Ahhhh. The storm is coming, she warned them. It’s going to be a terrible one. Stock up on your water and yummy snacks because you may be stuck inside for a few days. She warned of the weather—except her warning was wrong.
i was warned about you and everything you came with. i didn’t listen. people were warned about the bomb for years. never happened. what does that say about our anxiety? is that projected onto their kids? i think so…..i really think they wanted us to be scared.
There were things going on that were not clear to the untrained eye. Mysterious things. Sinister things. Things without a voice. You couls feel them and smell them in the air.
I was warned not to fall in love you with. They all told me to avoid you, but I knew you’d pull me in. That crooked, cocky smirk; those beautiful blue eyes; your comforting laugh. I got myself in deep. I knew I’d fall hard. I was warned.
he warned me. he told me not to. god he told me so many times, I knew I shouldn’t. He warned me not to say it again. “One more time,” he said, “and things will be different.” I didn’t listen though. I said it. I said it again.
youre in trouble if youre warned, looks like warmed, especially when you look at it fast.
ive been warned before
ive warned others
it doest have to be a bad thing
you can warn people the road is out
or such
but you can warn them not to steal your fucking cookies again too
a bad thing
an
she looked down at the note in awe. it couldnt be true. the last words sent shivers down her spine as she read them again: you have been warned. What was she supposed to do now?
something very bad happening. Aliens! We’ve been warned but didn’t listen, now we will die. Why didn’t we listen. Monsters, warnings, no more time. We’ve been warned.
You don’t even listen. You don’t even look me in the eyes. I told you before that what you choose will be what you are. And now where are you? Are we against the flow of gravity? Are we? Or am I alone will suffer? I love you and this is all I ever wanted, to have you without any one else to interfere.
I told myself not to let you in. I told myself not to get invested. I told myself you weren’t worth it. I told myself that you’d be nothing but trouble. I told myself not to love you. But I didn’t listen to my own warnings.
Oh god, she warned me this moment would come. That I’d be trapped, staring down the truth, and wonder what it was like for real people, with real problems. That’s the trouble of being outside, an Outsider. You don’t realize what it’s like to be Human. It’s something entirely different. Almost alien. Something inescapably odd. And you hate it because it’s so different, even if you’ve told yourself time and again that you won’t. That you’ll learn to accept it. She warned me it’d be this way and I couldn’t bring myself to listen.
Even though I’ve been warned my whole that you should never dream bigger than what you’re capable of, I still can’t help but chase after my dream with my whole heart. Even though it seems like I’ll never accomplish it, I still can’t stop.
I was warned not to trust you. I knew all along that you would only hurt me in the end. But I couldn’t turn away. You have a gravity of poison and I cannot pull away. What is this toxic hold you have over me?
Humanity has been warned, child. This is not the time for sniveling. When my master arrives, you will be dealt with. You will all be dealt with. The negotiating period is over. You all had your chance the last time we landed here. Prepare yourselves for the inevitable. Prepare for the end.
dangerous, my heart has been warned, but i don’t listen to warnings anyway. i suppose it’d be smart if i did, but then again, that wouldn’t keep things as exciting as they are, now would it? i need a beware sign on most things in my life. that would be good
I warned him. I warned him not to push my buttons. It irks me when people push my buttons…the buttons on my faux fur coat, that is. After all, it was expensive, even if it’s faux.
we were warned when we started that grad school would be lonely and isolating, but we weren’t warned that we would become instrumental in that transition. that we, ourselves, would become agents of our own isolation and loneliness. keeping society with books is thrilling and dull business, all at once.
you’ve been warned… life is too short. one day at a time.. not be so cliche. but you’ve been warned.. take each day with every breath as if it was your last. you’ve been warned
they warned me. but i wouldn’t listen. i never listened. now it was too late. why didn’t i listen? they told me this would happen. they let me know that i would lose everything if i risked this. i can’t blame anyone, they warned me. my head falls into my hands, resting on my knees
I warned you once, I warned you twice, and upon the third time I snapped. Two break my heart three times over is a terrible trap. I remain, but warned the same, all lovers are in vain
Fire. Deceit. Naive. You knew what you were getting into. You knew. Sympathy? No. NO. You knew darhling. You’re so tangled. Pitiful. You walked into the lion’s den..don’t call for help now. You went willingly. Silly girl. You went willingly.
