It took me many weeks to realize that I was frsutrated with the amount of trash coming out of my television. So many of the shows lack a true plot, and the character development is awful. I know that in a few weeks things will be better.
It’s been three weeks since I last saw her. The vodka dripping down her fingers as she dumped it gracefully over the sink.
You’re pathetic, she hissed, and kissed me dryly on the lips. The smell of alcohol, control, and hatred lingered around her face and she departed, leaving me alone for three weeks.
weeks exasperate me. They go from one to the next and there is never any gap…a space to breath. Inside of the weeks, I laugh and do all the things that life dictates as “must dos”.
The weeks fly by so fast here. I have no perception of time. It may be because I’m having so much fun. Everything is blurred. Or it may be because I’m smoking too much weed.
There are so many weeks, wandering weeks, weeks that stop and spoil and die, weeks that will give you the gifts of a lifetime, weeks of wonderment and wild sides.
The weeks are long and yet short as well. Time is a weird monster that does not allow us to achieve what we desire, while at the same time giving us structure. Weeks are numerous and bring order to our world. Without this order it may be chaos.
Inonly z few weeks I’ll be at my brothers. Althought the time between this visit and the last wasn’t as long, it still feels too long. This will be the first time we have all…mom, dad, brother and me in YEARS.
it’s been one week since you’ve looked at me. there’s only a couple weeks until thanksgiving break!!!!!! maybe next week the raven’s will win….not. they’ll probably go into over-time AGAIN. this is getting frustrated. boys are dumb. why can’t they just be nice and normal.
There are 532 weeks in a year.
How many weeks are in a school year?
Weeks past, and still no letter arrived in Jason’s mailbox.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and she waited patiently
I had enough of counting the weeks ahead of me. I just needed to concentrate on what was in front of me, but I’m always looking ahead. It’s useless; I’ll never make the goal. I’ll never succe
There are 52 weeks in a year. It may take weeks to get to someplace or wait for something to occur. Weeks can be long or slow. Meaning that sometimes the weeks can go by quickly or the weeks can go by slowly. It doesn’t matter how long the weeks take becuase they are always the same length. ALWAYS.
weeks and weeks is how long it took me to decide what to do about a problem that i once had. once i had finally decided what to do, i did what i had decided to do and things did not get better. In fact they got worse.
go into months then years and in the end you wonder where they all go. Weeks disappear, months go by and you wonder where the years went. The best weeks are holiday weeks. They
The first word I thought of was pregnancy. I was thinking about how important getting to the final weeks of pregnancy is for the health of a child, and mother. I was also thinking about how i only have 4 weeks left of schooL!
It’s been weeks since I first got down under 190 lbs. Weeks. Months, even. But finally, FINALLY after weeks and weeks of yo-yoing, I’m down to 179. I’m so very proud. I sure hope it doesn’t take as many weeks to get down to 169. Yeah.
I have been in this place for weeks and weeks. You don’t even know, trust me. It’s raining outside and I can hear the wind yelling at me through the screen, the dusty, dirty screen that has let too many flies into my abode. Oh, in weeks this hell will be over.
The weeks flowed by in that hot, lazy way of summer. Like a cloud floating across the blue sky, she simply existed and with the sun, she rose and fell behind the water.
The weeks passed by without any news, and the girl was beginning to lose hope. Then, after she’d just about given up, the envelope arrive. A big thick envelope from her number one school.
She ripped open the envelope, read the first sentence, and screeched with delight. “Mom!” she cried, dashing into the house. “Mom, I got in!”
There are 52 weeks in a year. Each weekend, I fill the container that holds the many vitamins I take during a week’s time. When the container is empty at each week end, I realize how fast time goes by.
Weeks go by so quickly. I can’t wait for them to be over sometimes–Friday’s are so nice, but they fly by, and then nothing’s finished, or there’s so much to do on the weekend. Weeks are sort of “bite-sized,” though, which is nice.
It has been weeks since the little boy has dreamed. Weeks ago, he dreamed of nightmare creatures, that wanted to pop his eyes out and see through them. Weeks ago, he stopped sleeping.
weeks flew by and she still had not heard from him it had been so long since she heard his voice she wondered if she ever would again. each day she checked her mail box just waiting for a letter to arrive. finally one did. soft cold tears rolled down her ivory cheeks. her brain wondering, never accepting that fact that he was gone.
Forget weeks. I haven’t seen her in months. I’ve forgotten the color of her laugh, the taste of her smile. I’ve forgotten why my heart beats so when I think of her. But my heart still thuds for her. Thank God for that.
As the weeks went by the dust settled into the grooves of the untouched piano keys. It was as if the weeks had made her bitter.
Weeks had passed from the last time she had seen her best friend.
During the last few weeks Jacob realized just how much he loved Jessa.
Those few weeks were the toughest of my whole life.
