Needle and thread are somethings you need for sewing
Needle in a haystack ( very hard tonfind)
Needle,needle, needle
Pointy
Hurts when u poke urself with it
Egk1
You always tell me about Mother. Her tinkling laugh, her rounded eyes, her golden, curling locks.
I think you’ve forgotten that I knew her too.
I remember when she sat by the fire, sewing Teddy’s ear back on. I watched her needle glimmer in the firelight. I watched her needle fall.
I think you’ve forgotten that I was there when she died.
Shelley
The way you act, the way you talk, everything about you. it needles me. It gets under my skin. It eats away at me.
Needle in a haystack! Oh look, someone just drove by with the exact car and model I have (and colour – rare!). Who actually likes needles? When I think of a needle, I think of poking the thread through the tiniest little hole. The mice from Cinderella always made that look so cool.
It was as sharp as needles, hearing him tell me that she was just a fling, just someone to be with when i wasn’t around. But if I meant something, than she didn’t. That’s why I left him. The cold bastard can be with his fling now. And he is.
The needles take the great ones from the rest of the depressed, drug-using pack. The needles kill. All all have the need to escape reality, but for those that run to the needle they have effectively given up one the notion that life can be truly good do some modicum without substances.
Pat Denton
hurts fu like an addict, it reminds me of an addict…
Usually see it in some green acid that’s all cartoony or something… how the media sees
Andy
needle in the hay, needless to say, one of elliott smith’s greatest. attempted suicide scene in the royal tenenbaums brought it to new life.
Needle spoon I can’t take it any longer just too soon this is all too big I needed a needle now I need a spoon but this spoon is too big two pinheads swallowing needles with a spoon
Florencia
Does it always just show up giving you the word needle? This is the second time it has shown up for me. Writing about things relavent to needles can get very boring after a while so i hope not. I don’t have many needle related thoughts so I would rather a different word.
Lauren
Needles are used for sewing. They hurt when you prick yourself with them. So do pine trees. I like pine trees because they don’t lose their needles in the winter so they always look pretty, especially when they are covered in snow. I don’t really like the winter. Don’t get me wrong the first snow storm is super cool and exciting but then after about three days everyone is ready for spring.
Lauren
She taught me how to thread the long slender line of metal with an eye no bigger than a dot, squinting and pressing my ips to the silk thin strand licking it once or twice and gently as those swaddling a baby in skin push it through to the other side, adulthood.
nannan
Needles
I hate them so…
Afraid,scared,
call it whatever you want
I’m not a fan of needles, can’t you tell?
So yeah, I’m scared shitless of them,
is that so wrong?
I sure as hell don’t think so… DX
The needle in the haystack is a mysterious thing. To some, it means the thing that’s worth fighting for. For others, it’s the thing that you know is there, but you have no ambition to find. Find the needle. Find your life.
Noelle Campbell
a tiny needle is lost in the infinite abyss that is my carpet. today i say forget it, i will find it later. tomorrow i say fuck that hurts, why didn’t i pick that up earlier.
I have a needle in my hand and it is shiny and sharp. What? Are you sure that’s a needle? Well, I think it is? I don’t think it is.
KK
Needles. They were supposed to help. To heal. To stitch up relationships. The only needles ive ever known have done the opposite. They hurt. They tore apart. And now you’re gone.
there i sat with grandma as she taught me to sew. it was a warm summer day and the sun was shining outside. grandpa was inside eating potato chips watching football on the couch. 3 weeks later he died and a year later so did she. i love my grandparents.
It’s something you use to sew things together. If you drop this needle in a haystack you are basically screwed. Chances are you will not find it. I also like threading this needle in the sport of basketball by passing the basketball through tight spaces. That is somewhat daunting and challenging but succcessful is awesome.
Joe
sharp harsh unwanted. cold steel. cutting no piercing skin. sewing clothes patching fast sewing machine cuttin bleeding. hair needle.
Catie
Needle in a haystack. It is very hard to find. I use this to sew. Actually I don’t sew. I’m Sorry that I lied. Please Forgive me. With cookies. NOM NOM NOM.
Jorge Trainer
Hadn’t I been here beofre? I could see that the needle pointed west, still, but everything looked the same. Either this was the exact forsaken forest I had passed through, by my best guess, three hours ago with the needle of the compass playing a fowl trick on me or it was really a trick of the forest to repeat it’s leaves, moss and trees with shadows unruly to make you believe as the light grew less and less that the forest was the same as what you had passed. Despite all logic, I was inclined to believe that some fate returned me to the very spot I had been to before. My acquiescence was instant and complete as I let my legs give way to their tiredness and fell in place.
