According to Japanese superstition, you are connected to your soulmate by this red thread called destiny. It’s attached to your pinkies as a promise to one day meet. I hope we’re connected by that thread. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
My soul hangs on by a thread
I’m a Recession woman, a 21st century woman
I took a recess from my life
I’m in a dead end job
Pays the bills of a lost ambition
The tears of an empty womb
I disseminate my identity in my clothing
Her hoodie, her spartans
I escape into words
Into fantasy worlds
Log online: UsernameLMK
Who cares who I am?
I don’t know either.
I stopped pretending to like football
You stopped pretending you care what’s in my soul
Make my heartbeat race again
The say “trapped in a loveless marriage”
I got love; I settled for dramaless
Forget the fears makes you feel the joys
And the tears makes you feel the laughs
I pull my thread through the fabric and it makes a beautiful picture. many colors Fill the page. Colors of blue, green, purple, and pink. It’s the most pretty picture I’ve made.
there was a single red thread and it began to twist and turn through the organism. how could it be removed, only through a careful loosening of the tensions, through a creating of space around the twisting turning pattern, would there be a way to extract it eventually.
fiddled into. stretched about his very fine ones; hanging all about, much like drying macaroni, it lead to all kinds of other things. this is the power of the thread. large dinosaurs invented it to keep the history moving along nicely, but someone, somewhere, moved a piece one time, and now all connections are lost, moving in chaotic sweeves.
The thread of the dress’s hem hunt loose, catching on a nearby rock she brushed up against. She madly tugged at the dress, making the thread become longer, but she didn’t care. All she needed to do was get away.
And the mountains were her only escape route.
a string of ideas or perhaps something to sew with. it which case it can be any color you want in any thickness that you need as it relates to the job of sewing something open, shut, or otherwise. Threads can also be weaved together to make fabrics and textiles. it can be almost anything you want it to be. a remarkable creation.
when i sew with a needle and thread, life makes since. im not sure why. maybe it is because i am connecting things, something i can never do with my own life.
This word reminds me of the many pet sites I’ve played through my time on the internet. I am a moderator on Vmons.com’s threads which is pretty neat, I’ve always wanted to be a moderator on a pet site. Threads are interesting places to get new ideas from as well. Asking questions is easy too.
fb threads our conversations on and on forever. you would have thought that i would have learned long ago to not put things you dont want others to read in writing. looks like maybe ill never learn. is it to much to ask that my thought whether on paper or other wise remain my private thoughts. or maybe the best way to keep it hidden is to post it for all the world to see. just right out in the middle of cyber space mixed in with all the random useless shit no one ever cares about. probably then id be safe.
I pulled the thread through the needle—this was harder than i thought it would be. I just wanted to make a dress and of course mother dearest was too busy to help me. I wasn’t sure what i was making, but it certainly wasn’t a dress. More like a wump of fabric.
I took my mind off of everything else, only for a moment, and then began writing on a thread. This thread you ask, what is it for? I say it’s for more, more thoughts and words and everything untold; it has no start, and no end, but it just goes for more and more and more. In these last moments, I know that I did not start the thread, but visited.
thread is used to sew items together, a thread can also be a word for something similar to a webpage. ‘Threads’ is also slang for clothes, I also know a club night by the name of ‘Threads’
He often got into fights in those silly internet threads. Like a little boy who was looking for some kind of revelation it it’s work. To win, means to prove yourself you’ve worth of something. He got up, looking all high and decided to do something today. As he was doing that, he saw the a thread hanging from the ceiling.
this is really soft and usually used it to make bracelet.its hard to put in a needle because it is so thin and weird. the pink one is nice and yet i use it to hold up my earrings.
Miedo, hacer las cosas que uno quiere porque quiere, no porque siente la presión de otra persona.
¿Quién puede decir qué tengo que hacer y cómo debo hacerlo?
nadie sabe mejor que yo esas cosas. Ojalá nunca me sienta amenazada. Es una violación a mi ser.
thread is pretty cool…. it comes in all kinds of colors… you can knit wit it, sew with it, tie it, make arts and crafts with it… it’s a very good tool to utilize daily! thread is pretty great! :) you can hang stuff with it too! :) i love thread, thread loves me.
