Castiel was puzzled at Dean’s words.
“So I’m an angel… So what? You’re a human.”
“Yeah, but… Dammit, Cas. I can’t. I just can’t.”
“I don’t understand you, Dean. I love you even though you’re human”.
misha-bawlins
She stopped. Took another moment to stare at the stranger. Only this time his face had changed. He was familar, someone from her past. No longer a stranger but the boy who had left her in the wake of army fatigues and mending promises. Puzzled, she couldn’t comprehend that he was really here, it was really him. Trembling as she inhaled, she called out a foreign name of a time she hardly recalled.
I am puzzled.
No. Puzzled doesn’t begin to cover it.
That she would find him more attractive than me, me less appealing than him–it is a conundrum.
But she can no longer answer. Her hair lies in a pretty dark wave across the faux-fur carpet of our love nest. Her eyes–those lovely brown eyes–can no longer answer my questions. She is empty.
Sarah
i am puzzled over why everyone thinks they can just walk all over me. i am puzzled why people like to argue with me, and then get upset when i get upset with them. i am puzzled over other people’s behavior, why they act certain ways, and i’m also puzzled with myself.
Jaymie
confused is what puzzled means. things are flying around your head so insanely so you find yourself confused. you are missing a piece of the information you need. it is very aggravating sometimes to be puzzled.it makes you feel stupid. do you ever feel puzzled? i do. when i dont listen in class i feel puzzled. puzzled????????????????????????
emily
It didn’t seem to matter to anyone else but him.
People just walked around, laughing and talking, and shopping and being normal.
The ships didn’t seem to surprise them at all. Not even when they started firing.
Marijo
Puzzled. This word describes exactly how I feel about a current situation. I’m so confused by the fact that I might love him more. I’m also puzzled as to why I’m on this website. Hopefully one day i’ll be solved. Until then, I’ll j
Alaska may
I didn’t know what it was, that tiny thing, what they called a gift. It was a fragile as a soap bubble, and I thought if I stopped examining it, it would pop.
HZ
The changes came in waves that made is body shake. He didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t care. He wasn’t intrigued, but felt that he should have been. This, in fact, was what in intrigued him. Not that he had no control over his body, but that he wasn’t concerned that he had no control over his body. This, he knew, was a sign that he no longer wanted to live.
Robert
I stood at the gate to the cemetery looking at the gate with a dumbfounded expression. The sign on the outside didn’t seem to make sense. I couldn’t quite get what it meant. It read, “Closed. See cemetery hours.”
what a word to start with. its exactly how i felt today as a matter of fact. I like this guy, see, and we talk on most days, he’s really someone i’ve grown to like. And over spring break we went maybe about three days without talking at all.. and i did find it strange. So come today, when i see him in the parking lot of my church, with no one else around (mind you), he sees me walking towards the entrance, glances at me, then kept walking. Talk about a puzzling devastating moment. The man, that you really like and care for, acting so unimpressed and unmoved by your presence. Literally broke my heart. Can’t say i know what to think about it, quite honestly. I just know it has left me so unglued, upset, confused and ……puzzled.
I was puzzled by him. He came over, and we didn’t have sex. He looked and me, and smiled. He was strange, and yet so simple. I guess perhaps I wasn’t so puzzled. I was just confused why he would go through the motions when, ultimately, it was a sex thing, not a me-being-cool thing. Why are people such liars? So puzzling.
Madeline
how i feel when i consider the condition of most people. do they think? do they simply live? how do they feel about life? do they feel about life? do they feel at all? Often I consider that we all are simply dazed. IN a state of mere apathy. But I don’t really know. Because perhaps I do not think either.
Ryan D
difficult
time consuming
pieces
thousands
complex
disney
boring
past time
time consuming
patience
lame
penis
bland
headache
oreo
im confused. i dont know how or where or when or why. please help me i need you guide me. im not sure why i feel this but i do. if i only knew how you would respond,,,, so i will keep seeking your help until i find it.
Aubrey
I’m often puzzled. About anything, everything, nothing, all of the world puzzles me. People, animals, objects, weather, atoms, planets, galaxies, voids, hot and cold, lukewarm, words, what cannot be said.
If you get to the end, hit “submit” without filling in your name and stuff, then hit the back button, you get sixty more seconds.
… Puzzling.
J.
