forget about all the times you forgot. Forget about all the times you remembered. Just remember all the times it didn’t matter whether you remembered or forgot. That’s when you were you, when you were at your essence. That was when you were in love.
Karan
i can’t remember a time that i didn’t remember clearly
in fact that isn’t true. i can remember a time where remembering clearly was impossible. i’m remembering it right now
sarahrae
I remember when I was in the 10th grade, my dog died. I cried so much, more than I cried when my grandfather died this October. I never really understood why I cried so much, and to this day I still don’t. But my dog was so wonderful. I loved her so much.
Karen Tennison
i remember once years year years ago when i was young and i would star up and the stars and wonder what it would be like to go so far away. i had so many huge dreams when i was younger. over time ive gained expierence and made a lot more memories
and this curse of knowledge has eaten up a lot of dreams. things i know will never happen. over life you turn your dreams into memories.
nicholas
things from you past, who you are and what you have been. Never forget. Your life,love and end.
hex
I remember the look of you eyes. I remember your face, but mostly i remember your pupils. They were searching mine. Did I hide? Were my eyes diverting yours.
Rebeckyruth
its hard to sometimes….like remembering the point of this exercise or any other for that matter…jesus fuck I like saying jesus fuck. it is perfectly suited for this kind of situation. and sometimes sitch is used for the word situation.
Connor
It wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other before; we knew each other’s faces in and out. You just didn’t remember me as I remembered you; our souls bared for each other. How could you have forgotten me?
Tiphanie
All I can remember is what i think about all day. The memories just flood me and sometimes I get carried away but I really dont care. They are always under my control and what I want to remember and not i can just as much decide as what I want to do. I really love my memories and they are the things that trully teach me lessons.
Esteban
I CANNOT REMEMBER ANYTHING EVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER.
-kate
kate
I can’t see the past from the futer because I have no memory of the past. I have no recolection of the distand befor life. Ar one point I caufght a glnmps of the future while drinkning a latte.
potey
I don’t really remember a lot of things in my life. i guess that means i’m pretty boring. i don’t really think that’s my fault though. maybe. i don’t know. anyways, i think remember is in a lot of songs and shit. it’s kind of a sappy topic. for some reason i think it has a meloncholy connotation. memories are bad i guess.
Roxy
Nah Id rather forget. Thanks though.
kate houlihan
I wish i had the ability to talk to him. I do, just not in the ways i want to. i want to kiss him, and just take him by his long hair and ravish his body. He drove me home and i wanted to yank him to me and kiss him. I want him, and i cannot have him.
Alex
“Do you remember the days that have gone by since we last saw each other, Edward?” Caroline asked sweetly, begging me to remember. “I wasn’t thinking about it, dear. What have I forgotten?”
Jason
I tend to remember too much. I remember painful memories about ones I’ve lost. Even the slightest thing makes me remember, such as smell. I remember what perfume my aunt used to wear and when I smell it I become sad.
taylor
i dont it isnt anything that is right on wrong it just is. time goes by things fly by people die but remembering is so vague. believe what you believe and things will forever be. anything else is too much to bear everythings suubjective
mike
Remember that I hate the way things go when the last time i lol’dlakjnf;lkjqnr;kljnrf;lkjnfklenrf;kljnerfklqerfqerf
asdasd
james is a redhead that is cool and jon is also awesome. Fiu is boring. I hate school. Max sleeps too much. Rose is studying a lot for her test. Larissa procastinates a lot. Kim draws very nice art. Matt is sleeping. My partners for my studio group suck.
Juan
what do you remember the most when tou asssociate the drunken stupor of your youthful years to the mesmerizd guilt you feel when its all over…what is the reason for this drunken love of elation and stupendous validity of existence, for the bite in the kiss of reality? Does it make us feel more alive, to bite the dust, to re-commit, to create and destroy for no final reason.
max
my first dream that i remember was when i was about 4 years old. it was my mom singing touch me by the doors in a purple space ship.
Connor Skutches
Ever remembered a name, but not known who it was? Or maybe a date but with no event.
These names and dates all relate to me, so give me some prezzies or else!
Maize Wallin
i remember it well
the firs time that i saw
your head round the door
cause mine stopped working
i remember it well
taxied out of a storm
to watch you perform
and our ships were sialing
want you here tonight want you here
cause i cant believe what ive found
oh and youre here and i want you here
nothing it taking me down down down
except you my love
blackbird
i remember the last time i saw a shooting star it was with my girlfriend outside my house while i was grilling some awsome soy burgers it was her first star
daryl
THe time that came before this one. The way things used to work and the sting of realiaing they no longer do. And also the best times you’ve had; replay them constantly so they are always fresh in the middle of your brain. Remember that forgetting is a part of life, and making up for mistakes is also a part of life. Remember all the things you intended to do. Forget the things you’ve yet to.
reason
i remember is a stupid book by joe brainerd. i hate that book even though some of my friends swear by it. remembering things is questionable, being a subjective act. i am not sure how i feel about it.
elaine
the aroma of oatmeal simmering
and the silver spoon
bent like the Seine river
dancing at the bottom of the bowl,
me eating breakfast for the last time
as your little girl.