A needle pulling thread in the fabric of life. All the individuals working together to create the whole; one giant piece of art created by a million unique individuals to make something beautiful.
Threads are what keep the world together. Threads are very thin, but just the fact that they are present at all is really what unites a piece of fabric. People everywhere are connected by these very thin threads. Sometimes they don’t see them and sometimes they do, but when they do, it is magical.
The thread from the sweater trailed down the street.
Winding around corners and shops and people.
The thread continued all the way to a small brick apartment
It continued up the stairs and through the halls to apartment
451.
the girl’s cackling could be heard echoing off the stone prison she resided in. all she could do was sit and weave threads. not just ordinary threads, threads that connect lovers. she used to be happy. so so so happy with her lover until—
snip.
her thread’s been severed already. she’s bitter now.
thread of string string is used to sew i like sew up my stuffed animal dog buddy i miss buddy dearly my boyfriend jake has budy and miss jake very much it is jakes birthday today he is turning 17 i turn 18 in september on the 16th and i’ll be moving down to hattieburgs.
bobbin threaded and hands moving. I remember when I learned what a bobbin was, how I loved the word (bob bob bobbin along, sewing away, making something new, something old repaired or made new) and when I learned to sew… the thread that machine and to take it apart, to put it back together and make it work. I made clothes and quilts and books and purses and they all reminded me of my grandmother, who rocked.
i think in threads like a big spiderweb of thoughts and feelings all jumbeled up together. but if you can untangle them you end up with one little thread having to do whatever it is we were just talking about.
nights spend playing candyland, when it became too cold (too dark too soon) for the playround; candlesticks on the ground, a box of cards and some lighters for after-dinner cigars, these things that you said might thread the family together, now, in the trunk of a car on loan, you’re eating at someone else’s kitchen table from now on.
A single thread of string dangled from the hem of her skirt as she sat, legs crossed, in a green metal chair eating lunch on the porch of her favorite local diner, “Dalmatian’s.”
threads follow on one from the other, a linked line that leads from alpha to omga In the begining the golden thread starts to be woven the blind norns weave and cut weave and cut and the thread is mixed and dyed and sent on its way.
I like thread.
I use it when I cross stitch, or when I’m sewing.
It’s so very useful.
I love all the colors thread comes in.
I wish I had a tread factory!
It would be filled with beauty and I would have every color ever.
a piece of thread pulled tight around her wrist. the colour of blood; of sunsets; of things ending. she pulls at it, hoping it will break. but she is just a puppet; no strength; no feeling.
A piece of thread blows in the air coming off the fan, as it dangles off the edge of Mrs. Henderson’s sewing table. It’s a blue thread. Mrs. Henderson was sewing a blue dress for her niece, Jenny. Blue is Jenny’s favorite color. And not just any blue, no. It was the precise blue of the sky. The sky just after it had stormed and begun getting nice again.
you use thread to sew things its useful to tie things and fun to play around with. It can be many colours and many sizes and length. Similar to string. ‘lose thread’
Recently Ive started using thread to make bracelets. For some reason Ive been feeling pretty crafty lately. Maybe Crafts are my therapy or something? I do have a lot of crap going on in my life. Well thread is therapy. How splendid.
Thread flows in an out of any ordinary sweater. You look at the sweater and some marvel at it’s beauty, but does anyone ever ask about the thread? How it was made? Where it came from. Weaving in an out the thread has no end.
clothes. i need to go get some new clothes for college. i dont want everyone thinking im just some gross same clothes wearing girl. i think i’ll go to forever 21 or charlotte russe. maybe even rue 21 since i have that coupon. I want some casual clothes that I can easily throw on in the morning but still look good.
the words that hold us together, binding… they thread themselves through my mind; who am I to stop their flow? I must let them out, I must release them, let the spool fall and drop these sentences into the abyss, unraveling as they go, sewing together the silence…
t h r e a d, string sewing skirts and shirts, knitting, Mrs. Walker, knitting class in 4th grade, the Halloween dresses mom made me. my cat for absolutely no reason at all.
