she got lucky and found the pharaoh flashlight under her right foot.she winced in pain as she reached to pick it up.ricky rejection’s massive mechanical,spider like robot body came to a quick and sudden halt.jesie heard a whirl and a click,and r.r.’s body fluidly turned to her direction,”i’ve got you,my pretty.”
I am so lucky and I know it and I don’t. I’m lucky to breathe I’m lucky to live I’m lucky to eat. So completely lucky yet I don’t know it. Lady luck breathed on me yet I don’t know it. What is lucky if we can’t see it and can’t appreciate it?
Sara
I always said I was lucky…it was a rationalization. While my life has been fortunate…I don’t believe luck had anything to do with it. Now, as the years go by~I might begin to consider myself both lucky AND fortunate!
Lucky, lucky, why I am so lucky, ja wenn ich das wüsste, dann wär ich schlauer, wenn ich wüsste, wie ich mich mal eben lucky-lucky mache, dann wäre ich noch noch viel schlauer und vorerst begnüge ich mich damit, mich über den Schnee-Schnee zu freu-freu, denn blau blau blau blühlt derl Elnzlian …
he is very lucky to be in the place he is. people who love him, a loving girlfriend. not on the streets. Whoever knew that just waiting it out and sleeping in the park for a month would pay off to such a nice thing. now he’s gettting a job and ged and has a regular income. thank god for luck. and i’m so lucky to have him.
Lexi
I was luck, I guess. There are only so many empty seats on an airplane, and the one right next to mine happened to be open. A stranger sits down. I don’t know who it is, what it is, or why it’s here. It’s not human, of that I’m certain. I don’t know what to call it. It looks human. But it’s not. Shape-shifter is the best word for it, I guess.
Shafer
something i am not.
something no one is.
something people believe in because they need something to give them a minuscule amount of hope.
H
It took one question to loop me back into longing for the sweeping sensation I felt when he held me in the water. Looking at the moon in its full radiance, I knew that this moment would mean something more. Tonight I have been given the opportunity to glimpse in to what I believe the meaning of that to be..and whats on my mind right now; what to wear?
C
She was lucky. In all types of ways. Bad. The worst of things would happen to her. Good. She’d get through things by the skin of her teeth. She wished she wasn’t lucky to be wealthy, privileged. She wished she actually had experience and talent….just like the rest.
Carnival of Bliss
Relative to the individual
Standing at the crossroads
It’s a way of looking at paths
For neither is up nor down
Or this way or that
It’s multidimensional
And deeply personal
Lucky ducky. I am a very lucky duck. I always have been. And yet, there has always been the fear that darkness is just around the corner. Why waste all that luck with morbid thoughts? And why “jinx” myself with claims of having always been lucky? (See, there I go worrying again!)
the girl at the end of the hall
I am not. I’ve broken several mirrors in my life, one intentionally. I’m doomed for eternity, or at least, the rest of it. I’m alright with this, though. To be unlucky one must have at least a little bit of luck for correlation.
Korean Nuisance
im lucky to be myself, im happy that i go to college and have a great life in there, many friends and colleagues, i’m also happy to have a lovely family, yes, i feel lucky to be myself , and the greatest is that i feel lucky to be born in a muslim family
haekal
Is there a “one word” of the day or something? I’ve gotten this word three times in a row. I’m addicted!… but not that addicted.. Who knows. Maybe you’ll hear from me again, telling you ever so more, each time, that I’m more and more lucky because I look over more aspects of my life that I am lucky for having..
CMF
If I were lucky, I’d have 2 houses… maybe three, one in the bahamas, one in new york and one in…Paris…. No London….Whichever one gives me more bragging power. But I’m not lucky. I’ve just got my one house, “loving parents” (yuck) and a squirmy little brother. Why does God hate me so much?!
CMF
i get mad when people say things like “fuck my life” because the internet is down. no, not fuck your life. there are people in haiti bathing in shit water. you’re lucky, asshole.
“I suppose that I should consider myself lucky that we met.” I said, not feeling fortunate at all.
He shuffled his feet and looked down at them. “No. No… not really. As a rule, one doesn’t meet one’s spirit guide quite so vividly. Well, come on… let’s go.”
