ve been switching songs on youtube for a while. I’ve gone from covers of classics to the classics themselves. What I would give to be in that moment, singing my song to a crowd and able to express every moment that I felt at that moment.
Should we dream of switching lives? Or should we live our own lives, in the growing likelihood that we’ll be less remarkable as we age?
Which one … which one … which one to choose. I dithered, weighing my choices. First this one seemed more appealing, and then the other. And that other one over there that I hadn’t thought about nearly long enough to really assess properly.
Choosing was, always, for me agony. Once you’ve made the choice, after all, you’ve given up on the possibilities to choose any of the others. You can’t switch sides once a choice is made.
i am switching views
like how a river switches its course
to follow a new path
to lead a new life
i go with the flow
of change
The train switching yards are old and out of use. They built fences after 9/11, so we can’t walk the tracks, but we can stand and point with our cheeks pressed against the chain link. These are monsters, these trains.
Switching over to a new life where he was not insane and deep in a sea of melancholy, letting go of everything I became but never wanted to be. Letting go of ties that burden my existence, with weight of loneliness and duty to people I didn’t ask for being shed.
oneworld. it was not separated. the words. right? they were glued together. right? i don’t know. it seemed so. What to say more. it reminds me U2’s song.
CHANGING INTERFACE TO SLOWLY BE MORE OR LESS FAR FROM YOU BECAUSE AS FAR AS I GET MEANS I WILL BE CLOSER TO YOUR REAL SELF. THE ONE THAT NEVER WANTS ME CLOSE.
Inspire me. Give me a clue about finding one new idea that will tipple over, switching on all the lights and revealing the purpose of life.
Changing lanes
Red light, green light, orange light
Boy girl, girl boy
Opposite
Dress, pants
lights choosing wither to make your settings dark or filled with light, good and evil. Yin and Yang. And in at any moment you decide to flip the switch or not
when youre switching it on you dont have to look back for its not you whos switching it, its the switch thats switching you. how awful it is to switch no?
Switching life. Switching my life with someome else’s it can be fun. SOme one with a better life. I can experience things I;ve never experienced before. Switching is greats, I keeps things fresh and new.
Long, flowing limbs covered in buds of yellow. The forsythia bush grew underneath the windows. Silent guardians of winter. Bright golden trumpeters of spring. Stinging reminders not to break the rules of the house. Yellow buds fall upon raised red welts.
shifting
switch placeds parent trap going from one thing to another confusing change helpless upside down they dont know whats happening it could be better off maybe but maybe its worse you wont know until after you have switched this could be a learning experience you can switch anything.
The fear rose through me like a cartoon temperature gauge. Switching in. I had been so reluctant to find a place on the bench, saturated with fervor and adrenaline for the game. But after I had been out for a minute, shouting from the sidelines, I had a tinge of fear to return to the court. I hated switching for the same reason I hated anything that made me tense up with nerves.