too much to handle with him gone doesn’t make sense anymore. he can’t handle it no one knows how to handle him. everything seems a mess an not worth the time it takes to think about it. what’s real anymore. he thinks he knows. i don’t think i know. so who should be here and who really needs help. his parents can’t handle themselves and he’s trying to handle school, voices. doctors, friends he doesn’t think care about him. it’s too much. i miss him terrible. come back. best friends are always willing to handle each other. that’s why i’ll always be here. waiting.
z
She couldn’t get a handle on the situation as it swirled out of control. She felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Nothing was the same… nothing could ever be the same… Words failing her as she tried to explain herself.
Sally
I can handle this. I can handle anything. The best thing I can handle is handle bars. Oh, how I love the feeling of those cold, steely bars in my hands (of course, there are no pads on them… it’s an old bicycle.) Goodness gracious, that bicycle is the only thing between me and madness.
shebopshewanna
How do you know when you have a handle on things. Isn’t that an important question in some sense? Things are things–they are important. They don’t allow for not handling (the bastards).
Where can we live but days?
Jeff
i like to handle my money, not the bank, im starting to now trust banks at all. I dont know what the bank does with my money, if i handle it i know were and
sxm
door
Anonymous
handle
fu
It is hard to handle all the situations life throw upn me. I hve to handle my career, my studies, my love life. Oh, no, mty love life is almost non-existing…but still. It is hard to handle all my worries and problems. I want to be a child for a moment. Free from care. Just for a second.
Lelde
She was looking for something to make the wrong things go right, but there was nothing there.
She coldly watched the stone that was blocking the door to freedom. Then, enlightened, she smiled. She discovered how to handle the situation.
jennysweetie
it, handle everything. Both handed, reach for the world with both hands. Remember how to, and why learning to deal is so precious. Be you, be free
Luis
Tis what is on the door. It yonder upon my thoughts as to pull it, push it, or turn it around.
Mike Hawk
handle the word aright. Handle the bowl of soup so it won’t scald anyone. door handle to the enter the paradise everyone is seeking. handle the candle. Handling everything.
gone.
i don’t know if i can, if i ever will be able to, handle, handle this. Take it. It’s always something harder, and stronger, and faster, than you think you’ll be able to take, take it. But there must always somehow be a way, no? To take it, to handle it.
Erin
I can’t handle so much in my life and I pretend like I can. People don’t see what’s really going on inside of me, and for some reason, I don’t want them to. We’ve all felt like this before, and instead of joining together to help each other, we rise up against our fellow man…bickering till no end. Where has humanity gone. I can’t handle shit.
Mellissa Linton
I am currently handling responsible job. That way i handle my home and office together. There are many types of handlers.
What if you don’t have a handle to the door? Can you be able to open the door?
Handle has so many meanings
Pratik
many handles have many purposes, handle has many connotaions, do you have a handle on life? what does that handle consist of? so many people don’t have a handle… there are handles on guns, tvs, phones, bags
c0lored
this work is weird. it is handle. it has many meanings…how do i know if it “grab the handle cuz the cup is hot” or, “we need to handle this baby with care” or some other crazy weird american way we use the same word but meaning different things…its just crazy
cat
feel like flying off this!
Bobby Lightening
you say that I should get a grip
well isn’t that something of a trip?
you’re full of hypocritical sayings
and magical mind-flaying atrocities
that you dance around
Josh Miller
a handle of vodka. When life gives you too much to handle, then ask for help. a bowl with a handle is a cup and without the handle is just a bowl but the handle alone is useless. I can’t handle anything right now
Mary
ass yea ass and door that my friend found and shes my love and it was amazing but not really. shes not my love . i wish yes i do. i wonder what im talking about. what are you talking about? WHAT
anthony
Get a handle on things! Control yourself, take the bull by the horns and lead your own life! Walk away from the crowd, into the forest that is you. Sit down by the waterfall, drink, and eat of the berries that grow nearby. Get a handle on things! Be yourself!
Tkot
She grabbed the handle to the skillet, pulling it from the stove quickly, instantly burning her hand. She dropped the still broiling pan on her toe, crying out in pain. The brunette walked in from the bedroom.
