They never saw themselves from my perspective. If only they could have stepped out of their bodies for a second and just seen what they looked like. How much they should be grateful for.
They had no one to blame but themselves. The outcome was if anything predictable. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been warned. The body on the floor was on them. Plain and simple. Now all they had to do was figure out how to get themselves out of the mess they’d created.
There was nothing else to be, not really. Not after everything. So vague and yet so exact: everything. It was a phrase she could whip out and the others would nod their heads like they understood. Sometimes she wondered if they did. Sometimes she wondered if they didn’t. The fact, regardless, remained: there was nothing left, not really, to be.
People don’t act like themselves but maybe because nobody knows themselves. Everyone and everything is constantly changing. People say that others change around certain people but that’s natural, different personalities bring out different sides to yourself.
Cats like to lick themselves. poop. um…………………..shelves? selves? what is life? who are we as individuals? we are all cats floating in the atmosphere. who are you? what are you?
CATZ <3
how do you spell orange?
thats why her hair is so big….ITS FULL OF SECRETS
AND CATS
ITS FULL OF CATS
by im not giving you my precious name.... on 11.09.2012
They hate themselves. Everytime they look in the mirror, the blank sheet on which their lives are written, they want to escape inside in the hope that on the other side, there is no reflection. So don’t take it too badly when they’re jealous that you have smashed the glass.
I’m walking on a tightrope wire. They didn’t believe me when I said I was too afraid to fall. So, instead I stay high, remembering you before you left. The last word “Themselves”.
His self. Herr self. Themselves. “How do you get to her house?”, they asked themselves. They didn’t know, but they did know that they didn’t to find it fast. They were running, running for freedom, runnimg from opression, running from themselves. “Why did we do it?”, she asked as they were running from the crime scene.
Thinking about other people is the hardest thing to do. People are generally fairly wrapped up in themselves, so when someone notices you, it makes you happy.
They contained within themselves
At least seventeen times as many people as they actually were
With each summer of their seventeen-year lives
They became a new person
And each person grew to dislike the others before themselves
what i think about when i see themselves is people that only think about themselves and how they only treat themsevles right but not other people and that song by willow iamme
They are far too concerned with themselves. How can they think when all they see is themselves., Think of others, think of concepts. This will be the key to your embittered freedom. Kill time with the best of them. Do it now. Do it fast. Think for YOURSELF.
They dried themselves off once the sun went down. It wouldn’t be much longer ’til they had to go inside anyway, so they thought “what the hell.” If they were lucky they could catch the last half of
they sit by themselves thinking their own thoughts
wrap up in a reality and reality where we’re not
we’re not there
we’re non existent
we don’t cause problems
we don’t add on to the stress
we don’t make their life any more of a mess
They themselves can’t remember what it was like to trudge in those shoes, it’s natural because time takes that away from a person – they forget. But it’s something – I believe – I can hold onto. I will hold to it dearly. I won’t forget, right? I won’t become sour. Maybe it just takes telling myself that.
ONE DAY THEMSELVES WERE IN THE PARK AND THEMSELVES SAW THEMSELVES A KILLER AND THEMSELVES GOT THEMSELVES A BAT AND STARED TO HIT THE KILLER WITH THEMSELVES BAT AND THE REST OF THE DAY THE HAD THEMSELVES SOME FUN.
they themselves are simple. they’re like they don’t even know what’s going on. it’s like they exist apart from everyone else and they don’t even care. but i know. they are just like me. with their own hopes, and fears. and dreams. and loved ones they care too much about but that don’t know they exist. they are.
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They must be behaving themselves because I have yet to see a rotten egg thrown at the Obama poster on my doorstep.
They never saw themselves from my perspective. If only they could have stepped out of their bodies for a second and just seen what they looked like. How much they should be grateful for.
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They had no one to blame but themselves. The outcome was if anything predictable. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been warned. The body on the floor was on them. Plain and simple. Now all they had to do was figure out how to get themselves out of the mess they’d created.
oh my gfoodnesss im on a rampage stop givingt the worf t6hemselvcwes
There was nothing else to be, not really. Not after everything. So vague and yet so exact: everything. It was a phrase she could whip out and the others would nod their heads like they understood. Sometimes she wondered if they did. Sometimes she wondered if they didn’t. The fact, regardless, remained: there was nothing left, not really, to be.
People don’t act like themselves but maybe because nobody knows themselves. Everyone and everything is constantly changing. People say that others change around certain people but that’s natural, different personalities bring out different sides to yourself.
