There was nothing for me there. It was all so… dull! So boring! I had to move on! But it seemed that everywhere I went, the dullness of my past clung to me like a dirty rag…
Anna
something plain and ordinary. boring and useless. someone that isnt exciting or interesting. a long story told by a bad story teller.
iza
i don’t like my knives dull, i like them sharp. like when i stabbed matt in the neck with a dull knife, nothing HAPPENED last week and i got mad and stabbed more. but it was dull so NOTHING HAPPENED AGAIN. this is a true story, it is also a dull story because there was a dull knife
rylee
Dull, the knife was.
How I wished it had been sharp.
The pain lingers and lingers and lingers.
AK
its hard knowing who you are in this world, and fitting in and finding that balance between being too obnoxious and being too dull and sometimes i think that im on the dull side but i dont really care, you know?
hanna
Not gonna lie, the first thing that popped into my head was “my life”. But after another second I realized this is far from true. My life is chaos, but I guess I’m not really complaining. Just tryin to make the best out of some potentially shitty situations. Dull? My ass.
Karlee
Looking at the world with dull eyes, she could not believe she let herself fall out of that dratted tree. She knew how helpless she must look to predators in the forest. Lia picked herself up, dizzily leaning against the tree, the very tree that had caused her cloudy eyes.
boring is nothing compared to anything can that be done. no body likes being dull. you need a life. why are you such a lame person that no body wants to hang out with. grow some nuts and get on with your life. stop being such a dull person, grow up
Sean Wilcox
The gray sky shone dully against the pavement. Rain pattered on my head, making my bad mood worse. People dressed just like me trudged on their way to school.
Riley Kirk
she fluttered lightly in the murky air but all he could focus on was the tips of her wingfeathers – the long broad ones at the very ends of her wings, and the tips where the fine fibers branched out from the slim frame. it was almost like the way she looked at him, when her eyelids were so near-closed that her eyelashes drew winglike impressions on those cheekbones.
I want to say that my life is dull; to have an explanation for my lack of interest in existence. I find that people who complain about life tend to seem more interesting. i want to be interesting.
Clara Riedlinger
i want my life to be anything and everything but dull. I want color, and vibrance and to live freely. I want the world to transform me and to find my own happiness.
Ev
knife, blade, life, ex girlfriend, dell reminds me of this word, this is a very dull word.
John
Today was dull, dull sky, dull clothes, dull people. It was of course monday so what do you excpect? The end
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Mouse
Dull is something that is unappetizing to the mind. Someone who is dull is not someone I’d like to talk to. Examples of such people: Dr. Phil, Ben Stein (actually, maybe), Nicholas Cage, and Tom Cruise.
Blunt or not sharp. I think of a wooden pencil. I hate wooden pencils because they get dull and my handwriting therefore gets sloppy. I love mechanical pencils because I can break off the end so it is always sharp and my handwriting is precise.
Christiana
day without company, the end is nigh, can’t seem to find the reason to get up in the morning. What on earth is to be done. On earth as it is in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come.
paul
very boring people that dont enjoy life. refer to weather e.g “a dull day”.
its a dull color,
Gerard
faded, not sharp, boring, opposite of bright
jackie
It was dull. Dull, dull, dull, she echoed through her head as she sat against the hard brick that scraped her bare back. Her fancy dress was ruined, obviously, and its low back wasn’t doing her any favors now in the chill and rough texture of the wall behind her. Sigh. Fuck life.
it’s the colour i miss the most. i had never noticed the different reds, browns, oranges and yellows of the fall leaves. i had never bothered to marvel at the indigo skies in the middle of the night, nor the bright stars that scattered it like the freckles on your face. now there’s no colour at all, it’s like a black and white photograph; dull and still. i try to live like i had before, but there’s no present or future without you in it. i’m living in the past, slowly fading, like a black and white photograph in a forgotten album.
This group was pretty dull. She figured there’d be losers but not the entire group. She tried this meet-up thing to meet people but these were not her people.
Kristy B
Shining things, after much use, so become. The reflectivity, the insight offered, by a framed representation of all that which once existed only inside. And slowly, with use, all things become less reflective, less bright. And then they, and the life that they hold, go in turn with the once-shining steel of the old sword, sheathed.
Dull is my highlights that are fading. I put the tea in my hair to bring out the highlights. And they are so vibrant. I love when my hair can bring out my own natural highlights. That is the one way to go: natural beauty all the way!