I am right now …why you I get a word like this. I feel this way about relationships cause that is the hardest thing to ever really understand(op
oreo
I was puzzled over where to go. Everything seemed blurred. I don’t know where to go from here. I am confused. Puzzles like life are really hard to solve. We dont know if what we think is right is really right. We dont know where to go from one point to another.
cheeno sayuno
Can’t think. Can’t write. Everything in bits. Bits and pieces. Can’t seem to form them. Put them together. Do they even go together? I don’t know. I can’t know. Confused.
exactly what I always am.
the state in which I most often exist.
FUCK this confusion.
I can’t see straight, let alone think straight.
How long?
How goddamn long?
Jake Degler
Puzzled, perplexed, why do I keep returning to this page? Glancing, scanning, trying to uncode or decode this puzzle. His smile, his eyes, why is he new to this? Such charm, such sweetness, personality so great. Why then, was it I that had to be his first? What does this mean?
Can’t figure this out. The lines are not linear, the time is not really here; I am lost.
Find me, where the pieces of earth meet together, and connect me to the pointed poles of the universe.
piecing it together and left in the dark. left with no answers. i’ll leave it for now and come back to it later.
Bria
life. thats all i gotta say, lol. i don’t know what i want to do with my life, i don’t know what i’m supposed to be thinking about her, i don’t know what im supposed to be thinking about him. and im afraid to actually think about anything because i don’t want to be judged. maybe its the safe zone. to be puzzled. because you don’t really have to take a side and opinions are up in the air. no one can put a label on you.
im puzzled at why you’re so bitter. well it makes sense because you had a really shitty childhood and i feel bad for that i guess. but why put it out there enough to bring others down? i feel sorry for you because you don’t know how to retian positivy in your life.
Janet
I’m extremely tired and didn’t know what to do, I was browsing my bookmarks and saw this site again. Yes this is the third time I’ve done this today but I don’t care because, as I said, I’m very tired. I’m currently listening to a very weird song on a site called thesixtyone.com. Quite and interesting site, if I say so myself. New musical artists put their music up on the site for listeners to rate and comment, giving the artists an idea of what their music is like.
Jack
The girl was puzzled, she did not understand what was happening to her, it was all going wrong.
Sophie
i am confused and lost. I don’t understand where I fit
like a puzzle
broken and when I try to fit back together there is one piece missing
must be up inside of the vacuum
or maybe the dog ate it
I am confused and broken
the boys can’t seem to fit the quota
Katie Morris
She walked down the isle, puzzled. the figure at the other end is shrouded in white light, his face an illuminating canvas. white, untarnished, unfamiliar.
I was puzzled by every move of his face. The way he tilted his head was puzzling. That smile that elevated only one corner of his mouth was puzzling. The deep expression in his eyes, always, was puzzling. I couldn’t read him at all.
Carolyn
“What have you brought me?” Shyzab asked. Torin spread his hands wide. He had nothing to give. He felt terrible. He felt stupid. Of course he should have an offering Her. Then Rama brushed past him, knelt before the spare woman, and placed in her hands the five golden bangles that had been Charlotte’s.
“I’m puzzled,” said Timmy, raising his hand in his Sunday school class. Sister Mary, once again, was not amused. “If God can create anything, and is all-powerful, then can he make a rock too heavy for himself to lift?”
“Shut up, you little ingrate,” she replied, brandishing a ruler, “and eat your chocolate bunny like the rest of the class.”
Batman stared at the wall of green question marks. He took the scanner from his utility belt and let the blue beam search the room for clues. He knew Nigma had been here. It had his stink all over it. what was this??
I love that my 3 year old daughter is into puzzles right now. She absolutely loves them. Bless her little heart that she cannot figure them out very well. I try to get her to put the edges on first, but she needs a little more practice.
Kari Norene
The author stood puzzled, befuddled by the havoc his creased fingers had brought forth. No longer was his life black and white, but rather a dull topaz slowly shedding it’s perpetual monotony. Puzzled, the writer quietly put away his typewriter and left the room.
Ashton Slatev
to be confused about something. o.O is kind of what it makes me think about. why did this happen in this way? it puzzles me. puzzles are pretty much exact definitions of what being puzzled is about. you need to work them out..
Andrea Orozco
She was sitting at the computer not knowing what to write about. The sweat began to pour down her face staining her blouse.
I didn’t know what to make of the situation.
He left me sitting there without a hint of what was going on.
I was puzzled by the fact that he left me.
Gone.
Where did he go? Why would be leave me?
I had so many questions, but no answers.
I love that cute, puzzled look you get when ever I say something you don’t understand. It makes me love you even more. Still, it would be nice if you were a little smarter, or at least a little better read.