“Wait.” I stood firmly rooted, watching his discomfiture. “You said more than you meant to just then.”
siempre me he considerado una persona con suerte, la suerte es simplemente el estado mental de predisposicion a las cosas buenas, la suerte nos lleva por caminos inesperados, y loq que a veces consideramos mala suerte es buena suerte disfrazada de desgracia
Maria Jose Corona
I’m lucky. Lucky looks like Lucy and I really like the Peanuts. Lucy Van Pelt is sassy and I love it. I know when I’ve been insulted! I know when I’ve been insulted. This website would be even better if people weren’t allowed to delete anything or edit what they write at all. People self-censor too much. Also, mispellings are funny.
carlie
Lucky is as lucky does. I think those who are “lucky” are really those that understand that you attract everything to you. It’s the Law of Attraction, people.
He didn’t even say goodbye, he left my heart, he didn’t take the time to lie. But I have always known that I am not so lucky. My toe has always gotten scraped against the pavement, but then again maybe I am just clumsy. One of these days I am going to win the lottery, and then he will come crawling back to me and I will give him a piece of my mind.
Ellyn Rivers
I am very. Not many can say this, which compounds and emphasises just how very I am. Lucky.
barry
People say make your own luck, I say “fuck you”. You cant make luck. That’s the point. You have it or you don’t. That’s life.
Time passed by all of us. I woke one morning in my bed tangled in my comforter. As I got up to get my morning coffee I thought about all I had. How lucky I was. How had I gotten this? This thing called life.
nyala
My word is lucky. I would really like to be more lucky. I think if I was luckier I would have more money and be happy. Luck is really handy when gambling. Lucky Charms is good cereal if sugary. I want to be lucky. Lucky is a good name for a dog. Why am I playing this silly game? I want to be lucky that’s why. Lucky for me my time’s almost up.
Rachael
I am a very lucky person. Everything works out for me eventually, it seems. But is it luck? Do I even believe in luck? I think there’s something bigger going on in my life than mere coincidence. My ways are being orchestrated, and everything falls into place like a puzzle.
Kristen
lucky me. all i have to do is write. luck is not something people can rely on its a mistake to wait for it. it is true that luck plays a role in everything, but how much can we expect it. all it is is chance. all we can do is do our best and them hope for the best to happen
You bitch. You have it all. I call you “lucky”. Lucky to be thin, lucky to have a boyfriend, lucky to have married parents, lucky to have your own room. You tell me “Well why don’t you lose weight? Maybe then you’ll meet a guy. Divorce is genetic, you know. Buy a bigger house.” No, no. You’re not lucky. Not lucky to me anymore. Your attitude is something I would never wish to have. I am lucky, not you.
Katy
I am lucky for matt’ my parents and my iPad. Aunt lynell also. Luck is getting a great or dream job right outside of college. I want to be lucky but also blessed. The combo is fantastic!
liv
The four left clover lead me to my true live and I found it in our wedding book on the eve of our divorce. It reminded me that some thugs are fate And some are luck andsomeme are just crap
Marie
luck is something that everybody can have as much or as little of as they like. It’s all about perspective. Different people have different ways of interpreting it. Some people call it religion. Some call it karma or fate. It is what you make of life, and it is in your hands. In the way you deal with your life.
Jennifer
It was only chance that I happened to be so lucky. It was like magic, walking into any store and finding exactly what I was looking for, and on sale! I could walk down the street and find money on it, I always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, except for in the area of love. It was always wrong. I could never find the luck of the draw, he was always the wrong guy, the wrong time
Daisy
me, i’m super lucky becaus ei have a really good life and everything i need to survive. i have the best family and friends and i have food on my plate and heat in my house and shoes under my feet. i am loved too, so i am not alone. i have my parets, brother, and boyfriend and best friend who love me best and i would be no where without them
Molly
fortunate
rich
pretty
funny
intelligent
happy
in love
good soul
giving
tasteful
Jenny
britney spears singing. she’s a star, music. fortune cookies ducks clovers
yuck cool words
Marsh
a girl. a boy. so lucky that they happened to cross each others paths while walking on the streets in Dublin, Ireland.
