take this route to get to this exit. after the exit we’ll get to the lake and dance under the moonlight.
make sure you’re looking in the mirrors – your hair blows back from the wind while you wear the sunglasses that reflect the world. I’m happy, and you love me.
Kate
We rode along the path, twisting and twining throughout the country. The road tappered off in one direction, very used and very old. There was nothing to do but explore it, so we got off our bikes, and left our old life behind.
Jordan
The new route we took to get to nana’s house was terribly eerie
kristina heppner
love
hurt
pain
life
lovers
boyfriend
cinema
routing
village
school
position
cool
genious
moron
morning
invalid
empty
invoice
sonu
The route to school he used was long and involved using the backroads. It was perfect because it was the only way he could pass by her house. He never saw her but knowing she was inside made him smile.
jessica
They would have to change their route. There was no way to get past the guard ahead. The vault was so close he could smell the money.
the car was on route to the hospital we strayed from the path and found ourselves in a meadow with daffodils at sunset it was beautiful we looked at eachother and realized the path we had strayed from was the one we had taken before she died
maya
There are many routes one can take in life, and yet, I fell all the routes I’ve taken have led me to you. It is because of the decisions I’ve made, the paths I have chosen, that I have found you. Had I not met L, had I not lost her – had I not become the woman I am today, I know I would not be the woman you need in your life, ready and able, willing to love you.
To many, life is a journey comprising of multitudes of routes and possibilities. But all that is needed for an individual is… a choice. A choice is all that is needed to change the world. The consequences of ones’ choice will affect another in a never-ending domino effect. Interconnected through courses of actions and effects, the world is in the hands of it’s people. You may ask, “…But Light, how then does the notion of destiny and fate still exist”? And to that, my reply is please stop talking to your computer monitor; I cannot see or hear you.
i take a route everyday. where ever im going its a route. we use them daily. without one we are lost but at times we make them up as we go, not having one can be boht fun and bad. i also have a router at home for my internet and thats how i am writting this, goodbye now.
ale
this is a big place. lots of things to think about. who you are, and who you’d like to be. This is strange… the longest route is from the heart to the mind. lots of things get lost in translation. Things we need to embrace, and let go.
mvk
The safe route takes many many forms. There’s no map key specifying exactly which thin line is the safe route, so many are likely to stray, and only a few of those are able to handle their own error in judgment.
Lauren Scharf
I had a paper route when I was a kid. When I first got the job it was an afternoon thing. No one else seems to remember this, but my local newspaper used to be delivered in the afternoons (or at least it wasn’t required to deliver it pre-asscrack of dawn). Then once I was a few months in they sprung this 7am deadline on me. Plus I wrecked my bike once doing it and had to walk home with a bent up front wheel and a road rashed side. Oh, and I met the guy from the paper who I had the turn my subscription payments to in a McDonalds parking lot to do the exchange, which always felt shady. Weird memories.
Why do you think that we take certain paths in our lives? The route to success or failure is always different, and there is always a choice involved. We all choose differently, and there are always different paths to choose. How exactly did we all end up here, in one place?
Jaclyn
Life’s route is often looping, long and complex – but ever so often, you begin to see that it brings you back to the place you started from. Is all of the map just a set of circular routes? Why do we go so far to enjoy coming back?
Annd
She took the route along the dirt bike path. Never having been there before, it was interesting to see some new friends. Not unlikely they’d been there for years.
Jaclyn
route is a route that you take to get somewhere. It is a route to a place. Route is a word in the dictionary. It is a word that has an r and an o and a u and a t and an e in it spelling the word of course as route. It is a short word, a good word, a word that is good.
Evelyn
en route to a new life, I am prohibited
exhibited
yet uninhibited
for I
am
in
Love
Corin
pick the one less taken. be unique. take chances. make your own route. dont follow someone else’s plan for you. live to YOUR potential. not to someone else’s. route are man made, make your own. there are tons of choices. and you get to make your own. thats the beauty of it
rachel bechtol
i wish i knew what route to take in life. who am i? what am i going to do with this life? i wish someone could just tell me, but i know the only person to do that is myself.
memyselfi
Route is all about taking a sign and figuring out where you want to go in life. You can either look at the sign and think twice, or you can go with your first instinct and follow where the road may lead. They say you should always take the road less traveled and hey, you never know til you try.