“What are you doing?!”
“Making you breakfast in bed…”
“Why?”
“To say I’m sorry…”
haruka
It’s like candle except with a ‘h’.
Christian
Handle bars swerve and I’m down again. Someday I’ll learn to drive more carefully.
emily
I can’t handle my weight anymoreeee
Anonymous
The handle that people have things varies from place to place, time to time. Some handle a broom, some handle a crisis. I can drink to that, drink a handle. Please do not handle me wrongly. It’s hard to handle all this handle.
Handsy
“I can handle it”, she thougt.
“How difficult can it be? Just because he looks like an elephant doesn’t mean I am going to break my back carrying him around. Ah! who am I kidding? I am just a pretty pony. And he is a giant of a boy. God help me.”
Sowmeow
i just couldnt get it. my life, my problems, digging, further…further. no rungs, no ladder. no handle.
sophie
handle this hand
Anonymous
on life. somwthing i dont have. something i am desperatly searching for. i dont no how it is reached. maybe one day i will.
Boom
can you handle this? strong hands arond her waist and i think that you
Anonymous
i pressed down the handle. bracing myself to what was lurking beyond that black, dusty door, i mustered all my courage and stepped in. i didnt even realise i was holding my breath. and i saw. my sister’s corpse. a blood curling scream was all i did, i was too astounded, my mind was blank. what else could i do?
cady
whiskey is great when you’re at a party. Never try to finish a handle on your own though that’s just sad and pathetic. What are you some alki? Sitting at home finishing off a handle by your self is the quickest road to alcoholism.
Ketchup
YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
griffin.
So what’s with the “Handle” word? It never changes. Maybe they want us to get a handle on things…. or for us to create a handle for a basket… or for us to provide them with our online or radio handle.
Anonymous
My handle is Creative! What’s your handle?
Anonymous
handle. i can handle this. of course i can handle this. but do i really want to? i mean is it worth it. we only put handles on things that are worth picking up. if it has no handle, perhaps its not meant to be picked up
Anonymous
this shit is off the handle have you ever grabbed a corded phone and held it up to your ear just in time to feel the hellwaves scorning through the receiver, and you wish your spine was hooked up to your hatred of your ex-girlfriend just so you could drop it off the handle that extra half a second faster than you just did?
too much to handle with him gone doesn’t make sense anymore. he can’t handle it no one knows how to handle him. everything seems a mess an not worth the time it takes to think about it. what’s real anymore. he thinks he knows. i don’t think i know. so who should be here and who really needs help. his parents can’t handle themselves and he’s trying to handle school, voices. doctors, friends he doesn’t think care about him. it’s too much. i miss him terrible. come back. best friends are always willing to handle each other. that’s why i’ll always be here. waiting.
She couldn’t get a handle on the situation as it swirled out of control. She felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Nothing was the same… nothing could ever be the same… Words failing her as she tried to explain herself.
I can handle this. I can handle anything. The best thing I can handle is handle bars. Oh, how I love the feeling of those cold, steely bars in my hands (of course, there are no pads on them… it’s an old bicycle.) Goodness gracious, that bicycle is the only thing between me and madness.
How do you know when you have a handle on things. Isn’t that an important question in some sense? Things are things–they are important. They don’t allow for not handling (the bastards).
Where can we live but days?
i like to handle my money, not the bank, im starting to now trust banks at all. I dont know what the bank does with my money, if i handle it i know were and
door
handle
It is hard to handle all the situations life throw upn me. I hve to handle my career, my studies, my love life. Oh, no, mty love life is almost non-existing…but still. It is hard to handle all my worries and problems. I want to be a child for a moment. Free from care. Just for a second.
She was looking for something to make the wrong things go right, but there was nothing there.
She coldly watched the stone that was blocking the door to freedom. Then, enlightened, she smiled. She discovered how to handle the situation.
it, handle everything. Both handed, reach for the world with both hands. Remember how to, and why learning to deal is so precious. Be you, be free
Tis what is on the door. It yonder upon my thoughts as to pull it, push it, or turn it around.
handle the word aright. Handle the bowl of soup so it won’t scald anyone. door handle to the enter the paradise everyone is seeking. handle the candle. Handling everything.
i don’t know if i can, if i ever will be able to, handle, handle this. Take it. It’s always something harder, and stronger, and faster, than you think you’ll be able to take, take it. But there must always somehow be a way, no? To take it, to handle it.