According to Japanese superstition, you are connected to your soulmate by this red thread called destiny. It’s attached to your pinkies as a promise to one day meet. I hope we’re connected by that thread. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
My soul hangs on by a thread
I’m a Recession woman, a 21st century woman
I took a recess from my life
I’m in a dead end job
Pays the bills of a lost ambition
The tears of an empty womb
I disseminate my identity in my clothing
Her hoodie, her spartans
I escape into words
Into fantasy worlds
Log online: UsernameLMK
Who cares who I am?
I don’t know either.
I stopped pretending to like football
You stopped pretending you care what’s in my soul
Make my heartbeat race again
The say “trapped in a loveless marriage”
I got love; I settled for dramaless
Forget the fears makes you feel the joys
And the tears makes you feel the laughs
I pull my thread through the fabric and it makes a beautiful picture. many colors Fill the page. Colors of blue, green, purple, and pink. It’s the most pretty picture I’ve made.
there was a single red thread and it began to twist and turn through the organism. how could it be removed, only through a careful loosening of the tensions, through a creating of space around the twisting turning pattern, would there be a way to extract it eventually.
fiddled into. stretched about his very fine ones; hanging all about, much like drying macaroni, it lead to all kinds of other things. this is the power of the thread. large dinosaurs invented it to keep the history moving along nicely, but someone, somewhere, moved a piece one time, and now all connections are lost, moving in chaotic sweeves.
The thread of the dress’s hem hunt loose, catching on a nearby rock she brushed up against. She madly tugged at the dress, making the thread become longer, but she didn’t care. All she needed to do was get away.
And the mountains were her only escape route.
a string of ideas or perhaps something to sew with. it which case it can be any color you want in any thickness that you need as it relates to the job of sewing something open, shut, or otherwise. Threads can also be weaved together to make fabrics and textiles. it can be almost anything you want it to be. a remarkable creation.
when i sew with a needle and thread, life makes since. im not sure why. maybe it is because i am connecting things, something i can never do with my own life.
This word reminds me of the many pet sites I’ve played through my time on the internet. I am a moderator on Vmons.com’s threads which is pretty neat, I’ve always wanted to be a moderator on a pet site. Threads are interesting places to get new ideas from as well. Asking questions is easy too.
Threads are the ties that bind. Though threads are weak individually, together, they are strong.
fb threads our conversations on and on forever. you would have thought that i would have learned long ago to not put things you dont want others to read in writing. looks like maybe ill never learn. is it to much to ask that my thought whether on paper or other wise remain my private thoughts. or maybe the best way to keep it hidden is to post it for all the world to see. just right out in the middle of cyber space mixed in with all the random useless shit no one ever cares about. probably then id be safe.
I pulled the thread through the needle—this was harder than i thought it would be. I just wanted to make a dress and of course mother dearest was too busy to help me. I wasn’t sure what i was making, but it certainly wasn’t a dress. More like a wump of fabric.
I took my mind off of everything else, only for a moment, and then began writing on a thread. This thread you ask, what is it for? I say it’s for more, more thoughts and words and everything untold; it has no start, and no end, but it just goes for more and more and more. In these last moments, I know that I did not start the thread, but visited.
thread is used to sew items together, a thread can also be a word for something similar to a webpage. ‘Threads’ is also slang for clothes, I also know a club night by the name of ‘Threads’
He often got into fights in those silly internet threads. Like a little boy who was looking for some kind of revelation it it’s work. To win, means to prove yourself you’ve worth of something. He got up, looking all high and decided to do something today. As he was doing that, he saw the a thread hanging from the ceiling.
needle, sewing, fit through something, needle & thread, text message conversation.
this is really soft and usually used it to make bracelet.its hard to put in a needle because it is so thin and weird. the pink one is nice and yet i use it to hold up my earrings.
Miedo, hacer las cosas que uno quiere porque quiere, no porque siente la presión de otra persona.
¿Quién puede decir qué tengo que hacer y cómo debo hacerlo?
nadie sabe mejor que yo esas cosas. Ojalá nunca me sienta amenazada. Es una violación a mi ser.
thread is pretty cool…. it comes in all kinds of colors… you can knit wit it, sew with it, tie it, make arts and crafts with it… it’s a very good tool to utilize daily! thread is pretty great! :) you can hang stuff with it too! :) i love thread, thread loves me.
A needle pulling thread in the fabric of life. All the individuals working together to create the whole; one giant piece of art created by a million unique individuals to make something beautiful.
