Real. An intense experience that connects you with it. Them with you. You feel as one. Like rain on the back of your neck, or the call from your mother to wake you up in the morning. Togetherness.
Ben
Love
Friendship
Family
Life
Pain
Happiness
Beliefs
leanne
being real is the key to success in everything in life. even though most people choose be fake and hide under masks, what really matters in the end is the reality which will eventually conceal itself no matter what…..
ravancy
The beauty and sheer vastness of that place has rendered him speechless. It was surreal, to be standing there in the middle of that field; that garden, that place that he had longed to see since he was five. He grasped a fistful of fresh lavender, smelled them and felt its tiny blossoms with his fingers, as if its tangibility is the only way he could make his brain believe that they are, in fact, real. That that place does, in fact, exist.
we cannot know that anything in the external world is real
but my thoughts are real
my feelings are real, my hopes, my perceptions;
no, they are only real to me. so perhaps i am not real to you
cogito ergo sum
being real is the key to success in everything in life. even though most people choose be fake and hide under masks, what really matters in the end is the reality which will eventually conceal itself no matter what.
ravancy
Real. You make me feel real. You brighten my day, and I know you will always be there for me. You are my everlasting sun, my faithful spring. You are real to me. And even though we may life separate lives, I know you are real.
Adrianna
We all live in Plato’s cave. The right needle in the right part of that three pound mass of fat and lipids that you’ve got housed in your skull, and I could redefine reality for you.
What is real? I think I know but what if I don’t. Real is the love I have in my heart for life. All the little things we forget to pay attention to as we go about our day. Real is the couple I live next door to. When I see them getting out of their car carrying groceries together into the house. The way they look at each other and help each other in their weakness and old age. Real is the the lifetime they have spent together through all of life’s bumps and joys. Real like that is what I want to be when I am their age. I believe that I have it already with Kris and we will get to be that little old couple next door some day.
Karen
something not fantastic, reality is something wonderful and yet sometimes meaningless at the same time, I would wonder If we are certain that we are living in somewhere real, or not, everything is out of perception right? so what is real or what isnt? my reality is different than yours right?
Real is something that is not fake…real is the knowledge that what you are getting isn’t going to let go of you. I probably sound really silly.
Andrea
Dinosaurs are real. Dinosaurs were real. Dinosaurs where my favourite thing to learn about as a child. There fossils are buried in the ground. Trilobite.
Chris
Real shit, real truth you gotta get real sometimes and sometimes you gotta let folks close to you get real with you too. It’s life. It’s subjective.
Mingo
A spray of red hailed over the crowd and splattered on her perfect package. The cameras flashed. She shrieked and wiped the paint from her face and hair. The mink was ruined.
“Hey.”
I didn’t have to pinpoint through too many connections to figure out the bearer of that scornful voice. What a joy, my personal demon.
I whipped around, fists clenched. “I know you’re not real.” The blood was starting to rush towards my face.
He was sitting on my bed, a goofy smile glued to his mocking expression. “Are you letting the medication decide that for you?”
Real. What is real? Who is to be correct on the topic? I consider myself to be correct, because i PERCEIVE to be real, is real to ME.
Chay Melton
it was hard to imagine it was a alive. it was real. She knelt down toward the still body and placed her hand on its chest. the constant beat of its heart came in a steady pattern as its chest fell and rose.
cassidy Mcclurkan
I could have sworn you were a mirage. Interrupting my life again with your fiendish ways. You bring nothing, but false hope and dead ends causing me split ends in my natural hair. You are a lost lover who is meant to be alive, but are truly a lie.
Storytelldreamr
She approached art in a new way. Her movements around the canvas and each flicker of the brush left tiny, real pieces of herself on the surface. In a startling explosion of crimson and deep blue she unveiled all of her fear and loathing for the world to see.
This was real. It was finally going to happen. Her life was going to change and it seemed like all the decisions were taking place without her having to put any effort into it. This was real, as real as it could get. She was finally going to accomplish all the dreams she cherished!
Lili Frank Robinson
You’re better than the things I make up in my head because your real. I can trace your eyes and your nose and hold you and kiss you
B
What is reality? How can one be real? To live, to breathe, to love, to care… Is it all real? Or is life itself not in existence… It is impossible to know.
Allyson Charleston
To be the raw piece of yourself. To know that everything and anything at that exact moment is as true and pure as it will ever be. The opposite of fake. A surreal feeling to know something is as 100% as real. Yourself, itself, there self.
Jess
This was real. This moment right here was real and she needed to accept that. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breathe. She shook her head and tried not think about what this meant, what it all means. She smoothed out her dress and turned to face her maid of honor, Chloe. “So think I’m ready for this?” she asked softly. “Amanda, you were born ready” Chloe whispered and smiled taking her hand in hers.
wendy
unrealistic timing is speeding past me and what do i think?
we are all molecules, and skin particles, and cells, and organs, and bones, and brain, and muscle, and love.
maybe this is all real.
but maybe it isn’t.