Castiel was puzzled at Dean’s words.
“So I’m an angel… So what? You’re a human.”
“Yeah, but… Dammit, Cas. I can’t. I just can’t.”
“I don’t understand you, Dean. I love you even though you’re human”.
She stopped. Took another moment to stare at the stranger. Only this time his face had changed. He was familar, someone from her past. No longer a stranger but the boy who had left her in the wake of army fatigues and mending promises. Puzzled, she couldn’t comprehend that he was really here, it was really him. Trembling as she inhaled, she called out a foreign name of a time she hardly recalled.
Puzzling is a particularly pleasant pursuit. Puzzlers purview all possible points of view in their goal of pursuing perfection!
I am puzzled.
No. Puzzled doesn’t begin to cover it.
That she would find him more attractive than me, me less appealing than him–it is a conundrum.
But she can no longer answer. Her hair lies in a pretty dark wave across the faux-fur carpet of our love nest. Her eyes–those lovely brown eyes–can no longer answer my questions. She is empty.
i am puzzled over why everyone thinks they can just walk all over me. i am puzzled why people like to argue with me, and then get upset when i get upset with them. i am puzzled over other people’s behavior, why they act certain ways, and i’m also puzzled with myself.
confused is what puzzled means. things are flying around your head so insanely so you find yourself confused. you are missing a piece of the information you need. it is very aggravating sometimes to be puzzled.it makes you feel stupid. do you ever feel puzzled? i do. when i dont listen in class i feel puzzled. puzzled????????????????????????
It didn’t seem to matter to anyone else but him.
People just walked around, laughing and talking, and shopping and being normal.
The ships didn’t seem to surprise them at all. Not even when they started firing.
Puzzled. This word describes exactly how I feel about a current situation. I’m so confused by the fact that I might love him more. I’m also puzzled as to why I’m on this website. Hopefully one day i’ll be solved. Until then, I’ll j
I didn’t know what it was, that tiny thing, what they called a gift. It was a fragile as a soap bubble, and I thought if I stopped examining it, it would pop.
The changes came in waves that made is body shake. He didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t care. He wasn’t intrigued, but felt that he should have been. This, in fact, was what in intrigued him. Not that he had no control over his body, but that he wasn’t concerned that he had no control over his body. This, he knew, was a sign that he no longer wanted to live.
I stood at the gate to the cemetery looking at the gate with a dumbfounded expression. The sign on the outside didn’t seem to make sense. I couldn’t quite get what it meant. It read, “Closed. See cemetery hours.”
what a word to start with. its exactly how i felt today as a matter of fact. I like this guy, see, and we talk on most days, he’s really someone i’ve grown to like. And over spring break we went maybe about three days without talking at all.. and i did find it strange. So come today, when i see him in the parking lot of my church, with no one else around (mind you), he sees me walking towards the entrance, glances at me, then kept walking. Talk about a puzzling devastating moment. The man, that you really like and care for, acting so unimpressed and unmoved by your presence. Literally broke my heart. Can’t say i know what to think about it, quite honestly. I just know it has left me so unglued, upset, confused and ……puzzled.
I was puzzled by him. He came over, and we didn’t have sex. He looked and me, and smiled. He was strange, and yet so simple. I guess perhaps I wasn’t so puzzled. I was just confused why he would go through the motions when, ultimately, it was a sex thing, not a me-being-cool thing. Why are people such liars? So puzzling.
how i feel when i consider the condition of most people. do they think? do they simply live? how do they feel about life? do they feel about life? do they feel at all? Often I consider that we all are simply dazed. IN a state of mere apathy. But I don’t really know. Because perhaps I do not think either.
difficult
time consuming
pieces
thousands
complex
disney
boring
past time
time consuming
patience
lame
penis
bland
headache
im confused. i dont know how or where or when or why. please help me i need you guide me. im not sure why i feel this but i do. if i only knew how you would respond,,,, so i will keep seeking your help until i find it.
I’m often puzzled. About anything, everything, nothing, all of the world puzzles me. People, animals, objects, weather, atoms, planets, galaxies, voids, hot and cold, lukewarm, words, what cannot be said.
If you get to the end, hit “submit” without filling in your name and stuff, then hit the back button, you get sixty more seconds.
… Puzzling.
I am right now …why you I get a word like this. I feel this way about relationships cause that is the hardest thing to ever really understand(op
I was puzzled over where to go. Everything seemed blurred. I don’t know where to go from here. I am confused. Puzzles like life are really hard to solve. We dont know if what we think is right is really right. We dont know where to go from one point to another.
