She was confused. As she tried to delve into her thoughts for the answer nothing came. She knew there was something but not there, not then. Only at the right moment could she get it. This wasn’t the right moment, that was the problem. How was she supposed to know when the right moment was? She wasn’t magical!
She was confused. As she tried to delve into her thoughts for the answer nothing came. She knew there was something but not there, not then. Only at the right moment could she get it.
Delving into finding my own identity is the mos difficult thing I’ve ever had to do. Not only am I losing my relationship, I feel like I am losing a peice of myself.
She delved into the deep blue ocean, auburn hair flowing behind her, reminiscent of that of a mermaid. She was ultimately, doubtlessly beautiful. If only she could see it herself. And see how much in love with her I really am.
Ally Smith
Delving in the sand…lying on the beach..the sun shining brightly,burning your skin but it still feels incredible
Ilina
She delved into the abyss that was her soul and found there only more despair. She fell into the soul of her world and found the flickering of another soul, white-lit, which gave her hope.
So I delve into the box, picking up fragments of all the lives that could have been. A card with a heart-turned-mouse sketch, a patch of a flannel red blanket, the broken frame of a pair of dark black glasses, a wine cork, a number on a receipt, and the string off a sweatshirt five sizes too big that I still borrowed. At the bottom, a pair of sunglasses and an unopened envelope.
Going deeper and deeper in to the bowels of the earth I am reminded of the confines of my soul. The farther I try to look within the less I can see. The farther I travel down the more frightened I become. Will i ever leave? Escape? Sitting in a damp corner I close my eyes, and let the darkness envelope me, hoping one day someone will trip over me.
Alex
She started to delve further into the drawer. The clothes were not hers, but she had seen them before. Apparently, Howard’s “aunt” had a lot more secrets than she had first suspected. So, it seemed, did Howard!
tonykeyesjapan
We delved into the ocean together, hearts racing. Time had stopped, and so had my senses. I stopped thinking, listening, hearing. All I saw was the world of blue around me, and it filled the rest of my senses.
Marilyn
He’s so shallow if you tried to delve into the seas of his subconscious you would break your neck.
Delve into your imagination, and you’ll find your dreams. (Eventually)
Delve into your dreams, and you’ll find your subconscious. (Or nightmares)
Delve into your nightmares, and you’ll find your subconscious for sure, this time. (Iteration #3)
Delve into your subconscious, and you’ll find despair. (If it’s not what you’ve been expecting)
Delve into your despair, now. Why despair? You just found a new character sheet to play on. A new person to be. To learn to be. To, maybe this time, love to be. (In case of failure, loop to the beginning)
End.
THEY_HAVE_EELS
I dip into the book like a fat person with a cracker. I delve into the story so intensely that I cannot be me without it.
Sara
Sometimes I like to delve into a huge tub of ice cream. I is just so tasty. I really like any kind of strawberry or raspberry fro yo, especially if it has dark choco chunks.
Alexis Smith
i want to delve into an ocean. Clear, fresh, blue water. I want to swim with someone. A handsome man. And kiss him. Delve into love. Into sex. Into romance. Delve. Into the things i would really be too scared to get into. Trouble. Delve into truth.
Aden
Delving into the box, the young girl rummaged frantically looking for something she couldn’t remember but knew she would know if she found it.
Like an eager beaver hunting for a needle in a haystack, Mortimer delved into the dusty stack of notebooks, feverishly searching for Doktor Wissenschaftler’s secret Grünkohlochsenschwanzeintopf recipe.
its what you do when you want to do something and dont know whether to do it or not. why do you delve because yololoololol. this is what you do to your mind when something interesting and convoluted happens to you something you dont understand, something you can always rely on when you have nothing else you can do and have to make a decision. delve, you cant do it all the time but you cannot live without doing it every once in a while you will turn into a boring old sap! stay young, delve sometimes. :)
Umut Budak
deep, into your soul and realise the truth about what you want and what you are.
there is only truth and happyness to be found and the will lead to peace
claire
I delved into the book, eager to learn more about the subject. I wasn’t here to learn, though. I was here to research, which in a way, was like learning. The book lay open before me as I hurriedly turned the pages. I suppose I’m not being very clear. I was searching, hunting for a certain thing.
Rachel
I’m delving into my own quiet world for the time being. Learning some quiet things about myself, some surprise me.
