What the hell is a waver? Some sort of overtly nice guy? Let me tell you something; never, in my life, would I consider being friends with someone who considered them self a waver. I’m sure the definition in the dictionary is completely different from my own, but forget the formalities, I hate nice people!
Some random party across the way. Fireworks exploding in the sky. Across the street, people finger at their curtains, causing them to waver. Some with a look of joy, some with fear. But then, assured that the noise is fireworks and fireworks alone, people all smile, staring up at the sky, at the stars that we make, tendrils splitting out and panning slowly downwards towards the earth.
My hands hardly wavers as I pulled the gun at my waistband and pointed it at what I knew, even then, would be my first ever kill. Hardly. He stared as I moved the gun, making no move to stop me. I wasn’t sure if he was too afraid to move or if he really really just thought I wouldn’t do it.
what is a waver. this i do not know. what is to waver? waver means what i want it to mean. waver means that i want to waver my money. to be completely honest i don’t know what waver means. i don’t even know what waver is. i would like to know what waver means. perhaps the next word.
He begged the president for a waver but the man’s stiff resolve wouldn’t give in, not even to the tears and sorrow full and desperate in the begging face. “I have family, people depend on me and I’ve done nothing wrong: me and her fell in love after you two had a chance, you can’t kill me because of how we felt!”
I never read wavers,they’re usually pointless and have something to do about Jesus.I don’t like Jesus,he was a dirty hippie,who in fact was probably against wasting so much paper. People are stupid cutting down Jesus’ trees to make wavers. No hippies like dead trees. And they stick these things on your car! Your fucking car! I don’t want a damn dead tree made waver stuck to my windshield.
Why do I have to waver? i mean, um……………………… oh whatever. Waver…… Hmmmm……. Um…… oh yeah! Guess what? A Chicken Waver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WAVER W-A-V-E-R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He wavered to and fro, floating in the distance, unsure of what was to come next. Gazing solidly he thought about the previous events that just took place, trying to make sense of it all.
waver, waver. this is the epitome of indecisiveness, of lack of a goal. sometime i feel like this. however, wavering means there was a point of solidity to compare the wavering to. get back to that solidity. please.
I waver my thought from side to side. Hamburger or pasta? The carbs are surely the better choice. I mean, I live on them. People who are carb-ivores are just not understood by carnivores.
She is looking at him expectantly, trying to send him the right message. The atmosphere is perfect but, just as they lean into each other, his courage disappears into a puff and he moves his head to watch the fireworks.
“Amazing, huh?”
“… Yeah.”
a man who waves with his hand. he might be sanding on the sea shore. that would be very romantic. of course if he waves ti his love one. and if she waves too .
If she doesn’t that’s not too sad. The important thing is that she is smiling
Her smile is actually a big wave
:))
Now, there were some who didn’t have to go out to the fields again, like we did morning after morning for the past 5 years of our lives. They had a special piece of paper from the Government, a waver, that stated that they were better and more important to everyone as a whole than us, as long as they weren’t breaking a sweat.
I am in love with a boy, he doesnt know how much i love him but i do very very much he is so amazing and i love him very much he will never know exactly how i feel but how i feel is amazing. and i wish he would know, when he talks to me i die a little inside cause he is amazing and he is so cute and out going i love him so much!:)
I waver at the thought of your touch and cry and the feel of your skin. I remember and let go of you. But will you ever let go of me? Never. You waver at the thought of mine. I’ve let go. Now, can you?
I wavered in my resolve as the dragon struck again and again. How could I ever win? Regret started to creep into my thoughts about ever entering this competition.
I like to think I don’t waver about decisions in life but I do sometimes. I wish I was more steadfast in deciding to do something. I never want my hand to tremble to my mid to falter. I never want to not do something because I waver.
even when butch turned out to be a self absorbed greedy witch,it was too late for kent(and by rout..
her).his devotion to reverse mormomism would never waver.
what a viscous circle of self fullfillment.her always being second best.ditto shally.
I bit my lip as I walked to the grave. I could feel the tears welling up, just waiting to burst out. I tried not to cry, I had to be strong, if nothing else. My heart began to waver as I said my final goodbyes.
