i almost threw up not reall ybut tho why is it always almnost wtf is tis witchcraft hahaha i dont believe in witches actually they were herbal mthers or smth hahhahahahhahš’pasjaipdaipehf
asfas
there is a special place
hidden in the space
between
your fingers
and the stars
you didn’t
catch
I almost had you-
Things couldn’t have been more perfect
then you had to go and FUCK it up
I told you not to
I can’t force you to want me
and I am going to have to get over you.
it’ll take time
because I am so bitter towards you.
because you chose someone else over me
which makes me feel inferior
and small
and unworthy
terrible
sad
and upset
my spirit broke
even though we spent a short time together.
I thought it was worth a million lifetimes.
Happy holidays you sack of shit.
I hope you enjoy it with the one you care about
I know it won’t make any difference to you that you hurt me.
you’ll still be smiling, laughing, kissing, loving
don’t worry, you’ll see the mistake you made eventually-
because I AM worth it
all those fuckers that broke my heart will see the mistake they made
when they’re 10 years down the road as miserable as anything.
realizing that they could’ve had it all.
I don’t deserve heartache, no one does.
cheers, douchebags.
The word almost is used too much in life. “I almost made the shot”. Okay so you almost made it, you were almost famous, Why not try again and keep going for it.
Don’t think you belong?
not accepted in the world
I’ve got news for you!
Success and failure
one action separates them
the one done ALMOST
got killed or got rich
got love or a great career
many have almost
anyone can join Almost
chances are, you’re a member
welcome to the club!
! Haiku-Man !
I almost forget my homework teacher zhang assigned yesterday。
Perrus
Almost perfect
Almost there
Almost done
I can only think of completion. We are a work in progress and it never ends; it’s continuous work.
Carmen Jimenez
there are all the almosts that keep me up at night. the almost you who almost touched me. the almost you who almost felt me. almost seen. almost known. and before all of the almosts can come true i am lost lost lost lost. almost there. almost here. almost came true.
It is almost, not enough and not completely there. Only almost. It was nothing close to satisfaction or enough, it was almost enough. It was almost there. It was almost satisfying. Almost.
Ashley
“I almost” that would be the story of my life. I can not count the times I have used said “I almost”. why should I just stop at almost, I need to “FINISH”, not “ALMOST”
Winston
“oh God.”
It was a small prayer. A pleading voice to power she didn’t believe in.
She had tried so hard.
She looks at her hand, disbelieving. The red gouged marks in her palms evidence of a life trying to hold on, to live.
But she hadn’t been able to hold on.
“OH GOD”
Jaggarte
Flashing lights, cheers, and trophies. The resounding sense of victory and the cries of teammates as they celebrate the impossible. They’ve won. They’ve really done it.
I watch it all from afar. Knowing that if that one kick had gone the other way, it would have been me there, the center of attention, the crown star of a celebration. But not this time — not today. I watch with my teammates from the sidelines in a dazed sort of mind, still attempting to process that this time it wasn’t us.
I don’t think I ever “almost” anything. I really don’t. I think I’m very Yoda-ish in that way. There is no try. There is do or not do. I do or I do not do. I succeed or I fail. Or I’m still working on something and not there yet. But I don’t think I’ve ever “almost”-ed anything. Or at least I don’t think that way. I either succeeded, or didn’t.
NQ
Almost there. Almost ashore. The next wave will carry her in. It won’t matter there are no lifeguards. Almost safe. Can she stand yet? No. In another minute. The next wave will do it. And all the time, inexorably, no almost about it, the rip tide is carrying her further and further out.
Joanna Bressler
“There isn’t a word for this kinda attachment.”
“Forgiveness doesn’t suit you.”
“Don’t project on me.”
“Forgiveness looks new on you.”
“I’m glad you’re noticing the difference.”
“Still wary as ever I see.”
“I know it’s a dangerous tell. I’m working on my mask of guileless gullibility.”
“Or don’t.”
