Enraged Hurt Upset Angry Lied To Insane Shouting Yelling
pearl
To say that she looked ragged would be a gross understatement. Lena was a downright mess. Who wouldn’t be after what she’d been through? A lesser person would never have survived. But not Lena, she was as tough as they come.
Im a little rusty, little ragged. little bit broken. guess you could say im a little bit savage. but im sitting here smiling cause i know, you wont start till you choose to go
He was dirtier and patchier in the first place than a Doktor should have been, so it was that much more horrific. There were vials of rust and rot and sickness on the desk against the light.
Mo
There was a man he was thinking that he was very ragged and he started to fall and paint a picture at the same time it was very weird for the man because he is a ghost.
Callie
Ragged clothes, ragged heart. The two don’t necessarily go together. In fact, they often don’t. The edges of a net, the edges of a hole, the edges of a break. All these things are ragged. And very few of them are reparable.
Percy
A ragged old dog. Just a dog. Sitting there panting in the heat. He was watching for his master to come back. He was a loyal ragged old dog. He loved his master but his master had just killed a man. And he was burying the body while the loyal ragged old dog sat and waited.
Sazzle
“You remember something.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“Just a little bit,” I said, my breathing becoming as ragged as my nerves. “I was a writer and an artist, but I never seemed to be able to find enough time alone to get much done.” I snorted derisively. “That doesn’t seem to be an issue NOW.”
“Perhaps there is another question you should be addressing.”
“What is it?”
“Why are you referring to yourself in the past tense?”
the ragged old man wore ragged old trousers. Then one day he found some nice new ones when he was out walking in the woods. He put them on and felt instantly less ragged. He then went for a walk in his new trousers!
Paul Deacon
Yes. Exactly. No sleeping, just going. But what a wonderful way to run oneself ragged. Cooking, cleaning, working towards a sustainable life and household. Work hard, play hard, I feel fortunate to be doing what I do. Don’t know what else to say about it other than, this is the way I am used to living. Gotta love it.
Celestia
When I was little I had a doll, names Raggedy Ann. She was my ragged doll. I loved her with all my heart, but my mother told me she was “too ragged” to be a childs toy, and she took it.
That is the tale of my ragged doll.
cora
My nails are so ragged. It’s because they’re in and out of water a lot. Must remember to file them regularly or they break and are so painful no one wants to live with me.
My teeth are much the same.
L.S. Drax
ragged doll, living in a movie, black tie, sipping in the louvre, bad times always on the tv, singing for another time. IN MY MOVIE, THERE ARE NO LONERS, ALWAYS TROUBLE, NO DRAMA ANYMORE.
Pam
His heart was ragged. He neglected his heart for his mind, not knowing how to balance the two he fell victim to headaches, panic attacks and frequent depression of the heart. He began to meditate from the heart, eat live foods, letting love in and he began to heal.
The mountain was ragged yet i continuted on. Ragged red faced russians walk across the empty battle field. Victory never felt so sweet, nor did it feel so ragged. Why did victory feel ragged you might ask. Because ragged is the word of the century.
Clark Minor
i have no idea of what it is. if it was reggae, i would probably say something about parties in my friends house, or the music, or something related to marijuana.
My flesh is as ragged as the edges of my desk. It need’s that special touch of yours that would close it’s serrated wounds. Please heal me, please don’t take away that touch of yours. I need it, I need you. Don’t stop.
Francisco
The doll I used to have when I was little was ragged… I don’t know where it is now. I don’t think we had the typical Doll-Girl relationship. I didn’t really care that it was there. I would get new toys; It’d sit there unloved. What’s an old ragged toy to me? Nothing really.
I’ve worn this nightshirt for 28 years now. Its lost the cuffs on both sleeves and been mended too many times to count around the collar. My mother would call it a raggedy schmata. Each time I slip it on I smile at the memories that come surging back only to fade away in minutes. I never remember to follow the path of those memories. I never mention them to my family. I just enjoy them for a moment and let them slip away to be greeted with a smile when they return the next night.
ls1of3
There was a ragged dog walking down the street. Even the homeless bums cared not for him. The dog was skinny and had large bald patches all over. He was nearing death. Only one person seemed to notice the dog. I small girl who was with her mother outside the flower shop.