I’ve never felt lucky and am not sure how that feels anyway. I look at numbers and wonder which ones have the luck stuffed inside their curves or rail-straight limbs, and I can’t be certain but I think I have seen tiny legs running out of my shadow. Could that be my luck?
she got lucky and found the pharaoh flashlight under her right foot.she winced in pain as she reached to pick it up.ricky rejection’s massive mechanical,spider like robot body came to a quick and sudden halt.jesie heard a whirl and a click,and r.r.’s body fluidly turned to her direction,”i’ve got you,my pretty.”
ut oh
I am so lucky and I know it and I don’t. I’m lucky to breathe I’m lucky to live I’m lucky to eat. So completely lucky yet I don’t know it. Lady luck breathed on me yet I don’t know it. What is lucky if we can’t see it and can’t appreciate it?
I always said I was lucky…it was a rationalization. While my life has been fortunate…I don’t believe luck had anything to do with it. Now, as the years go by~I might begin to consider myself both lucky AND fortunate!
Lucky. Number 7. Horse shoe. He’ll/She’ll get lucky tonightt!. Ohh, yes, winning the damn lottery means your one frikken lucky kid.
Lucky, lucky, why I am so lucky, ja wenn ich das wüsste, dann wär ich schlauer, wenn ich wüsste, wie ich mich mal eben lucky-lucky mache, dann wäre ich noch noch viel schlauer und vorerst begnüge ich mich damit, mich über den Schnee-Schnee zu freu-freu, denn blau blau blau blühlt derl Elnzlian …
“You’re lucky to be alive.”
Am I? Can being alive be considered “lucky”? I don’t think so.
Being lucky is being here, in my warm bed, snuggled up to my boyfriend. It’s having a family that accepts me for who and what I am.
Living isn’t the important part. It’s being you that makes you lucky.
he is very lucky to be in the place he is. people who love him, a loving girlfriend. not on the streets. Whoever knew that just waiting it out and sleeping in the park for a month would pay off to such a nice thing. now he’s gettting a job and ged and has a regular income. thank god for luck. and i’m so lucky to have him.
I was luck, I guess. There are only so many empty seats on an airplane, and the one right next to mine happened to be open. A stranger sits down. I don’t know who it is, what it is, or why it’s here. It’s not human, of that I’m certain. I don’t know what to call it. It looks human. But it’s not. Shape-shifter is the best word for it, I guess.
something i am not.
something no one is.
something people believe in because they need something to give them a minuscule amount of hope.
It took one question to loop me back into longing for the sweeping sensation I felt when he held me in the water. Looking at the moon in its full radiance, I knew that this moment would mean something more. Tonight I have been given the opportunity to glimpse in to what I believe the meaning of that to be..and whats on my mind right now; what to wear?
She was lucky. In all types of ways. Bad. The worst of things would happen to her. Good. She’d get through things by the skin of her teeth. She wished she wasn’t lucky to be wealthy, privileged. She wished she actually had experience and talent….just like the rest.
Relative to the individual
Standing at the crossroads
It’s a way of looking at paths
For neither is up nor down
Or this way or that
It’s multidimensional
And deeply personal
Lucky ducky. I am a very lucky duck. I always have been. And yet, there has always been the fear that darkness is just around the corner. Why waste all that luck with morbid thoughts? And why “jinx” myself with claims of having always been lucky? (See, there I go worrying again!)
I am not. I’ve broken several mirrors in my life, one intentionally. I’m doomed for eternity, or at least, the rest of it. I’m alright with this, though. To be unlucky one must have at least a little bit of luck for correlation.
im lucky to be myself, im happy that i go to college and have a great life in there, many friends and colleagues, i’m also happy to have a lovely family, yes, i feel lucky to be myself , and the greatest is that i feel lucky to be born in a muslim family
Is there a “one word” of the day or something? I’ve gotten this word three times in a row. I’m addicted!… but not that addicted.. Who knows. Maybe you’ll hear from me again, telling you ever so more, each time, that I’m more and more lucky because I look over more aspects of my life that I am lucky for having..
If I were lucky, I’d have 2 houses… maybe three, one in the bahamas, one in new york and one in…Paris…. No London….Whichever one gives me more bragging power. But I’m not lucky. I’ve just got my one house, “loving parents” (yuck) and a squirmy little brother. Why does God hate me so much?!
i get mad when people say things like “fuck my life” because the internet is down. no, not fuck your life. there are people in haiti bathing in shit water. you’re lucky, asshole.
i prefer the word fortunate instead of this word above
as i do not worship the god of good or bad luck
“I suppose that I should consider myself lucky that we met.” I said, not feeling fortunate at all.
