If you were to apply yourself to both your job and your marriage you’d be surprised how happy you can be. If you don’t think you can do that, then I guess it’s time to chose.
Emily
I applied my makeup on the morning I met him. He loved me. He loved my face. He loved my beautiful painted face. And I loved him.
Payton
Put to use in some way or instance.
Emily
She applied the ointment to his wounds, tending to his every need. She’s careful with her work, making sure that he doesn’t feel any pain as she presses against his scrapes and cuts, cleaning and sterilizing them. She pours her love onto his very being, hoping that it’ll be enough to heal him.
It’s so hard to apply myself to anything. It’s so much easier to masturbate or sleep, or what TV or something. Granted, Star Trek: The Next Generation is a pretty good show, it still shouldn’t take the place of something spiritually gratifying. I need to meditate, find my true inner self and be free.
I applied to a job today. It’s not really a job that I want, but it’s something that will get me through the summer so I can start school again in the fall. I really hope I get it though, something is better than nothing, right? Well I guess I see. It’s at an office downtown.
Kriston
A thin coat of red was applied to her waiting lips and she smiled at the thought of her next act, showing crooked yellow teeth and indelible malicious intent.
She slowly applied the make up on her face. She wanted to look absolutely perfect tonight–just for this night. It was her last night with him and she wanted to be etched in his memory forever. She slid into into her white wedding dress and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She watched as a single tear slid down her face.
This was their last night together. And when the clock strikes twelve on their wedding night, he’d be gone–forever.
Abi Ferrazzini
The wisdom of the ages. contained in a small container, resting underneath your palm. Can something so easily grasped also be so easily applied? we may have to discover this ourselves before blah fuck it
Zoe
i applied to a job and wasnt hired so it sucked pretty bad but i got over it and tried another job and i got it but i hated it so i quit and became a hobo forever the end.
Michelle
College was supposed to be the best time of our lives. A time to make mistakes and take chances. I didn’t waste any time. I went to a party I never would have gone to in high school, never would have been invited to in high school. If I’d have known someone would’ve ended up dead, I would’ve stayed home and watched reality TV.
I aplied my makeup to my face this morning for church and then i stopped because it occurred to me that i was sick and couldnt do anything about it.
jessica
science. applied for a job. but i am still in high school so i didnt get the job so i applied for another one and finally i got it but it was at taco bell. idgaf cause i like taco bell yum i get nice discounts or free food for my family. yaya.
Diana le
What is this? Where am I? Who are you? Why should I know shet? Anything you’ve ever known doesn’t apply here, nor has it ever applied anywhere else. This is now. This is you. Wake up and accept the fact.
Nikki
I applied to two schools, but did I pick the right one? I don’t know anymore. It seemed like the smart choice, but am I getting what I want? Will I ever? Or will the administration always be an obstacle, not an ally?
hum tume aaspass near that there how is work why u r not well hear share comment like yes why who this these the teeth tell about
J
I applied to college just last week and have never been so happy. I was accepted at Western Oregon University and will soon get to see my boyfriend all the time. I honestly can not wait. I have applied myself in life and no I will go somewhere now.
Joe leaned back in his chair, gripping his bowl and staring into the blank pages of his purple velvet notebook. As he took a hit, he couldn’t help mulling over the velvet. The velvet made Joe think of Renaissance fairs: the dirt, pickles, tits pushed up uncomfortably high that they screamed for attention.
He picked up the notebook and slammed it closed tight with one hand. Up close, the cover looked smooth. He pushed his pointer finger from the top of the notebook down to the bottom. “Not smooth” he thought, looking at the line he made across the cover. “A lone, dignified tally.”
The empty pages were gossiping about his failure to write a sentence. He had let himself down. His whole professional life was a failure, and everything in his study reflected that. The room screamed at him to do better. He could not face himself that night. He could not face the room. Joe tipped his head back and stared into space. He wanted to cry, but he felt nothing.
What you can do when you apply yourself is remarkable. All the places you can go, all the opportunities are right in front of you.
Mariah
As the medicine was applied to her wound, she screamed out in pain. She knew that she never should have gotten into drugs. But everyone was doing it, I never should have given in when I was 13…
There are so many things
I could have done in my life,
though so many say it has hardly begun.
