..i constantly ask myself questions, the stupidest ones usually, but never ask them out loud. Now I’m asking myself why am I doing this stupid thing, it’s dumb as hell, but I’m not stopping so…
shogo
Maybe he wants to know something about a thing or two. Maybe? Am I right?
Mark
Asking… hmm… I don’t know. Asking… questioning… it’s what we all do. Ever since we were little, we’ve been asking about the world. It’s how we learn. It’s how we feed our curiosity. A world without questions is not a world living for.
Wendy
she was asking him to stay, and she didn’t know what he was thinking. that’s the hardest thing in the world. to lay your heart out and tell him you don’t think you can make it without him when you know he will only stay if you CAN make it without him. he didn’t answer. ever. it was over then. she didn’t even cry because she was gone too.
larya
christmas time is here.
JO
always ask, never be afraid to question things. nothing is certain, everything derseves questioning…..can you answer it? who can? find out, or keep asking…
shane
what does this word mean. Of course, it means to ask for something, but then you cannot define the word with the word itself. However, the deeper meaning of the word would be of course what is this something. Why does someone want this something?
Curt
i was asking you about it … just because you didn’t tell me before. i had to hear it through the other one. The Other one. The social funnel that always ruins the d
steve wilson
I hate asking people I like for help because I’m always sure that I’m a burden to them. I know I’m not or at least that’s what they tell me, but I can never fully believe them. That’s how insecure I am. I can’t even ask for help when I need it from people I know would help me in a heart beat.
Q
i hate to ask for anything. anything at all. it makes me feel helpless and stupid and like i cannot do anything for myself. but if someone asked me for anything, anything at all, i’d give it or get it for them in a heartbeat.
erica
questions what do you want, i see you. just think about what you are saying. maybe im asking you a question to the question you asked me. what if the answer is a paradox and the only way to get to the bottom of it is to answer with your question.
siouxzie
asking is not telling, it’s not selling, it’s not accustomed to honest endeavors. asking seems to have been misplaced with receiving while it should have remained seeking knowledge
short
asking for stuff can be hard. but they say if you don’t ask you don’t get. i believe that asking gives us an opportunity to see what we are wanting from the world and set about trying to attain it. I really like the fact that i am getting better at honing in on what i really need because i am willing to ask for what i what and pay for what i get. i am happy to make note of all the things i received as part of my pact with the Universe
neeairah jones
I’m asking why.. But I don’t know… Why do monkeys eat bananas ? No answer… Saaaaaaad !
Korphee
I’m going to ask you one more time… Why must you do this to me? Asking is a way to express your curiosities. Have you ever noticed that? Well, of course you have… Asking does a lot for a person, and it’s pretty great. I hate when people mispronounce it axing, though. That gets on my nerves. To ask is to learn, to learn is to know, to know is everything.
Meredith
I was asking him. Wondering if the world was calling. Wondering if the skies saw me. Wondering if anyone knew how hard I had been crying. How hard can someone cry? Had I broken a record? The only thing slowing my sobs were the shadows curving the leaves of the trees, the blue jay finding it’s way down the trunk of the tree. I knew this was it. This was all I had, myself and nature. The sky. I am me. I am no longer asking anyone.
Arielle
I’ve always wondered if asking a question is a good thing. I mean, no one really wants to answer them, right? And people always say there’s no such thing as a stupid question. But apparently there is, cuz people always make silly remarks back. I want to ask you… Are there stupid questions or only stupid people. So yeah… Asking things is a very touchy subject.
Rai
Nothing more than curiosity or a need of knowledge.
Renae
asking about what… i was asking to myself what this was about before i did it.. yan showed me it and noqw im sitting here.. actually listening to music… they just said ssketchy but idk why cuz i was to busy typing whatever it is that im supposed to be typing/.. but iom a bad typer so im sorry of there are some typos.. .and i just went to this website that discusses the differences between there their and they’re.. it is about why peolpe are confused and what are the most confusing words in the english language i was wondering if the minute was up
mike o
answers matter less than the questions asked. wonderings musings imaginings. we ask to begin to know.
kathryn
Somedays I have no idea what I’m asking, I just ask to keep you talking. Anything. Any question that comes to my mind just to know what you think, just to keep your attention on me for that moment, that second; that fraction of your attention is so important to me. And so today I’m asking you to listen to me for once.
Sam
Asking for love isn’t easy. Often you get burned, sometimes over an over again. This is what makes terrorists, haters, [i]enemies.[/i] It is the fact that they can’t get any love. All they’ve even known is rejection. So really, we should love the haters, nurse those who killed us, and eliminate the boundaries that separate.