Ashley
Nothing seemed even remotely real anymore.
Everything lost color, my eyes could only see a world of monochrome.
I don’t know when it started to happen, but I gradually began to care less and less about the occurring things happening around me, like how when you age you stop believing in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus, or how you no longer see those fiery dragons protruding out of the castle of pillows and blankets you once made with your siblings.
Words lost their meaning, promises stopped being kept.
I wonder when I became lost.
really annoying to have to compose specific assignments for students who don’t really care about the real world that is really just a pinch away from them. No, but really, I hope to be able to use this activity in class next class, so I hope that it is free and my students can use this activity to help them gain more fluency. Also, it is important to help them just write, really write, to feel the real process as they write interrupted, helping them just exercise their brain in forward motion to
Lauren
Is something we don’t believe in fake? Is something we do believe in real? What is real? Can what is real vary between different people? How can this be? Reality is not what we are told, it is not what we can see, it is not what we can touch, feel, smell or taste. Reality is what we believe.
Ham
Real. find me someone who is, wait… am I? What the hell is real when I really don’t know a damn thing…I can bend my conscience to see any way I please
What is real? Reality is what you surround yourself with- when it breaks your small precious cage or bubble is shattered- and that is reality- the sheer primal force- like a hot knife at your neck- bursting your cosy world of friends, family and fantasies.
What is real? Reality is constantly changing, constantly moving, never static. Reality changes with every movement, moment and emotion.
Michela
KARAN!
lolomgwtfbrbg2gbbq
What is real? Am I real? Are you real?
No.
Maybe.
The matrix said it all, don’t you think?
Reality can only ever be a perception of the mind. So you decide its path.
lolomgwtfbrbg2gbbq
what is real. reality. something more than that. everyone has their own idea of what is real. real can be anything, an infinite number of things can be real. from landing on the moon to following your dreams.
Hollie Mello
It seemed real. At least for me, that world full of crap known as reality.
All my thoughts, the bad things we went through together, the nice moments we had. Every single memory. Real.
The most real thing to me is music. It makes me feel alive. Also gigs. There’s nothing more pure and real than sit outside a venue, waiting in line for your favourite band. You meet so many new people and friends you’ll remember forever. All the memories, dude. Music is everything in this world. It’s love. God. Man, I don’t know.
lina
Real is fake. Nothing is real. Everything is as we imagine it. Real lives inside our own heads, and your version of real is quite different from my real. It’s quite the conundrum.
Real. An intense experience that connects you with it. Them with you. You feel as one. Like rain on the back of your neck, or the call from your mother to wake you up in the morning. Togetherness.
Love
Friendship
Family
Life
Pain
Happiness
Beliefs
being real is the key to success in everything in life. even though most people choose be fake and hide under masks, what really matters in the end is the reality which will eventually conceal itself no matter what…..
The beauty and sheer vastness of that place has rendered him speechless. It was surreal, to be standing there in the middle of that field; that garden, that place that he had longed to see since he was five. He grasped a fistful of fresh lavender, smelled them and felt its tiny blossoms with his fingers, as if its tangibility is the only way he could make his brain believe that they are, in fact, real. That that place does, in fact, exist.
we cannot know that anything in the external world is real
but my thoughts are real
my feelings are real, my hopes, my perceptions;
no, they are only real to me. so perhaps i am not real to you
cogito ergo sum
being real is the key to success in everything in life. even though most people choose be fake and hide under masks, what really matters in the end is the reality which will eventually conceal itself no matter what.
Real. You make me feel real. You brighten my day, and I know you will always be there for me. You are my everlasting sun, my faithful spring. You are real to me. And even though we may life separate lives, I know you are real.
We all live in Plato’s cave. The right needle in the right part of that three pound mass of fat and lipids that you’ve got housed in your skull, and I could redefine reality for you.
What is real? I think I know but what if I don’t. Real is the love I have in my heart for life. All the little things we forget to pay attention to as we go about our day. Real is the couple I live next door to. When I see them getting out of their car carrying groceries together into the house. The way they look at each other and help each other in their weakness and old age. Real is the the lifetime they have spent together through all of life’s bumps and joys. Real like that is what I want to be when I am their age. I believe that I have it already with Kris and we will get to be that little old couple next door some day.
something not fantastic, reality is something wonderful and yet sometimes meaningless at the same time, I would wonder If we are certain that we are living in somewhere real, or not, everything is out of perception right? so what is real or what isnt? my reality is different than yours right?
Real is something that is not fake…real is the knowledge that what you are getting isn’t going to let go of you. I probably sound really silly.
Dinosaurs are real. Dinosaurs were real. Dinosaurs where my favourite thing to learn about as a child. There fossils are buried in the ground. Trilobite.