I could be so much more well traveled.
With more knowledge than I’ve got now.
Or have known a hundred more faces,
and nooks to drink my coffee.
Instead I stayed home,
In a zone of a comfort.
Thinking of where I could be
If only I’d applied myself.
samantha
Whenever she applied these theories to her life, they seemed to work perfectly well and explain all her questions. But these same theories fell flat when applied to the lives of her brothers and sisters, no to mention the thousands of people around her every day and the billions on this planet.
Jessica Rostan
i don’t know a lot of things about this word, but i think it’s about go next in the school, be approved.
gri
applied to colleges
so many months until i find out about rejections and acceptances
and meanwhile
well, nothing.
lulu
i applied myself and succeed. applied what i thought i knew and failed. applied what was and succeeded yet again. moral of the story: its not what you think that matters —only what IS.
Mazda has applied for patent on the new Mazda 6 Estate for the Chinese market, meaning it will be launched on the China car market in the near future.
carnewschina.com.
Noul tip de impozit va fi aplicat în funcție de mărimea terenului pe care producătorul în deține.
e-politic.ro
Ion a aplicat CV-ul pentru functia de director
One time I applied to all these jobs. I was desperate for anything! Now you see I’m the type of girl who wants to get her career started so of course I went for the highest pay job with the shortest amount of hours. I thought I found one, but I was wrong. Never ever apply to the retail business.
Alyssa
As she applied to Yale, she knew that she would be able to easily gain entrance. She had yearned to go to this school for years. She had studied hard. She read all the right books. She scored will on her tests. Yet, she now wondered if Yale were really the place she was meant to be. Perhaps a jaunt through Europe for a year would be better.
She applied the brakes just in time. The deer ran across the road and was nearly hit by her car. The lights on the car were not working properly and didn’t shine nearly bright enough to let her see the deer as it darted in front of her. She looked in the backseat and saw that her young son was still sleeping peacefully and seemed to take no notice of the event. As she turned back around, that is when she heard it.
Audrey Eaton
Applied materials. I saw a building for this on the way to the decathalon club. Eriola works there. I saw there symbol at sharks ice in san jose. Hehe bye!
:)P
“Have you applied to that job yet, then?”
Sarah tried to pretend she hadn’t heard her mother’s question, making an intense study of the newspaper.
“Mrs. Bartlett thinks it’s healthy for young people to have a job while they’re in school, keep them out of trouble. Not that you get in any of that of course, dear. Have you been to any parties lately?”
“Mum…”
“Any parties this year? last year? You could probably use a party.”
“Mum!” Sarah said incredulously.
“What? It’s not like you have a job yet, I’m sure you could find a weekend.”
Sarah didn’t bother to tell her mother that that was not the point. It wasn’t as if it would have done any good anyway.
She applied herself to everything she did. Dedicated to a fault some said. Persistent and focused, she said. They’d never understand her and she didn’t care. her need to be accurate, efficient and top of the class was crucial to her survival. Every grade, every test, every paper, it was all or nothing. And she always gave all.
Danielle La Paglia
once I applied to work at a job. I actually have applied to about 4 places now. I’ve never been hired though sadly. I think its because they want experiance but how am i supposed to get experiance when no one will give it to me?
rachelle
I applied pressure to the wound. I began to look around hoping some one would come help any one. I don’t want to be left alone in all this mess. To be left with the guilt of not being able to help all these poor souls.
To apply oneself. What an interesting concept. We apply ourselves to many things that society dictates we should. But do we ever apply ourselves to what we want? We think so, but honestly, we never do.
R.Bennett
I applied myself to this life and all I got was a broken heart with a handful of lies.
I held in the tears as I walked past the row of houses and traveled inside the woods. I’d outgrown my home, but I would apply every single thing I learned back then. The real world pulled me in, and as much as I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. The rope yanked harder, my feet gave way, and my shoes dragged against the spring mud. I was out on my own.
It was always the same conversation with my mother.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to school? I can help you with tuition.”
“I wish you’d just applied yourself instead of working at this godforsaken pub.”
“Do you even get tips?”
“I know a college professor who can help you get in the university.”