She tightly grasped the ragged dolls in her hands. She was barley covered in tattered clothes and bruises dotted her body. She limped around the sidewalk. You could barley see her face because it was behind the thin, greasy hair, YET she had a bright smile painted on her face. In my head, I traced the path she was walking it-circle. I wondered how this girl still managed to be happy.
My nerves are ragged, my mind is ragged, my soul is ragged. My skin is ragged, my flesh is ragged, the blood is leaving ragged lines as it runs down my leg.
These jeans have been ragged across the bottom for months now, but I keep wearing them. Some people have complained and asked me, “Why don’t you just throw them away?” Well, they remind me of my heart and you wouldn’t ask me to throw my heart away, would you? Love does that to you, though. Or, rather, the loss of love. Is it better to have loved and lost then to have not loved at all? I think I’d rather have not loved. Ignorance is bliss.
Andrea
Torn apart into pieces with no clear edge. The homeless. But they aren’t necessarily ragged are they? Their circumstance is. Their clothes are, but maybe not them. They good be the happiest person we’ll ever meet. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Ragged.
Leah
ragged is a word that is slang. it can mean a person has been made fun of hince,”i ragged on you last week.” i think ragged can also mean something along the lines of multiple rags as a plural.
Another day at the office, Clint was looking particularly dapper today- due in part to the cute new temp who he had met at the coffee machine a few days previous. A man of charm and genius, unfortunately his co-ordination was in need of development; a dangerous flaw when combined with a hungry shredder and a dangling tie- needless to say, although he would live to fight another day, the hastily snapped camera phone image of his being drawn towards a world of obselete words and ribbon strewn destruction with wild fear in his eyes and a bodily submission to his fate meant he would not be getting the girl. Ragged and torn, much like his ego, his tie would serve as a choking memory.
I am ragged from moving from the west coast to the east coast. i had to get rid of a lot of stuff and only move the stuff we could afford to move. so now i have so much less stuff. why do we love our stuff so much? especially when so much can be put on an ipod or made smaller or more efficiently or ordered online. i miss my stuff. i have so few stuff now. better by new stuff.
justina walford
She gets a bad rap, but I thought raggedy anne was not only rambunctious, but very sexy. She could shake it with the best of the best of them. I mean, honey swing me some of that swagger.
Mark
laughed at aloud at the appropriateness right now of this word. Then cried as the words to express it refused to be coaxed; dragging their feet, turning their heads and scratching at their ropes, clinging safely to the same nouns that bound them at the bottom of the sentence chain.
my hangnails is ragged. it’s annoying and i hate the fact that it’s there and it bugs me and i can’t do anything about it. eesh. personal hygiene fail! that’s all i got for ragged. i can’t get my mind off of it. sad.
ragged sounds a lot like.. rugged. ragged reminds me of a carpet thats getting frayed at the edges. people can be ragged. but i dont think its a bad thing. its just… a word that describes imperfection. if something is rough at the edges it doesnt mean its not beautiful, right? i think so.
Sara Seferian
I would currently be descriped as ragged… NOT because my soul is torn up and my life is in shaters ramble ramble emo emo bullsh*t. But because I have a cold and am wearing ripped jeans. There it is in the literal sense of the word for once.
Lexi
Filthy, old, and very ugly. Ragged clothing, for example. This is not something I’d wear. However, something a lot of my friends do wear. This does not always look too bad on them, sometimes it suits them or their personality.
Kamelia
Too many years of smoking had broken down her voice, her body, her lungs. Her cough came out ragged, ripping through whatever was left and emerging as the sound of her life.
Jennie
The ragged clothing that provided just the smallest bit of warmth, was wrapped around my shoulders, reducing my shivering. These are the clothes of a runaway, a failure, a small girl with her own baby. My darling Alyssa has the warmer clothes out of the two of us, but I just didn’t want her getting sick.
i think that i have been run ragged by the events of the past 24 hours in which i was involved in a car accident, i was going down the street minding my own business driving quite legally mind you and under the speed limit on a snowy day and i crossed a minor intersection and KAWHAMMY out of nowhere comes t
Steve
I’m feeling ragged today. Disheveled and unkempt. Maybe I should get out of bed and start my day earlier. But my elevated nest is too comfortable to resist. Maybe 5 more minutes of sleep….
