Its a person, someone whos talking to and about there own person. Himself is description of someone in the 3rd person talking about a male subject. For example, He, by himself robbed more than one bank on one occaa
Terence Accapella
He was tall and handsome. And he knew it. He was so infatuated with himself, he spent over an hour daily primping his already nice clothes to meet his high standards and match his handsomeness.
Kelly
beautiful
special
cute
unique
far
love
butterflies
intelligent
funny
A new low. I thought of the boy who had to raise himself, had to love himself, had to deal all by himself because mommy left. And he didn’t know what mommy knew, just that it was just him. and when she came back, there were walls. there were doors slightly ajar, but she just didn’t have the strength to push them open. and when they closed, she only blamed herself. but it was never about her. always about him.
himself. Thatfs all he ever really thought about. How he would better his position, how he would get himself a woman. He never did care about anyone else, and thats why he a made a pact. A pact with the only other person who would listen to him. A demon named Armali. Armali granted him all that his heart heart desired; a woman that loved him, wealth, and a grand estate. At the low price of just his soul.
JD Homan
he is a bird within a tree flying with place in time and maple leaves are falling out of his surgically-removed tonsils from four years ago, such a big deal. Balls of steel are moving forward, but he is in a tree, and he is okay. He will let go when the time comes, and no sooner.
young
He thinks to himself.
It is the being, it is the absence of thought, it is the presence of thought.
It is everything that he knows and will ever come to experience.
It is all through himself, and that is all he will ever see.
Ally
He never saw himself the way that others did. He imagined himself a much more positive and upbeat person than he ever allowed others to see. The never ending chatter of others was destructive enough to ruin his longing to show others his true self.
he talks to himself all the time. he talks to me all the time. the content is totally different. he knows himself, what’s happening where it really counts. he tells me only what’s happening where it doesn’t count so much. i’m glad he knows himself, i just wish he would be less scared about sharing it with me, too. it’s a safe place.
He looked in the mirror, and the reflection of himself was so shocking, so revolting, that he felt sick. A black eye, a broken nose, and a damaged spirit. How could someone beat him up for his beliefs? He did nothing but express his opinion that gay people should get married.. Why did he deserve to be punched?
Maya Celeste
he is a bird within a tree flying with place in time and maple leaves are falling out of his surgically-removed tonsils from four years ago, such a big deal. Balls of steel are moving forward, but he is in a tree, and he is okay. He will let go when the time comes, and no sooner.
Emma
He was himself only when he was with her. She brought out the best in him and made him who he was. For that reason, when she left, he was hopelessly empty. He had no feelings, no nothing, and without her he couldn’t go on. At least not as himself, but maybe as someone new.
Abby
The one and only time he liked himself was when he was soaring above everyone else. Literally. He could see thousands of people and feel separated enough from the human race to realize that his faults were not bad things, but the rest of the society had made it seem that way.
Amelia Millar
Alone, that’s all I am. That’s all I’d like to be.
Kenny
I always seem to find the guy who lives his life for himself, and himself only.
He whispered to himself everything
He didn’t dare to say to her
Like, “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect.
I promise to never let you go.”
He whispered to himself everything
She desperately needed to hear
Like, “I love you, I need you.
I want you more than anything.
He whispered to himself everything
That she wished he would say, but didn’t.
And with that, she slowly moved on
And he stayed waiting for her to come around
I think he values only himself. There is no real reason he would call or text me back after so long. I don’t know what he means by “You have won.” Won what. Nightmares. Heartbreak. An unstable mentality? Well thanks. But I don’t want that kind of trophy, especially from him.
He, Himself is a beautiful person he has brown thick hair i can run my hands through. His kisses are soft and meaning full every time. when he holds me in his arms he keeps me safe.
Addie
ego lonely alone personality rude brave him boy man male
julki
He was never himself. He was always acting like someone else. He didn’t like himself, so he wasn’t. If i were him I’d want to be myself. But he doesnt like himself. He wants to be someone otherthan himself. But, I never know why. The things he does are different, and strange. It is like he is living in someone elses body. With jerky motions. Sometimes he doesnt know what he even really looks like anymore. His hair is now bright red and he doenst look like himself. He needs to be himself again, He pulls her along, She is always by his side. She is someone else now too, not herself. She want to be like him. But who is he now. I dont think she even knows.
Aubrey
acne
mertapada
he thought to himself, hey, why dont I put on this hat? i bet it would look really great on me. usher got ht evoice that make yo booty go. turn it back hey! turn it back Hey! and cut.fd
eugenia
Himself. That’s what he only thinks of. Himself. He’s just so selfish! I don’t see why he can’t just listen! But he only thinks of one thing – himself.
Moustache
He thinks he knows himself. But does he really? What does he think all day….but of himself. Even when he thinks he’s thinking of others, it always comes back to him. Selfish? No. Just human. So no need to judge him for what he does or for what he is.
Jackie
He needs to get over himself. He thinks that he is just too fabulous for words. He doesn’t realize that most people disdain his approach to living so selfishly. He would be amazed to know that while he thinks the world of himself, but
his erstwhile friends think he is a jerk.
