I try not to dwell on the past, because watching those memories play over and over in my mind only hurts. It makes me sad to know that it was all so good then, but now I’m stuck with no exit. but I know that when this all passes, I won’t dwell on it.
alandraLiving and running through your mind certain events or circumstances that are maybe less than favorable. Something we all to often do. We dwell because we have the tendency to look back on things wishing we could of said this or done that differently. We dwell because we get comfortable with misery, we dont know how to move on and let things go sometimes.
alandra
I dwell in my dreams. They tower in my mind, reaching through the heavens into the mysterious blankness of the dark. My dwellings are shapeshifters and segue from one dream in a split of a second into another.
Betty Barker
Sometimes I like to dwell on things that suddenly become important to me. Like chickens and rabbits and maybe raising a goat.
I won’t dwell on it, I’m sure, but it was unsettling to see the frog sitting on the side of the road with his thumb stuck out to hitchhike. I didn’t know they even had thumbs, and he was as big as a man. I suppose the cigarette in his other hand, and the zipper on his back should have made me realize what he was. But it was still unsettling.
Kathleen Gabriel
“It does no good to dwell on dreams.”
But I am forever living in dreams, in an eternal maze that’s spiraling downwards.
dwelling; dwelling and dwelling and dwelling until it is an unforgivable loop inside your mind on a train track destined for no destination, in fact. it is a swirling hole in which you find yourself in, repeatedly with no end.
jill
I hate to dwell in the past, but it comes up on occasion. I don’t linger long though, I quick look and I move on…
Don’t dwell on what’s past, babe
You cried
I held you
I fixed it (I think)
But, nevertheless. Over.
It’s over.
That you is gone.
And you are you here. Now.
And I am me.
And we are both new.
New.
How beautiful is that?
As beautiful as you? As us? As the sunrise?
Don’t dwell.
The word itself is ugly.
Why waste your time with ugly,
When you have the choice of such beauty?
Kate
I think
and I wonder
I can’t stop
I just do it
and I’m stuck there
for too long
it’s too strong
and I’m lost
in that time
the place
that memory
of us
of then
Frances Nightengale
Christine was always dwelling on something. Whether it was how the next day would go, how her friends would react to something she said, or when she would do or overcome something, she would always dwell. And of course, after all that dwelling, something bad would have to come along….
Rhishea
I dwell in the hosue of the lord. for he is my savior and my only begoten son. there shall be no more tears. there shall be no hesitation. no thoguht. for the su has risen and set on the backs of dyingmen with not mind. body and spirit guide my children into the depths of hell, where they never knew what life was worth living for. let them come forth with fist held high. let them cut down their sacrifices and beat their names into the flesh of this earth. let them no fear and laothing at their brothers hsands. let my word be heard in only the ears of my own. try. try. fly. die. i know nothing but the blank abyse of my soul. which, like no other’s, like veryone elses. is in ruin. beautiful beatiful ruin. let the skys cry with the glory of me. of each of us. we take and destory. the fields grow full of grapes of wrath. they know the secrets. eat from their necot and be filled with too much. let yourself know that this is the end of nothing, and the begining of something else.
Gina
I am currently dwelling on the fact that I was held by a beautiful man that wants nothing but to please me and I won’t let him because I am scared that he is going to hurt me.
Avonnie
pain suffering pondering upon what it going to happen next worry assumption that something bad is going to happen disappointment
Lexi
you can dwell on so many things. dwell on the past, dwell one the memories, dwell on him. but remember. DWELL ON THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE. dwell on the happiness.
Hannah
Dwell isn’t necessarily where you physically are. It’s where your soul is. You can dwell in a happy place or a sad place, you need only to choose. I choose to dwell in the places that you are. So they are happy, very very happy. I’d like to dwell with you forever.
Hannah
I dwell in a holy place – a lush garden of delight.