Bobbi
is like a hole? i don’t know, i don’t speak enlish, i’m latina, so now i’m gonna start speaking spanish: hola como estas? yo aburrida, es lunes por la tarde, nada que hacer. One direction rules!! i wanna be a super hero (? follow me on tumblr! hipsta15.tumblr.com thanks! :)
Fulana
Let’s delve a little deeper here. Where does my affection for somber, unkind boys come from?
I thought, this is it. This is the day I die. The water surrounds my head, closes over my mouth, filling my ears and nose with hatred. I want to die. I want this to be over.
But I am pulled from the water.
Her time was running out. About 50 evil sheep were chasing her, all around the coast. But she couldn’t just delve, dive into the sea of the ocean. She’s always been scared of something so infinitely-looking. So what did she do? She’d rather bury herself alive in the sand. Just like her mother, before she was even born.
Do I have to have a name?
I want you to jump into your own life-
(everything I have to say is about to sound either cheesy or profound in a way those my age don’t comprehend on a level that will be enough to mean much at all to them)-
and look at the things which you have done. In truth, the expectations that anyone has for you will never perfectly match yours. I want you to look at who you were when you were young, what kind of child you were like. There will be things that make you cringe about who you were then. That is because you have changed. Every second you have been alive has gone into the creation of your life. In every second, there is an infinite number of possibilities as to what may happen. You have lived for approximately 600,000,000 seconds; in that time, where there was nothing, there has been created a person. The fact that you are alive means that you are a contributing factor in the world.
Delving into the deep, thinking heavily, he looked around and decided that not only was he a bit annoyed, he was also frightened to death.
He looked over at her, and she smiled, somewhat evilly.
“What?” he asked, amazed his voice didn’t tremble.
“What?” she asked, “I’m merely looking at you.”
But her gaze was predatory, and as she looked at him, he delved deeper into the recesses of his mind, trying to think how to get out of a thing like this.
“I’m looking at you,” she continued, “Because I find you fascinating.”
I delved into the box of mysterious things. Which item should I pick to give as a gift? The mirror, the old watch? The laced gloves? No…none were good enough. Finally, I settled on the green earrings- perfect for Mom. She’d love them immediately.
Alex
My hands delved into my pocket and I searched, for what I was still unsure. It’s not like there was any money or keys to be found there. But it felt like there was something I should be looking for. When I pulled out my hand… I found a note in my hand.
Lauren Vance
If I delve deep enough into the far murky recesses of my mind I know that I can find all the answers that I seek. I do not have to be stuck in this twilight zone of uncertainty . I can pick up the oars and bravely launch into the waters.
The hole was deep – too deep. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to fall. I never wanted to fall. They all think I jumped of my own accord. I didn’t jump. Understand? I fell. I’m so sorry. I had to fall. I had no choice.
Eve
You feel it. You wake up from the dream and you are still in the blissful state of half unconsciousness. But the dream you had, your precious dream is slipping away from you. You can feel it, almost touch it. So close yet so far. Slipping away from you as you delve in your mind just to catch the last spark of it in the final attempt to preserve it in your mind. But as usually you give up and step into reality of day with dreamless resignation.
Stood before me was a cave, full of stunning blue water. It reminded me of your eyes, I ignored the risk. It was time to delve in. It felt like your eyes.
chloe langley
I need to go delve into a great book. It has been a while since I have read a great book and I love it. When they are good, it’s like I can see the book in movie form going on in my head. They are almost better than movies because they are longer and more elaborate.
Drew Potosky
You found me there, sitting alone, and you thought it was brilliant to delve into my mind even if I didn’t really want you to. Yet, I couldn’t find the will to resist you. I wanted you to get under my skin, even if I started hating myself for it. Now I want to delve into your mind, but you left me with a heart longing for more. I’ll see you again someday.
So why is it so hard for me to delve into my studies? I just arrived at college a month ago and I can’t get the hang of this ‘studying’ thing.
I’ve completely lost my work ethic. Completely. College is expensive, too, and I wish that it wasn’t, because I’m letting my parents down.
Annie
So deep that my breath gone, so deep that my feelings doens’t make sense anymore. So deep.
Isabela
we have to delve in what we are doing.we have to delve in our relationships in work in evryting else.inorder to get 100% results 100% delving is very important.once in a while we should delve in funny happy things as well.
Lubna
To delve deeper into something…
Perhaps the word that I really want is “dive.” I can imagine now the air pushing at my skin, as if trying to hold me back. I can imagine the sickening feeling of gravity pulling at my stomach. I can imagine the harsh sting of the cold water as it engulfs me, and the shock of suddenly having no solid ground underneath me.