Threads are what keep the world together. Threads are very thin, but just the fact that they are present at all is really what unites a piece of fabric. People everywhere are connected by these very thin threads. Sometimes they don’t see them and sometimes they do, but when they do, it is magical.
The thread from the sweater trailed down the street.
Winding around corners and shops and people.
The thread continued all the way to a small brick apartment
It continued up the stairs and through the halls to apartment
451.
the girl’s cackling could be heard echoing off the stone prison she resided in. all she could do was sit and weave threads. not just ordinary threads, threads that connect lovers. she used to be happy. so so so happy with her lover until—
snip.
her thread’s been severed already. she’s bitter now.
thread of string string is used to sew i like sew up my stuffed animal dog buddy i miss buddy dearly my boyfriend jake has budy and miss jake very much it is jakes birthday today he is turning 17 i turn 18 in september on the 16th and i’ll be moving down to hattieburgs.
bobbin threaded and hands moving. I remember when I learned what a bobbin was, how I loved the word (bob bob bobbin along, sewing away, making something new, something old repaired or made new) and when I learned to sew… the thread that machine and to take it apart, to put it back together and make it work. I made clothes and quilts and books and purses and they all reminded me of my grandmother, who rocked.
thread, a rather simple concept really, string is a gathering of thread, the threads gather as a group of children would gather for snack or nap time…
i think in threads like a big spiderweb of thoughts and feelings all jumbeled up together. but if you can untangle them you end up with one little thread having to do whatever it is we were just talking about.
nights spend playing candyland, when it became too cold (too dark too soon) for the playround; candlesticks on the ground, a box of cards and some lighters for after-dinner cigars, these things that you said might thread the family together, now, in the trunk of a car on loan, you’re eating at someone else’s kitchen table from now on.
A single thread of string dangled from the hem of her skirt as she sat, legs crossed, in a green metal chair eating lunch on the porch of her favorite local diner, “Dalmatian’s.”
threads follow on one from the other, a linked line that leads from alpha to omga In the begining the golden thread starts to be woven the blind norns weave and cut weave and cut and the thread is mixed and dyed and sent on its way.
The thread of life
is very light
which can break any time
with a scissor or a knife
(part of a poem i learned a long time ago)
lalalalallalalala cant think of anything else
I like thread.
I use it when I cross stitch, or when I’m sewing.
It’s so very useful.
I love all the colors thread comes in.
I wish I had a tread factory!
It would be filled with beauty and I would have every color ever.
a piece of thread pulled tight around her wrist. the colour of blood; of sunsets; of things ending. she pulls at it, hoping it will break. but she is just a puppet; no strength; no feeling.
A piece of thread blows in the air coming off the fan, as it dangles off the edge of Mrs. Henderson’s sewing table. It’s a blue thread. Mrs. Henderson was sewing a blue dress for her niece, Jenny. Blue is Jenny’s favorite color. And not just any blue, no. It was the precise blue of the sky. The sky just after it had stormed and begun getting nice again.
you use thread to sew things its useful to tie things and fun to play around with. It can be many colours and many sizes and length. Similar to string. ‘lose thread’
Recently Ive started using thread to make bracelets. For some reason Ive been feeling pretty crafty lately. Maybe Crafts are my therapy or something? I do have a lot of crap going on in my life. Well thread is therapy. How splendid.
Thread flows in an out of any ordinary sweater. You look at the sweater and some marvel at it’s beauty, but does anyone ever ask about the thread? How it was made? Where it came from. Weaving in an out the thread has no end.
clothes. i need to go get some new clothes for college. i dont want everyone thinking im just some gross same clothes wearing girl. i think i’ll go to forever 21 or charlotte russe. maybe even rue 21 since i have that coupon. I want some casual clothes that I can easily throw on in the morning but still look good.
the words that hold us together, binding… they thread themselves through my mind; who am I to stop their flow? I must let them out, I must release them, let the spool fall and drop these sentences into the abyss, unraveling as they go, sewing together the silence…
t h r e a d, string sewing skirts and shirts, knitting, Mrs. Walker, knitting class in 4th grade, the Halloween dresses mom made me. my cat for absolutely no reason at all.