I warned myself not to call you. I visualized where I would be in two weeks if I gave in to my compulsion. I would probably lying in bed in the middle of the afternoon, staring anxiously at my phone, praying for the three-inch screen to light up with your name splashed across it.
What have you been doing? Oh, so many angles. We probably should have seen this coming. And yet, how could one hold tightly to regret? Pure bliss, pure blisters from the heat and the friction.
I had been warned. They told me this would not be easy. But it was too late; there was nothing I could do. There was no turning back by that point. The warning came too late to change anything, as is the case with most warnings of that nature. And what could I do when his blade was already at my throat?
“I warned you.” I said calmly. “What are you going to do?” The man with the gun asked.
“This.” I replied reaching out with my hand and telekineticly snatching his gun away.
you better be warned. this is about what’s to come in the future. it is strong. it is in your face. it is obsessed with the future and what it has to do to get there and meet its goals.
Be forwarned people—Kevin is coming. I am ready to show everyone where and what has been hiding for so long.
You have been warned. There was a dude who got his leg bit off by a shark the other day, it was all over the news. He saw the flags, “sharks in the water.” He was warned, he went in anyway. Some people they interviewed said he did it all the time, disregarding the sharks entirely.
I thought this was going to be a new word. I didn’t have anything to write about it the first time. I’m much better with preparation. This is a pretty cool idea though. Thanks stumbleupon.
Warned. Preparing for the worst, or ignoring advice might lead to to regret. The word usually comes from the voice of the mother, “You were warned.”
Ahhhh. The storm is coming, she warned them. It’s going to be a terrible one. Stock up on your water and yummy snacks because you may be stuck inside for a few days. She warned of the weather—except her warning was wrong.
i was warned about you and everything you came with. i didn’t listen. people were warned about the bomb for years. never happened. what does that say about our anxiety? is that projected onto their kids? i think so…..i really think they wanted us to be scared.
There were things going on that were not clear to the untrained eye. Mysterious things. Sinister things. Things without a voice. You couls feel them and smell them in the air.
I was warned not to fall in love you with. They all told me to avoid you, but I knew you’d pull me in. That crooked, cocky smirk; those beautiful blue eyes; your comforting laugh. I got myself in deep. I knew I’d fall hard. I was warned.
I warned you. Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, you better watch out.
It’s too late now, you poor little soul. Beware.
he warned me. he told me not to. god he told me so many times, I knew I shouldn’t. He warned me not to say it again. “One more time,” he said, “and things will be different.” I didn’t listen though. I said it. I said it again.
youre in trouble if youre warned, looks like warmed, especially when you look at it fast.
ive been warned before
ive warned others
it doest have to be a bad thing
you can warn people the road is out
or such
but you can warn them not to steal your fucking cookies again too
a bad thing
an
she looked down at the note in awe. it couldnt be true. the last words sent shivers down her spine as she read them again: you have been warned. What was she supposed to do now?
WARNING. it’s whatever. who listens to those stupid signs anyway? It’s not like they mean any–AAAAAAAAH
I stand corrected.
or lie corrected….
something very bad happening. Aliens! We’ve been warned but didn’t listen, now we will die. Why didn’t we listen. Monsters, warnings, no more time. We’ve been warned.
be weary of the ghost i the cupboard, it has been known to harm before, dont look at it straight in the eyes… you have been warned.
I warned him not to do it. But he did it–no surprise there. I guess I can’t expect much more from a two-year-old… Anyway, he burned his thumb.
You don’t even listen. You don’t even look me in the eyes. I told you before that what you choose will be what you are. And now where are you? Are we against the flow of gravity? Are we? Or am I alone will suffer? I love you and this is all I ever wanted, to have you without any one else to interfere.
I told myself not to let you in. I told myself not to get invested. I told myself you weren’t worth it. I told myself that you’d be nothing but trouble. I told myself not to love you. But I didn’t listen to my own warnings.
Oh god, she warned me this moment would come. That I’d be trapped, staring down the truth, and wonder what it was like for real people, with real problems. That’s the trouble of being outside, an Outsider. You don’t realize what it’s like to be Human. It’s something entirely different. Almost alien. Something inescapably odd. And you hate it because it’s so different, even if you’ve told yourself time and again that you won’t. That you’ll learn to accept it. She warned me it’d be this way and I couldn’t bring myself to listen.
warned– but to go anyway. Brave or foolish? depends on the outcome. The successful man is brave, the failure a fool. Either way, he has been warned.
