the temper is about climate, about wheter or something like that. I don’t really know what the hell is it, but i suppose that it’s related to those things, because there are many other words of the same kind that are related to de weather. Temperatura in spanish is temperature, i think it about the same.
He has the worst temper. Whenever even the simplest thing goes wrong, he loses it. He loses it in different ways every time. There’s the standard punching of walls or throwing things, but then there are more dangerous times. Times when he does things he can’t even bring himself to think about the next day.
I have one of these when people blow me off. I fight and get angry and cry and sometimes nobody knows why because I’m too proud to explain it. It’s sad. I wish I could explain it. I don’t know what to say to them.
temper reminds me of the tempest. ive never actually read the tempest. or seen it performed. i have a pretty even temper. i enjoy even tempered people. a temper is something that everyone has but many deny that they have a short one. mine is pretty tall. i named him andrew becasue andrew is a tall name for a male temper. my brothers temper is named drew because it’s like andrew except short. people are more even tempered the older they get. but sometimes people go backwards with time.
I hate that Sarah O.’s temper is insane. Nothing can better prepare you for the real word other than living with Sarah. I mean, seriously. My roommate is really cool though. I mean, I love her despite her weirdness.
There are two basic types of tempers: good temper and bad temper. My mother has a bad temper. If you do one little thing wrong, she will get more angry than she should be. It’s ridiculous! One time, I forgot to add a new roll of toilet paper and she started screaming and throwing a tantrum at me while still sitting on the toilet. It looked so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh. People should really try to control their temper because having a bad temper is detrimental to your health and well being.
Yes, everyone has a temper. I sorta don’t know what temper means. Like, I know what it means, but…I’m just gonna stop talking now. These entries are getting lamer and lamer (like my blog)
A brand of mattresses that are very comfortable. My mom and aunt both have very short tempers, so when they get pissed off by a cabinet door swung open, all hell rains down on us. Maybe if they slept on a temperpedic mattress, they wouldnt bitch as much, but that might be wishful thinking.
Hah, temper.
Literally, my first thought. My temper is awful. My father’s temper is worse. I think I beat my sister because I can’t help how angry I get when I’m around her.
I don’t beat her, unless I feel she deserves it.
But why?
What does she do that makes me believe she deserves to be beaten?
I have a temper. I want to rip her to shreds. I want to hold her against the wall, and look into her eyes. They’re brown. I want to hold her there, and laugh in her face. Maybe press a kiss against her mouth the way we did when we were friends and she wanted to impress her boyfriend. I want to hold a knife to her throat, and laugh, softly in her ear. They’re extra sensitive, y’know. And I want to tell her what I really think of her now. Oh yes, I have a temper. But I keep it under control, because she’s most afraid of me when I’m… reigned in.
I have a poor temper when it involves people I care about, or respect. Or when it involves people who are rude and acting like dumbasses. Those people… I just lose myself sometimes and honestly don’t know what to do with them.
i have a bad one sometimes. it kills the mood. i like it though because i can control the world. can’t you? love is in the air. love is everywhere. poop. temper tantrums seem to have an effect on everyone.
I love people with tempers. I think it symbolizes their humanity, unrestrained and perfect, when they have all this built up anger they can’t control. It’s so lovely.
Can be a horrible thing. Too many people take for granted how tempered someone can be in tolerating someone elses temper. But, it also allows people to defend themselves nad not be pussies. I guess having a short temper isnt a bad thing, but is instead a good thing because you react more quickly instead of moping and studying one subject.
His temper was constantly controlled,
Trained to subside like the waves of a tide rolling back and forth in his brain.
It wasn’t healthy, but at least it did no harm to those around him.
The tidal waves of his passion would be too strong for the world,
and leave him an island.
Check it.