Dull? My life is sometimes dull, I hate it. I hate dull people, they’re so boring… and dull. I hate the loud annoying ones just the same. Dull colours, dull lighting, it all sucks. Why can’t everything be bright and happy?
some times my classes seem like this. un fun colours dark days. quiet afternoons. train rides home. train rides to my parents house. university life at times bad. just bad
avery
the sound of my monday. woke up and it was foggy as opposed to sunny and bright. went to work knowing that I was going to have a lot to do today. nose to the grindstone but not a whole lot of production being turned out. shot two pumkin patches with my 60d and mapped them now trying to find a way to make a photo tour
Dom
again life has become dull without you. not that the nothingness is not familiar, it just made sense more when you were there. and now you’re gone.
Dull things pass by as I slip into deep sleep.
Beats dropping by like rain drops.
When you’re life is so dull, and things pass by in slow-mo
Don’t you step back and reflect on yourself through a window glass
Seeing the things you regret, not taking the chances you wanted to in the past?
Self_Made
Life is dull without some fun. But then again, the dullness makes life worthwhile every now and then. It gives us the chance to contemplate about some things.
not much simple black grey its not much its really boring its a word and its not very interesting no
stella
Dull
Seagulls
flying in the wind
full of dry and cold
leaving ’till next year
June
Everything in the world that is nothing; the tasteless, colorless, lifeless objects and people that bring absolutely nothing new to the slate.
lindsay
blah blah blah
dull is dull
like the dust on the fans
like the creaks in my kitchen
like the beat of a heart
dull dull dull
just blah blah blah
that’s it
just dull
push harder
harder
HARDER!!!
that knife is too dull
you should’ve sharpened it better before you started
now there’s no time for that
you need to finish the job and put that poor creature out of it’s misery
it’s an old lady word. When I hear dull I think of a victorian old maid or widow socialite, covered in lace and wondering why everyone in the room is just so bloody boring. She, on the other hand, is not dull, supposedly. In her mind, she is the one interesting thing in this life and must be forced to use the word dull in order to condemn her surroundings. Dull people never use the word dull, for fear of self recognition.
Kali
It is everything that I’m not.
the exact opposite of what life should be
brings hardly any thought
alex
Far off in the distance the group of people could hear a dull thud that built to a rumbling vibration and noise.
Everyone looked at each other.
Zoe’s eyes closed and a small smile came across her lips.
There was nothing for me there. It was all so… dull! So boring! I had to move on! But it seemed that everywhere I went, the dullness of my past clung to me like a dirty rag…
something plain and ordinary. boring and useless. someone that isnt exciting or interesting. a long story told by a bad story teller.
i don’t like my knives dull, i like them sharp. like when i stabbed matt in the neck with a dull knife, nothing HAPPENED last week and i got mad and stabbed more. but it was dull so NOTHING HAPPENED AGAIN. this is a true story, it is also a dull story because there was a dull knife
Dull, the knife was.
How I wished it had been sharp.
The pain lingers and lingers and lingers.
its hard knowing who you are in this world, and fitting in and finding that balance between being too obnoxious and being too dull and sometimes i think that im on the dull side but i dont really care, you know?
Not gonna lie, the first thing that popped into my head was “my life”. But after another second I realized this is far from true. My life is chaos, but I guess I’m not really complaining. Just tryin to make the best out of some potentially shitty situations. Dull? My ass.
Looking at the world with dull eyes, she could not believe she let herself fall out of that dratted tree. She knew how helpless she must look to predators in the forest. Lia picked herself up, dizzily leaning against the tree, the very tree that had caused her cloudy eyes.
you. are. dull.
boring is nothing compared to anything can that be done. no body likes being dull. you need a life. why are you such a lame person that no body wants to hang out with. grow some nuts and get on with your life. stop being such a dull person, grow up
The gray sky shone dully against the pavement. Rain pattered on my head, making my bad mood worse. People dressed just like me trudged on their way to school.
she fluttered lightly in the murky air but all he could focus on was the tips of her wingfeathers – the long broad ones at the very ends of her wings, and the tips where the fine fibers branched out from the slim frame. it was almost like the way she looked at him, when her eyelids were so near-closed that her eyelashes drew winglike impressions on those cheekbones.
I want to say that my life is dull; to have an explanation for my lack of interest in existence. I find that people who complain about life tend to seem more interesting. i want to be interesting.
i want my life to be anything and everything but dull. I want color, and vibrance and to live freely. I want the world to transform me and to find my own happiness.
knife, blade, life, ex girlfriend, dell reminds me of this word, this is a very dull word.
