The lack of any kind of slack in this rope I’ve tied around my neck, it’s driving me crazy…
I put myself here and I’ll accept that without tears or fear…
Lee
I am lacking. That is what first comes to my mind. I have a hard time giving myself a hard time and I know it. This seems to be stopping me from liking my life to the fullest, but I am afraid that if I do not give myself a hard time, I will never be truly happy.
Anonymous
There seems to be…correction. There is a lack of empathy. That is, having any sense of understanding of the well being of others. A genuine lack for humanity. A deficit. It’s frustrating. Heartbreaking. We lack food water shelter and empathy…
The lack of criticism – and, moreover, the lack of willingness to invest in me by criticizing – left me feeling frustrated, insufficient when measured against an unknown gauge, curled in my own lacunas.
florencefarfaletti
the only things ive ever been afraid of losing are things i’ve always lacked.
Samuel
we are not defined by what we lack. we are defined by what we do with what we have. today we struggle. maybe tomorrow we strive.
I have nothing, I an lack now.But sometimes you don’t need to have everything, lack is not bad, enjoy it.
Jerry Chen
Sometimes it seems like our cat lacks to understand that balloons will not kill you. He is not very bright but, we still love him. Also, he likes my brother’s bed.
Kaelyn Smith
Today in our country there is lack of compassion and understanding for one another. This leads to greater division and because we fail to understand each other, many stereotypes of individuals are quite often wrong.
Cathy Jo Sims
Certainly today there is lack of empathy starting from the very top, our president. I believe this sets a terrible example for our young people as well as the country.
Cathy Jo Sims
I lack the experience of others to be taking on a job so big. after all, I only got out of collage yesterday. The living were in awe of the dead, our power was strong, but i never thought I’d be and ambassador.
Ashley Hulbert
I am tired
Lack of friendships
sustained friendships
lack of self expression
lack of sleep
I´m a sheep that follows
without even noticing
It is only the second week of college and I am already making a long list of things I’m lacking. Im lacking sleep, a full fridge, a stress-free week, any free time, the list goes on. Just waiting for the day I feel like I’m not lacking in every aspect of life!!
I lack the attention span, she said. No, you don’t, he said. You lack the ability to own your decisions and to honor them, giving them the commitment and enthusiasm and attention they deserve. You are not a failure, you are not lacking anything, however what you are doing is attempting to prevent yourself from succeeding by saying these things. Stop this now and experience a success you never have before.
Carolyn
“There is no lack of love for you in my heart,” I say.
She laughs, but it contains no humor. “Oh really? Then where have you been for the last two years?”
I sigh. “You know I can’t tell you that. But you have to trust me now, okay?”
I’m told I can’t just give everything away. But for you I’d spread it out like crisp hundreds fanned across the table. Mint and ever so green. But you’d never lay a finger, never leave a smudge. Perhaps not for lack of wanting to I wager. Still we never touch.
★
I lack for nothing that I can think of right at this moment. Still, I am occupied typing lots of words in one minute, so it is hard to think of other things. If i did lack for something, I could possibly ask for it for Father’s Day. But I don’t really want to put a financial burden on my young children. Better that they save for a house or their future education.
it is a known quantity to render all the quality and if it were too be as it can lack the morning coffee, then this is too much for a reason during.
Robert Kohlhammer
Hi. Only wanted to ask a quick issue. Now i am akeggaeabdggddge
Smithf744
I needed to thank you for this good read!! I certainly enjoyed every little bit of it. I’ve got you bookmarked to check out new stuff you post dagbebfaekcc
Johne580
i noticed a lack of color in her missing eyes
the sun had left a while back, weeks and months before she turned
and became the age of her mother’s best memories
it certainly did not matter
but still
she laughed and clapped
and leaned in just enough to whisper,
for you always, for you are dear,
but it sounded like her heart had been carved in and emptied out
Life was drenched in the same color as always. But that was the difference between shades and colors—it was undeniably the same color, but darker, somehow. Years of the tint in the air, on the stairs, from the stars, crawling down the chromatic scale. There were empty spaces that approached turning black, seething every time they faced a back in denial. Like inky oxygen it deepens with every sigh. It can work, it can be real; shadows of darker shades grow and rip holes in the daily pastoral. Lay plates on a table yet they crash to the ground. Sit on a couch and fall to the floor. The shower has no water, the bottle has no soap, but it is fine, it can be done, a life worth living to be had in the spaces in between the shades, in the thin moments straddling the empty.
It’s not that he lacks in any way – he’s a perfectly reasonable sort of guy to fall for, if you like that sort of thing. It’s just that I don’t. Like that sort of thing.
I’m that person who is lacking in many areas. Life is such for me where I always have to fill up those gaps. Sometimes with things that are not so pleasant.
The lack resistance is very annoying. Like why cant you just do what you are told and be polite. It frustrates me when someone cant just leave stuff alone
Rika
Why is it that we always want what the Other person has? The grass that’s greener on the other side?
Zowie
Lack is the inability to find sufficiency. The knowing that you need more, more, more–but the unwillingness to give. I lack because I do not give, he who gives will receive. I might have everything in the world, but if I lack one good thing–love–then I have nothing in the world indeed.
J
There is a fine line between lack and sufficient. Some people have everything and it isn’t nearly enough. Others just get by and are so thankful for what they have. Which one are you?
Sister Golden Hair
There was definitely a lack of sympathy in the room, even after I had announced the death of my father. One of my managers had simply rolled her eyes, while the other manager stared straight past me, as if focusing on the intricate cracks and misshapen lumps in the wall. Finally, one of my coworkers, who I deeply loved, spoke.