I waver. Too much. Some say I’m strong, I know where I’m going in life. Truth is, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Decisions, decisions. I go from one to another, getting excited at every thought that comes into my head. Then I pray. He answers, and my problem is solved.
The little girl peered out from the back of the totaled Lincoln. she had small blond braids and freckles. she grinned and waved a tiny hand. The other paramedics did not see her, as they pulled her parents from the charred remains of the vehicle. I did and I’ll never forget the first ghost I saw…
john was very waver when he saw the girl he liked ,but she already had a boyfriend.that sucks for him, says his mom,Carol. John has no dad because he died in a fire. Like a year ago he could not see very well and he walked right into the fire, sadly John cried for days.
john was very waver when he saw the girl he liked ,but she already had a boyfriend.that sucks for him, says his mom,Carol. John has no dad because he died in a fire. Like a year ago he could
he waved at me. i didn’t even realized it was him before i was waving back at him. i so desperately had wanted him to notice me all year and when he fianlly did it seemed to riddiculous and arbitrary.
Jo left the building after signing the extremely long waver to end his marriage. His wife was a nag, and he didn’t need her. He didn’t get much stuff, but with his job as a CEO he would make a fine living. His new condo was waiting for him in Miami along with his 401k. He was already 56, so as a marriage ends, so does a career.
Last fall I was riding the city bus and I happened to glance out the window. I saw a young boy standing there alone on the side of the street, waving. He looked happy, at peace. In that moment I wanted to be him.
I waver as I look out over the waves. I’m not sure if I should be here. I think of the one behind – the one I love – and question whether this is worth if never to see him again.
Too late, anyway. The ship is set and we disappear over the horizon. It’s too late. I’m the one who left first…
Maybe it was worth it. I won’t know that until after, though. I should stop thinking about it, if it’s making me question myself and waver this much.
“The trial is approaching ma’am. How would you like us to proceed if the informant does not waver?” The obliging servant whispered in her ear while she sat uncomfortably waiting for her name to be called.
“Let the Order of the Fire know we are not weak.” She trembled at what must be done, sending her own family down a path of darkness, but it seemed to be the only option, “send Them his burnt heart.”
I waver as I look out over the waves. I’m not sure if I should be here. I think of the one behind – the one I love – and question whether this is worth if never to see him again.
Too late, anyway. The ship is set and we disappear over the horizon. It’s too late. I’m the one who left first.
I don’t know what this word means. I don’t speak english that well and I lack vocabulary that’s for sure. This word reminds me of waves, but i don’t know if it’s got something to do with it.
someone across the street smiling and waving at you. At me. Signing your life away. Overall smiles and happiness. Connection and human growth. Inner glow and warmth. The tides.
Don’t waver, I told myself. This could be your last shot. Jenny had already threatened to walk out on me three other times, usually after I came home drunk from the bar. This time, however, she had the keys to my Impala in her hand and an overstuffed backpack. If she left now, we’d never have the chance to spend the rest of our lives together in our kitchen and bedroom apartment above my bike shop. So I took her hand, gently plucked the keys from her clutched fingers, and got down on one knee.
“Will you marry me, sweetheart?” I asked her.
Sometimes, when I get a call from an unknown number, with an unknown area code, my willingness to pick up the phone and say “hello” wavers. I never did that before I had caller ID.
I never know. But I don’t usually waver. My husband goes back and forth. Wavering a lot. I wait. Think my options through and speak only after I’ve decided. I hate wavering. The “this is what I’m going to do” followed with the “no, I think I’m really going to do this.” Aack.
Why couldn’t I get a new word? I already wrote about this, and I rather liked what I wrote, but of course I fucked that up. I mean, I knew I had to fill in those fields, but for some reason I thought I could get away with it or at the very least just be prompted to fill them in. But no, of course I have to re-write. Of course! And so now instead of getting a very revealing like paragraph, I get this angry, pointless rant that will doubtless tell me nothing really about myself… no, it probably will.
Something you sign, a promotion, a business, A paper that promotes something, An agreement
What the hell is a waver? Some sort of overtly nice guy? Let me tell you something; never, in my life, would I consider being friends with someone who considered them self a waver. I’m sure the definition in the dictionary is completely different from my own, but forget the formalities, I hate nice people!
