You make me whole even though I should be half. You make me whole because you see my soul. I’d give anything in this whole wide world to see your face. Because you make me whole and cannot be replaced. A whole lot of this, a whole lot of that. A whole lot of loneliness. A whole lot of space.
A whole pie is a shit ton to eat, and a cake for that matter. How do people do it? Why do they do it? I would feel like a lard ass if I even attempted to try that, and would immediately stop. Who knows, some people find comfort in food, but I sure as hell don’t.
Sometimes we go through things that take away a part of us. We have disappointments and we have failures that make us feel incomplete. Events that make us wonder if something is wrong with ourselves. And then we meet and reconnect with the special people in our lives and then good things happen again and we feel whole again.
-all your everything. sorry, but no, I know, okay? What, no, I said I got it. People don’t belong to other people, you keep TELLING me that, okay? So stop, I know.
the whole of me.
is still sore and sullen.
the whole of me
is raw and ravaged and biten and biting
the whole of me
is sheepish and disintegrated
the whole of me
is shiny and scintalliting
the whole of me
in blue jeans and blue tatters
the whole of me
is sick with the sorrow and silliness
the whole of me
is still resting in you
What makes me feel whole? A quiet room, sunlight peeking through the shades. A cool bed, a warm arm, the scent of a lover, the promise of eternity, stopped time.
What makes me feel whole? I quiet room, sunlight peeking through the shades. A cool bed, a warm arm, the scent of a lover, the promise dfdof eternity, the stopping of time.
She wasn’t sure what it meant to be whole. She was pretty positive, in fact, that nobody knew what it was to be whole. Wholeness was a manmade concept, when in fact, nature just created half-baked souls. Life was a process; a means through which one got closer to whole.
She wasn’t sure what it meant to be whole. She was pretty positive, in fact, that nobody knew what it was to be whole. Wholeness was a manmade concept, when in fact, nature just created half-baked souls. Life was just a means of getting closer to whole.
you’re my whole world. you’re my everything. i don’t want it anymore. you can have it back. take my heart, take my mind, take the whole thing. i don’t want the tainted ideas of you in it. you can have it back.
I sat in math class as the teacher droned on and on.
“Whole is equal to part plus part.”
I felt a tug from behind on my blonde pony-tail and quickly whipped around to see what was going on.
its what i feel when im with you.
like an entire piece
wholly new and complete.
not fragmented
i feel like the suns beating down
and the clouds are barely there
and i am wholly my own
Am I whole?
I don’t feel whole.
Something’s missing, but I can’t quite figure out what that is.
Can you tell me?
Can you help me find the missing piece?
Or pieces?
Are we supposed to be whole?
a whole in my heart
ever since i began to accept myself
for who i am
as a whole
the hole will go
and yourself you’ll know
dont fight against that calling
dont drop that phone
What is it like to feel whole? Does anyone really know? I thought I knew once, but I never really got the chance to follow it, and it slipped away. Now sometimes I have the feeling but I think it’s all just a mirage. On the lighter side, I like whole wheat bread.
“What does it mean to be whole?” She asked him. His expression was downcast and he was barely responsive, but his arms shook almost unnoticeably against the armrests of his chair. “Tell me.”
Hands working like lightning to form pieces to a whole, adjustments on knobs and switches, gentle alterations to the hypnotic disc to change the sound. Amongst the drums and claps, bass and taps, horns and hums a scene plays out with the quiet intensity of a humid, rainy night.
my heart was once
a gaping black hole
centered in my chest
I tried to fill it
with empty promises
and broken secrets
now, green light
has filled my soul
it whispers
“one day at a time”
and slowly I take
one step and then another
it reminds me that
life is worth living
I’m finally a person
I’m not ashamed to be
if you look for it
maybe you can see the
hope in my eyes
It’s not perfect
but for once
I feel whole
whole fruit whole dogs whole pie pi pi like math whole numbers whole milk wholesome. are you wholesome? what makes a wholesome person? their milk? their fruit? their pie? (pi?) whole grain. like special k. k hole. high! high people=not wholesome… or are they? wholey (holey) (holy).
There is a whole world out there. Everywhere else, but here. So how can you not see that out of the whole world, and all the people in it, there is a reason that you and I would be here, together at the same time. How can you not see?
I love you with my whole heart. I am whole because of you. Whole just keeps reminding me of love. You are my whole world. I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world. You keep me whole.
So their was this lonely cookie. he really wanted to feel as special as the oreo because see oreos have 2 cookies hugging but the one cookie only has itself. it needs someone. and then he discovered milk and it was love.
“Oh!” Jenny pushed back from the table. “I’m going to be sick.” “Well,” Tara looked at her friend sympathetically. “Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten that whole cheesecake,” she said gently. Jenny looked blearily at her best friend. “That rat bastard broke up with me on Facebook,” she. “And he posted it unlocked so everyone could see it. So I deserved that cheesecake!” Jenny rose from her chair purposefully. “Now, get me over to Carl’s place because he totally deserves the technicolor yawn I’m going to make all over his car!”
heartedly. i will, from here on out, live my life with my entire heart into everything i do. whether it be work, my job, my relationships, or my friendships, it will have my full attention. nobody can be fully happy without giving their all into things. whole, and complete, i will compete in the human race.