Can’t think. Can’t write. Everything in bits. Bits and pieces. Can’t seem to form them. Put them together. Do they even go together? I don’t know. I can’t know. Confused.
exactly what I always am.
the state in which I most often exist.
FUCK this confusion.
I can’t see straight, let alone think straight.
How long?
How goddamn long?
Puzzled, perplexed, why do I keep returning to this page? Glancing, scanning, trying to uncode or decode this puzzle. His smile, his eyes, why is he new to this? Such charm, such sweetness, personality so great. Why then, was it I that had to be his first? What does this mean?
Can’t figure this out. The lines are not linear, the time is not really here; I am lost.
Find me, where the pieces of earth meet together, and connect me to the pointed poles of the universe.
piecing it together and left in the dark. left with no answers. i’ll leave it for now and come back to it later.
life. thats all i gotta say, lol. i don’t know what i want to do with my life, i don’t know what i’m supposed to be thinking about her, i don’t know what im supposed to be thinking about him. and im afraid to actually think about anything because i don’t want to be judged. maybe its the safe zone. to be puzzled. because you don’t really have to take a side and opinions are up in the air. no one can put a label on you.
im puzzled at why you’re so bitter. well it makes sense because you had a really shitty childhood and i feel bad for that i guess. but why put it out there enough to bring others down? i feel sorry for you because you don’t know how to retian positivy in your life.
I’m extremely tired and didn’t know what to do, I was browsing my bookmarks and saw this site again. Yes this is the third time I’ve done this today but I don’t care because, as I said, I’m very tired. I’m currently listening to a very weird song on a site called thesixtyone.com. Quite and interesting site, if I say so myself. New musical artists put their music up on the site for listeners to rate and comment, giving the artists an idea of what their music is like.
The girl was puzzled, she did not understand what was happening to her, it was all going wrong.
i am confused and lost. I don’t understand where I fit
like a puzzle
broken and when I try to fit back together there is one piece missing
must be up inside of the vacuum
or maybe the dog ate it
I am confused and broken
the boys can’t seem to fit the quota
She walked down the isle, puzzled. the figure at the other end is shrouded in white light, his face an illuminating canvas. white, untarnished, unfamiliar.
I was puzzled by every move of his face. The way he tilted his head was puzzling. That smile that elevated only one corner of his mouth was puzzling. The deep expression in his eyes, always, was puzzling. I couldn’t read him at all.
“What have you brought me?” Shyzab asked. Torin spread his hands wide. He had nothing to give. He felt terrible. He felt stupid. Of course he should have an offering Her. Then Rama brushed past him, knelt before the spare woman, and placed in her hands the five golden bangles that had been Charlotte’s.
“I’m puzzled,” said Timmy, raising his hand in his Sunday school class. Sister Mary, once again, was not amused. “If God can create anything, and is all-powerful, then can he make a rock too heavy for himself to lift?”
“Shut up, you little ingrate,” she replied, brandishing a ruler, “and eat your chocolate bunny like the rest of the class.”
Batman stared at the wall of green question marks. He took the scanner from his utility belt and let the blue beam search the room for clues. He knew Nigma had been here. It had his stink all over it. what was this??
I love that my 3 year old daughter is into puzzles right now. She absolutely loves them. Bless her little heart that she cannot figure them out very well. I try to get her to put the edges on first, but she needs a little more practice.
The author stood puzzled, befuddled by the havoc his creased fingers had brought forth. No longer was his life black and white, but rather a dull topaz slowly shedding it’s perpetual monotony. Puzzled, the writer quietly put away his typewriter and left the room.
to be confused about something. o.O is kind of what it makes me think about. why did this happen in this way? it puzzles me. puzzles are pretty much exact definitions of what being puzzled is about. you need to work them out..
She was sitting at the computer not knowing what to write about. The sweat began to pour down her face staining her blouse.
I didn’t know what to make of the situation.
He left me sitting there without a hint of what was going on.
I was puzzled by the fact that he left me.
Gone.
Where did he go? Why would be leave me?
I had so many questions, but no answers.
I love that cute, puzzled look you get when ever I say something you don’t understand. It makes me love you even more. Still, it would be nice if you were a little smarter, or at least a little better read.
I don’t know where puzz is leading people or how many have been led to where or why. Who is this Puzz? Is it just an it? Perhaps.