Some random party across the way. Fireworks exploding in the sky. Across the street, people finger at their curtains, causing them to waver. Some with a look of joy, some with fear. But then, assured that the noise is fireworks and fireworks alone, people all smile, staring up at the sky, at the stars that we make, tendrils splitting out and panning slowly downwards towards the earth.
My hands hardly wavers as I pulled the gun at my waistband and pointed it at what I knew, even then, would be my first ever kill. Hardly. He stared as I moved the gun, making no move to stop me. I wasn’t sure if he was too afraid to move or if he really really just thought I wouldn’t do it.
what is a waver. this i do not know. what is to waver? waver means what i want it to mean. waver means that i want to waver my money. to be completely honest i don’t know what waver means. i don’t even know what waver is. i would like to know what waver means. perhaps the next word.
He begged the president for a waver but the man’s stiff resolve wouldn’t give in, not even to the tears and sorrow full and desperate in the begging face. “I have family, people depend on me and I’ve done nothing wrong: me and her fell in love after you two had a chance, you can’t kill me because of how we felt!”
I never read wavers,they’re usually pointless and have something to do about Jesus.I don’t like Jesus,he was a dirty hippie,who in fact was probably against wasting so much paper. People are stupid cutting down Jesus’ trees to make wavers. No hippies like dead trees. And they stick these things on your car! Your fucking car! I don’t want a damn dead tree made waver stuck to my windshield.
Why do I have to waver? i mean, um……………………… oh whatever. Waver…… Hmmmm……. Um…… oh yeah! Guess what? A Chicken Waver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WAVER W-A-V-E-R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He wavered to and fro, floating in the distance, unsure of what was to come next. Gazing solidly he thought about the previous events that just took place, trying to make sense of it all.
I’m pretty sure Waver is an Autobot, and by pretty sure I mean positive.
waver, waver. this is the epitome of indecisiveness, of lack of a goal. sometime i feel like this. however, wavering means there was a point of solidity to compare the wavering to. get back to that solidity. please.
I waver my thought from side to side. Hamburger or pasta? The carbs are surely the better choice. I mean, I live on them. People who are carb-ivores are just not understood by carnivores.
She is looking at him expectantly, trying to send him the right message. The atmosphere is perfect but, just as they lean into each other, his courage disappears into a puff and he moves his head to watch the fireworks.
“Amazing, huh?”
“… Yeah.”
a man who waves with his hand. he might be sanding on the sea shore. that would be very romantic. of course if he waves ti his love one. and if she waves too .
If she doesn’t that’s not too sad. The important thing is that she is smiling
Her smile is actually a big wave
:))
Now, there were some who didn’t have to go out to the fields again, like we did morning after morning for the past 5 years of our lives. They had a special piece of paper from the Government, a waver, that stated that they were better and more important to everyone as a whole than us, as long as they weren’t breaking a sweat.
something people use to make people of what they do. sign life away. someone who waves haha should b that.
I am in love with a boy, he doesnt know how much i love him but i do very very much he is so amazing and i love him very much he will never know exactly how i feel but how i feel is amazing. and i wish he would know, when he talks to me i die a little inside cause he is amazing and he is so cute and out going i love him so much!:)
I waver at the thought of your touch and cry and the feel of your skin. I remember and let go of you. But will you ever let go of me? Never. You waver at the thought of mine. I’ve let go. Now, can you?
I wavered in my resolve as the dragon struck again and again. How could I ever win? Regret started to creep into my thoughts about ever entering this competition.
I like to think I don’t waver about decisions in life but I do sometimes. I wish I was more steadfast in deciding to do something. I never want my hand to tremble to my mid to falter. I never want to not do something because I waver.
even when butch turned out to be a self absorbed greedy witch,it was too late for kent(and by rout..
her).his devotion to reverse mormomism would never waver.
what a viscous circle of self fullfillment.her always being second best.ditto shally.
all praise rokenrol.
I bit my lip as I walked to the grave. I could feel the tears welling up, just waiting to burst out. I tried not to cry, I had to be strong, if nothing else. My heart began to waver as I said my final goodbyes.