Today was dull, dull sky, dull clothes, dull people. It was of course monday so what do you excpect? The end
OMG
LASERS PEW PEW PEW
:P
lalalalalla
Dull is something that is unappetizing to the mind. Someone who is dull is not someone I’d like to talk to. Examples of such people: Dr. Phil, Ben Stein (actually, maybe), Nicholas Cage, and Tom Cruise.
Blunt or not sharp. I think of a wooden pencil. I hate wooden pencils because they get dull and my handwriting therefore gets sloppy. I love mechanical pencils because I can break off the end so it is always sharp and my handwriting is precise.
day without company, the end is nigh, can’t seem to find the reason to get up in the morning. What on earth is to be done. On earth as it is in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come.
very boring people that dont enjoy life. refer to weather e.g “a dull day”.
its a dull color,
faded, not sharp, boring, opposite of bright
It was dull. Dull, dull, dull, she echoed through her head as she sat against the hard brick that scraped her bare back. Her fancy dress was ruined, obviously, and its low back wasn’t doing her any favors now in the chill and rough texture of the wall behind her. Sigh. Fuck life.
it’s the colour i miss the most. i had never noticed the different reds, browns, oranges and yellows of the fall leaves. i had never bothered to marvel at the indigo skies in the middle of the night, nor the bright stars that scattered it like the freckles on your face. now there’s no colour at all, it’s like a black and white photograph; dull and still. i try to live like i had before, but there’s no present or future without you in it. i’m living in the past, slowly fading, like a black and white photograph in a forgotten album.
This group was pretty dull. She figured there’d be losers but not the entire group. She tried this meet-up thing to meet people but these were not her people.
Shining things, after much use, so become. The reflectivity, the insight offered, by a framed representation of all that which once existed only inside. And slowly, with use, all things become less reflective, less bright. And then they, and the life that they hold, go in turn with the once-shining steel of the old sword, sheathed.
Dull is my highlights that are fading. I put the tea in my hair to bring out the highlights. And they are so vibrant. I love when my hair can bring out my own natural highlights. That is the one way to go: natural beauty all the way!
you cannot measure anything with such a word. a matter of opinion perhaps. but to each their own. dull, is a dull word, lets leave it at that.
Dull? My life is sometimes dull, I hate it. I hate dull people, they’re so boring… and dull. I hate the loud annoying ones just the same. Dull colours, dull lighting, it all sucks. Why can’t everything be bright and happy?
some times my classes seem like this. un fun colours dark days. quiet afternoons. train rides home. train rides to my parents house. university life at times bad. just bad
the sound of my monday. woke up and it was foggy as opposed to sunny and bright. went to work knowing that I was going to have a lot to do today. nose to the grindstone but not a whole lot of production being turned out. shot two pumkin patches with my 60d and mapped them now trying to find a way to make a photo tour
again life has become dull without you. not that the nothingness is not familiar, it just made sense more when you were there. and now you’re gone.
Dull things pass by as I slip into deep sleep.
Beats dropping by like rain drops.
When you’re life is so dull, and things pass by in slow-mo
Don’t you step back and reflect on yourself through a window glass
Seeing the things you regret, not taking the chances you wanted to in the past?
Life is dull without some fun. But then again, the dullness makes life worthwhile every now and then. It gives us the chance to contemplate about some things.
not much simple black grey its not much its really boring its a word and its not very interesting no
Dull
Seagulls
flying in the wind
full of dry and cold
leaving ’till next year
Everything in the world that is nothing; the tasteless, colorless, lifeless objects and people that bring absolutely nothing new to the slate.
blah blah blah
dull is dull
like the dust on the fans
like the creaks in my kitchen
like the beat of a heart
dull dull dull
just blah blah blah
that’s it
just dull
push harder
harder
HARDER!!!
that knife is too dull
you should’ve sharpened it better before you started
now there’s no time for that
you need to finish the job and put that poor creature out of it’s misery
it’s an old lady word. When I hear dull I think of a victorian old maid or widow socialite, covered in lace and wondering why everyone in the room is just so bloody boring. She, on the other hand, is not dull, supposedly. In her mind, she is the one interesting thing in this life and must be forced to use the word dull in order to condemn her surroundings. Dull people never use the word dull, for fear of self recognition.
It is everything that I’m not.
the exact opposite of what life should be
brings hardly any thought
Far off in the distance the group of people could hear a dull thud that built to a rumbling vibration and noise.
Everyone looked at each other.
Zoe’s eyes closed and a small smile came across her lips.