Real shit, real truth you gotta get real sometimes and sometimes you gotta let folks close to you get real with you too. It’s life. It’s subjective.
A spray of red hailed over the crowd and splattered on her perfect package. The cameras flashed. She shrieked and wiped the paint from her face and hair. The mink was ruined.
“Hey.”
I didn’t have to pinpoint through too many connections to figure out the bearer of that scornful voice. What a joy, my personal demon.
I whipped around, fists clenched. “I know you’re not real.” The blood was starting to rush towards my face.
He was sitting on my bed, a goofy smile glued to his mocking expression. “Are you letting the medication decide that for you?”
Real. What is real? Who is to be correct on the topic? I consider myself to be correct, because i PERCEIVE to be real, is real to ME.
it was hard to imagine it was a alive. it was real. She knelt down toward the still body and placed her hand on its chest. the constant beat of its heart came in a steady pattern as its chest fell and rose.
I could have sworn you were a mirage. Interrupting my life again with your fiendish ways. You bring nothing, but false hope and dead ends causing me split ends in my natural hair. You are a lost lover who is meant to be alive, but are truly a lie.
She approached art in a new way. Her movements around the canvas and each flicker of the brush left tiny, real pieces of herself on the surface. In a startling explosion of crimson and deep blue she unveiled all of her fear and loathing for the world to see.
This was real. It was finally going to happen. Her life was going to change and it seemed like all the decisions were taking place without her having to put any effort into it. This was real, as real as it could get. She was finally going to accomplish all the dreams she cherished!
You’re better than the things I make up in my head because your real. I can trace your eyes and your nose and hold you and kiss you
What is reality? How can one be real? To live, to breathe, to love, to care… Is it all real? Or is life itself not in existence… It is impossible to know.
To be the raw piece of yourself. To know that everything and anything at that exact moment is as true and pure as it will ever be. The opposite of fake. A surreal feeling to know something is as 100% as real. Yourself, itself, there self.
This was real. This moment right here was real and she needed to accept that. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breathe. She shook her head and tried not think about what this meant, what it all means. She smoothed out her dress and turned to face her maid of honor, Chloe. “So think I’m ready for this?” she asked softly. “Amanda, you were born ready” Chloe whispered and smiled taking her hand in hers.
unrealistic timing is speeding past me and what do i think?
we are all molecules, and skin particles, and cells, and organs, and bones, and brain, and muscle, and love.
maybe this is all real.
but maybe it isn’t.
Nothing seemed even remotely real anymore.
Everything lost color, my eyes could only see a world of monochrome.
I don’t know when it started to happen, but I gradually began to care less and less about the occurring things happening around me, like how when you age you stop believing in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus, or how you no longer see those fiery dragons protruding out of the castle of pillows and blankets you once made with your siblings.
Words lost their meaning, promises stopped being kept.
I wonder when I became lost.
Am I real? Or was I just an experiment? Something or someone born into a blessed life but not taken away from suffering.
real lear, really relaxed when I can really write
finger to germ really unreal
not really fluency when you really edit
The regal rebels relate to registered realities.
really annoying to have to compose specific assignments for students who don’t really care about the real world that is really just a pinch away from them. No, but really, I hope to be able to use this activity in class next class, so I hope that it is free and my students can use this activity to help them gain more fluency. Also, it is important to help them just write, really write, to feel the real process as they write interrupted, helping them just exercise their brain in forward motion to
Is something we don’t believe in fake? Is something we do believe in real? What is real? Can what is real vary between different people? How can this be? Reality is not what we are told, it is not what we can see, it is not what we can touch, feel, smell or taste. Reality is what we believe.
Real. find me someone who is, wait… am I? What the hell is real when I really don’t know a damn thing…I can bend my conscience to see any way I please
What is real? Reality is what you surround yourself with- when it breaks your small precious cage or bubble is shattered- and that is reality- the sheer primal force- like a hot knife at your neck- bursting your cosy world of friends, family and fantasies.
What is real? Reality is constantly changing, constantly moving, never static. Reality changes with every movement, moment and emotion.
KARAN!
What is real? Am I real? Are you real?
No.
Maybe.
The matrix said it all, don’t you think?
Reality can only ever be a perception of the mind. So you decide its path.
what is real. reality. something more than that. everyone has their own idea of what is real. real can be anything, an infinite number of things can be real. from landing on the moon to following your dreams.
It seemed real. At least for me, that world full of crap known as reality.
All my thoughts, the bad things we went through together, the nice moments we had. Every single memory. Real.
The most real thing to me is music. It makes me feel alive. Also gigs. There’s nothing more pure and real than sit outside a venue, waiting in line for your favourite band. You meet so many new people and friends you’ll remember forever. All the memories, dude. Music is everything in this world. It’s love. God. Man, I don’t know.
Real is fake. Nothing is real. Everything is as we imagine it. Real lives inside our own heads, and your version of real is quite different from my real. It’s quite the conundrum.