Christina
Happy. Angry. Eh.
Leah
THe route was twisted with vines and I could see the gleaming eyes of the sparrows from within the trees. I grasped my fifth pokeball on my belt: Pikachu. Right? shit I always forget the order. It might be machop… Aw well just throw it!
It is my belief that our lives are lived on the routes. Everyone thinks that it is our destinations that define us, but it is the routes that we choose that make us who we are. Life shouldn’t be lived just to get to the end of the route, but in the adventures we have getting there.
some days i’m so eager to leave, i look up directions to places far far away. i don’t know if i’ll be leaving alone, or if I want you to come with me. but some day soon i’m leaving. i’m gone.
kelsey
the route is
dangerous
from afar
not even survivors
have good words to say about it
but they don’t know the truth
they don’t know the shortcuts
it’s like they’re lying
but i know better
i won’t fall
to those nasty lies
hnilla
It was now that I have realized that life is lived in the route. It’s not the destination that, but the routes that we choose to get there that makes us who we are.
We couldn’t find our way. No one could. The route had been designed for specific people with a specific purpose, even if both the people and purpose were general. They had not been designed for us. And we did not know how to get to that destination. It took us all the time of the journey — the thinking we were wrong — to realize that we had an entirely different destination than the route posited. And that we would get there even if we did not want to get there.
The route Derek took was a familiar one. He walked down his driveway, towards the grocery store, and past the street sign. He went into the woods and over the rock in the the middle of the creek. He went to a place that was his own. A place he knew he was safe from the teasing and mockery of the rest of his life. Derek’s route took him home.
I was on Route 66 and everything there is nasty especially the diner near there and it smelled repulsive and we used febreze in the bathroom. It was a windy day too and the car door almost flew off
My route through this city was the same every time: over the rooftops of the richest people in town. Its always a challenge to avoid the guards on the ground, but they never go on the roofs. they don’t even look up! what ignorant meatheads!
The route to happiness is long and winding. But I’m on my way. I can’t wait to get there, but I know that when I do…I’ll just look for the next route to take me higher. Love that, don’t you? I do.
I was on the way to Lake Havasu with my family and we were on Route 66 where it was very windy and there was a diner where the cokes tasted weird and the bathroom smelled horrible and we sprayed febreze all over it.
A.S.A.
A lot of roads have closed for me lately. On coming home from Tennessee, a rock slide closed the mountain road that was most direct. For that, my girlfriend and I sat in traffic for the next few hours. At home, more were closing for my parents – future divorcees, as they seem to be. A lot of roads are closing, but they treat me more like an adult everyday that they sink into acting more like children.
i took the route to the store to buy some bread. While i drove to the store i hit a blunt. WE call this “hitting the route.” the route was very busy. i killed everyone that i saw on the route. the road was bloody
kosalboth soum
route. what route do i take? it may seem tacky but I’ve never seen any clear route for my life. I may be on the younger side, but I’m running out of time, and my life is going nowhere. I am stuck in the moment. Maybe that’s how my whole life will go. But then again, I don’t have such a problem with that…hm.
take this route to get to this exit. after the exit we’ll get to the lake and dance under the moonlight.
make sure you’re looking in the mirrors – your hair blows back from the wind while you wear the sunglasses that reflect the world. I’m happy, and you love me.
We rode along the path, twisting and twining throughout the country. The road tappered off in one direction, very used and very old. There was nothing to do but explore it, so we got off our bikes, and left our old life behind.
The new route we took to get to nana’s house was terribly eerie
love
hurt
pain
life
lovers
boyfriend
cinema
routing
village
school
position
cool
genious
moron
morning
invalid
empty
invoice
The route to school he used was long and involved using the backroads. It was perfect because it was the only way he could pass by her house. He never saw her but knowing she was inside made him smile.