Murphy Spence
Asking for another chance is one of the hardest things to do. Roll the die, check the bones- die or play again.The red ribbon around your finger reminds you of how death comes each time, but you keep on playing… Why?
Murphy Spence
He was asking me again and again. I don’t know, how could I know . . I was just an intern, not a real doctor. I mentally hit myself for that thought; I needed to think positivly. “We’ll know more when she wakes up,” I said. He sighed and looked weary, walking away to wait.
Melissa Anne
I’m only asking you once, and if you say no, I’ll completely understand.
Do you love me?
When you look upon me, does your heart flutter as mine does as I look at you?
When you look into my eyes, are you swimming in water so warm that you have chills, as I do when I peer into yours?
Kourtney
So i was asking my mom the other day what she thought about this guy i was dating. She totally loved him. I couldn’t believe it. she was always not agreeing with my taste in men but she just loved this guy. He was so great. He asked me what she said, and when i told him, he was so happy.
Jessica
You took my heart without asking and you didn’t even want it.
Fuck you.
And YOU. You told me, albeit indirectly, that you love me. And that made me happy because do you realize how few people do? Or at least, how few those are that actually tell me?
But however much I try to make YOU happy, all YOU seem to do is cause me pain and sorrow, and make me want to kill myself.
Fuck YOU.
I’m going to do all the asking from now on, and all the breaking, and all the lying and cheating and murder. I’m sick of never being asked. And I’m sick of people asking for a chance to help me and then choosing not to.
Nobody ever fucking ask me anything ever again.
morbid butterfly
Asking. That’s simple. If I asked you “How do you like the tuna casserole?” then I would be asking you a question. Uh….
Asking can also mean if YOU are asking ME a question. “Do you want to go to a movie?” That is asking ME a question. Sometimes asking questions is interesting.
Jim
i was asking my grandma a question about life. and she told me to sleep with as many men as possible while i was young. because once you get married and settle down thats all you have and there is nothing you can do about it. im a beautiful girl and i need to use my body while i can. im determined to loose my virginity this year to jason. but that would involve asking.. and i hate asking questions i already know the answer to. because there is such thing as a stupid question.
emily
The intercom announces its latest rule with violent gusto. Capital letters echo around their skulls, vibrating their ears and lurching their stomachs. The Voice that rushes through them is the one they were conditioned to jerk and obey. The hallways hush.
“ASKING QUESTIONS DISALLOWED. QUESTION MARKS ARE NOW CONSIDERED TO BE GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT. TERM PAPERS WILL BE GRADED ACCORDINGLY.”
Not allowed to ask why, they only do.
Gleek
interesting. i don’t remember anyone asking me if they could change the oneword. i didn’t get to respond to phyllie. i’m still thinking and smiling myself, babe…
L
Fred Man Jones
it was just the other day when I was asking my aunt when she and my uncle were going to fly to colorado for christmas. Yet it feels like an eon ago. I don;t know where the lovely, life sustaining time went. I suppose it ticked away to the time of our beating hearts.
Rica
Asking that question could be fatal. Do I even WANT the answer? But…He looked so…Happy when he saw me today. And, I know I was happy to see him. But, I’m probably better off not asking such questions of men I’m not allowed to love any more. It’s dangerous. Besides, I have a boy, and he loves me for the guy I am. Plus, this other guy is straight, it’s just so damn complicated.
Torrin
never got anyone anywhere. sometimes you just have to do without the permission. It’s always easier to ask forgiveness than permission. That’s how Rosie always saw it. Rosie don’t see nothin’ no more.
Dachelle
“The asking” is a ceremony akin to tearing one’s hear out (of course an exaggeration of one’s mental processes.) The fact is that the person asking has no right to be requesting what it is that he/she wants, and they know it, and the benefactor knows it.
But of course there were those few that actually deserved it. Those few were simultaneously praised and hated.
DJ Trousdale
It always feels like an imposition, or that it shouldn’t be necessary. But not asking is like planting a mystery in your mind that might grow into an obsession and so you have to.
NH
all i’m asking–that’s all i’ m doing. jsut gimme an answer. it’s simple. it’s easy. the world is not going to fuckin end. this is a very simple, easy, unobtrusive thing i’m doing. i’m asking.
people always say they’re just asking. they’re really trying to pull out some secret some dark desire. quit lyiing . stop asking. start telling. people want to know. don’t make them ask. just put yourself out there.
josh
“I just wanted that one on the top shelf there.. no.. left a bit… right… no not that one the one with the PINK bits GOD woman what is wrong with you.” I had five minutes until the train came in. He kept on: “Now do you have that… what’s it called?” Come on, fucking move, fucking…
crabmuffins
out
Nick Matherne
Is it really a question or rather a quest for acceptance? When a questions is asked, often we are searching for the right to be; to
..i constantly ask myself questions, the stupidest ones usually, but never ask them out loud. Now I’m asking myself why am I doing this stupid thing, it’s dumb as hell, but I’m not stopping so…
Maybe he wants to know something about a thing or two. Maybe? Am I right?