I applied pressure to the wound. It wasn’t working. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” I cursed under my breath. He wasn’t waking up, and it was my fault in the first place that he was shot.
If you were to apply yourself to both your job and your marriage you’d be surprised how happy you can be. If you don’t think you can do that, then I guess it’s time to chose.
I applied my makeup on the morning I met him. He loved me. He loved my face. He loved my beautiful painted face. And I loved him.
Put to use in some way or instance.
She applied the ointment to his wounds, tending to his every need. She’s careful with her work, making sure that he doesn’t feel any pain as she presses against his scrapes and cuts, cleaning and sterilizing them. She pours her love onto his very being, hoping that it’ll be enough to heal him.
It’s so hard to apply myself to anything. It’s so much easier to masturbate or sleep, or what TV or something. Granted, Star Trek: The Next Generation is a pretty good show, it still shouldn’t take the place of something spiritually gratifying. I need to meditate, find my true inner self and be free.
I applied to a job today. It’s not really a job that I want, but it’s something that will get me through the summer so I can start school again in the fall. I really hope I get it though, something is better than nothing, right? Well I guess I see. It’s at an office downtown.
A thin coat of red was applied to her waiting lips and she smiled at the thought of her next act, showing crooked yellow teeth and indelible malicious intent.
She slowly applied the make up on her face. She wanted to look absolutely perfect tonight–just for this night. It was her last night with him and she wanted to be etched in his memory forever. She slid into into her white wedding dress and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She watched as a single tear slid down her face.
This was their last night together. And when the clock strikes twelve on their wedding night, he’d be gone–forever.
The wisdom of the ages. contained in a small container, resting underneath your palm. Can something so easily grasped also be so easily applied? we may have to discover this ourselves before blah fuck it
i applied to a job and wasnt hired so it sucked pretty bad but i got over it and tried another job and i got it but i hated it so i quit and became a hobo forever the end.
College was supposed to be the best time of our lives. A time to make mistakes and take chances. I didn’t waste any time. I went to a party I never would have gone to in high school, never would have been invited to in high school. If I’d have known someone would’ve ended up dead, I would’ve stayed home and watched reality TV.
I aplied my makeup to my face this morning for church and then i stopped because it occurred to me that i was sick and couldnt do anything about it.
science. applied for a job. but i am still in high school so i didnt get the job so i applied for another one and finally i got it but it was at taco bell. idgaf cause i like taco bell yum i get nice discounts or free food for my family. yaya.
What is this? Where am I? Who are you? Why should I know shet? Anything you’ve ever known doesn’t apply here, nor has it ever applied anywhere else. This is now. This is you. Wake up and accept the fact.
I applied to two schools, but did I pick the right one? I don’t know anymore. It seemed like the smart choice, but am I getting what I want? Will I ever? Or will the administration always be an obstacle, not an ally?
hum tume aaspass near that there how is work why u r not well hear share comment like yes why who this these the teeth tell about
I applied to college just last week and have never been so happy. I was accepted at Western Oregon University and will soon get to see my boyfriend all the time. I honestly can not wait. I have applied myself in life and no I will go somewhere now.
Joe leaned back in his chair, gripping his bowl and staring into the blank pages of his purple velvet notebook. As he took a hit, he couldn’t help mulling over the velvet. The velvet made Joe think of Renaissance fairs: the dirt, pickles, tits pushed up uncomfortably high that they screamed for attention.
He picked up the notebook and slammed it closed tight with one hand. Up close, the cover looked smooth. He pushed his pointer finger from the top of the notebook down to the bottom. “Not smooth” he thought, looking at the line he made across the cover. “A lone, dignified tally.”
The empty pages were gossiping about his failure to write a sentence. He had let himself down. His whole professional life was a failure, and everything in his study reflected that. The room screamed at him to do better. He could not face himself that night. He could not face the room. Joe tipped his head back and stared into space. He wanted to cry, but he felt nothing.
This is giving up.
What you can do when you apply yourself is remarkable. All the places you can go, all the opportunities are right in front of you.
As the medicine was applied to her wound, she screamed out in pain. She knew that she never should have gotten into drugs. But everyone was doing it, I never should have given in when I was 13…
There are so many things
I could have done in my life,
though so many say it has hardly begun.
I could be so much more well traveled.