The dry face seemed familiar
like a face print in sand
so she allowed the standing close,
the easy smile, the drunk fuelled release
All the way to November
through light early snow and lighted evenings
the face grew tempered, like summer glass
Come this New Years, the snow
grated under opening doors
while she sat happy with the light
of the television, comfort
in the soaked shards of her life
He had a temper so fierce he could blow apart a brick wall with his fist. How could he have gotten that way, you wonder? it’s hard to tell. His father was known to have a temper as well…
It was like a temper tantrum. That fitful wanting that can only be suppressed by giving what you have. The only problem was that I had absolutely nothing left to curtail it’s advances.
“Drink,” she suggested, handing him a glass with beads of condensation on it. “It might help cool your temper.”
He stared at the fizzy yellow liquid, watching the bubbles rise, rise, burst on the surface. Then he threw the glass, bursting into tears as it hit the wall and shattered. Life had given him lemons, but he wasn’t quite ready for lemonade.
I don’t have a temper. you have a temper. everyone has a temper. no one has a temper. they blame their own problems on other people. we all have tempers. but only you have a temper.
Temperaturen sind relativ. Mal so, mal so. Auf dem Mond oder auf dem Mars können sie ziemlich extrem nach oben oder nach unten schwanken. Weil es dort keine bzw. nur eine sehr dünne Atmosphäre gibt. Auf der Venus sind sie immer gleichbleibend hoch. Und es ist rötlich bewölkt. Dauerhaft Dämmerlicht, 300 Grad und Gewitter. Sehr heimelig.
My temper can be fierce. It’s over as quickly as it began. Is it the Irish in me? The Russian Jew? The person who suffers from an invisible disability that has played havoc with my life?
Raw. I’m mad. and upset. well I’m not really right now I’m listening to Yonlanda with Jonathan. But temper gr. It’s hard to get into a bad mood to write about temper when I just got over being very upset. So I don’t really want to channel that right now. I guess that’s why it’s hard to write sometimes. Because you do not want to channel what you do not feel.
i once lost my temper during a game of scrabble, my use of vowels was considered quite inappropriate by my half dyslexic cousin. i hit in the face with the triangle holder thing, it was humerous until he called me a cnut.
My face turns red. Bright red. I mean, cherry red. My hands grip tightly and my knuckels turn white. I scream at the top of my lungs. I run upstairs slam the door, and cry to my pillow who tells me everythings ok.
I never remember what happened before or after. My picture book memory of those early years has a startlingly dark screen whenever the temper appeared and as long as it lasted, there is a humming and the image of a small girl holding shut her eyes and her ears and screaming.
John never was one to mince words. All his life, if it went through his brain, it came out his mouth. By the time he was 16 he had a set of fake teeth in the front, a couple broken noses, and more stitches than I can count.
That is, until her learned to control his anger, temper it into something more refined.
I have a bad temper when it comes to people i’m really cool with. I act like a brat shameful to say. For instance I love being with my boyfriend so I always beg him to come over.
temper can cause troubles when you are angry—temper can be friendly when calm—loving with someone close to you—-tender with children—so mind your tenderness
He had such a temper and I hated it. I hated when I could see the fiery in his eyes, when I knew his hand was coming at me faster than I would have ever thought. I hated going through cover up bottles as often as tissues. His temper got to me, and I gained my own temper. I guess the time in jail is worth seeing him die by my hand.
The tempered glass will shatter beneath the merest glance with the hammer. There’s no chance of survival on this one, I suppose. It’s been a good life. That’s the only thing I’ve got, and that’s what I’m going to stick to.
I have to.
But, to tease the “temperless”. There is no return. To harm one who wishes not to harm. One who wishes to live and let live. One who wishes for eternal equilibrium. That is fatal.
To harm one who does not deserves it. That is worst, and most inhuman act.
the temper is about climate, about wheter or something like that. I don’t really know what the hell is it, but i suppose that it’s related to those things, because there are many other words of the same kind that are related to de weather. Temperatura in spanish is temperature, i think it about the same.
He has the worst temper. Whenever even the simplest thing goes wrong, he loses it. He loses it in different ways every time. There’s the standard punching of walls or throwing things, but then there are more dangerous times. Times when he does things he can’t even bring himself to think about the next day.