Asking… hmm… I don’t know. Asking… questioning… it’s what we all do. Ever since we were little, we’ve been asking about the world. It’s how we learn. It’s how we feed our curiosity. A world without questions is not a world living for.
she was asking him to stay, and she didn’t know what he was thinking. that’s the hardest thing in the world. to lay your heart out and tell him you don’t think you can make it without him when you know he will only stay if you CAN make it without him. he didn’t answer. ever. it was over then. she didn’t even cry because she was gone too.
christmas time is here.
always ask, never be afraid to question things. nothing is certain, everything derseves questioning…..can you answer it? who can? find out, or keep asking…
what does this word mean. Of course, it means to ask for something, but then you cannot define the word with the word itself. However, the deeper meaning of the word would be of course what is this something. Why does someone want this something?
i was asking you about it … just because you didn’t tell me before. i had to hear it through the other one. The Other one. The social funnel that always ruins the d
I hate asking people I like for help because I’m always sure that I’m a burden to them. I know I’m not or at least that’s what they tell me, but I can never fully believe them. That’s how insecure I am. I can’t even ask for help when I need it from people I know would help me in a heart beat.
i hate to ask for anything. anything at all. it makes me feel helpless and stupid and like i cannot do anything for myself. but if someone asked me for anything, anything at all, i’d give it or get it for them in a heartbeat.
questions what do you want, i see you. just think about what you are saying. maybe im asking you a question to the question you asked me. what if the answer is a paradox and the only way to get to the bottom of it is to answer with your question.
asking is not telling, it’s not selling, it’s not accustomed to honest endeavors. asking seems to have been misplaced with receiving while it should have remained seeking knowledge
asking for stuff can be hard. but they say if you don’t ask you don’t get. i believe that asking gives us an opportunity to see what we are wanting from the world and set about trying to attain it. I really like the fact that i am getting better at honing in on what i really need because i am willing to ask for what i what and pay for what i get. i am happy to make note of all the things i received as part of my pact with the Universe
I’m asking why.. But I don’t know… Why do monkeys eat bananas ? No answer… Saaaaaaad !
I’m going to ask you one more time… Why must you do this to me? Asking is a way to express your curiosities. Have you ever noticed that? Well, of course you have… Asking does a lot for a person, and it’s pretty great. I hate when people mispronounce it axing, though. That gets on my nerves. To ask is to learn, to learn is to know, to know is everything.
I was asking him. Wondering if the world was calling. Wondering if the skies saw me. Wondering if anyone knew how hard I had been crying. How hard can someone cry? Had I broken a record? The only thing slowing my sobs were the shadows curving the leaves of the trees, the blue jay finding it’s way down the trunk of the tree. I knew this was it. This was all I had, myself and nature. The sky. I am me. I am no longer asking anyone.
I’ve always wondered if asking a question is a good thing. I mean, no one really wants to answer them, right? And people always say there’s no such thing as a stupid question. But apparently there is, cuz people always make silly remarks back. I want to ask you… Are there stupid questions or only stupid people. So yeah… Asking things is a very touchy subject.
Nothing more than curiosity or a need of knowledge.
asking about what… i was asking to myself what this was about before i did it.. yan showed me it and noqw im sitting here.. actually listening to music… they just said ssketchy but idk why cuz i was to busy typing whatever it is that im supposed to be typing/.. but iom a bad typer so im sorry of there are some typos.. .and i just went to this website that discusses the differences between there their and they’re.. it is about why peolpe are confused and what are the most confusing words in the english language i was wondering if the minute was up
answers matter less than the questions asked. wonderings musings imaginings. we ask to begin to know.
Somedays I have no idea what I’m asking, I just ask to keep you talking. Anything. Any question that comes to my mind just to know what you think, just to keep your attention on me for that moment, that second; that fraction of your attention is so important to me. And so today I’m asking you to listen to me for once.
Asking for love isn’t easy. Often you get burned, sometimes over an over again. This is what makes terrorists, haters, [i]enemies.[/i] It is the fact that they can’t get any love. All they’ve even known is rejection. So really, we should love the haters, nurse those who killed us, and eliminate the boundaries that separate.