Danielle
You poke and prod me, pushing me around like I’m one of your toys, you know I’m not a game. In all honesty You annoy me, but the truth is that I would hate to be with anyone but you. You are incredible. You are my needle in the haystack and I am so happy I have you in my life.
jessie felt helpless as she slowly watched her body dying-unable to move to prevent it.suddenly, she realized that the arm that sewed her up with the needle could still move.but what good could that do?, __
dann
Is sharp. A pointed end draws thick blood from unsuspecting stolen fingers. Squirming and squiggling needlessly against the needles edge which pricks like a thorn. The cold hard unloving metal does not smile.
gecko
Like a needle in a haystack. That’s how hard they said it would be. They said it was impossible. So I set out to prove them wrong. For that needle in the haystack? It was my dream. And now I’ve got it. Don’t tell me I will never do something. It only makes me want to do it more.
The Freak in the Corner
a needle, just like your heart, fragile & only worth sharing to people the matter.
Maraya
I don’t know why needles scare some people. I mean they numb you before you get a shot. It doesn’t hurt that bad! It only feels like a vein is going to explode or something. Grow up a little It’s just a needle, people.
Hannah
A needle in a hay stack seems like a task not even the gods would choose but that is what it appears I will be searching for. I am an NYPD cop and I have to find a missing person. Awesome I’ll take my chances with the needle.
Ash
Needle. In a haystack? That’s what happiness is. But I will fight through a million haystacks to find that one needle :)
I use to needle my sister into doing things. With most of family I could always understand their personalities… when was the perfect time to ask for something, when it was best to keep my mouth shut. My sister didn’t have the subtlety and so I could never read her, just as she couldn’t read my parents.
Garland
“So, this will help me, right?”
“What do you need help with?”
“I need to pass this test”
“Then yeah, it’ll help.”
He had always hated needles, but now wasn’t the time. He jabs the needle into his wrist, and he feels the point under his skin, in his veins. He jabs down the plunger. Can’t be scared now, no looking back.
Nick Romero
“I drop the needle and pray.” Bruce was so right about the great, three-minute record. During that song, life suspends, and my best self is right there.
no. its not what you need. need is in needle- the deceptive bitch of a word. stop
alta
Needlepoint. That thing I used to do when I was 10. I had this Winnie the Pooh one. I don’t think I ever finished it. Needle. Like the one I used to sew my first pair of pointe shoes. I love ballet. I remember that was such a daunting task.
Ashley
She threaded the needle with red string. This is what it would take to mend. She let a few drops fall onto the tip, to be sure traces of her sad would be sown into her heart. She would mend, but she would not forget.
The needle in the haystack. We were crossing through the forest, flashlights splashing through the trees and casting shadows through the timber. We had been searching for her for two day. Chances are we are too late.
let love pass through the top of the needle door in your heart. it’s a very small hole to let people in but once they’re there, there’s no escaping this needled heart of mine.
Needle and thread are somethings you need for sewing
Needle in a haystack ( very hard tonfind)
Needle,needle, needle
Pointy
Hurts when u poke urself with it
You always tell me about Mother. Her tinkling laugh, her rounded eyes, her golden, curling locks.
I think you’ve forgotten that I knew her too.
I remember when she sat by the fire, sewing Teddy’s ear back on. I watched her needle glimmer in the firelight. I watched her needle fall.
I think you’ve forgotten that I was there when she died.
The way you act, the way you talk, everything about you. it needles me. It gets under my skin. It eats away at me.
Needle in a haystack! Oh look, someone just drove by with the exact car and model I have (and colour – rare!). Who actually likes needles? When I think of a needle, I think of poking the thread through the tiniest little hole. The mice from Cinderella always made that look so cool.
It was as sharp as needles, hearing him tell me that she was just a fling, just someone to be with when i wasn’t around. But if I meant something, than she didn’t. That’s why I left him. The cold bastard can be with his fling now. And he is.
when i was a child, i had my blood taken twice a day to prep for heart surgery.
i garnered a personal relationship with a puppet named mandy during the course of this time.
well after a surgery, many seasons passed. i recieved a halloween card from sick kids hospital.
it was signed, with love, mandy.
The needles take the great ones from the rest of the depressed, drug-using pack. The needles kill. All all have the need to escape reality, but for those that run to the needle they have effectively given up one the notion that life can be truly good do some modicum without substances.
hurts fu like an addict, it reminds me of an addict…
Usually see it in some green acid that’s all cartoony or something… how the media sees
needle in the hay, needless to say, one of elliott smith’s greatest. attempted suicide scene in the royal tenenbaums brought it to new life.
Needle spoon I can’t take it any longer just too soon this is all too big I needed a needle now I need a spoon but this spoon is too big two pinheads swallowing needles with a spoon
Does it always just show up giving you the word needle? This is the second time it has shown up for me. Writing about things relavent to needles can get very boring after a while so i hope not. I don’t have many needle related thoughts so I would rather a different word.
Needles are used for sewing. They hurt when you prick yourself with them. So do pine trees. I like pine trees because they don’t lose their needles in the winter so they always look pretty, especially when they are covered in snow. I don’t really like the winter. Don’t get me wrong the first snow storm is super cool and exciting but then after about three days everyone is ready for spring.
She taught me how to thread the long slender line of metal with an eye no bigger than a dot, squinting and pressing my ips to the silk thin strand licking it once or twice and gently as those swaddling a baby in skin push it through to the other side, adulthood.
