Like a thief in the night darkness will find you. The Book Thief by Cornelia Funke. That song that Rasputin sings in Fox’s ‘Anastasia’. Thievery Plagiarism. Stolen bread that isn’t really stolen but still. The Boy With The Bread.
“You stole…everything. My independence, my stability, my self-assured attitude.” I glanced down, trying to keep the tears inside of my eyes. But the harder I tried, the more blurry everything around me became. The tears dropped out and into the grass, and I looked back up. I was sick of being self-conscious. This is who I am. “Scratch that. You just gave me a new reason to wake up in the morning: to prove you wrong.”
there was a theif in the night stealing not goods or money but souls. he was taking them to heaven to live in glory, music, relief. there were those who refused to come, to believe it was real, yet it WAS real. You could touch it, if only with your heart and soul. And it is never ending. Joy, joy and can only be known here on this earth in the briefest of moments. Barely glimpsed yet ever sought.
You think you are so bad with your ski mask and your gloves. You think you are invincible. You are unstoppable. Come take my possessions. Come take my memories. You are a coward.
as a thief in the night, thoughts without thinking take everything and leave little. not a letter, a sign of something… drifting dementia keeps one awake.
Sometimes I think celebrities are more like thieves… They steal whatever diginity you used to have, and replace it with complete obsession. Maybe they don’t mean to do that, but sometimes we normal folk can’t help it. People like Darren Criss, he is a thief. He stole my dignity, and now I am completely obsessed.
he came in the middle of july. the air was hot and dense with humidity and longing and hurt. he came, and he took what he needed. what he wanted. he grabbed at whatever he could find. the easiest most obvious things. my jewels, my clothes, my belief in certain things such as love and charity. he took my caring and doting and smothering. he took my glances and touches. my worries and hopes. he snatched everything in sight up. but he missed my most valuable possession. my most hidden and prized. my deepest pocket remained untouched. he left my heart.
Thieves are people who cannot find what they search in their own hearts. Instead, they creep into children’s rooms in the middle of the night, and steal their innocence. They break into the bank in broad daylight and threaten with guns to claim wealth they didn’t have as children when their father’s had run out and mommy couldn’t pay the bills. They steal people’s hearts and break them in two, and then keep the pieces for themselves to make their own shattered hearts more whole. Yes, thieves are simply people who were once stolen from, and never forgave. Have mercy for the thieves. You shall always have more than they.
well, he just stole some part of my soul. He is a thief… soul thief. Anyway I think that the one that sells things very cheap it’s me, so he thought it was more honoirable to take it out rathr to pay. I didin0t valued myself,
Liar, cheat, steals from others. Might not be a bad person, but you always have a choice. Stealing due to circumstance is not right or wrong. Fueled by greed of either party. Robin Hood.
it’s gone. it’s been gone for as long as i remember and i know i’ll never get it back. my heart, it beats there, silently in his pocket. i’ve stopped searching for it now. i know who has it. the thief wasn’t very subtle. i know his whole name.
i didn’t really consider you a thief, actually, until i thought it through two years later. i remember scrubbing myself that night, trying desperately to feel clean again. i looked at the crinkly skin on my fingers, wondering if shame would rinse out.
as a thief in the night never makes an appointment we need to be watchful and spiritually awake to Jehovah’s Day stay awake and recognize the sign all around the world as the last days that bible speak about
Someone who took my love without asking. Turned me into a vulnerable person and left me out in this world, confused and lost. Never to know that they just walked in and took something I never planned on giving. No one was good enough for it but then he walked in and somehow I was without a care in this world, except to be with him. My love thief.
Thieves take things. That aren’t theirs. They steal peoples belongings, their lives, their ideas and their hearts and souls occasionally. I’ve had my heart stolen and i want it back. I’m tired, too tired to fight for it back, but i would like it returned eventually. Please and thankyou, little thief.
Trespass on the stone garden path of my love, young fool. Steal away into the coves on the warm, green shore. There, hydrangea and pavonia petals kiss the feet of knights who brave the fortress. There the ivy grows like a poison. There the blood runs deep but the water is deeper. A maelstrom of ventricles suck your soul into my bosom and leave you drenched in the dew of my lips.
“What are you doing?”
Retracting her hand from the jewellery box, Lex had the sense to look slightly guilty. “Oh, your mom never wears this stuff anyway!”
He shook his head in disbelief, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the glittering accessories. “You’re such a kleptomaniac.”
As a girl, I would steal anything my sticky little fingers could reach. Chocolates, plastic cars, lipstick: they all met their destiny in my Paddington Bear knapsack.
thief.
have i stolen what’s hers if you gave it to me freely?
glances, kisses, hands held under tables.
winding hips in dim dancehall juke joints…
love?
A thief (or many thieves) has taken many things from me in my life – a phone, laptop, clothes and my favourite perfume. Only someone who is stuck in unavoidable poverty should steal. A thief should try having something stolen from them. ENter Robin Hood!