Carol Bailey Floyd
He had an idea. He, Himself, and I, would begin a new concept. Something so marvellous no one had ever thought of before. It would be new and exiting!
He thought of himself as a kind of honest, diligent man. Someone who always wanted to do the right thing and make people happy. So when he decided to be a counselor and study abroad in England, it didn’t surprise anyone.
Sydney
He was completely alone, with nobody but himself. Alone, but in the best possible way. He sat there, by the river, collecting his thoughts. Completely at peace with himself and the world.
So he sits on the corner of his bed and asks himself what he is doing, where he wants to go, and most importantly of all, who he actually is. And he isn’t at all surprised when he can’t find and answer in himself for a single question.
Time to wake up to myself. He will just carry on being himself and that doesn’t even include a memory of me. Unless I am standing right in front of him he wouldn’t think of me, and even then I am less irritation to him than a misquito, that at least he will make an effort to that brush off. I feel he is just polite to save trouble before he moves on.
He raps to hear himself. He spits rhymes to say his thoughts. He voices everything he sees and thinks. Can’t you believe with a flick of his tongue he controls the room. All of them wanna see what he can do. They think he raps for them, but he raps for himself.
Emily Ramser
herself
his life
her life him he she we
he thought he could
self
ourselves
he never
said
himself
natalie pagan
Alone by a fire, under the third full moon, he was only now learning what it was that was haunting him. There wasn’t much left, there wasn’t much of anything, only an abundance of mystery. Even he himself, knew nothing of what was to come in the night from a single falling star.
Samara Edwards
He looked at himself at the mirror : navy tuxedo, a cream tie. He thought about her, in some long gown that would accentuate her features, her beauty. He thought, of how they will dancwunder the moonlight and talk about sweet nothings.
“If being himself is being equivalent to the spawn of Satan, then I am not interested in spending three hours with him while they’re at a movie.”
“Become, Joey. Don’t be a ham.”
“I’ll be more than a ham if I have to babysit the demon!”
“Dude.” He punches me in the shoulder. “Pipe down. What would they say if they overheard you?”
They are indeed standing over there, waiting for my decision.
Belinda Roddie
He is a masterpiece, simply himself alone. He haunts my mind, and my soul. If only he saw in himself what I could see, he would be happy. I wish I could reverse time and tell him all I should have said
Look at him, staring at himself in the frozen-over pond. If he got any colder he could stare at a ripe tomato- like the ones in the garden during that summer that seems so far away.
Its a person, someone whos talking to and about there own person. Himself is description of someone in the 3rd person talking about a male subject. For example, He, by himself robbed more than one bank on one occaa
He was tall and handsome. And he knew it. He was so infatuated with himself, he spent over an hour daily primping his already nice clothes to meet his high standards and match his handsomeness.
beautiful
special
cute
unique
far
love
butterflies
intelligent
funny
Sucha jerk. That’s all he ever is.
A new low. I thought of the boy who had to raise himself, had to love himself, had to deal all by himself because mommy left. And he didn’t know what mommy knew, just that it was just him. and when she came back, there were walls. there were doors slightly ajar, but she just didn’t have the strength to push them open. and when they closed, she only blamed herself. but it was never about her. always about him.
himself. Thatfs all he ever really thought about. How he would better his position, how he would get himself a woman. He never did care about anyone else, and thats why he a made a pact. A pact with the only other person who would listen to him. A demon named Armali. Armali granted him all that his heart heart desired; a woman that loved him, wealth, and a grand estate. At the low price of just his soul.
he is a bird within a tree flying with place in time and maple leaves are falling out of his surgically-removed tonsils from four years ago, such a big deal. Balls of steel are moving forward, but he is in a tree, and he is okay. He will let go when the time comes, and no sooner.
He thinks to himself.
It is the being, it is the absence of thought, it is the presence of thought.
It is everything that he knows and will ever come to experience.
It is all through himself, and that is all he will ever see.
He never saw himself the way that others did. He imagined himself a much more positive and upbeat person than he ever allowed others to see. The never ending chatter of others was destructive enough to ruin his longing to show others his true self.
he talks to himself all the time. he talks to me all the time. the content is totally different. he knows himself, what’s happening where it really counts. he tells me only what’s happening where it doesn’t count so much. i’m glad he knows himself, i just wish he would be less scared about sharing it with me, too. it’s a safe place.
He looked in the mirror, and the reflection of himself was so shocking, so revolting, that he felt sick. A black eye, a broken nose, and a damaged spirit. How could someone beat him up for his beliefs? He did nothing but express his opinion that gay people should get married.. Why did he deserve to be punched?
he is a bird within a tree flying with place in time and maple leaves are falling out of his surgically-removed tonsils from four years ago, such a big deal. Balls of steel are moving forward, but he is in a tree, and he is okay. He will let go when the time comes, and no sooner.
He was himself only when he was with her. She brought out the best in him and made him who he was. For that reason, when she left, he was hopelessly empty. He had no feelings, no nothing, and without her he couldn’t go on. At least not as himself, but maybe as someone new.
