Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside? I don’t really know why I wrote all that. I don’t know if I like or dislike my reflection more every day. It’s hard to say. Maybe I need to ‘reflect’ on my life or something. Maybe I need to stop thinking about hwat I need to reflect on.
Pondie
The past few days, I have been looking at my reflection in the mirror. What do I see? A young blonde girl who has done her very best to provide herself with enough opportunities to succeed. But I also see all the scars that the past has left upon me. Reflections are made up of the past and future.
Erika Johnson
mirror
maria
Through that mirrored image that we’ve seen many times, that we know so well, oh that reflection, yes we know, and now we come once again to see it. Nothing has change, nothing but ourselves. That crystalline border in which its cased still holds it tightly and…comfortably. You remarked how great it would feel to be held that way and yes, I agree now, it’s desirable.
e.dawn.k.
i spend a lot of time in my day reflecting on things that will have never and will never happen to me. it makes me sad to think i will probably live an ordinary life and change nothing in the world but i am not going to end my life because of it and i will try to be something.
julia
too much to look at. Too much to stare at. My reflection never clear. fogged up mirrors hide the flaws. That sometimes yr life isn’t the picture you wished for.
Jen Perney
i don’t reflect that often… it’s sad really. its sometimes difficult for me to reflect on things that happen in my life.
reflection. refraction.
resolution?
sara
I hate to reflect. I think of all I havn’t done, and all I have done. I feel guilty and conceited. Reflecting brings out memories you never knew you had, feelings stronger than any other. It means that you are admit things about yourself that you never before have.
Madeline Smith
She looked down and couldn’t believe it-she was standing in water. Standing in water up to her knees and although her reflection was going strong, her memory had started fogging her. What was this mysterious lake? Why was this mysterious lake?
Bridget
reflection can mean so many thing., to look back. to see in a mirror. to write a report for english class. all these things both wonderful and terrible come from this word. this one word. reflection. i suppose it can hurt but more than that it can heal
Madeline Smith
the reflection of the mirror made the man think about who he was. His true self was challenged with the self he wished to be. The years spent to make him who he was, he felt was not under his control. He wished to change it all, to make himself the man he wished to be.
Victor Mora
The water showed him a skewed reflection of himself. There was the waves of dark brown hair and the pale skin, the perpetual frown, and the eyes were just as dark. But his reflection was much more real than him.
maximus
the reflection in the mirror is beyond something that i can control.
Jessica G.
i see your reflection in the mirror and it is creeping me out. it shouldnt be there but it is. then i realized it was my reflection
rachel
I see myself in the mirror or the water. But I don’t like what I see. Because it’s me. I do like when I see reflections on my car, because then I’ve finally managed to clean it, which does not happen often.
jacken
reflections can be in a mirror
or a pool of water if youre in a cheesy film
teachers talking about students relecting on their progress
and priests tell us to reflect on our thoughts and actions
i think mor eimportant is that we reflect on ourselves and how we want to live
alex
reflections can be in a mirror
or a pool of water if youre in a cheesy film
teachers talking about students relecting on their progress
and priests tell us to reflect on our thoughts and actions
i think mor eimportant is that we reflect on ourselves and how we want to live
alex
in the mirror i see a boy faking being a man and im scared. what do i do when people realize i have no idea what im doing and am probably a pretty shitty personn on the inside. it scares the fuck out of me. what if the reflection is
tom
“Reflection,” I whispered. “Reflection is the key. The only way to move onto the future is to listen to the past, to learn from our mistakes, to see what we could do better. We need to reflect.”
Cassie
her reflection gazed back at her from the smooth glass of the mirrior. who will she be she wondered as the person in te mirror waved goodbye. Who will she be?
Lasa Vanth
looking at my reflection is extremely scary. it depends on which reflection to which we are referring. my physical reflection… well… could be improved. my personal reflection… that is downright scary.
i forgive.
richard
what reflection do you see when you look in the mirror? Are you pleased? do you want something different?
do you see what others see? Are you a hero? or just someone else’s?
Who are you and what do you reflect?
Lisa
reflect on time reflect on thoughts memories life what am i doing what have i done was that right was it wrong what should have i done think remember dream and relive what should have been done what was the moment what i should have done i imagine what i need i imagine a moment
mar
i stare into the mirror. I don’t know who I’ve become…I mean I don’t look any different than I did the day before. But something in my eyes, is all I need to know. A spark, a fire, who knows. It scared me and excites me.
kana
She saw her reflection in the mirror. The reflection showed her everything that she was, and everything that she wasn’t. It was as if it was mocking her, and she just hated it. She would never be as gorgeous and perfect as Sarah. She would always just be the average, every-day girl that she was now, and there was nothing that she could do about it.
Cate
there was nothing he could do about the past. it was time to move on. if he were to ever start living again there was a price to pay. that price was the past. it was lost. gone forever. nothing could remain.