With more knowledge than I’ve got now.
Or have known a hundred more faces,
and nooks to drink my coffee.
Instead I stayed home,
In a zone of a comfort.
Thinking of where I could be
If only I’d applied myself.
Whenever she applied these theories to her life, they seemed to work perfectly well and explain all her questions. But these same theories fell flat when applied to the lives of her brothers and sisters, no to mention the thousands of people around her every day and the billions on this planet.
i don’t know a lot of things about this word, but i think it’s about go next in the school, be approved.
applied to colleges
so many months until i find out about rejections and acceptances
and meanwhile
well, nothing.
i applied myself and succeed. applied what i thought i knew and failed. applied what was and succeeded yet again. moral of the story: its not what you think that matters —only what IS.
Mazda has applied for patent on the new Mazda 6 Estate for the Chinese market, meaning it will be launched on the China car market in the near future.
carnewschina.com.
Noul tip de impozit va fi aplicat în funcție de mărimea terenului pe care producătorul în deține.
e-politic.ro
Ion a aplicat CV-ul pentru functia de director
One time I applied to all these jobs. I was desperate for anything! Now you see I’m the type of girl who wants to get her career started so of course I went for the highest pay job with the shortest amount of hours. I thought I found one, but I was wrong. Never ever apply to the retail business.
As she applied to Yale, she knew that she would be able to easily gain entrance. She had yearned to go to this school for years. She had studied hard. She read all the right books. She scored will on her tests. Yet, she now wondered if Yale were really the place she was meant to be. Perhaps a jaunt through Europe for a year would be better.
She applied the brakes just in time. The deer ran across the road and was nearly hit by her car. The lights on the car were not working properly and didn’t shine nearly bright enough to let her see the deer as it darted in front of her. She looked in the backseat and saw that her young son was still sleeping peacefully and seemed to take no notice of the event. As she turned back around, that is when she heard it.
Applied materials. I saw a building for this on the way to the decathalon club. Eriola works there. I saw there symbol at sharks ice in san jose. Hehe bye!
“Have you applied to that job yet, then?”
Sarah tried to pretend she hadn’t heard her mother’s question, making an intense study of the newspaper.
“Mrs. Bartlett thinks it’s healthy for young people to have a job while they’re in school, keep them out of trouble. Not that you get in any of that of course, dear. Have you been to any parties lately?”
“Mum…”
“Any parties this year? last year? You could probably use a party.”
“Mum!” Sarah said incredulously.
“What? It’s not like you have a job yet, I’m sure you could find a weekend.”
Sarah didn’t bother to tell her mother that that was not the point. It wasn’t as if it would have done any good anyway.
i havent applied myself to anything in a while. I really should start trying to do something productive with my life, according to my parents that is.
She applied herself to everything she did. Dedicated to a fault some said. Persistent and focused, she said. They’d never understand her and she didn’t care. her need to be accurate, efficient and top of the class was crucial to her survival. Every grade, every test, every paper, it was all or nothing. And she always gave all.
once I applied to work at a job. I actually have applied to about 4 places now. I’ve never been hired though sadly. I think its because they want experiance but how am i supposed to get experiance when no one will give it to me?
I applied pressure to the wound. I began to look around hoping some one would come help any one. I don’t want to be left alone in all this mess. To be left with the guilt of not being able to help all these poor souls.
To apply oneself. What an interesting concept. We apply ourselves to many things that society dictates we should. But do we ever apply ourselves to what we want? We think so, but honestly, we never do.
I applied myself to this life and all I got was a broken heart with a handful of lies.
I held in the tears as I walked past the row of houses and traveled inside the woods. I’d outgrown my home, but I would apply every single thing I learned back then. The real world pulled me in, and as much as I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. The rope yanked harder, my feet gave way, and my shoes dragged against the spring mud. I was out on my own.
And for once, it was okay.
It was always the same conversation with my mother.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to school? I can help you with tuition.”
“I wish you’d just applied yourself instead of working at this godforsaken pub.”
“Do you even get tips?”
“I know a college professor who can help you get in the university.”
I applied pressure to the wound. It wasn’t working. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” I cursed under my breath. He wasn’t waking up, and it was my fault in the first place that he was shot.