The one and only time he liked himself was when he was soaring above everyone else. Literally. He could see thousands of people and feel separated enough from the human race to realize that his faults were not bad things, but the rest of the society had made it seem that way.
Alone, that’s all I am. That’s all I’d like to be.
I always seem to find the guy who lives his life for himself, and himself only.
He whispered to himself everything
He didn’t dare to say to her
Like, “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect.
I promise to never let you go.”
He whispered to himself everything
She desperately needed to hear
Like, “I love you, I need you.
I want you more than anything.
He whispered to himself everything
That she wished he would say, but didn’t.
And with that, she slowly moved on
And he stayed waiting for her to come around
Because of what he kept to himself.
I think he values only himself. There is no real reason he would call or text me back after so long. I don’t know what he means by “You have won.” Won what. Nightmares. Heartbreak. An unstable mentality? Well thanks. But I don’t want that kind of trophy, especially from him.
He, Himself is a beautiful person he has brown thick hair i can run my hands through. His kisses are soft and meaning full every time. when he holds me in his arms he keeps me safe.
ego lonely alone personality rude brave him boy man male
He was never himself. He was always acting like someone else. He didn’t like himself, so he wasn’t. If i were him I’d want to be myself. But he doesnt like himself. He wants to be someone otherthan himself. But, I never know why. The things he does are different, and strange. It is like he is living in someone elses body. With jerky motions. Sometimes he doesnt know what he even really looks like anymore. His hair is now bright red and he doenst look like himself. He needs to be himself again, He pulls her along, She is always by his side. She is someone else now too, not herself. She want to be like him. But who is he now. I dont think she even knows.
acne
he thought to himself, hey, why dont I put on this hat? i bet it would look really great on me. usher got ht evoice that make yo booty go. turn it back hey! turn it back Hey! and cut.fd
Himself. That’s what he only thinks of. Himself. He’s just so selfish! I don’t see why he can’t just listen! But he only thinks of one thing – himself.
He thinks he knows himself. But does he really? What does he think all day….but of himself. Even when he thinks he’s thinking of others, it always comes back to him. Selfish? No. Just human. So no need to judge him for what he does or for what he is.
He needs to get over himself. He thinks that he is just too fabulous for words. He doesn’t realize that most people disdain his approach to living so selfishly. He would be amazed to know that while he thinks the world of himself, but
his erstwhile friends think he is a jerk.
He had an idea. He, Himself, and I, would begin a new concept. Something so marvellous no one had ever thought of before. It would be new and exiting!
He thought of himself as a kind of honest, diligent man. Someone who always wanted to do the right thing and make people happy. So when he decided to be a counselor and study abroad in England, it didn’t surprise anyone.
He was completely alone, with nobody but himself. Alone, but in the best possible way. He sat there, by the river, collecting his thoughts. Completely at peace with himself and the world.
So he sits on the corner of his bed and asks himself what he is doing, where he wants to go, and most importantly of all, who he actually is. And he isn’t at all surprised when he can’t find and answer in himself for a single question.
Time to wake up to myself. He will just carry on being himself and that doesn’t even include a memory of me. Unless I am standing right in front of him he wouldn’t think of me, and even then I am less irritation to him than a misquito, that at least he will make an effort to that brush off. I feel he is just polite to save trouble before he moves on.
He raps to hear himself. He spits rhymes to say his thoughts. He voices everything he sees and thinks. Can’t you believe with a flick of his tongue he controls the room. All of them wanna see what he can do. They think he raps for them, but he raps for himself.
herself
his life
her life him he she we
he thought he could
self
ourselves
he never
said
himself
Alone by a fire, under the third full moon, he was only now learning what it was that was haunting him. There wasn’t much left, there wasn’t much of anything, only an abundance of mystery. Even he himself, knew nothing of what was to come in the night from a single falling star.
He looked at himself at the mirror : navy tuxedo, a cream tie. He thought about her, in some long gown that would accentuate her features, her beauty. He thought, of how they will dancwunder the moonlight and talk about sweet nothings.
“He was just being himself.”
“If being himself is being equivalent to the spawn of Satan, then I am not interested in spending three hours with him while they’re at a movie.”
“Become, Joey. Don’t be a ham.”
“I’ll be more than a ham if I have to babysit the demon!”
“Dude.” He punches me in the shoulder. “Pipe down. What would they say if they overheard you?”
They are indeed standing over there, waiting for my decision.
He is a masterpiece, simply himself alone. He haunts my mind, and my soul. If only he saw in himself what I could see, he would be happy. I wish I could reverse time and tell him all I should have said
all he ever thought about was
himself
Look at him, staring at himself in the frozen-over pond. If he got any colder he could stare at a ripe tomato- like the ones in the garden during that summer that seems so far away.
Across my street
I never knew he existed until that night
After which I became so self conscious of my bedroom light
Does he think about me too?
Wonder the things we can do
I don’t want to get to know him better
Because if I will my perception of you will shatter