I dwell within the depths of my own liquid blue eyes…
I dwell between this realm of darkness and that of light –
I dwell amidst the in breath, and the long empty sighs.
the creature dwelled in the cave, it was a grotesque monster of unimagionable proportions. the man paled in comparison of the cave dwelling monster, the creature suddenly lashed out, swiping at the armored man and knocking him to his feed.
Joe
Fuck this. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t live in this cramped space with you near me. I have to go and be someplace else – I have to leave and go abroad. You have made my time here cramped and you suffocate me with your words and your looks. You know you are the reason I am leaving. Do not make this any harder on us… I will no longer dwell on you.
K
Where you live. You can dwell in anything from a cave, to a shack, to even the most beautiful mansion you’ve ever imagined. You can have any dwelling imaginable. But that doesn’t make it home. It takes love and patience and a whole lot of THAT to make it a home. A whole lot of what ever that special thing is. Because without that special thing, you are simply existing and not fully living. Which is a damn shame if you ask me. A damn shame.
Shelby
reminiscing sticking around making things come back when you don’t want the, there. rhymes with smell, swell shell hell.
Kendall
he dwelt in the cave for longer than eternity. longer than forever. longer than never. lol sooooooooooo cheeeeeeessssseeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. :P:P:P:P:P
He stood holding a single yellow sock. She was gone and he could move. A single yellow sock, the last memory he would have of her. He crumpled the scrap of fabric and crammed it into his pocket.
He stood staring at a single yellow sock. She was gone, and he couldn’t move. A single sock, the last memory he’d have of her.
Alicia
lingering, remaining too long in one place. thinking too long on a subject. living in the past. as in, I dwell entirely too much on many situations and events in my life. especially if they have an impact on my self esteem or take a hit at my ego. hmm, interesting.
Chelsea
don’t dwell on the past. learn from mistakes but do not well on them.
Steph
to sit in one situation and wait for as long as possibly can. you wait and wait. youre not sure if anything will come. something might. but nothing could also happen. thats what youre decision is. just wait?
Megan
dwell… on the past.. the future.. the present. we all dwell.. time passes by and we dwell.. we think. about our fears. about what we love. what we’re scared to lose. what if we dwell on what makes us happy ? what changes our lives.. what makes a difference. what if we dwell on love. on happiness.
to fight with one another, to travel in those places, to seek the challenge for success, to fight over the obstacles you might encounter.
Eugene
I dwell on life. I don’t really live here, though. But I still dwell here. And on the past. There’s so much to regret and I think about it all the time. It’s crazy. To dwell.
Morgan
You really shouldn’t dwell on the past. It’s nothing you can change and it’s only hurting you. Just let go and live in the moment you will be much happier. I wish I could take my own advice but it really is a difficult thing to do. I’m working on it though.
Bryanna
people dwell on the past so much, its like that cant let go that just dwell on it.
i dont know what else to say about the word dwell hahaha
Laurenkateee
To think about a certain past event for a long period of time. Not letting it go.
Ed
i dwell more on the future than i do anything. it haunts me. the future that is. dwelling on the past only happens when i am upset or want to change something. the future is whats really fearful.
Bella
i am dwelling my sorrows. like a bottom dweller in the ocean, one that eats the worst things. the lowest things known to man kind. Just living with the worst things and knowing i can do better yet i refuse to for some odd reason. i wonder why this happens.
Kat
Dwell. Well I don’t really know anything about this word but my mom uses it sometimes and I’ve used it a couple of times. Hm. I don’t really know what else to say about it except that it’s purple. and there’s a bar down there distracting me from writing anything.
Sierra
Don’t dwell on the past. Focus on the future. Don’t think about all the things you wish you could change, think about all the potential things you will do next. Learn from your past but don’t dwell. You’re future is before you, not behind.
Mel
I didn’t have time to dwell upon my last good memories before the outbreak. All I could think about was running from floor to floor, changing out towels and rushing with water to quench the thirst of the ill, grabbing syringes and doing my best to keep the dying alive. No point thinking back to happier times. Not now when people were in need of my help.