Rachel
are eyes a window to your soul? is your reflection in the mirror really who you are? I think your fisical body is not your final self. there’s more. i’m too slow damnit and i don’t like to write in english
kaya
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refection
mike
When I think of powder I am reminded of the child I lost earlier this year. I think of changing the diaper of my little one and the fresh scent of a baby right after bath time. Oh how I wish that I could smell that smell again and feel that feeling of this is my creation and how beautiful are you…. I love this child with every being of my soul and he had my heart from the first look in the delivery room. I just long for the smell of powder.
Amber
i have never had a dream in which i could see my own reflection. i’ve had tons of dreams with mirrors, though. i wonder if that says something. i can see them in the corners, but the don’t matter. i only remember that i should have seen myself in them after i wake up. i wonder.
sean
mirror
myself
water
colour
twin
image
rain
personality
attitude
Emma
boobs. boobs. more boobs. that’s what the mirror said to him. he couldn’t believe that after al these years, working out and dieting, he was now healthy, but still had boobs. what to do though? i mean, it’s kind of selfish to want plastic surgeory, but it’s not like anyone wants to fuck a dude with boobs.
fat dude
I see our reflection, the reflection of the future yet to come. Easy come, easy go. I will follow you. Here I am. I promise.
Katie
i look in the water and i see
everything i am to other and nothing that i am to me.
i wish they could be similar
that others could love me the way i love me
or maybe i wish i could love me like others do.
caitlyn
self-awareness is the goal of reflection. finding what motivates you, wghat causes you to act like you doh
tim
reflection. stuff to do with… god i dunno. reflecting stuff i suppose. i’ve had a long day trying to do my essay. can’t be bothered with this nonsense. reflections are nice though. except when something reflects badly on you. like, i dunno. if u
dunno what i was going to write there. out of time anwyay
Perce
Yuusei looks into the reflection of the water in the bath, the murky reflection due to the rusty pipes and his own soiled skin. He’s aching. Tired. He puts his damp head in his damper hands and lets out a long, low moan from his throat, stretching legs in lukewarm water and wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right then and there. He’s so damn tired. So. Damn. Tired.
The door opens.
The door shuts.
The door locks.
Jack’s footsteps, he always can tell if they’re Jack’s because they’re loud and the strides are long.
“Yuusei.”
He looks up slowly and watches as Jack strips himself and slides in, draining the water, filling it with hotter water. Moving in behind him and wrapping his arms around him. Yuusei settles down, eyes slowly falling shut as he realizes this is just perfect for taking a nap.
Justine
She grazes the mirror with her palm. Her stunning smile shone back at her – full force. For a second, she fell in love with her herself, willing to do anything for that reflection to smile again. And then she blinked.
life is “mirror” or the mirror is an illusion?
Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside? I don’t really know why I wrote all that. I don’t know if I like or dislike my reflection more every day. It’s hard to say. Maybe I need to ‘reflect’ on my life or something. Maybe I need to stop thinking about hwat I need to reflect on.
The past few days, I have been looking at my reflection in the mirror. What do I see? A young blonde girl who has done her very best to provide herself with enough opportunities to succeed. But I also see all the scars that the past has left upon me. Reflections are made up of the past and future.
mirror
Through that mirrored image that we’ve seen many times, that we know so well, oh that reflection, yes we know, and now we come once again to see it. Nothing has change, nothing but ourselves. That crystalline border in which its cased still holds it tightly and…comfortably. You remarked how great it would feel to be held that way and yes, I agree now, it’s desirable.
i spend a lot of time in my day reflecting on things that will have never and will never happen to me. it makes me sad to think i will probably live an ordinary life and change nothing in the world but i am not going to end my life because of it and i will try to be something.
too much to look at. Too much to stare at. My reflection never clear. fogged up mirrors hide the flaws. That sometimes yr life isn’t the picture you wished for.
i don’t reflect that often… it’s sad really. its sometimes difficult for me to reflect on things that happen in my life.
reflection. refraction.
resolution?
I hate to reflect. I think of all I havn’t done, and all I have done. I feel guilty and conceited. Reflecting brings out memories you never knew you had, feelings stronger than any other. It means that you are admit things about yourself that you never before have.
She looked down and couldn’t believe it-she was standing in water. Standing in water up to her knees and although her reflection was going strong, her memory had started fogging her. What was this mysterious lake? Why was this mysterious lake?
reflection can mean so many thing., to look back. to see in a mirror. to write a report for english class. all these things both wonderful and terrible come from this word. this one word. reflection. i suppose it can hurt but more than that it can heal
the reflection of the mirror made the man think about who he was. His true self was challenged with the self he wished to be. The years spent to make him who he was, he felt was not under his control. He wished to change it all, to make himself the man he wished to be.