Hannah Wells
Memories are funny things.
Far too much variety.
Happiness and Sadness.
Joy and Pain.
Tears and Smiles.
All one and the same.
Scarlett
Remember that time when you and I were by the seashore. You took my hand and I told you to wait, and you said we had all the time in the world. The waves crashed into the shore and I remember vividly watching the shells and debris from the sand wash away as they’d crash away again.
G
I couldn’t remember the first time I met him. I was nineteen and he was like James Dean, strutting around and dancing like a fool because he’d finally kissed his brunette bombshell. She was long, lithe, and bohemian, curly locks flowing past her shoulders while he’d pressed his lips to her neck. But something about him made me smile, the devilish grins he shot every which-way and the gentlemanly way he handled his almost-fight. And now here I am, the girl who knows and loves all the songs he plays, waiting for my chance. I’ve been around him for such a long time, and I’m finally figuring out that maybe all those months were supposed to lead up to this.
Halston
I remember what I chose to remember. Sometimes I can’t chose and that scares me. I want to forget about what I feel for you…I don’t want to remember how you made me feel…how I loved falling asleep in your arms. I don’t want to remember that I fell in love with you. You haunt my dreams.
Dana
Recalling the thoughts of past lifetimes is intriging for many individuals, but I am not one of them. To remember is to forget, as those memories are buried beneath the soul and if recalled would be released, the thrill of seeing them for the first time gone forever.
Wesley
brando, jesus dieing on the cross, family, school, friends, past, good times, sister, brother, sports, tori, michelle haha, damien, times i can’t remember, fake friends, immaturaty one year, wisdom the next
Aaron
i remember the woman at the family owned mexican restaraunt. she was old and ate alone. there was a meal set before her blank expressionless face. she ate it. shr spke to no one. she paid her bill. when the bus boy cleared her place, there was no record of her visit.
csm
remember when i was limber. i could put my ankles behind my neck and let you have yor way with me. well im definitely limber again. yoga trends got my panties in a bunch. so lets go!
amy mangeli
remember that time when we got in the car and didn’t stop driving?
i don’t.
because you left that day without me.
and i cried like my heart would melt away.
and you didn’t care. how could you do something like that?
i wish i didn’t remember you.
spork
Remember that one special touch, where you caressed my cheek then brushed your lips across mine. With that soft urgency. It was sweet, yet harsh at the same time. I remember that. I remember that’s why i loved you.
Chanda Dawson
Today, I composed the most beautiful piece of music known to man. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what it is anymore.
Michel
Memories are very interesting things. People remember all sorts of things without any good reason, but when they try to remember certain important events, people, or situations, they can’t. The human brain is an interesting organ in this respect. Remembering…indeed.
forget about all the times you forgot. Forget about all the times you remembered. Just remember all the times it didn’t matter whether you remembered or forgot. That’s when you were you, when you were at your essence. That was when you were in love.
i can’t remember a time that i didn’t remember clearly
in fact that isn’t true. i can remember a time where remembering clearly was impossible. i’m remembering it right now
I remember when I was in the 10th grade, my dog died. I cried so much, more than I cried when my grandfather died this October. I never really understood why I cried so much, and to this day I still don’t. But my dog was so wonderful. I loved her so much.
i remember once years year years ago when i was young and i would star up and the stars and wonder what it would be like to go so far away. i had so many huge dreams when i was younger. over time ive gained expierence and made a lot more memories
and this curse of knowledge has eaten up a lot of dreams. things i know will never happen. over life you turn your dreams into memories.
things from you past, who you are and what you have been. Never forget. Your life,love and end.
I remember the look of you eyes. I remember your face, but mostly i remember your pupils. They were searching mine. Did I hide? Were my eyes diverting yours.
its hard to sometimes….like remembering the point of this exercise or any other for that matter…jesus fuck I like saying jesus fuck. it is perfectly suited for this kind of situation. and sometimes sitch is used for the word situation.
It wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other before; we knew each other’s faces in and out. You just didn’t remember me as I remembered you; our souls bared for each other. How could you have forgotten me?
All I can remember is what i think about all day. The memories just flood me and sometimes I get carried away but I really dont care. They are always under my control and what I want to remember and not i can just as much decide as what I want to do. I really love my memories and they are the things that trully teach me lessons.
I CANNOT REMEMBER ANYTHING EVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER.
-kate
I can’t see the past from the futer because I have no memory of the past. I have no recolection of the distand befor life. Ar one point I caufght a glnmps of the future while drinkning a latte.
I don’t really remember a lot of things in my life. i guess that means i’m pretty boring. i don’t really think that’s my fault though. maybe. i don’t know. anyways, i think remember is in a lot of songs and shit. it’s kind of a sappy topic. for some reason i think it has a meloncholy connotation. memories are bad i guess.
Nah Id rather forget. Thanks though.
I wish i had the ability to talk to him. I do, just not in the ways i want to. i want to kiss him, and just take him by his long hair and ravish his body. He drove me home and i wanted to yank him to me and kiss him. I want him, and i cannot have him.