I don’t feel whole ever since it happened. Funnily enough, since there’s been an addition rather than a subtraction, I feel even more bereft. When it started I swore that I would keep myself a single entity, that I would never become half of a pair. It turned out not to be under my control in the least. I told myself I wasn’t succumbing, as I waited by the phone and spent long nights doing the contemporary equivalent of writing maudlin poetry: chatting with random strangers online, just so I could unload my eloquent sorrows.
i dont know what to write about whole. fuck I’m high lol. Whole, whats not whole? idk a half, some sort of .79. Is anything actually whole? We’re decaying at a constant rate so we’re alway missing parts of us. Thats insane. yo purple wee
Let’s think about what makes us, what forms us.
Something we need to help achieve whole is TIME, intentional, deliberate time for self-reflection.
I think this is the missing piece in many people’s lives, including mine.
I want to work towards wholeness. It begins today.
You could eat a whole Apple, or you could smoke a whole cigarette,
Either way does the whole world care?
The whole world will never know you,
So you might as well smoke the entire cigarette and to make yourself feel a whole lot better, have whole apple too.
There’s a whole. No not a whole. But a huge entire whole of a hole in my chest. Gaping wide spilling and pour out blood and emotions -sadness NO worse, emptiness. This is what life is not since you’ve left me. My whole life has been consumed by you no longer being apart of my life.
“I can’t believe I ate the WHOLE thing.” Oliver Stanton moaned, looking up pathetically at V. “I am going to explode. Goodbye cruel world.”
She glanced at him. “Dude, it was a fucking tiny pie. Get over yourself.”
There is a whole lot of nothing in my brain. There is a whole world waiting to see what I know! I can’t believe I ate the whole thing! When will this whole thing stop? Whole is a great word to use and work with. What else do you have?
You make me whole even though I should be half. You make me whole because you see my soul. I’d give anything in this whole wide world to see your face. Because you make me whole and cannot be replaced. A whole lot of this, a whole lot of that. A whole lot of loneliness. A whole lot of space.
A whole pie is a shit ton to eat, and a cake for that matter. How do people do it? Why do they do it? I would feel like a lard ass if I even attempted to try that, and would immediately stop. Who knows, some people find comfort in food, but I sure as hell don’t.
Sometimes we go through things that take away a part of us. We have disappointments and we have failures that make us feel incomplete. Events that make us wonder if something is wrong with ourselves. And then we meet and reconnect with the special people in our lives and then good things happen again and we feel whole again.
-all your everything. sorry, but no, I know, okay? What, no, I said I got it. People don’t belong to other people, you keep TELLING me that, okay? So stop, I know.
the whole of me.
is still sore and sullen.
the whole of me
is raw and ravaged and biten and biting
the whole of me
is sheepish and disintegrated
the whole of me
is shiny and scintalliting
the whole of me
in blue jeans and blue tatters
the whole of me
is sick with the sorrow and silliness
the whole of me
is still resting in you
What makes me feel whole? A quiet room, sunlight peeking through the shades. A cool bed, a warm arm, the scent of a lover, the promise of eternity, stopped time.
I’ve always done everything solo. Never needed a hand to hold when things got scary. I was my own person; the definition of independence.
But now I know what’s it’s like being two halves to a whole.
You showed me what it’s like.
What makes me feel whole? I quiet room, sunlight peeking through the shades. A cool bed, a warm arm, the scent of a lover, the promise dfdof eternity, the stopping of time.
She wasn’t sure what it meant to be whole. She was pretty positive, in fact, that nobody knew what it was to be whole. Wholeness was a manmade concept, when in fact, nature just created half-baked souls. Life was a process; a means through which one got closer to whole.
this whole thing. my whole self.
i wish to be whole, but how?
will i ever be?
or am i already whole,
even with all the flaws?
She wasn’t sure what it meant to be whole. She was pretty positive, in fact, that nobody knew what it was to be whole. Wholeness was a manmade concept, when in fact, nature just created half-baked souls. Life was just a means of getting closer to whole.
you’re my whole world. you’re my everything. i don’t want it anymore. you can have it back. take my heart, take my mind, take the whole thing. i don’t want the tainted ideas of you in it. you can have it back.
pizza
thats right.. i replied to oneword with one word… betch
I sat in math class as the teacher droned on and on.
“Whole is equal to part plus part.”
I felt a tug from behind on my blonde pony-tail and quickly whipped around to see what was going on.
its what i feel when im with you.
like an entire piece
wholly new and complete.
not fragmented
i feel like the suns beating down
and the clouds are barely there
and i am wholly my own
Am I whole?
I don’t feel whole.
Something’s missing, but I can’t quite figure out what that is.
Can you tell me?