He shuffled his feet and looked down at them. “No. No… not really. As a rule, one doesn’t meet one’s spirit guide quite so vividly. Well, come on… let’s go.”
“Wait.” I stood firmly rooted, watching his discomfiture. “You said more than you meant to just then.”
siempre me he considerado una persona con suerte, la suerte es simplemente el estado mental de predisposicion a las cosas buenas, la suerte nos lleva por caminos inesperados, y loq que a veces consideramos mala suerte es buena suerte disfrazada de desgracia
I’m lucky. Lucky looks like Lucy and I really like the Peanuts. Lucy Van Pelt is sassy and I love it. I know when I’ve been insulted! I know when I’ve been insulted. This website would be even better if people weren’t allowed to delete anything or edit what they write at all. People self-censor too much. Also, mispellings are funny.
Lucky is as lucky does. I think those who are “lucky” are really those that understand that you attract everything to you. It’s the Law of Attraction, people.
He didn’t even say goodbye, he left my heart, he didn’t take the time to lie. But I have always known that I am not so lucky. My toe has always gotten scraped against the pavement, but then again maybe I am just clumsy. One of these days I am going to win the lottery, and then he will come crawling back to me and I will give him a piece of my mind.
I am very. Not many can say this, which compounds and emphasises just how very I am. Lucky.
People say make your own luck, I say “fuck you”. You cant make luck. That’s the point. You have it or you don’t. That’s life.
Time passed by all of us. I woke one morning in my bed tangled in my comforter. As I got up to get my morning coffee I thought about all I had. How lucky I was. How had I gotten this? This thing called life.
My word is lucky. I would really like to be more lucky. I think if I was luckier I would have more money and be happy. Luck is really handy when gambling. Lucky Charms is good cereal if sugary. I want to be lucky. Lucky is a good name for a dog. Why am I playing this silly game? I want to be lucky that’s why. Lucky for me my time’s almost up.
I am a very lucky person. Everything works out for me eventually, it seems. But is it luck? Do I even believe in luck? I think there’s something bigger going on in my life than mere coincidence. My ways are being orchestrated, and everything falls into place like a puzzle.
lucky me. all i have to do is write. luck is not something people can rely on its a mistake to wait for it. it is true that luck plays a role in everything, but how much can we expect it. all it is is chance. all we can do is do our best and them hope for the best to happen
You bitch. You have it all. I call you “lucky”. Lucky to be thin, lucky to have a boyfriend, lucky to have married parents, lucky to have your own room. You tell me “Well why don’t you lose weight? Maybe then you’ll meet a guy. Divorce is genetic, you know. Buy a bigger house.” No, no. You’re not lucky. Not lucky to me anymore. Your attitude is something I would never wish to have. I am lucky, not you.
I am lucky for matt’ my parents and my iPad. Aunt lynell also. Luck is getting a great or dream job right outside of college. I want to be lucky but also blessed. The combo is fantastic!
The four left clover lead me to my true live and I found it in our wedding book on the eve of our divorce. It reminded me that some thugs are fate And some are luck andsomeme are just crap
luck is something that everybody can have as much or as little of as they like. It’s all about perspective. Different people have different ways of interpreting it. Some people call it religion. Some call it karma or fate. It is what you make of life, and it is in your hands. In the way you deal with your life.
It was only chance that I happened to be so lucky. It was like magic, walking into any store and finding exactly what I was looking for, and on sale! I could walk down the street and find money on it, I always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, except for in the area of love. It was always wrong. I could never find the luck of the draw, he was always the wrong guy, the wrong time
me, i’m super lucky becaus ei have a really good life and everything i need to survive. i have the best family and friends and i have food on my plate and heat in my house and shoes under my feet. i am loved too, so i am not alone. i have my parets, brother, and boyfriend and best friend who love me best and i would be no where without them
fortunate
rich
pretty
funny
intelligent
happy
in love
good soul
giving
tasteful
britney spears singing. she’s a star, music. fortune cookies ducks clovers
yuck cool words
a girl. a boy. so lucky that they happened to cross each others paths while walking on the streets in Dublin, Ireland.
I’ve never felt lucky and am not sure how that feels anyway. I look at numbers and wonder which ones have the luck stuffed inside their curves or rail-straight limbs, and I can’t be certain but I think I have seen tiny legs running out of my shadow. Could that be my luck?