“Do you remember the days that have gone by since we last saw each other, Edward?” Caroline asked sweetly, begging me to remember. “I wasn’t thinking about it, dear. What have I forgotten?”
I tend to remember too much. I remember painful memories about ones I’ve lost. Even the slightest thing makes me remember, such as smell. I remember what perfume my aunt used to wear and when I smell it I become sad.
i dont it isnt anything that is right on wrong it just is. time goes by things fly by people die but remembering is so vague. believe what you believe and things will forever be. anything else is too much to bear everythings suubjective
Remember that I hate the way things go when the last time i lol’dlakjnf;lkjqnr;kljnrf;lkjnfklenrf;kljnerfklqerfqerf
james is a redhead that is cool and jon is also awesome. Fiu is boring. I hate school. Max sleeps too much. Rose is studying a lot for her test. Larissa procastinates a lot. Kim draws very nice art. Matt is sleeping. My partners for my studio group suck.
what do you remember the most when tou asssociate the drunken stupor of your youthful years to the mesmerizd guilt you feel when its all over…what is the reason for this drunken love of elation and stupendous validity of existence, for the bite in the kiss of reality? Does it make us feel more alive, to bite the dust, to re-commit, to create and destroy for no final reason.
my first dream that i remember was when i was about 4 years old. it was my mom singing touch me by the doors in a purple space ship.
Ever remembered a name, but not known who it was? Or maybe a date but with no event.
These names and dates all relate to me, so give me some prezzies or else!
i remember it well
the firs time that i saw
your head round the door
cause mine stopped working
i remember it well
taxied out of a storm
to watch you perform
and our ships were sialing
want you here tonight want you here
cause i cant believe what ive found
oh and youre here and i want you here
nothing it taking me down down down
except you my love
i remember the last time i saw a shooting star it was with my girlfriend outside my house while i was grilling some awsome soy burgers it was her first star
THe time that came before this one. The way things used to work and the sting of realiaing they no longer do. And also the best times you’ve had; replay them constantly so they are always fresh in the middle of your brain. Remember that forgetting is a part of life, and making up for mistakes is also a part of life. Remember all the things you intended to do. Forget the things you’ve yet to.
i remember is a stupid book by joe brainerd. i hate that book even though some of my friends swear by it. remembering things is questionable, being a subjective act. i am not sure how i feel about it.
the aroma of oatmeal simmering
and the silver spoon
bent like the Seine river
dancing at the bottom of the bowl,
me eating breakfast for the last time
as your little girl.
Memories are funny things.
Far too much variety.
Happiness and Sadness.
Joy and Pain.
Tears and Smiles.
All one and the same.
Remember that time when you and I were by the seashore. You took my hand and I told you to wait, and you said we had all the time in the world. The waves crashed into the shore and I remember vividly watching the shells and debris from the sand wash away as they’d crash away again.
I couldn’t remember the first time I met him. I was nineteen and he was like James Dean, strutting around and dancing like a fool because he’d finally kissed his brunette bombshell. She was long, lithe, and bohemian, curly locks flowing past her shoulders while he’d pressed his lips to her neck. But something about him made me smile, the devilish grins he shot every which-way and the gentlemanly way he handled his almost-fight. And now here I am, the girl who knows and loves all the songs he plays, waiting for my chance. I’ve been around him for such a long time, and I’m finally figuring out that maybe all those months were supposed to lead up to this.
I remember what I chose to remember. Sometimes I can’t chose and that scares me. I want to forget about what I feel for you…I don’t want to remember how you made me feel…how I loved falling asleep in your arms. I don’t want to remember that I fell in love with you. You haunt my dreams.
Recalling the thoughts of past lifetimes is intriging for many individuals, but I am not one of them. To remember is to forget, as those memories are buried beneath the soul and if recalled would be released, the thrill of seeing them for the first time gone forever.
brando, jesus dieing on the cross, family, school, friends, past, good times, sister, brother, sports, tori, michelle haha, damien, times i can’t remember, fake friends, immaturaty one year, wisdom the next
i remember the woman at the family owned mexican restaraunt. she was old and ate alone. there was a meal set before her blank expressionless face. she ate it. shr spke to no one. she paid her bill. when the bus boy cleared her place, there was no record of her visit.
remember when i was limber. i could put my ankles behind my neck and let you have yor way with me. well im definitely limber again. yoga trends got my panties in a bunch. so lets go!
remember that time when we got in the car and didn’t stop driving?
i don’t.
because you left that day without me.
and i cried like my heart would melt away.
and you didn’t care. how could you do something like that?
i wish i didn’t remember you.
Remember that one special touch, where you caressed my cheek then brushed your lips across mine. With that soft urgency. It was sweet, yet harsh at the same time. I remember that. I remember that’s why i loved you.
Today, I composed the most beautiful piece of music known to man. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what it is anymore.
Memories are very interesting things. People remember all sorts of things without any good reason, but when they try to remember certain important events, people, or situations, they can’t. The human brain is an interesting organ in this respect. Remembering…indeed.
the first time you fell in love with him