The man who stole my innocence, the belief that I was invincible. Theft of happiness, mental stability, self respect. But also, the thief gave me something. Feminism.
Es ging immer tiefer nach unten. Es drehte. Nicht ich drehte, sondern die Spirale drehte sich nach unten. Ich beschrieb, was ich sah: “Nichts mit Drehung. Schwarze Schlieren mit braunen Sprenkeln. “Du bist ja lustig,” hörte ich ihre Stimme von fern, “gehst einfach mal so in Trance …”
He stole my heart. He took it from me, put it with his and ran away, leaving me broken on the kitchen floor.
I sobbed for three days. Heart wrenching sobs followed by the inevitable snot and tears any heartbroken cry session offers. Then I got up, and I vowed never to take that again.
the thief broke in through the back door
crashing glass on the dining room table
creating a center piece of shards and splinters
muddy footprints left a map of his movements
stole pennies from the bank. he had a mask over his head that was black. he was never caught by the police, because they did not have his fingerprints. He eventually went on to steal the Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, and Mount Rushmore. Nobody knows who he is. He wears gloves and a mask
Oh how utterly apt! The bitch just stole my livelihood, swept it out from right under my feet without a care in the world, disgusting, heartless thief.
there was once a thief. i saw him on the street. i wondered if he really wanted to steal something. then i followed him, cos he seemed like he was upto something sinister. but unfortunately he recognised me following him and some
This is what he takes. Here is where things have gone. This is the security that we have this is the death of your safety. Humble hideaways sparkle with lost memories old photographs and the sanctity of our old selves, and the horror of them being not in our hands anymore.
im sure i have stolen some things in my life. but the one thing i havent stolen is someones heart. like a greedy man stealing money, i just want to come along and take it for my own.
the thief entered the room and stole the valuable necklace. thinking of a means of escape, he ran downstairs where he was surprised by the burst of light. he scwinted his eyes. the shocked look on the homeowners faces made him drop the vase and run for his life. he barely got away before the cops came around the bend and arrested
The great thief of happiness is selfishness. This is not contradictory, but a truth that I have experienced over and over again.
Like a thief in the night darkness will find you. The Book Thief by Cornelia Funke. That song that Rasputin sings in Fox’s ‘Anastasia’. Thievery Plagiarism. Stolen bread that isn’t really stolen but still. The Boy With The Bread.
“You stole…everything. My independence, my stability, my self-assured attitude.” I glanced down, trying to keep the tears inside of my eyes. But the harder I tried, the more blurry everything around me became. The tears dropped out and into the grass, and I looked back up. I was sick of being self-conscious. This is who I am. “Scratch that. You just gave me a new reason to wake up in the morning: to prove you wrong.”
there was a theif in the night stealing not goods or money but souls. he was taking them to heaven to live in glory, music, relief. there were those who refused to come, to believe it was real, yet it WAS real. You could touch it, if only with your heart and soul. And it is never ending. Joy, joy and can only be known here on this earth in the briefest of moments. Barely glimpsed yet ever sought.
You think you are so bad with your ski mask and your gloves. You think you are invincible. You are unstoppable. Come take my possessions. Come take my memories. You are a coward.
as a thief in the night, thoughts without thinking take everything and leave little. not a letter, a sign of something… drifting dementia keeps one awake.
The thief came in the night and stole everything that I was. The empty me sits and waits for a new me to emerge.
Sometimes I think celebrities are more like thieves… They steal whatever diginity you used to have, and replace it with complete obsession. Maybe they don’t mean to do that, but sometimes we normal folk can’t help it. People like Darren Criss, he is a thief. He stole my dignity, and now I am completely obsessed.
he came in the middle of july. the air was hot and dense with humidity and longing and hurt. he came, and he took what he needed. what he wanted. he grabbed at whatever he could find. the easiest most obvious things. my jewels, my clothes, my belief in certain things such as love and charity. he took my caring and doting and smothering. he took my glances and touches. my worries and hopes. he snatched everything in sight up. but he missed my most valuable possession. my most hidden and prized. my deepest pocket remained untouched. he left my heart.
Thieves are people who cannot find what they search in their own hearts. Instead, they creep into children’s rooms in the middle of the night, and steal their innocence. They break into the bank in broad daylight and threaten with guns to claim wealth they didn’t have as children when their father’s had run out and mommy couldn’t pay the bills. They steal people’s hearts and break them in two, and then keep the pieces for themselves to make their own shattered hearts more whole. Yes, thieves are simply people who were once stolen from, and never forgave. Have mercy for the thieves. You shall always have more than they.
someone who takes for themselves something that they likely don’t deserve
robber bad guy dark black mask man bank knife gun shop gipsy dark night city supermarket usa
well, he just stole some part of my soul. He is a thief… soul thief. Anyway I think that the one that sells things very cheap it’s me, so he thought it was more honoirable to take it out rathr to pay. I didin0t valued myself,
Liar, cheat, steals from others. Might not be a bad person, but you always have a choice. Stealing due to circumstance is not right or wrong. Fueled by greed of either party. Robin Hood.
it’s gone. it’s been gone for as long as i remember and i know i’ll never get it back. my heart, it beats there, silently in his pocket. i’ve stopped searching for it now. i know who has it. the thief wasn’t very subtle. i know his whole name.
i didn’t really consider you a thief, actually, until i thought it through two years later. i remember scrubbing myself that night, trying desperately to feel clean again. i looked at the crinkly skin on my fingers, wondering if shame would rinse out.