Can you help me find the missing piece?
Or pieces?
Are we supposed to be whole?
a whole in my heart
ever since i began to accept myself
for who i am
as a whole
the hole will go
and yourself you’ll know
dont fight against that calling
dont drop that phone
What is it like to feel whole? Does anyone really know? I thought I knew once, but I never really got the chance to follow it, and it slipped away. Now sometimes I have the feeling but I think it’s all just a mirage. On the lighter side, I like whole wheat bread.
“What does it mean to be whole?” She asked him. His expression was downcast and he was barely responsive, but his arms shook almost unnoticeably against the armrests of his chair. “Tell me.”
Hands working like lightning to form pieces to a whole, adjustments on knobs and switches, gentle alterations to the hypnotic disc to change the sound. Amongst the drums and claps, bass and taps, horns and hums a scene plays out with the quiet intensity of a humid, rainy night.
my heart was once
a gaping black hole
centered in my chest
I tried to fill it
with empty promises
and broken secrets
now, green light
has filled my soul
it whispers
“one day at a time”
and slowly I take
one step and then another
it reminds me that
life is worth living
I’m finally a person
I’m not ashamed to be
if you look for it
maybe you can see the
hope in my eyes
It’s not perfect
but for once
I feel whole
the whole of the sun disappears
off the ledge of mountains
i watch from the cross of the martyrs
The whole cheese was gone. How was that possible? It had been there just this morning. She didn’t know what to do now. Her cheese was gone.
whole fruit whole dogs whole pie pi pi like math whole numbers whole milk wholesome. are you wholesome? what makes a wholesome person? their milk? their fruit? their pie? (pi?) whole grain. like special k. k hole. high! high people=not wholesome… or are they? wholey (holey) (holy).
If there’s a whole piece missing, and I’m just a piece of something, does that make me whole? Because I feel like just a piece.
whole total complete real existence self-actualisation fulfilment happiness
There is a whole world out there. Everywhere else, but here. So how can you not see that out of the whole world, and all the people in it, there is a reason that you and I would be here, together at the same time. How can you not see?
I love you with my whole heart. I am whole because of you. Whole just keeps reminding me of love. You are my whole world. I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world. You keep me whole.
So their was this lonely cookie. he really wanted to feel as special as the oreo because see oreos have 2 cookies hugging but the one cookie only has itself. it needs someone. and then he discovered milk and it was love.
“Oh!” Jenny pushed back from the table. “I’m going to be sick.” “Well,” Tara looked at her friend sympathetically. “Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten that whole cheesecake,” she said gently. Jenny looked blearily at her best friend. “That rat bastard broke up with me on Facebook,” she. “And he posted it unlocked so everyone could see it. So I deserved that cheesecake!” Jenny rose from her chair purposefully. “Now, get me over to Carl’s place because he totally deserves the technicolor yawn I’m going to make all over his car!”
heartedly. i will, from here on out, live my life with my entire heart into everything i do. whether it be work, my job, my relationships, or my friendships, it will have my full attention. nobody can be fully happy without giving their all into things. whole, and complete, i will compete in the human race.
I don’t feel whole ever since it happened. Funnily enough, since there’s been an addition rather than a subtraction, I feel even more bereft. When it started I swore that I would keep myself a single entity, that I would never become half of a pair. It turned out not to be under my control in the least. I told myself I wasn’t succumbing, as I waited by the phone and spent long nights doing the contemporary equivalent of writing maudlin poetry: chatting with random strangers online, just so I could unload my eloquent sorrows.
i dont know what to write about whole. fuck I’m high lol. Whole, whats not whole? idk a half, some sort of .79. Is anything actually whole? We’re decaying at a constant rate so we’re alway missing parts of us. Thats insane. yo purple wee
Let’s think about what makes us, what forms us.
Something we need to help achieve whole is TIME, intentional, deliberate time for self-reflection.
I think this is the missing piece in many people’s lives, including mine.
I want to work towards wholeness. It begins today.
The whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you god.
their was a half of a bagel
it was sad
it needed another half and so it went to the store and bought another half bagel
now it is happy and whole:)
You could eat a whole Apple, or you could smoke a whole cigarette,
Either way does the whole world care?
The whole world will never know you,
So you might as well smoke the entire cigarette and to make yourself feel a whole lot better, have whole apple too.
There’s a whole. No not a whole. But a huge entire whole of a hole in my chest. Gaping wide spilling and pour out blood and emotions -sadness NO worse, emptiness. This is what life is not since you’ve left me. My whole life has been consumed by you no longer being apart of my life.
“I can’t believe I ate the WHOLE thing.” Oliver Stanton moaned, looking up pathetically at V. “I am going to explode. Goodbye cruel world.”
She glanced at him. “Dude, it was a fucking tiny pie. Get over yourself.”
There is a whole lot of nothing in my brain. There is a whole world waiting to see what I know! I can’t believe I ate the whole thing! When will this whole thing stop? Whole is a great word to use and work with. What else do you have?