She was confused. As she tried to delve into her thoughts for the answer nothing came. She knew there was something but not there, not then. Only at the right moment could she get it. This wasn’t the right moment, that was the problem. How was she supposed to know when the right moment was? She wasn’t magical!
She was confused. As she tried to delve into her thoughts for the answer nothing came. She knew there was something but not there, not then. Only at the right moment could she get it.
Delving into finding my own identity is the mos difficult thing I’ve ever had to do. Not only am I losing my relationship, I feel like I am losing a peice of myself.
She delved into the deep blue ocean, auburn hair flowing behind her, reminiscent of that of a mermaid. She was ultimately, doubtlessly beautiful. If only she could see it herself. And see how much in love with her I really am.
Delving in the sand…lying on the beach..the sun shining brightly,burning your skin but it still feels incredible
She delved into the abyss that was her soul and found there only more despair. She fell into the soul of her world and found the flickering of another soul, white-lit, which gave her hope.
So I delve into the box, picking up fragments of all the lives that could have been. A card with a heart-turned-mouse sketch, a patch of a flannel red blanket, the broken frame of a pair of dark black glasses, a wine cork, a number on a receipt, and the string off a sweatshirt five sizes too big that I still borrowed. At the bottom, a pair of sunglasses and an unopened envelope.
Going deeper and deeper in to the bowels of the earth I am reminded of the confines of my soul. The farther I try to look within the less I can see. The farther I travel down the more frightened I become. Will i ever leave? Escape? Sitting in a damp corner I close my eyes, and let the darkness envelope me, hoping one day someone will trip over me.
She started to delve further into the drawer. The clothes were not hers, but she had seen them before. Apparently, Howard’s “aunt” had a lot more secrets than she had first suspected. So, it seemed, did Howard!
We delved into the ocean together, hearts racing. Time had stopped, and so had my senses. I stopped thinking, listening, hearing. All I saw was the world of blue around me, and it filled the rest of my senses.
He’s so shallow if you tried to delve into the seas of his subconscious you would break your neck.
Beginning.
Delve into your imagination, and you’ll find your dreams. (Eventually)
Delve into your dreams, and you’ll find your subconscious. (Or nightmares)
Delve into your nightmares, and you’ll find your subconscious for sure, this time. (Iteration #3)
Delve into your subconscious, and you’ll find despair. (If it’s not what you’ve been expecting)
Delve into your despair, now. Why despair? You just found a new character sheet to play on. A new person to be. To learn to be. To, maybe this time, love to be. (In case of failure, loop to the beginning)
End.
I dip into the book like a fat person with a cracker. I delve into the story so intensely that I cannot be me without it.
Sometimes I like to delve into a huge tub of ice cream. I is just so tasty. I really like any kind of strawberry or raspberry fro yo, especially if it has dark choco chunks.
i want to delve into an ocean. Clear, fresh, blue water. I want to swim with someone. A handsome man. And kiss him. Delve into love. Into sex. Into romance. Delve. Into the things i would really be too scared to get into. Trouble. Delve into truth.
Delving into the box, the young girl rummaged frantically looking for something she couldn’t remember but knew she would know if she found it.
Like an eager beaver hunting for a needle in a haystack, Mortimer delved into the dusty stack of notebooks, feverishly searching for Doktor Wissenschaftler’s secret Grünkohlochsenschwanzeintopf recipe.
the boy delved deeply through a hole.
its what you do when you want to do something and dont know whether to do it or not. why do you delve because yololoololol. this is what you do to your mind when something interesting and convoluted happens to you something you dont understand, something you can always rely on when you have nothing else you can do and have to make a decision. delve, you cant do it all the time but you cannot live without doing it every once in a while you will turn into a boring old sap! stay young, delve sometimes. :)
deep, into your soul and realise the truth about what you want and what you are.
there is only truth and happyness to be found and the will lead to peace
I delved into the book, eager to learn more about the subject. I wasn’t here to learn, though. I was here to research, which in a way, was like learning. The book lay open before me as I hurriedly turned the pages. I suppose I’m not being very clear. I was searching, hunting for a certain thing.