The Lens
year after year
playing a season
or playing at playing at a season
most of the time so far
but several years
almost
so close
just enough to tease hope
try again
struggle/fail
rebuild
start over
almost
maybe this will be the year.
alasthepoetwarrior
I almost left yesterday but something compelled me to stay its been three mounths sence I came back but I feel ive overstayed my welcome. Yet theirs no reason to look back on decisions we didnt make or should have made the first time. So here I am again stuck on this perpeutal merry go round of memories and regrets with you.
hi
The rain drop-drips. Random coins clink into a cup: money on the slip. Cars roll through the night. Islands wrapped in light. One thumps past all static with the bass: sss-thud, sss-thud, sss-thud. Gravel and glass both crunch underfoot. On the breeze streams paper and soot. Steam hisses off the vents. Look at me look at you: did I almost have it yet?
Cracked
It was almost Christmas, and the children were all gathered in the living room, dressed head to toe in reds and greens, their hands shivering beneath large books of carols and hymns. I, their well-dressed conductor, was ready to take them out into the chilly night, so that they could comfort their equally chilly neighbors with beautiful holiday songs and jingles. I pulled on my fur cap, cleared my throat, and beckoned the group toward the door.
Belinda Roddie
It was almost too much, the way they looked at each other.
Every time they locked eyes, the unspoken words died in their lips, it was unleashed flames and suppressed things.
All of them.
It was almost not enough.
Haganoa
I almost gave up. Good thing, God sent me angels to help me with my fulfill dreams. He made dreams become a reality and made me believe that I had everything I need to be successful. Thank you, God.
Gabs Talavera
I was almost at the finish line. Almost. But, like my parents used to tell me, “Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.”
Cooper
She always knew, people always told her. ”You’re almost enough. Almost, but never quite there.” She knew, but he also knew. He knew that she was, in fact, almost and too much and everything in between. She was perfect to him and he was almost able to tell her.
almost, a word that is not a clear subject. i almost want to click this site away because i dont know what almost means. is almost always almost, or is almost always never in the end. i wont make it.
Giulia
It’s almost time! The clock in the hallway ticks over the sound of the singers outside. The smell of the cookies wafts into the room, mingling with the smoke and embers flying out of the fire. The family surrounds, wrapped in blankets and nursing mugs of hot chocolate. It’s dark, despite how early it is. We are tired. Bed soon, because it’s almost time.
She strained her arm. It was just out of reach. She hated being short. She imagined herself with svelt, lanky legs, shiny, beautiful. She tried one more time to reach before she called for help. “Stephen?”
“Yes?”
“Can you come get something out of the top cupboard for me?”
i almost threw up not reall ybut tho why is it always almnost wtf is tis witchcraft hahaha i dont believe in witches actually they were herbal mthers or smth hahhahahahhahš’pasjaipdaipehf
there is a special place
hidden in the space
between
your fingers
and the stars
you didn’t
catch
I almost had you-
Things couldn’t have been more perfect
then you had to go and FUCK it up
I told you not to
I can’t force you to want me
and I am going to have to get over you.
it’ll take time
because I am so bitter towards you.
because you chose someone else over me
which makes me feel inferior
and small
and unworthy
terrible
sad
and upset
my spirit broke
even though we spent a short time together.
I thought it was worth a million lifetimes.
Happy holidays you sack of shit.
I hope you enjoy it with the one you care about
I know it won’t make any difference to you that you hurt me.
you’ll still be smiling, laughing, kissing, loving
don’t worry, you’ll see the mistake you made eventually-
because I AM worth it
all those fuckers that broke my heart will see the mistake they made
when they’re 10 years down the road as miserable as anything.
realizing that they could’ve had it all.
I don’t deserve heartache, no one does.
cheers, douchebags.
The word almost is used too much in life. “I almost made the shot”. Okay so you almost made it, you were almost famous, Why not try again and keep going for it.
Don’t think you belong?
not accepted in the world
I’ve got news for you!
Success and failure
one action separates them
the one done ALMOST
got killed or got rich
got love or a great career
many have almost
anyone can join Almost
chances are, you’re a member
welcome to the club!
I almost forget my homework teacher zhang assigned yesterday。
Almost perfect
Almost there
Almost done
I can only think of completion. We are a work in progress and it never ends; it’s continuous work.
there are all the almosts that keep me up at night. the almost you who almost touched me. the almost you who almost felt me. almost seen. almost known. and before all of the almosts can come true i am lost lost lost lost. almost there. almost here. almost came true.
They had almost made it to the bank of the river. That was until the others had caught up, breathless and terrified.