I try not to dwell on the past, because watching those memories play over and over in my mind only hurts. It makes me sad to know that it was all so good then, but now I’m stuck with no exit. but I know that when this all passes, I won’t dwell on it.
shame
alandraLiving and running through your mind certain events or circumstances that are maybe less than favorable. Something we all to often do. We dwell because we have the tendency to look back on things wishing we could of said this or done that differently. We dwell because we get comfortable with misery, we dont know how to move on and let things go sometimes.
I dwell in my dreams. They tower in my mind, reaching through the heavens into the mysterious blankness of the dark. My dwellings are shapeshifters and segue from one dream in a split of a second into another.
Sometimes I like to dwell on things that suddenly become important to me. Like chickens and rabbits and maybe raising a goat.
I won’t dwell on it, I’m sure, but it was unsettling to see the frog sitting on the side of the road with his thumb stuck out to hitchhike. I didn’t know they even had thumbs, and he was as big as a man. I suppose the cigarette in his other hand, and the zipper on his back should have made me realize what he was. But it was still unsettling.
“It does no good to dwell on dreams.”
But I am forever living in dreams, in an eternal maze that’s spiraling downwards.
dwelling; dwelling and dwelling and dwelling until it is an unforgivable loop inside your mind on a train track destined for no destination, in fact. it is a swirling hole in which you find yourself in, repeatedly with no end.
I hate to dwell in the past, but it comes up on occasion. I don’t linger long though, I quick look and I move on…
Don’t dwell on what’s past, babe
You cried
I held you
I fixed it (I think)
But, nevertheless. Over.
It’s over.
That you is gone.
And you are you here. Now.
And I am me.
And we are both new.
New.
How beautiful is that?
As beautiful as you? As us? As the sunrise?
Don’t dwell.
The word itself is ugly.
Why waste your time with ugly,
When you have the choice of such beauty?
I think
and I wonder
I can’t stop
I just do it
and I’m stuck there
for too long
it’s too strong
and I’m lost
in that time
the place
that memory
of us
of then
Christine was always dwelling on something. Whether it was how the next day would go, how her friends would react to something she said, or when she would do or overcome something, she would always dwell. And of course, after all that dwelling, something bad would have to come along….
I dwell in the hosue of the lord. for he is my savior and my only begoten son. there shall be no more tears. there shall be no hesitation. no thoguht. for the su has risen and set on the backs of dyingmen with not mind. body and spirit guide my children into the depths of hell, where they never knew what life was worth living for. let them come forth with fist held high. let them cut down their sacrifices and beat their names into the flesh of this earth. let them no fear and laothing at their brothers hsands. let my word be heard in only the ears of my own. try. try. fly. die. i know nothing but the blank abyse of my soul. which, like no other’s, like veryone elses. is in ruin. beautiful beatiful ruin. let the skys cry with the glory of me. of each of us. we take and destory. the fields grow full of grapes of wrath. they know the secrets. eat from their necot and be filled with too much. let yourself know that this is the end of nothing, and the begining of something else.
I am currently dwelling on the fact that I was held by a beautiful man that wants nothing but to please me and I won’t let him because I am scared that he is going to hurt me.
pain suffering pondering upon what it going to happen next worry assumption that something bad is going to happen disappointment
you can dwell on so many things. dwell on the past, dwell one the memories, dwell on him. but remember. DWELL ON THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE. dwell on the happiness.
Dwell isn’t necessarily where you physically are. It’s where your soul is. You can dwell in a happy place or a sad place, you need only to choose. I choose to dwell in the places that you are. So they are happy, very very happy. I’d like to dwell with you forever.
I dwell in a holy place – a lush garden of delight.
I dwell within the depths of my own liquid blue eyes…
I dwell between this realm of darkness and that of light –
I dwell amidst the in breath, and the long empty sighs.