I can’t handle so much in my life and I pretend like I can. People don’t see what’s really going on inside of me, and for some reason, I don’t want them to. We’ve all felt like this before, and instead of joining together to help each other, we rise up against our fellow man…bickering till no end. Where has humanity gone. I can’t handle shit.
I am currently handling responsible job. That way i handle my home and office together. There are many types of handlers.
What if you don’t have a handle to the door? Can you be able to open the door?
Handle has so many meanings
many handles have many purposes, handle has many connotaions, do you have a handle on life? what does that handle consist of? so many people don’t have a handle… there are handles on guns, tvs, phones, bags
this work is weird. it is handle. it has many meanings…how do i know if it “grab the handle cuz the cup is hot” or, “we need to handle this baby with care” or some other crazy weird american way we use the same word but meaning different things…its just crazy
feel like flying off this!
you say that I should get a grip
well isn’t that something of a trip?
you’re full of hypocritical sayings
and magical mind-flaying atrocities
that you dance around
a handle of vodka. When life gives you too much to handle, then ask for help. a bowl with a handle is a cup and without the handle is just a bowl but the handle alone is useless. I can’t handle anything right now
ass yea ass and door that my friend found and shes my love and it was amazing but not really. shes not my love . i wish yes i do. i wonder what im talking about. what are you talking about? WHAT
Get a handle on things! Control yourself, take the bull by the horns and lead your own life! Walk away from the crowd, into the forest that is you. Sit down by the waterfall, drink, and eat of the berries that grow nearby. Get a handle on things! Be yourself!
She grabbed the handle to the skillet, pulling it from the stove quickly, instantly burning her hand. She dropped the still broiling pan on her toe, crying out in pain. The brunette walked in from the bedroom.
“What are you doing?!”
“Making you breakfast in bed…”
“Why?”
“To say I’m sorry…”
It’s like candle except with a ‘h’.
Handle bars swerve and I’m down again. Someday I’ll learn to drive more carefully.
I can’t handle my weight anymoreeee
The handle that people have things varies from place to place, time to time. Some handle a broom, some handle a crisis. I can drink to that, drink a handle. Please do not handle me wrongly. It’s hard to handle all this handle.
“I can handle it”, she thougt.
“How difficult can it be? Just because he looks like an elephant doesn’t mean I am going to break my back carrying him around. Ah! who am I kidding? I am just a pretty pony. And he is a giant of a boy. God help me.”
i just couldnt get it. my life, my problems, digging, further…further. no rungs, no ladder. no handle.
handle this hand
on life. somwthing i dont have. something i am desperatly searching for. i dont no how it is reached. maybe one day i will.
can you handle this? strong hands arond her waist and i think that you
i pressed down the handle. bracing myself to what was lurking beyond that black, dusty door, i mustered all my courage and stepped in. i didnt even realise i was holding my breath. and i saw. my sister’s corpse. a blood curling scream was all i did, i was too astounded, my mind was blank. what else could i do?
whiskey is great when you’re at a party. Never try to finish a handle on your own though that’s just sad and pathetic. What are you some alki? Sitting at home finishing off a handle by your self is the quickest road to alcoholism.
YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
So what’s with the “Handle” word? It never changes. Maybe they want us to get a handle on things…. or for us to create a handle for a basket… or for us to provide them with our online or radio handle.
My handle is Creative! What’s your handle?
handle. i can handle this. of course i can handle this. but do i really want to? i mean is it worth it. we only put handles on things that are worth picking up. if it has no handle, perhaps its not meant to be picked up
this shit is off the handle have you ever grabbed a corded phone and held it up to your ear just in time to feel the hellwaves scorning through the receiver, and you wish your spine was hooked up to your hatred of your ex-girlfriend just so you could drop it off the handle that extra half a second faster than you just did?
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