I waver. Too much. Some say I’m strong, I know where I’m going in life. Truth is, I have no idea what I’m going to do. Decisions, decisions. I go from one to another, getting excited at every thought that comes into my head. Then I pray. He answers, and my problem is solved.
Ocean and waves on a beach. Wizards of Waverly Place on Disney Channel. The bird of pray, raven. Verification – an email. Waving at someone.
The little girl peered out from the back of the totaled Lincoln. she had small blond braids and freckles. she grinned and waved a tiny hand. The other paramedics did not see her, as they pulled her parents from the charred remains of the vehicle. I did and I’ll never forget the first ghost I saw…
john was very waver when he saw the girl he liked ,but she already had a boyfriend.that sucks for him, says his mom,Carol. John has no dad because he died in a fire. Like a year ago he could not see very well and he walked right into the fire, sadly John cried for days.
john was very waver when he saw the girl he liked ,but she already had a boyfriend.that sucks for him, says his mom,Carol. John has no dad because he died in a fire. Like a year ago he could
he waved at me. i didn’t even realized it was him before i was waving back at him. i so desperately had wanted him to notice me all year and when he fianlly did it seemed to riddiculous and arbitrary.
Jo left the building after signing the extremely long waver to end his marriage. His wife was a nag, and he didn’t need her. He didn’t get much stuff, but with his job as a CEO he would make a fine living. His new condo was waiting for him in Miami along with his 401k. He was already 56, so as a marriage ends, so does a career.
Last fall I was riding the city bus and I happened to glance out the window. I saw a young boy standing there alone on the side of the street, waving. He looked happy, at peace. In that moment I wanted to be him.
I waver as I look out over the waves. I’m not sure if I should be here. I think of the one behind – the one I love – and question whether this is worth if never to see him again.
Too late, anyway. The ship is set and we disappear over the horizon. It’s too late. I’m the one who left first…
Maybe it was worth it. I won’t know that until after, though. I should stop thinking about it, if it’s making me question myself and waver this much.
“The trial is approaching ma’am. How would you like us to proceed if the informant does not waver?” The obliging servant whispered in her ear while she sat uncomfortably waiting for her name to be called.
“Let the Order of the Fire know we are not weak.” She trembled at what must be done, sending her own family down a path of darkness, but it seemed to be the only option, “send Them his burnt heart.”
I waver as I look out over the waves. I’m not sure if I should be here. I think of the one behind – the one I love – and question whether this is worth if never to see him again.
Too late, anyway. The ship is set and we disappear over the horizon. It’s too late. I’m the one who left first.
I don’t know what this word means. I don’t speak english that well and I lack vocabulary that’s for sure. This word reminds me of waves, but i don’t know if it’s got something to do with it.
someone across the street smiling and waving at you. At me. Signing your life away. Overall smiles and happiness. Connection and human growth. Inner glow and warmth. The tides.
Don’t waver, I told myself. This could be your last shot. Jenny had already threatened to walk out on me three other times, usually after I came home drunk from the bar. This time, however, she had the keys to my Impala in her hand and an overstuffed backpack. If she left now, we’d never have the chance to spend the rest of our lives together in our kitchen and bedroom apartment above my bike shop. So I took her hand, gently plucked the keys from her clutched fingers, and got down on one knee.
“Will you marry me, sweetheart?” I asked her.
Sometimes, when I get a call from an unknown number, with an unknown area code, my willingness to pick up the phone and say “hello” wavers. I never did that before I had caller ID.
I never know. But I don’t usually waver. My husband goes back and forth. Wavering a lot. I wait. Think my options through and speak only after I’ve decided. I hate wavering. The “this is what I’m going to do” followed with the “no, I think I’m really going to do this.” Aack.
Ihat was possibily the appiest day in my life. I got the feel waver, oh my god.
Why couldn’t I get a new word? I already wrote about this, and I rather liked what I wrote, but of course I fucked that up. I mean, I knew I had to fill in those fields, but for some reason I thought I could get away with it or at the very least just be prompted to fill them in. But no, of course I have to re-write. Of course! And so now instead of getting a very revealing like paragraph, I get this angry, pointless rant that will doubtless tell me nothing really about myself… no, it probably will.