I have one of these when people blow me off. I fight and get angry and cry and sometimes nobody knows why because I’m too proud to explain it. It’s sad. I wish I could explain it. I don’t know what to say to them.
happens when you have a tantrum, uncontrollable at times and damaging to the one causing it
also like the band temper trap that has one of the best songs in existence Sweet disposition
something i hope not to have, that won’t control me
Jack Torrance had one and it was bad
The way you looked at me, tempered with pity when you said goodbye, was more than I could stand.
temper reminds me of the tempest. ive never actually read the tempest. or seen it performed. i have a pretty even temper. i enjoy even tempered people. a temper is something that everyone has but many deny that they have a short one. mine is pretty tall. i named him andrew becasue andrew is a tall name for a male temper. my brothers temper is named drew because it’s like andrew except short. people are more even tempered the older they get. but sometimes people go backwards with time.
I hate that Sarah O.’s temper is insane. Nothing can better prepare you for the real word other than living with Sarah. I mean, seriously. My roommate is really cool though. I mean, I love her despite her weirdness.
There are two basic types of tempers: good temper and bad temper. My mother has a bad temper. If you do one little thing wrong, she will get more angry than she should be. It’s ridiculous! One time, I forgot to add a new roll of toilet paper and she started screaming and throwing a tantrum at me while still sitting on the toilet. It looked so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh. People should really try to control their temper because having a bad temper is detrimental to your health and well being.
Yes, everyone has a temper. I sorta don’t know what temper means. Like, I know what it means, but…I’m just gonna stop talking now. These entries are getting lamer and lamer (like my blog)
I am a fairly mellow person who very rarely loses her temper. But when I do, people surely get out of my way.
A brand of mattresses that are very comfortable. My mom and aunt both have very short tempers, so when they get pissed off by a cabinet door swung open, all hell rains down on us. Maybe if they slept on a temperpedic mattress, they wouldnt bitch as much, but that might be wishful thinking.
Rather than become frightened by this display, my temper flared. “What is this nonsense? Cut the sleight of hand and speak plainly!”
His hand dropped, and with it his gaze. “I would if it were permitted.”
“Who is stopping you?” I shouted.
He looked back at me then. “You are.”
Hah, temper.
Literally, my first thought. My temper is awful. My father’s temper is worse. I think I beat my sister because I can’t help how angry I get when I’m around her.
I don’t beat her, unless I feel she deserves it.
But why?
What does she do that makes me believe she deserves to be beaten?
temper temper
can’t let anger get out of control
big kids use their words, not their swords
I have a temper. I want to rip her to shreds. I want to hold her against the wall, and look into her eyes. They’re brown. I want to hold her there, and laugh in her face. Maybe press a kiss against her mouth the way we did when we were friends and she wanted to impress her boyfriend. I want to hold a knife to her throat, and laugh, softly in her ear. They’re extra sensitive, y’know. And I want to tell her what I really think of her now. Oh yes, I have a temper. But I keep it under control, because she’s most afraid of me when I’m… reigned in.
I have a poor temper when it involves people I care about, or respect. Or when it involves people who are rude and acting like dumbasses. Those people… I just lose myself sometimes and honestly don’t know what to do with them.
i have a bad one sometimes. it kills the mood. i like it though because i can control the world. can’t you? love is in the air. love is everywhere. poop. temper tantrums seem to have an effect on everyone.
he had a vile temper, the old man…for days he would lie in the bed, glaring at me with murderous eyes….one day, thought to myself,
I love people with tempers. I think it symbolizes their humanity, unrestrained and perfect, when they have all this built up anger they can’t control. It’s so lovely.
i don’t really know something about temper because i am bad at english . i hope in the future i will learn this language and i will be good at it.
Can be a horrible thing. Too many people take for granted how tempered someone can be in tolerating someone elses temper. But, it also allows people to defend themselves nad not be pussies. I guess having a short temper isnt a bad thing, but is instead a good thing because you react more quickly instead of moping and studying one subject.
His temper was constantly controlled,
Trained to subside like the waves of a tide rolling back and forth in his brain.
It wasn’t healthy, but at least it did no harm to those around him.