Asking for another chance is one of the hardest things to do. Roll the die, check the bones- die or play again.The red ribbon around your finger reminds you of how death comes each time, but you keep on playing… Why?
He was asking me again and again. I don’t know, how could I know . . I was just an intern, not a real doctor. I mentally hit myself for that thought; I needed to think positivly. “We’ll know more when she wakes up,” I said. He sighed and looked weary, walking away to wait.
I’m only asking you once, and if you say no, I’ll completely understand.
Do you love me?
When you look upon me, does your heart flutter as mine does as I look at you?
When you look into my eyes, are you swimming in water so warm that you have chills, as I do when I peer into yours?
So i was asking my mom the other day what she thought about this guy i was dating. She totally loved him. I couldn’t believe it. she was always not agreeing with my taste in men but she just loved this guy. He was so great. He asked me what she said, and when i told him, he was so happy.
You took my heart without asking and you didn’t even want it.
Fuck you.
And YOU. You told me, albeit indirectly, that you love me. And that made me happy because do you realize how few people do? Or at least, how few those are that actually tell me?
But however much I try to make YOU happy, all YOU seem to do is cause me pain and sorrow, and make me want to kill myself.
Fuck YOU.
I’m going to do all the asking from now on, and all the breaking, and all the lying and cheating and murder. I’m sick of never being asked. And I’m sick of people asking for a chance to help me and then choosing not to.
Nobody ever fucking ask me anything ever again.
Asking. That’s simple. If I asked you “How do you like the tuna casserole?” then I would be asking you a question. Uh….
Asking can also mean if YOU are asking ME a question. “Do you want to go to a movie?” That is asking ME a question. Sometimes asking questions is interesting.
i was asking my grandma a question about life. and she told me to sleep with as many men as possible while i was young. because once you get married and settle down thats all you have and there is nothing you can do about it. im a beautiful girl and i need to use my body while i can. im determined to loose my virginity this year to jason. but that would involve asking.. and i hate asking questions i already know the answer to. because there is such thing as a stupid question.
The intercom announces its latest rule with violent gusto. Capital letters echo around their skulls, vibrating their ears and lurching their stomachs. The Voice that rushes through them is the one they were conditioned to jerk and obey. The hallways hush.
“ASKING QUESTIONS DISALLOWED. QUESTION MARKS ARE NOW CONSIDERED TO BE GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT. TERM PAPERS WILL BE GRADED ACCORDINGLY.”
Not allowed to ask why, they only do.
interesting. i don’t remember anyone asking me if they could change the oneword. i didn’t get to respond to phyllie. i’m still thinking and smiling myself, babe…
L
it was just the other day when I was asking my aunt when she and my uncle were going to fly to colorado for christmas. Yet it feels like an eon ago. I don;t know where the lovely, life sustaining time went. I suppose it ticked away to the time of our beating hearts.
Asking that question could be fatal. Do I even WANT the answer? But…He looked so…Happy when he saw me today. And, I know I was happy to see him. But, I’m probably better off not asking such questions of men I’m not allowed to love any more. It’s dangerous. Besides, I have a boy, and he loves me for the guy I am. Plus, this other guy is straight, it’s just so damn complicated.
never got anyone anywhere. sometimes you just have to do without the permission. It’s always easier to ask forgiveness than permission. That’s how Rosie always saw it. Rosie don’t see nothin’ no more.
“The asking” is a ceremony akin to tearing one’s hear out (of course an exaggeration of one’s mental processes.) The fact is that the person asking has no right to be requesting what it is that he/she wants, and they know it, and the benefactor knows it.
But of course there were those few that actually deserved it. Those few were simultaneously praised and hated.
It always feels like an imposition, or that it shouldn’t be necessary. But not asking is like planting a mystery in your mind that might grow into an obsession and so you have to.
all i’m asking–that’s all i’ m doing. jsut gimme an answer. it’s simple. it’s easy. the world is not going to fuckin end. this is a very simple, easy, unobtrusive thing i’m doing. i’m asking.
people always say they’re just asking. they’re really trying to pull out some secret some dark desire. quit lyiing . stop asking. start telling. people want to know. don’t make them ask. just put yourself out there.
“I just wanted that one on the top shelf there.. no.. left a bit… right… no not that one the one with the PINK bits GOD woman what is wrong with you.” I had five minutes until the train came in. He kept on: “Now do you have that… what’s it called?” Come on, fucking move, fucking…
out
Is it really a question or rather a quest for acceptance? When a questions is asked, often we are searching for the right to be; to