A thief? Oh yes. He stole my thoughts and my breath and my lips and my mind and slowly, slowly, he stole my heart too.
as a thief in the night never makes an appointment we need to be watchful and spiritually awake to Jehovah’s Day stay awake and recognize the sign all around the world as the last days that bible speak about
Someone who took my love without asking. Turned me into a vulnerable person and left me out in this world, confused and lost. Never to know that they just walked in and took something I never planned on giving. No one was good enough for it but then he walked in and somehow I was without a care in this world, except to be with him. My love thief.
Thieves take things. That aren’t theirs. They steal peoples belongings, their lives, their ideas and their hearts and souls occasionally. I’ve had my heart stolen and i want it back. I’m tired, too tired to fight for it back, but i would like it returned eventually. Please and thankyou, little thief.
Trespass on the stone garden path of my love, young fool. Steal away into the coves on the warm, green shore. There, hydrangea and pavonia petals kiss the feet of knights who brave the fortress. There the ivy grows like a poison. There the blood runs deep but the water is deeper. A maelstrom of ventricles suck your soul into my bosom and leave you drenched in the dew of my lips.
“What are you doing?”
Retracting her hand from the jewellery box, Lex had the sense to look slightly guilty. “Oh, your mom never wears this stuff anyway!”
He shook his head in disbelief, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the glittering accessories. “You’re such a kleptomaniac.”
As a girl, I would steal anything my sticky little fingers could reach. Chocolates, plastic cars, lipstick: they all met their destiny in my Paddington Bear knapsack.
thief. take me away to a place that I don’t know, that I couldn’t imagine, that I would never have gone if it weren’t for you.
thief.
have i stolen what’s hers if you gave it to me freely?
glances, kisses, hands held under tables.
winding hips in dim dancehall juke joints…
love?
A thief (or many thieves) has taken many things from me in my life – a phone, laptop, clothes and my favourite perfume. Only someone who is stuck in unavoidable poverty should steal. A thief should try having something stolen from them. ENter Robin Hood!
The man who stole my innocence, the belief that I was invincible. Theft of happiness, mental stability, self respect. But also, the thief gave me something. Feminism.
Es ging immer tiefer nach unten. Es drehte. Nicht ich drehte, sondern die Spirale drehte sich nach unten. Ich beschrieb, was ich sah: “Nichts mit Drehung. Schwarze Schlieren mit braunen Sprenkeln. “Du bist ja lustig,” hörte ich ihre Stimme von fern, “gehst einfach mal so in Trance …”
He stole my heart. He took it from me, put it with his and ran away, leaving me broken on the kitchen floor.
I sobbed for three days. Heart wrenching sobs followed by the inevitable snot and tears any heartbroken cry session offers. Then I got up, and I vowed never to take that again.
the thief broke in through the back door
crashing glass on the dining room table
creating a center piece of shards and splinters
muddy footprints left a map of his movements
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for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.
stole pennies from the bank. he had a mask over his head that was black. he was never caught by the police, because they did not have his fingerprints. He eventually went on to steal the Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, and Mount Rushmore. Nobody knows who he is. He wears gloves and a mask
Oh how utterly apt! The bitch just stole my livelihood, swept it out from right under my feet without a care in the world, disgusting, heartless thief.
there was once a thief. i saw him on the street. i wondered if he really wanted to steal something. then i followed him, cos he seemed like he was upto something sinister. but unfortunately he recognised me following him and some
He is a thief, fo he stole my heart away. Accidently of course. He was just being himself, and I saw. And I can’t forget.
This is what he takes. Here is where things have gone. This is the security that we have this is the death of your safety. Humble hideaways sparkle with lost memories old photographs and the sanctity of our old selves, and the horror of them being not in our hands anymore.
Hate them thiefs always try’na get my gold. I try and do work but now i’m down to dirt. They done chopped ’em down.
im sure i have stolen some things in my life. but the one thing i havent stolen is someones heart. like a greedy man stealing money, i just want to come along and take it for my own.
the thief entered the room and stole the valuable necklace. thinking of a means of escape, he ran downstairs where he was surprised by the burst of light. he scwinted his eyes. the shocked look on the homeowners faces made him drop the vase and run for his life. he barely got away before the cops came around the bend and arrested