There have already been 10 weeks of schools and I feel that I have not done so great of a job. Have these 10 weeks been completely wasted? I don’t feel that they’ve been completely wasted, but I know that they could have been much more meaningful than they have been. So my goal is to take one week at a time and make the most of it.
are long. tiresome. equally long as any other one that you will live. it all comes down to the weekEND. where after 48 hours it will just start again. same thing over and over.
Weeks. Months. Days. Years. It’s all time. It’s all relative. Is it even there. Why must we waste ourselves away with time. What happened to in the moment? What happened to right here, right now?
It’s been ten weeks since I last saw you. Ten, whole, weeks. Yet, it feels like it’s been nine months. Nine months for me, like a fetus, to develop and become an entirely new person, ready to see the world.
fifty two in a year. How many in a lifetime? some feel longer, some shorter, even though it’s not possible to bend the boundaries of time. We’re all made of weeks, and days, hours and minutes. All we are are weeks; weeks away from everything.
Threre weeks. I thought we wouldn’t last longer than three weeks, that I’d go back to him in time. That his heart would be tugging too strongly on mine and the memories too great. I still don’t know who’s better for me, or rather, whom I’m better for.
the weeks went by and the pain lessened.
he didn’t feel as badly as he thought he would.
now, it didn’t feel so much like cheating.
it just felt like something that he could explain away.
go by and i wanna just die. weeks of my life that im pretty sure i am wasting because i dont know what i want to be, or who i want to be. its always a mess in the weeks.
for weeks and weeks,
i’ve sat right here.
chemo in my veins
war with the poison
my blood is infected
polluted and stained
just one more week
could be the end
It had been two whole weeks since Bradley had last seen Liam. It was driving him insane. They were on separate continents filming entirely different movies, and though they spoke on the phone with each other almost constantly when they weren’t filming, it wasn’t enough. Would never be enough. And it wasn’t fair that they couldn’t have what they had whilst filing The A-Team. They couldn’t, because of the fucking paparazzi and the rumours and Liam’s boys, and Bradley’s image. He would give it all away to have Liam, but he wouldn’t because it would take everything Liam had away.
It took me many weeks to realize that I was frsutrated with the amount of trash coming out of my television. So many of the shows lack a true plot, and the character development is awful. I know that in a few weeks things will be better.
It’s been three weeks since I last saw her. The vodka dripping down her fingers as she dumped it gracefully over the sink.
You’re pathetic, she hissed, and kissed me dryly on the lips. The smell of alcohol, control, and hatred lingered around her face and she departed, leaving me alone for three weeks.
It has been weeks since I arrived here. The ivy league sees things differently. Weeks until I go home. I am counting.
weeks exasperate me. They go from one to the next and there is never any gap…a space to breath. Inside of the weeks, I laugh and do all the things that life dictates as “must dos”.
The weeks fly by so fast here. I have no perception of time. It may be because I’m having so much fun. Everything is blurred. Or it may be because I’m smoking too much weed.
There are so many weeks, wandering weeks, weeks that stop and spoil and die, weeks that will give you the gifts of a lifetime, weeks of wonderment and wild sides.
The weeks are long and yet short as well. Time is a weird monster that does not allow us to achieve what we desire, while at the same time giving us structure. Weeks are numerous and bring order to our world. Without this order it may be chaos.
Inonly z few weeks I’ll be at my brothers. Althought the time between this visit and the last wasn’t as long, it still feels too long. This will be the first time we have all…mom, dad, brother and me in YEARS.
For a few weeks I felt truly free. Now the feeling is gone.
it’s been one week since you’ve looked at me. there’s only a couple weeks until thanksgiving break!!!!!! maybe next week the raven’s will win….not. they’ll probably go into over-time AGAIN. this is getting frustrated. boys are dumb. why can’t they just be nice and normal.
There are 532 weeks in a year.
How many weeks are in a school year?
Weeks past, and still no letter arrived in Jason’s mailbox.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and she waited patiently
I had enough of counting the weeks ahead of me. I just needed to concentrate on what was in front of me, but I’m always looking ahead. It’s useless; I’ll never make the goal. I’ll never succe
There are 52 weeks in a year. It may take weeks to get to someplace or wait for something to occur. Weeks can be long or slow. Meaning that sometimes the weeks can go by quickly or the weeks can go by slowly. It doesn’t matter how long the weeks take becuase they are always the same length. ALWAYS.
weeks and weeks is how long it took me to decide what to do about a problem that i once had. once i had finally decided what to do, i did what i had decided to do and things did not get better. In fact they got worse.
go into months then years and in the end you wonder where they all go. Weeks disappear, months go by and you wonder where the years went. The best weeks are holiday weeks. They
how long a school year lasts. how long my heart has been broken. the many days it takes to make it through life.