Needles
I hate them so…
Afraid,scared,
call it whatever you want
I’m not a fan of needles, can’t you tell?
So yeah, I’m scared shitless of them,
is that so wrong?
I sure as hell don’t think so… DX
The needle in the haystack is a mysterious thing. To some, it means the thing that’s worth fighting for. For others, it’s the thing that you know is there, but you have no ambition to find. Find the needle. Find your life.
a tiny needle is lost in the infinite abyss that is my carpet. today i say forget it, i will find it later. tomorrow i say fuck that hurts, why didn’t i pick that up earlier.
I have a needle in my hand and it is shiny and sharp. What? Are you sure that’s a needle? Well, I think it is? I don’t think it is.
Needles. They were supposed to help. To heal. To stitch up relationships. The only needles ive ever known have done the opposite. They hurt. They tore apart. And now you’re gone.
there i sat with grandma as she taught me to sew. it was a warm summer day and the sun was shining outside. grandpa was inside eating potato chips watching football on the couch. 3 weeks later he died and a year later so did she. i love my grandparents.
It’s something you use to sew things together. If you drop this needle in a haystack you are basically screwed. Chances are you will not find it. I also like threading this needle in the sport of basketball by passing the basketball through tight spaces. That is somewhat daunting and challenging but succcessful is awesome.
sharp harsh unwanted. cold steel. cutting no piercing skin. sewing clothes patching fast sewing machine cuttin bleeding. hair needle.
Needle in a haystack. It is very hard to find. I use this to sew. Actually I don’t sew. I’m Sorry that I lied. Please Forgive me. With cookies. NOM NOM NOM.
Hadn’t I been here beofre? I could see that the needle pointed west, still, but everything looked the same. Either this was the exact forsaken forest I had passed through, by my best guess, three hours ago with the needle of the compass playing a fowl trick on me or it was really a trick of the forest to repeat it’s leaves, moss and trees with shadows unruly to make you believe as the light grew less and less that the forest was the same as what you had passed. Despite all logic, I was inclined to believe that some fate returned me to the very spot I had been to before. My acquiescence was instant and complete as I let my legs give way to their tiredness and fell in place.
You poke and prod me, pushing me around like I’m one of your toys, you know I’m not a game. In all honesty You annoy me, but the truth is that I would hate to be with anyone but you. You are incredible. You are my needle in the haystack and I am so happy I have you in my life.
jessie felt helpless as she slowly watched her body dying-unable to move to prevent it.suddenly, she realized that the arm that sewed her up with the needle could still move.but what good could that do?, __
Is sharp. A pointed end draws thick blood from unsuspecting stolen fingers. Squirming and squiggling needlessly against the needles edge which pricks like a thorn. The cold hard unloving metal does not smile.
Like a needle in a haystack. That’s how hard they said it would be. They said it was impossible. So I set out to prove them wrong. For that needle in the haystack? It was my dream. And now I’ve got it. Don’t tell me I will never do something. It only makes me want to do it more.
a needle, just like your heart, fragile & only worth sharing to people the matter.
I don’t know why needles scare some people. I mean they numb you before you get a shot. It doesn’t hurt that bad! It only feels like a vein is going to explode or something. Grow up a little It’s just a needle, people.
A needle in a hay stack seems like a task not even the gods would choose but that is what it appears I will be searching for. I am an NYPD cop and I have to find a missing person. Awesome I’ll take my chances with the needle.
Needle. In a haystack? That’s what happiness is. But I will fight through a million haystacks to find that one needle :)
a sneaking, needling suspicion
pricks the nape of my neck
and the grey of my brain
have i met god?
I use to needle my sister into doing things. With most of family I could always understand their personalities… when was the perfect time to ask for something, when it was best to keep my mouth shut. My sister didn’t have the subtlety and so I could never read her, just as she couldn’t read my parents.
“So, this will help me, right?”
“What do you need help with?”
“I need to pass this test”
“Then yeah, it’ll help.”
He had always hated needles, but now wasn’t the time. He jabs the needle into his wrist, and he feels the point under his skin, in his veins. He jabs down the plunger. Can’t be scared now, no looking back.
“I drop the needle and pray.” Bruce was so right about the great, three-minute record. During that song, life suspends, and my best self is right there.
no. its not what you need. need is in needle- the deceptive bitch of a word. stop
Needlepoint. That thing I used to do when I was 10. I had this Winnie the Pooh one. I don’t think I ever finished it. Needle. Like the one I used to sew my first pair of pointe shoes. I love ballet. I remember that was such a daunting task.
She threaded the needle with red string. This is what it would take to mend. She let a few drops fall onto the tip, to be sure traces of her sad would be sown into her heart. She would mend, but she would not forget.
The needle in the haystack. We were crossing through the forest, flashlights splashing through the trees and casting shadows through the timber. We had been searching for her for two day. Chances are we are too late.
let love pass through the top of the needle door in your heart. it’s a very small hole to let people in but once they’re there, there’s no escaping this needled heart of mine.