My hair was ragged as I pulled myself into the building. The wind had torn at it and tossed it around. I gasped. I would never be allowed to the party looking like this! I had to go back home to clean up the ragged mess that was my hair
ragged and tired
a little doll is now worn down with being loved and cuddled for many years
ragged dress and worn out shoes hair that is disarrayed
yet still LOVED
Enraged Hurt Upset Angry Lied To Insane Shouting Yelling
To say that she looked ragged would be a gross understatement. Lena was a downright mess. Who wouldn’t be after what she’d been through? A lesser person would never have survived. But not Lena, she was as tough as they come.
Im a little rusty, little ragged. little bit broken. guess you could say im a little bit savage. but im sitting here smiling cause i know, you wont start till you choose to go
He was dirtier and patchier in the first place than a Doktor should have been, so it was that much more horrific. There were vials of rust and rot and sickness on the desk against the light.
There was a man he was thinking that he was very ragged and he started to fall and paint a picture at the same time it was very weird for the man because he is a ghost.
Ragged clothes, ragged heart. The two don’t necessarily go together. In fact, they often don’t. The edges of a net, the edges of a hole, the edges of a break. All these things are ragged. And very few of them are reparable.
A ragged old dog. Just a dog. Sitting there panting in the heat. He was watching for his master to come back. He was a loyal ragged old dog. He loved his master but his master had just killed a man. And he was burying the body while the loyal ragged old dog sat and waited.
“You remember something.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“Just a little bit,” I said, my breathing becoming as ragged as my nerves. “I was a writer and an artist, but I never seemed to be able to find enough time alone to get much done.” I snorted derisively. “That doesn’t seem to be an issue NOW.”
“Perhaps there is another question you should be addressing.”
“What is it?”
“Why are you referring to yourself in the past tense?”
the ragged old man wore ragged old trousers. Then one day he found some nice new ones when he was out walking in the woods. He put them on and felt instantly less ragged. He then went for a walk in his new trousers!
Yes. Exactly. No sleeping, just going. But what a wonderful way to run oneself ragged. Cooking, cleaning, working towards a sustainable life and household. Work hard, play hard, I feel fortunate to be doing what I do. Don’t know what else to say about it other than, this is the way I am used to living. Gotta love it.
When I was little I had a doll, names Raggedy Ann. She was my ragged doll. I loved her with all my heart, but my mother told me she was “too ragged” to be a childs toy, and she took it.
That is the tale of my ragged doll.
My nails are so ragged. It’s because they’re in and out of water a lot. Must remember to file them regularly or they break and are so painful no one wants to live with me.
My teeth are much the same.
ragged doll, living in a movie, black tie, sipping in the louvre, bad times always on the tv, singing for another time. IN MY MOVIE, THERE ARE NO LONERS, ALWAYS TROUBLE, NO DRAMA ANYMORE.
His heart was ragged. He neglected his heart for his mind, not knowing how to balance the two he fell victim to headaches, panic attacks and frequent depression of the heart. He began to meditate from the heart, eat live foods, letting love in and he began to heal.
The mountain was ragged yet i continuted on. Ragged red faced russians walk across the empty battle field. Victory never felt so sweet, nor did it feel so ragged. Why did victory feel ragged you might ask. Because ragged is the word of the century.
i have no idea of what it is. if it was reggae, i would probably say something about parties in my friends house, or the music, or something related to marijuana.
My flesh is as ragged as the edges of my desk. It need’s that special touch of yours that would close it’s serrated wounds. Please heal me, please don’t take away that touch of yours. I need it, I need you. Don’t stop.
The doll I used to have when I was little was ragged… I don’t know where it is now. I don’t think we had the typical Doll-Girl relationship. I didn’t really care that it was there. I would get new toys; It’d sit there unloved. What’s an old ragged toy to me? Nothing really.
I’ve worn this nightshirt for 28 years now. Its lost the cuffs on both sleeves and been mended too many times to count around the collar. My mother would call it a raggedy schmata. Each time I slip it on I smile at the memories that come surging back only to fade away in minutes. I never remember to follow the path of those memories. I never mention them to my family. I just enjoy them for a moment and let them slip away to be greeted with a smile when they return the next night.
There was a ragged dog walking down the street. Even the homeless bums cared not for him. The dog was skinny and had large bald patches all over. He was nearing death. Only one person seemed to notice the dog. I small girl who was with her mother outside the flower shop.
She tightly grasped the ragged dolls in her hands. She was barley covered in tattered clothes and bruises dotted her body. She limped around the sidewalk. You could barley see her face because it was behind the thin, greasy hair, YET she had a bright smile painted on her face. In my head, I traced the path she was walking it-circle. I wondered how this girl still managed to be happy.