To dwell in hell would be quite swell or so the Devil would have me tell, but I must admit, it’s hot as shit, and the festive decor doesn’t quite fit.
the creature dwelled in the cave, it was a grotesque monster of unimagionable proportions. the man paled in comparison of the cave dwelling monster, the creature suddenly lashed out, swiping at the armored man and knocking him to his feed.
Fuck this. I can’t be here anymore. I can’t live in this cramped space with you near me. I have to go and be someplace else – I have to leave and go abroad. You have made my time here cramped and you suffocate me with your words and your looks. You know you are the reason I am leaving. Do not make this any harder on us… I will no longer dwell on you.
Where you live. You can dwell in anything from a cave, to a shack, to even the most beautiful mansion you’ve ever imagined. You can have any dwelling imaginable. But that doesn’t make it home. It takes love and patience and a whole lot of THAT to make it a home. A whole lot of what ever that special thing is. Because without that special thing, you are simply existing and not fully living. Which is a damn shame if you ask me. A damn shame.
reminiscing sticking around making things come back when you don’t want the, there. rhymes with smell, swell shell hell.
he dwelt in the cave for longer than eternity. longer than forever. longer than never. lol sooooooooooo cheeeeeeessssseeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. :P:P:P:P:P
:D:D:D:D:D
:):):):):):):)
DDDDDDDDDWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL
He stood holding a single yellow sock. She was gone and he could move. A single yellow sock, the last memory he would have of her. He crumpled the scrap of fabric and crammed it into his pocket.
He stood staring at a single yellow sock. She was gone, and he couldn’t move. A single sock, the last memory he’d have of her.
lingering, remaining too long in one place. thinking too long on a subject. living in the past. as in, I dwell entirely too much on many situations and events in my life. especially if they have an impact on my self esteem or take a hit at my ego. hmm, interesting.
don’t dwell on the past. learn from mistakes but do not well on them.
to sit in one situation and wait for as long as possibly can. you wait and wait. youre not sure if anything will come. something might. but nothing could also happen. thats what youre decision is. just wait?
dwell… on the past.. the future.. the present. we all dwell.. time passes by and we dwell.. we think. about our fears. about what we love. what we’re scared to lose. what if we dwell on what makes us happy ? what changes our lives.. what makes a difference. what if we dwell on love. on happiness.
to fight with one another, to travel in those places, to seek the challenge for success, to fight over the obstacles you might encounter.
I dwell on life. I don’t really live here, though. But I still dwell here. And on the past. There’s so much to regret and I think about it all the time. It’s crazy. To dwell.
You really shouldn’t dwell on the past. It’s nothing you can change and it’s only hurting you. Just let go and live in the moment you will be much happier. I wish I could take my own advice but it really is a difficult thing to do. I’m working on it though.
people dwell on the past so much, its like that cant let go that just dwell on it.
i dont know what else to say about the word dwell hahaha
To think about a certain past event for a long period of time. Not letting it go.
i dwell more on the future than i do anything. it haunts me. the future that is. dwelling on the past only happens when i am upset or want to change something. the future is whats really fearful.
i am dwelling my sorrows. like a bottom dweller in the ocean, one that eats the worst things. the lowest things known to man kind. Just living with the worst things and knowing i can do better yet i refuse to for some odd reason. i wonder why this happens.
Dwell. Well I don’t really know anything about this word but my mom uses it sometimes and I’ve used it a couple of times. Hm. I don’t really know what else to say about it except that it’s purple. and there’s a bar down there distracting me from writing anything.
Don’t dwell on the past. Focus on the future. Don’t think about all the things you wish you could change, think about all the potential things you will do next. Learn from your past but don’t dwell. You’re future is before you, not behind.
I didn’t have time to dwell upon my last good memories before the outbreak. All I could think about was running from floor to floor, changing out towels and rushing with water to quench the thirst of the ill, grabbing syringes and doing my best to keep the dying alive. No point thinking back to happier times. Not now when people were in need of my help.