I’m delving into my own quiet world for the time being. Learning some quiet things about myself, some surprise me.
is like a hole? i don’t know, i don’t speak enlish, i’m latina, so now i’m gonna start speaking spanish: hola como estas? yo aburrida, es lunes por la tarde, nada que hacer. One direction rules!! i wanna be a super hero (? follow me on tumblr! hipsta15.tumblr.com thanks! :)
Let’s delve a little deeper here. Where does my affection for somber, unkind boys come from?
I thought, this is it. This is the day I die. The water surrounds my head, closes over my mouth, filling my ears and nose with hatred. I want to die. I want this to be over.
But I am pulled from the water.
Her time was running out. About 50 evil sheep were chasing her, all around the coast. But she couldn’t just delve, dive into the sea of the ocean. She’s always been scared of something so infinitely-looking. So what did she do? She’d rather bury herself alive in the sand. Just like her mother, before she was even born.
I want you to jump into your own life-
(everything I have to say is about to sound either cheesy or profound in a way those my age don’t comprehend on a level that will be enough to mean much at all to them)-
and look at the things which you have done. In truth, the expectations that anyone has for you will never perfectly match yours. I want you to look at who you were when you were young, what kind of child you were like. There will be things that make you cringe about who you were then. That is because you have changed. Every second you have been alive has gone into the creation of your life. In every second, there is an infinite number of possibilities as to what may happen. You have lived for approximately 600,000,000 seconds; in that time, where there was nothing, there has been created a person. The fact that you are alive means that you are a contributing factor in the world.
Delving into the deep, thinking heavily, he looked around and decided that not only was he a bit annoyed, he was also frightened to death.
He looked over at her, and she smiled, somewhat evilly.
“What?” he asked, amazed his voice didn’t tremble.
“What?” she asked, “I’m merely looking at you.”
But her gaze was predatory, and as she looked at him, he delved deeper into the recesses of his mind, trying to think how to get out of a thing like this.
“I’m looking at you,” she continued, “Because I find you fascinating.”
I delved into the box of mysterious things. Which item should I pick to give as a gift? The mirror, the old watch? The laced gloves? No…none were good enough. Finally, I settled on the green earrings- perfect for Mom. She’d love them immediately.
My hands delved into my pocket and I searched, for what I was still unsure. It’s not like there was any money or keys to be found there. But it felt like there was something I should be looking for. When I pulled out my hand… I found a note in my hand.
If I delve deep enough into the far murky recesses of my mind I know that I can find all the answers that I seek. I do not have to be stuck in this twilight zone of uncertainty . I can pick up the oars and bravely launch into the waters.
The hole was deep – too deep. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to fall. I never wanted to fall. They all think I jumped of my own accord. I didn’t jump. Understand? I fell. I’m so sorry. I had to fall. I had no choice.
You feel it. You wake up from the dream and you are still in the blissful state of half unconsciousness. But the dream you had, your precious dream is slipping away from you. You can feel it, almost touch it. So close yet so far. Slipping away from you as you delve in your mind just to catch the last spark of it in the final attempt to preserve it in your mind. But as usually you give up and step into reality of day with dreamless resignation.
Stood before me was a cave, full of stunning blue water. It reminded me of your eyes, I ignored the risk. It was time to delve in. It felt like your eyes.
I need to go delve into a great book. It has been a while since I have read a great book and I love it. When they are good, it’s like I can see the book in movie form going on in my head. They are almost better than movies because they are longer and more elaborate.
You found me there, sitting alone, and you thought it was brilliant to delve into my mind even if I didn’t really want you to. Yet, I couldn’t find the will to resist you. I wanted you to get under my skin, even if I started hating myself for it. Now I want to delve into your mind, but you left me with a heart longing for more. I’ll see you again someday.
Delve: what a word. What a thing to say.
So why is it so hard for me to delve into my studies? I just arrived at college a month ago and I can’t get the hang of this ‘studying’ thing.
I’ve completely lost my work ethic. Completely. College is expensive, too, and I wish that it wasn’t, because I’m letting my parents down.
So deep that my breath gone, so deep that my feelings doens’t make sense anymore. So deep.
we have to delve in what we are doing.we have to delve in our relationships in work in evryting else.inorder to get 100% results 100% delving is very important.once in a while we should delve in funny happy things as well.
To delve deeper into something…
Perhaps the word that I really want is “dive.” I can imagine now the air pushing at my skin, as if trying to hold me back. I can imagine the sickening feeling of gravity pulling at my stomach. I can imagine the harsh sting of the cold water as it engulfs me, and the shock of suddenly having no solid ground underneath me.