The first word I thought of was pregnancy. I was thinking about how important getting to the final weeks of pregnancy is for the health of a child, and mother. I was also thinking about how i only have 4 weeks left of schooL!
The weeks go by and still I feel young inside as if I were 27yrs old. I try not to look into the mirror of life for it will tell my true age.
It’s been weeks since I first got down under 190 lbs. Weeks. Months, even. But finally, FINALLY after weeks and weeks of yo-yoing, I’m down to 179. I’m so very proud. I sure hope it doesn’t take as many weeks to get down to 169. Yeah.
I have been in this place for weeks and weeks. You don’t even know, trust me. It’s raining outside and I can hear the wind yelling at me through the screen, the dusty, dirty screen that has let too many flies into my abode. Oh, in weeks this hell will be over.
The weeks flowed by in that hot, lazy way of summer. Like a cloud floating across the blue sky, she simply existed and with the sun, she rose and fell behind the water.
The weeks passed by without any news, and the girl was beginning to lose hope. Then, after she’d just about given up, the envelope arrive. A big thick envelope from her number one school.
She ripped open the envelope, read the first sentence, and screeched with delight. “Mom!” she cried, dashing into the house. “Mom, I got in!”
There are 52 weeks in a year. Each weekend, I fill the container that holds the many vitamins I take during a week’s time. When the container is empty at each week end, I realize how fast time goes by.
Weeks go by so quickly. I can’t wait for them to be over sometimes–Friday’s are so nice, but they fly by, and then nothing’s finished, or there’s so much to do on the weekend. Weeks are sort of “bite-sized,” though, which is nice.
It has been weeks since the little boy has dreamed. Weeks ago, he dreamed of nightmare creatures, that wanted to pop his eyes out and see through them. Weeks ago, he stopped sleeping.
weeks flew by and she still had not heard from him it had been so long since she heard his voice she wondered if she ever would again. each day she checked her mail box just waiting for a letter to arrive. finally one did. soft cold tears rolled down her ivory cheeks. her brain wondering, never accepting that fact that he was gone.
Forget weeks. I haven’t seen her in months. I’ve forgotten the color of her laugh, the taste of her smile. I’ve forgotten why my heart beats so when I think of her. But my heart still thuds for her. Thank God for that.
As the weeks went by the dust settled into the grooves of the untouched piano keys. It was as if the weeks had made her bitter.
Weeks had passed from the last time she had seen her best friend.
During the last few weeks Jacob realized just how much he loved Jessa.
Those few weeks were the toughest of my whole life.
There have already been 10 weeks of schools and I feel that I have not done so great of a job. Have these 10 weeks been completely wasted? I don’t feel that they’ve been completely wasted, but I know that they could have been much more meaningful than they have been. So my goal is to take one week at a time and make the most of it.
The weeks continue o come. The tought of you changes every week. One week i think i love you, the next i think i Hate You. quit being sucha dick
are long. tiresome. equally long as any other one that you will live. it all comes down to the weekEND. where after 48 hours it will just start again. same thing over and over.
Weeks. Months. Days. Years. It’s all time. It’s all relative. Is it even there. Why must we waste ourselves away with time. What happened to in the moment? What happened to right here, right now?
weeks go by. where is my mind. the vague mesh of weeks remind me of how weak i really am.
It’s been ten weeks since I last saw you. Ten, whole, weeks. Yet, it feels like it’s been nine months. Nine months for me, like a fetus, to develop and become an entirely new person, ready to see the world.
fifty two in a year. How many in a lifetime? some feel longer, some shorter, even though it’s not possible to bend the boundaries of time. We’re all made of weeks, and days, hours and minutes. All we are are weeks; weeks away from everything.
Threre weeks. I thought we wouldn’t last longer than three weeks, that I’d go back to him in time. That his heart would be tugging too strongly on mine and the memories too great. I still don’t know who’s better for me, or rather, whom I’m better for.
the weeks went by and the pain lessened.
he didn’t feel as badly as he thought he would.
now, it didn’t feel so much like cheating.
it just felt like something that he could explain away.
go by and i wanna just die. weeks of my life that im pretty sure i am wasting because i dont know what i want to be, or who i want to be. its always a mess in the weeks.
for weeks and weeks,
i’ve sat right here.
chemo in my veins
war with the poison
my blood is infected
polluted and stained
just one more week
could be the end
It had been two whole weeks since Bradley had last seen Liam. It was driving him insane. They were on separate continents filming entirely different movies, and though they spoke on the phone with each other almost constantly when they weren’t filming, it wasn’t enough. Would never be enough. And it wasn’t fair that they couldn’t have what they had whilst filing The A-Team. They couldn’t, because of the fucking paparazzi and the rumours and Liam’s boys, and Bradley’s image. He would give it all away to have Liam, but he wouldn’t because it would take everything Liam had away.