The water showed him a skewed reflection of himself. There was the waves of dark brown hair and the pale skin, the perpetual frown, and the eyes were just as dark. But his reflection was much more real than him.
the reflection in the mirror is beyond something that i can control.
i see your reflection in the mirror and it is creeping me out. it shouldnt be there but it is. then i realized it was my reflection
I see myself in the mirror or the water. But I don’t like what I see. Because it’s me. I do like when I see reflections on my car, because then I’ve finally managed to clean it, which does not happen often.
reflections can be in a mirror
or a pool of water if youre in a cheesy film
teachers talking about students relecting on their progress
and priests tell us to reflect on our thoughts and actions
i think mor eimportant is that we reflect on ourselves and how we want to live
reflections can be in a mirror
or a pool of water if youre in a cheesy film
teachers talking about students relecting on their progress
and priests tell us to reflect on our thoughts and actions
i think mor eimportant is that we reflect on ourselves and how we want to live
in the mirror i see a boy faking being a man and im scared. what do i do when people realize i have no idea what im doing and am probably a pretty shitty personn on the inside. it scares the fuck out of me. what if the reflection is
“Reflection,” I whispered. “Reflection is the key. The only way to move onto the future is to listen to the past, to learn from our mistakes, to see what we could do better. We need to reflect.”
her reflection gazed back at her from the smooth glass of the mirrior. who will she be she wondered as the person in te mirror waved goodbye. Who will she be?
looking at my reflection is extremely scary. it depends on which reflection to which we are referring. my physical reflection… well… could be improved. my personal reflection… that is downright scary.
i forgive.
what reflection do you see when you look in the mirror? Are you pleased? do you want something different?
do you see what others see? Are you a hero? or just someone else’s?
Who are you and what do you reflect?
reflect on time reflect on thoughts memories life what am i doing what have i done was that right was it wrong what should have i done think remember dream and relive what should have been done what was the moment what i should have done i imagine what i need i imagine a moment
i stare into the mirror. I don’t know who I’ve become…I mean I don’t look any different than I did the day before. But something in my eyes, is all I need to know. A spark, a fire, who knows. It scared me and excites me.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. The reflection showed her everything that she was, and everything that she wasn’t. It was as if it was mocking her, and she just hated it. She would never be as gorgeous and perfect as Sarah. She would always just be the average, every-day girl that she was now, and there was nothing that she could do about it.
there was nothing he could do about the past. it was time to move on. if he were to ever start living again there was a price to pay. that price was the past. it was lost. gone forever. nothing could remain.
are eyes a window to your soul? is your reflection in the mirror really who you are? I think your fisical body is not your final self. there’s more. i’m too slow damnit and i don’t like to write in english
this is a stupid site!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
refection
When I think of powder I am reminded of the child I lost earlier this year. I think of changing the diaper of my little one and the fresh scent of a baby right after bath time. Oh how I wish that I could smell that smell again and feel that feeling of this is my creation and how beautiful are you…. I love this child with every being of my soul and he had my heart from the first look in the delivery room. I just long for the smell of powder.
i have never had a dream in which i could see my own reflection. i’ve had tons of dreams with mirrors, though. i wonder if that says something. i can see them in the corners, but the don’t matter. i only remember that i should have seen myself in them after i wake up. i wonder.
mirror
myself
water
colour
twin
image
rain
personality
attitude
boobs. boobs. more boobs. that’s what the mirror said to him. he couldn’t believe that after al these years, working out and dieting, he was now healthy, but still had boobs. what to do though? i mean, it’s kind of selfish to want plastic surgeory, but it’s not like anyone wants to fuck a dude with boobs.
I see our reflection, the reflection of the future yet to come. Easy come, easy go. I will follow you. Here I am. I promise.
i look in the water and i see
everything i am to other and nothing that i am to me.
i wish they could be similar
that others could love me the way i love me
or maybe i wish i could love me like others do.
self-awareness is the goal of reflection. finding what motivates you, wghat causes you to act like you doh
reflection. stuff to do with… god i dunno. reflecting stuff i suppose. i’ve had a long day trying to do my essay. can’t be bothered with this nonsense. reflections are nice though. except when something reflects badly on you. like, i dunno. if u
dunno what i was going to write there. out of time anwyay
Yuusei looks into the reflection of the water in the bath, the murky reflection due to the rusty pipes and his own soiled skin. He’s aching. Tired. He puts his damp head in his damper hands and lets out a long, low moan from his throat, stretching legs in lukewarm water and wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right then and there. He’s so damn tired. So. Damn. Tired.
The door opens.
The door shuts.
The door locks.
Jack’s footsteps, he always can tell if they’re Jack’s because they’re loud and the strides are long.
“Yuusei.”
He looks up slowly and watches as Jack strips himself and slides in, draining the water, filling it with hotter water. Moving in behind him and wrapping his arms around him. Yuusei settles down, eyes slowly falling shut as he realizes this is just perfect for taking a nap.
She grazes the mirror with her palm. Her stunning smile shone back at her – full force. For a second, she fell in love with her herself, willing to do anything for that reflection to smile again. And then she blinked.