My nerves are ragged, my mind is ragged, my soul is ragged. My skin is ragged, my flesh is ragged, the blood is leaving ragged lines as it runs down my leg.
The ragged letter lay on the rain-drenched concrete, the ink bleeding the paper a dirty blue.
These jeans have been ragged across the bottom for months now, but I keep wearing them. Some people have complained and asked me, “Why don’t you just throw them away?” Well, they remind me of my heart and you wouldn’t ask me to throw my heart away, would you? Love does that to you, though. Or, rather, the loss of love. Is it better to have loved and lost then to have not loved at all? I think I’d rather have not loved. Ignorance is bliss.
Torn apart into pieces with no clear edge. The homeless. But they aren’t necessarily ragged are they? Their circumstance is. Their clothes are, but maybe not them. They good be the happiest person we’ll ever meet. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Ragged.
ragged is a word that is slang. it can mean a person has been made fun of hince,”i ragged on you last week.” i think ragged can also mean something along the lines of multiple rags as a plural.
Another day at the office, Clint was looking particularly dapper today- due in part to the cute new temp who he had met at the coffee machine a few days previous. A man of charm and genius, unfortunately his co-ordination was in need of development; a dangerous flaw when combined with a hungry shredder and a dangling tie- needless to say, although he would live to fight another day, the hastily snapped camera phone image of his being drawn towards a world of obselete words and ribbon strewn destruction with wild fear in his eyes and a bodily submission to his fate meant he would not be getting the girl. Ragged and torn, much like his ego, his tie would serve as a choking memory.
I am ragged from moving from the west coast to the east coast. i had to get rid of a lot of stuff and only move the stuff we could afford to move. so now i have so much less stuff. why do we love our stuff so much? especially when so much can be put on an ipod or made smaller or more efficiently or ordered online. i miss my stuff. i have so few stuff now. better by new stuff.
She gets a bad rap, but I thought raggedy anne was not only rambunctious, but very sexy. She could shake it with the best of the best of them. I mean, honey swing me some of that swagger.
laughed at aloud at the appropriateness right now of this word. Then cried as the words to express it refused to be coaxed; dragging their feet, turning their heads and scratching at their ropes, clinging safely to the same nouns that bound them at the bottom of the sentence chain.
my hangnails is ragged. it’s annoying and i hate the fact that it’s there and it bugs me and i can’t do anything about it. eesh. personal hygiene fail! that’s all i got for ragged. i can’t get my mind off of it. sad.
ragged sounds a lot like.. rugged. ragged reminds me of a carpet thats getting frayed at the edges. people can be ragged. but i dont think its a bad thing. its just… a word that describes imperfection. if something is rough at the edges it doesnt mean its not beautiful, right? i think so.
I would currently be descriped as ragged… NOT because my soul is torn up and my life is in shaters ramble ramble emo emo bullsh*t. But because I have a cold and am wearing ripped jeans. There it is in the literal sense of the word for once.
Filthy, old, and very ugly. Ragged clothing, for example. This is not something I’d wear. However, something a lot of my friends do wear. This does not always look too bad on them, sometimes it suits them or their personality.
Too many years of smoking had broken down her voice, her body, her lungs. Her cough came out ragged, ripping through whatever was left and emerging as the sound of her life.
The ragged clothing that provided just the smallest bit of warmth, was wrapped around my shoulders, reducing my shivering. These are the clothes of a runaway, a failure, a small girl with her own baby. My darling Alyssa has the warmer clothes out of the two of us, but I just didn’t want her getting sick.
i think that i have been run ragged by the events of the past 24 hours in which i was involved in a car accident, i was going down the street minding my own business driving quite legally mind you and under the speed limit on a snowy day and i crossed a minor intersection and KAWHAMMY out of nowhere comes t
I’m feeling ragged today. Disheveled and unkempt. Maybe I should get out of bed and start my day earlier. But my elevated nest is too comfortable to resist. Maybe 5 more minutes of sleep….
My hair was ragged as I pulled myself into the building. The wind had torn at it and tossed it around. I gasped. I would never be allowed to the party looking like this! I had to go back home to clean up the ragged mess that was my hair
ragged and tired
a little doll is now worn down with being loved and cuddled for many years
ragged dress and worn out shoes hair that is disarrayed
yet still LOVED