Cats like to lick themselves. poop. um…………………..shelves? selves? what is life? who are we as individuals? we are all cats floating in the atmosphere. who are you? what are you?
CATZ <3
how do you spell orange?
thats why her hair is so big….ITS FULL OF SECRETS
AND CATS
ITS FULL OF CATS
STOP GIVING ME THEMSELVES GIVE ME A NEW WORD!!!!!! IM GONNA KILL THE COMPUTER!!!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!! GRRRRRR ANGRY FACE
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i am very confuseddddddddddddd like a lot can someone explain what the heck im supposed to do?
meeeee
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They hate themselves. Everytime they look in the mirror, the blank sheet on which their lives are written, they want to escape inside in the hope that on the other side, there is no reflection. So don’t take it too badly when they’re jealous that you have smashed the glass.
I’m walking on a tightrope wire. They didn’t believe me when I said I was too afraid to fall. So, instead I stay high, remembering you before you left. The last word “Themselves”.
His self. Herr self. Themselves. “How do you get to her house?”, they asked themselves. They didn’t know, but they did know that they didn’t to find it fast. They were running, running for freedom, runnimg from opression, running from themselves. “Why did we do it?”, she asked as they were running from the crime scene.
I THINK OF ME TALKIN ABOUT MY SELF OR I USE THEMSELVES FOR SOME ONE ELSE
Thinking about other people is the hardest thing to do. People are generally fairly wrapped up in themselves, so when someone notices you, it makes you happy.
They contained within themselves
At least seventeen times as many people as they actually were
With each summer of their seventeen-year lives
They became a new person
And each person grew to dislike the others before themselves
what i think about when i see themselves is people that only think about themselves and how they only treat themsevles right but not other people and that song by willow iamme
what i think about when i see themselves is alot of sentences and people that only think bout themselves like why
all they think about is themselves,
no
he thinks about himself.
what about me.
what about me.
what about me.
why don’t you care.
They are far too concerned with themselves. How can they think when all they see is themselves., Think of others, think of concepts. This will be the key to your embittered freedom. Kill time with the best of them. Do it now. Do it fast. Think for YOURSELF.
They dried themselves off once the sun went down. It wouldn’t be much longer ’til they had to go inside anyway, so they thought “what the hell.” If they were lucky they could catch the last half of
I think it means one person . nobdy else but you , like everybody for themselves nobody helps you on;y one person !
they sit by themselves thinking their own thoughts
wrap up in a reality and reality where we’re not
we’re not there
we’re non existent
we don’t cause problems
we don’t add on to the stress
we don’t make their life any more of a mess
The school did not let them in so they let themselves in.
They themselves can’t remember what it was like to trudge in those shoes, it’s natural because time takes that away from a person – they forget. But it’s something – I believe – I can hold onto. I will hold to it dearly. I won’t forget, right? I won’t become sour. Maybe it just takes telling myself that.
ONE DAY THEMSELVES WERE IN THE PARK AND THEMSELVES SAW THEMSELVES A KILLER AND THEMSELVES GOT THEMSELVES A BAT AND STARED TO HIT THE KILLER WITH THEMSELVES BAT AND THE REST OF THE DAY THE HAD THEMSELVES SOME FUN.
I hope you see me
I hope you hear me
you could only feel me
I could only see thee
one person , nobody else , its only that person , your by yourself its just you everybody for their self .
they are themselves and themselves alone. Totally different. NO Inhibitions. The bastards.
A group of people.
a word we use everyday. known as a clique
IF THERE ARE MORE THAN 5 PEOPLE THEY CALL THE THEMSELVES. THEMSELVES IS A SPECIAL WORD. THEMSELVES LOVE THEMSELVES.
she went to the park just to talk to her friends you should go to the park she he me you her him they
themselves
the fought for
elbows and thumbs
themselves
they pushed and shoved
and no one cared
but themselves
my parents told me about the brother i lost
– but not their grief
they said they can’t buy me a christmas gift
– but not of our debts
they told me not to smoke or fuck or drink
– but not their mistakes
they wanted to keep me as a child longer
– but forgot i grew older
i wish they let me know them a little more
– but they kept to
they themselves are simple. they’re like they don’t even know what’s going on. it’s like they exist apart from everyone else and they don’t even care. but i know. they are just like me. with their own hopes, and fears. and dreams. and loved ones they care too much about but that don’t know they exist. they are.