Even though I’ve been warned my whole that you should never dream bigger than what you’re capable of, I still can’t help but chase after my dream with my whole heart. Even though it seems like I’ll never accomplish it, I still can’t stop.
I was warned not to trust you. I knew all along that you would only hurt me in the end. But I couldn’t turn away. You have a gravity of poison and I cannot pull away. What is this toxic hold you have over me?
Humanity has been warned, child. This is not the time for sniveling. When my master arrives, you will be dealt with. You will all be dealt with. The negotiating period is over. You all had your chance the last time we landed here. Prepare yourselves for the inevitable. Prepare for the end.
dangerous, my heart has been warned, but i don’t listen to warnings anyway. i suppose it’d be smart if i did, but then again, that wouldn’t keep things as exciting as they are, now would it? i need a beware sign on most things in my life. that would be good
I warned him. I warned him not to push my buttons. It irks me when people push my buttons…the buttons on my faux fur coat, that is. After all, it was expensive, even if it’s faux.
we were warned when we started that grad school would be lonely and isolating, but we weren’t warned that we would become instrumental in that transition. that we, ourselves, would become agents of our own isolation and loneliness. keeping society with books is thrilling and dull business, all at once.
the end.
you’ve been warned… life is too short. one day at a time.. not be so cliche. but you’ve been warned.. take each day with every breath as if it was your last. you’ve been warned
they warned me. but i wouldn’t listen. i never listened. now it was too late. why didn’t i listen? they told me this would happen. they let me know that i would lose everything if i risked this. i can’t blame anyone, they warned me. my head falls into my hands, resting on my knees
I warned you once, I warned you twice, and upon the third time I snapped. Two break my heart three times over is a terrible trap. I remain, but warned the same, all lovers are in vain
Fire. Deceit. Naive. You knew what you were getting into. You knew. Sympathy? No. NO. You knew darhling. You’re so tangled. Pitiful. You walked into the lion’s den..don’t call for help now. You went willingly. Silly girl. You went willingly.
I warned myself not to call you. I visualized where I would be in two weeks if I gave in to my compulsion. I would probably lying in bed in the middle of the afternoon, staring anxiously at my phone, praying for the three-inch screen to light up with your name splashed across it.
You warned me of the facts but in the end I did it anyways. I should have listened to you.
What have you been doing? Oh, so many angles. We probably should have seen this coming. And yet, how could one hold tightly to regret? Pure bliss, pure blisters from the heat and the friction.
I had been warned. They told me this would not be easy. But it was too late; there was nothing I could do. There was no turning back by that point. The warning came too late to change anything, as is the case with most warnings of that nature. And what could I do when his blade was already at my throat?
Inform someone in advance of an impending or possible danger, problem, or other unpleasant situation.
“I warned you.” I said calmly. “What are you going to do?” The man with the gun asked.
“This.” I replied reaching out with my hand and telekineticly snatching his gun away.
Warned…parents. They warn, warn, and warn some more. And what do I do? I nod, smile, and disobey. I wish I would have listened.
you better be warned. this is about what’s to come in the future. it is strong. it is in your face. it is obsessed with the future and what it has to do to get there and meet its goals.
Be forwarned people—Kevin is coming. I am ready to show everyone where and what has been hiding for so long.
Wrap it it says. So i finish quickly.
You have been warned. There was a dude who got his leg bit off by a shark the other day, it was all over the news. He saw the flags, “sharks in the water.” He was warned, he went in anyway. Some people they interviewed said he did it all the time, disregarding the sharks entirely.
I thought this was going to be a new word. I didn’t have anything to write about it the first time. I’m much better with preparation. This is a pretty cool idea though. Thanks stumbleupon.
Warned is a scary term. When I see it, I think trouble is soon to come, like something bad will happen soon.
you’ve been warned. That I don’t have anything original to say about this word. This is harder than I thought. Too much to think about.
his gray voice colored
slightly. goosebumps dotted the
words spewing out
the fire pit of his mouth.
she found a
desperation in those eyes
but his voice said
run.