The tidal waves of his passion would be too strong for the world,
and leave him an island.
Check it.
New Years
The dry face seemed familiar
like a face print in sand
so she allowed the standing close,
the easy smile, the drunk fuelled release
All the way to November
through light early snow and lighted evenings
the face grew tempered, like summer glass
Come this New Years, the snow
grated under opening doors
while she sat happy with the light
of the television, comfort
in the soaked shards of her life
He had a temper so fierce he could blow apart a brick wall with his fist. How could he have gotten that way, you wonder? it’s hard to tell. His father was known to have a temper as well…
It was like a temper tantrum. That fitful wanting that can only be suppressed by giving what you have. The only problem was that I had absolutely nothing left to curtail it’s advances.
“Drink,” she suggested, handing him a glass with beads of condensation on it. “It might help cool your temper.”
He stared at the fizzy yellow liquid, watching the bubbles rise, rise, burst on the surface. Then he threw the glass, bursting into tears as it hit the wall and shattered. Life had given him lemons, but he wasn’t quite ready for lemonade.
To refine, to hone. To make useful. Now temper that tantrum.
I don’t have a temper. you have a temper. everyone has a temper. no one has a temper. they blame their own problems on other people. we all have tempers. but only you have a temper.
Temperaturen sind relativ. Mal so, mal so. Auf dem Mond oder auf dem Mars können sie ziemlich extrem nach oben oder nach unten schwanken. Weil es dort keine bzw. nur eine sehr dünne Atmosphäre gibt. Auf der Venus sind sie immer gleichbleibend hoch. Und es ist rötlich bewölkt. Dauerhaft Dämmerlicht, 300 Grad und Gewitter. Sehr heimelig.
My temper can be fierce. It’s over as quickly as it began. Is it the Irish in me? The Russian Jew? The person who suffers from an invisible disability that has played havoc with my life?
Raw. I’m mad. and upset. well I’m not really right now I’m listening to Yonlanda with Jonathan. But temper gr. It’s hard to get into a bad mood to write about temper when I just got over being very upset. So I don’t really want to channel that right now. I guess that’s why it’s hard to write sometimes. Because you do not want to channel what you do not feel.
i once lost my temper during a game of scrabble, my use of vowels was considered quite inappropriate by my half dyslexic cousin. i hit in the face with the triangle holder thing, it was humerous until he called me a cnut.
My face turns red. Bright red. I mean, cherry red. My hands grip tightly and my knuckels turn white. I scream at the top of my lungs. I run upstairs slam the door, and cry to my pillow who tells me everythings ok.
I never remember what happened before or after. My picture book memory of those early years has a startlingly dark screen whenever the temper appeared and as long as it lasted, there is a humming and the image of a small girl holding shut her eyes and her ears and screaming.
John never was one to mince words. All his life, if it went through his brain, it came out his mouth. By the time he was 16 he had a set of fake teeth in the front, a couple broken noses, and more stitches than I can count.
That is, until her learned to control his anger, temper it into something more refined.
Now he’s teaching kindergarten.
I have a bad temper when it comes to people i’m really cool with. I act like a brat shameful to say. For instance I love being with my boyfriend so I always beg him to come over.
temper can cause troubles when you are angry—temper can be friendly when calm—loving with someone close to you—-tender with children—so mind your tenderness
He had such a temper and I hated it. I hated when I could see the fiery in his eyes, when I knew his hand was coming at me faster than I would have ever thought. I hated going through cover up bottles as often as tissues. His temper got to me, and I gained my own temper. I guess the time in jail is worth seeing him die by my hand.
The tempered glass will shatter beneath the merest glance with the hammer. There’s no chance of survival on this one, I suppose. It’s been a good life. That’s the only thing I’ve got, and that’s what I’m going to stick to.
I have to.
To tease the tempered. That is fatal.
But, to tease the “temperless”. There is no return. To harm one who wishes not to harm. One who wishes to live and let live. One who wishes for eternal equilibrium. That is fatal.
To harm one who does not deserves it. That is worst, and most inhuman act.