It is almost, not enough and not completely there. Only almost. It was nothing close to satisfaction or enough, it was almost enough. It was almost there. It was almost satisfying. Almost.
“I almost” that would be the story of my life. I can not count the times I have used said “I almost”. why should I just stop at almost, I need to “FINISH”, not “ALMOST”
“oh God.”
It was a small prayer. A pleading voice to power she didn’t believe in.
She had tried so hard.
She looks at her hand, disbelieving. The red gouged marks in her palms evidence of a life trying to hold on, to live.
But she hadn’t been able to hold on.
“OH GOD”
Flashing lights, cheers, and trophies. The resounding sense of victory and the cries of teammates as they celebrate the impossible. They’ve won. They’ve really done it.
I watch it all from afar. Knowing that if that one kick had gone the other way, it would have been me there, the center of attention, the crown star of a celebration. But not this time — not today. I watch with my teammates from the sidelines in a dazed sort of mind, still attempting to process that this time it wasn’t us.
almost
I don’t think I ever “almost” anything. I really don’t. I think I’m very Yoda-ish in that way. There is no try. There is do or not do. I do or I do not do. I succeed or I fail. Or I’m still working on something and not there yet. But I don’t think I’ve ever “almost”-ed anything. Or at least I don’t think that way. I either succeeded, or didn’t.
Almost there. Almost ashore. The next wave will carry her in. It won’t matter there are no lifeguards. Almost safe. Can she stand yet? No. In another minute. The next wave will do it. And all the time, inexorably, no almost about it, the rip tide is carrying her further and further out.
“There isn’t a word for this kinda attachment.”
“Forgiveness doesn’t suit you.”
“Don’t project on me.”
“Forgiveness looks new on you.”
“I’m glad you’re noticing the difference.”
“Still wary as ever I see.”
“I know it’s a dangerous tell. I’m working on my mask of guileless gullibility.”
“Or don’t.”
year after year
playing a season
or playing at playing at a season
most of the time so far
but several years
almost
so close
just enough to tease hope
try again
struggle/fail
rebuild
start over
almost
maybe this will be the year.
I almost left yesterday but something compelled me to stay its been three mounths sence I came back but I feel ive overstayed my welcome. Yet theirs no reason to look back on decisions we didnt make or should have made the first time. So here I am again stuck on this perpeutal merry go round of memories and regrets with you.
The rain drop-drips. Random coins clink into a cup: money on the slip. Cars roll through the night. Islands wrapped in light. One thumps past all static with the bass: sss-thud, sss-thud, sss-thud. Gravel and glass both crunch underfoot. On the breeze streams paper and soot. Steam hisses off the vents. Look at me look at you: did I almost have it yet?
It was almost Christmas, and the children were all gathered in the living room, dressed head to toe in reds and greens, their hands shivering beneath large books of carols and hymns. I, their well-dressed conductor, was ready to take them out into the chilly night, so that they could comfort their equally chilly neighbors with beautiful holiday songs and jingles. I pulled on my fur cap, cleared my throat, and beckoned the group toward the door.
It was almost too much, the way they looked at each other.
Every time they locked eyes, the unspoken words died in their lips, it was unleashed flames and suppressed things.
All of them.
It was almost not enough.
I almost gave up. Good thing, God sent me angels to help me with my fulfill dreams. He made dreams become a reality and made me believe that I had everything I need to be successful. Thank you, God.
I was almost at the finish line. Almost. But, like my parents used to tell me, “Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.”
She always knew, people always told her. ”You’re almost enough. Almost, but never quite there.” She knew, but he also knew. He knew that she was, in fact, almost and too much and everything in between. She was perfect to him and he was almost able to tell her.
almost, a word that is not a clear subject. i almost want to click this site away because i dont know what almost means. is almost always almost, or is almost always never in the end. i wont make it.
It’s almost time! The clock in the hallway ticks over the sound of the singers outside. The smell of the cookies wafts into the room, mingling with the smoke and embers flying out of the fire. The family surrounds, wrapped in blankets and nursing mugs of hot chocolate. It’s dark, despite how early it is. We are tired. Bed soon, because it’s almost time.
She strained her arm. It was just out of reach. She hated being short. She imagined herself with svelt, lanky legs, shiny, beautiful. She tried one more time to reach before she called for help. “Stephen?”
“Yes?”
“Can you come get something out of the top cupboard for me?”