“Harriet.” She walked toward me, and in my silent shock, she pulled me into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”
I lack. I don’t have, own, accomplish. My self identified by everything that I lack. I will never be anything more than my limits.
The lack of any kind of slack in this rope I’ve tied around my neck, it’s driving me crazy…
I put myself here and I’ll accept that without tears or fear…
I am lacking. That is what first comes to my mind. I have a hard time giving myself a hard time and I know it. This seems to be stopping me from liking my life to the fullest, but I am afraid that if I do not give myself a hard time, I will never be truly happy.
There seems to be…correction. There is a lack of empathy. That is, having any sense of understanding of the well being of others. A genuine lack for humanity. A deficit. It’s frustrating. Heartbreaking. We lack food water shelter and empathy…
lack
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The lack of criticism – and, moreover, the lack of willingness to invest in me by criticizing – left me feeling frustrated, insufficient when measured against an unknown gauge, curled in my own lacunas.
the only things ive ever been afraid of losing are things i’ve always lacked.
we are not defined by what we lack. we are defined by what we do with what we have. today we struggle. maybe tomorrow we strive.
I have nothing, I an lack now.But sometimes you don’t need to have everything, lack is not bad, enjoy it.
Sometimes it seems like our cat lacks to understand that balloons will not kill you. He is not very bright but, we still love him. Also, he likes my brother’s bed.
Today in our country there is lack of compassion and understanding for one another. This leads to greater division and because we fail to understand each other, many stereotypes of individuals are quite often wrong.
Certainly today there is lack of empathy starting from the very top, our president. I believe this sets a terrible example for our young people as well as the country.
I lack the experience of others to be taking on a job so big. after all, I only got out of collage yesterday. The living were in awe of the dead, our power was strong, but i never thought I’d be and ambassador.
I am tired
Lack of friendships
sustained friendships
lack of self expression
lack of sleep
I´m a sheep that follows
without even noticing
It is only the second week of college and I am already making a long list of things I’m lacking. Im lacking sleep, a full fridge, a stress-free week, any free time, the list goes on. Just waiting for the day I feel like I’m not lacking in every aspect of life!!
frustration, something we miss. We will always think we lack something.
I lack the attention span, she said. No, you don’t, he said. You lack the ability to own your decisions and to honor them, giving them the commitment and enthusiasm and attention they deserve. You are not a failure, you are not lacking anything, however what you are doing is attempting to prevent yourself from succeeding by saying these things. Stop this now and experience a success you never have before.
“There is no lack of love for you in my heart,” I say.
She laughs, but it contains no humor. “Oh really? Then where have you been for the last two years?”
I sigh. “You know I can’t tell you that. But you have to trust me now, okay?”
I’m told I can’t just give everything away. But for you I’d spread it out like crisp hundreds fanned across the table. Mint and ever so green. But you’d never lay a finger, never leave a smudge. Perhaps not for lack of wanting to I wager. Still we never touch.
I lack for nothing that I can think of right at this moment. Still, I am occupied typing lots of words in one minute, so it is hard to think of other things. If i did lack for something, I could possibly ask for it for Father’s Day. But I don’t really want to put a financial burden on my young children. Better that they save for a house or their future education.
it is a known quantity to render all the quality and if it were too be as it can lack the morning coffee, then this is too much for a reason during.
Hi. Only wanted to ask a quick issue. Now i am akeggaeabdggddge
I needed to thank you for this good read!! I certainly enjoyed every little bit of it. I’ve got you bookmarked to check out new stuff you post dagbebfaekcc
i noticed a lack of color in her missing eyes
the sun had left a while back, weeks and months before she turned
and became the age of her mother’s best memories
it certainly did not matter
but still
she laughed and clapped
and leaned in just enough to whisper,
for you always, for you are dear,
but it sounded like her heart had been carved in and emptied out
Life was drenched in the same color as always. But that was the difference between shades and colors—it was undeniably the same color, but darker, somehow. Years of the tint in the air, on the stairs, from the stars, crawling down the chromatic scale. There were empty spaces that approached turning black, seething every time they faced a back in denial. Like inky oxygen it deepens with every sigh. It can work, it can be real; shadows of darker shades grow and rip holes in the daily pastoral. Lay plates on a table yet they crash to the ground. Sit on a couch and fall to the floor. The shower has no water, the bottle has no soap, but it is fine, it can be done, a life worth living to be had in the spaces in between the shades, in the thin moments straddling the empty.
lack of luck?
bullshit!
im wearing a bull shirt
It’s not that he lacks in any way – he’s a perfectly reasonable sort of guy to fall for, if you like that sort of thing. It’s just that I don’t. Like that sort of thing.
I’m that person who is lacking in many areas. Life is such for me where I always have to fill up those gaps. Sometimes with things that are not so pleasant.
The lack resistance is very annoying. Like why cant you just do what you are told and be polite. It frustrates me when someone cant just leave stuff alone
Why is it that we always want what the Other person has? The grass that’s greener on the other side?
Lack is the inability to find sufficiency. The knowing that you need more, more, more–but the unwillingness to give. I lack because I do not give, he who gives will receive. I might have everything in the world, but if I lack one good thing–love–then I have nothing in the world indeed.
There is a fine line between lack and sufficient. Some people have everything and it isn’t nearly enough. Others just get by and are so thankful for what they have. Which one are you?
There was definitely a lack of sympathy in the room, even after I had announced the death of my father. One of my managers had simply rolled her eyes, while the other manager stared straight past me, as if focusing on the intricate cracks and misshapen lumps in the wall. Finally, one of my coworkers, who I deeply loved, spoke.
“Harriet.” She walked toward me, and in my silent shock, she pulled me into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”