They would have to change their route. There was no way to get past the guard ahead. The vault was so close he could smell the money.
the car was on route to the hospital we strayed from the path and found ourselves in a meadow with daffodils at sunset it was beautiful we looked at eachother and realized the path we had strayed from was the one we had taken before she died
There are many routes one can take in life, and yet, I fell all the routes I’ve taken have led me to you. It is because of the decisions I’ve made, the paths I have chosen, that I have found you. Had I not met L, had I not lost her – had I not become the woman I am today, I know I would not be the woman you need in your life, ready and able, willing to love you.
There was a pause in the conversation. The table sitting next to us did their best to fill the gap as a loud American voice shouted “Route 66”.
To many, life is a journey comprising of multitudes of routes and possibilities. But all that is needed for an individual is… a choice. A choice is all that is needed to change the world. The consequences of ones’ choice will affect another in a never-ending domino effect. Interconnected through courses of actions and effects, the world is in the hands of it’s people. You may ask, “…But Light, how then does the notion of destiny and fate still exist”? And to that, my reply is please stop talking to your computer monitor; I cannot see or hear you.
i take a route everyday. where ever im going its a route. we use them daily. without one we are lost but at times we make them up as we go, not having one can be boht fun and bad. i also have a router at home for my internet and thats how i am writting this, goodbye now.
this is a big place. lots of things to think about. who you are, and who you’d like to be. This is strange… the longest route is from the heart to the mind. lots of things get lost in translation. Things we need to embrace, and let go.
The safe route takes many many forms. There’s no map key specifying exactly which thin line is the safe route, so many are likely to stray, and only a few of those are able to handle their own error in judgment.
I had a paper route when I was a kid. When I first got the job it was an afternoon thing. No one else seems to remember this, but my local newspaper used to be delivered in the afternoons (or at least it wasn’t required to deliver it pre-asscrack of dawn). Then once I was a few months in they sprung this 7am deadline on me. Plus I wrecked my bike once doing it and had to walk home with a bent up front wheel and a road rashed side. Oh, and I met the guy from the paper who I had the turn my subscription payments to in a McDonalds parking lot to do the exchange, which always felt shady. Weird memories.
A passage, a path. When you have choices of how to get from point a to b there is a best way to go. Choose your path.
Root. Raut. Route 66, HUGE Sonic drink. Long way home. Scenic.
Why do you think that we take certain paths in our lives? The route to success or failure is always different, and there is always a choice involved. We all choose differently, and there are always different paths to choose. How exactly did we all end up here, in one place?
Life’s route is often looping, long and complex – but ever so often, you begin to see that it brings you back to the place you started from. Is all of the map just a set of circular routes? Why do we go so far to enjoy coming back?
She took the route along the dirt bike path. Never having been there before, it was interesting to see some new friends. Not unlikely they’d been there for years.
route is a route that you take to get somewhere. It is a route to a place. Route is a word in the dictionary. It is a word that has an r and an o and a u and a t and an e in it spelling the word of course as route. It is a short word, a good word, a word that is good.
en route to a new life, I am prohibited
exhibited
yet uninhibited
for I
am
in
Love
pick the one less taken. be unique. take chances. make your own route. dont follow someone else’s plan for you. live to YOUR potential. not to someone else’s. route are man made, make your own. there are tons of choices. and you get to make your own. thats the beauty of it
i wish i knew what route to take in life. who am i? what am i going to do with this life? i wish someone could just tell me, but i know the only person to do that is myself.
Route is all about taking a sign and figuring out where you want to go in life. You can either look at the sign and think twice, or you can go with your first instinct and follow where the road may lead. They say you should always take the road less traveled and hey, you never know til you try.
Happy. Angry. Eh.
THe route was twisted with vines and I could see the gleaming eyes of the sparrows from within the trees. I grasped my fifth pokeball on my belt: Pikachu. Right? shit I always forget the order. It might be machop… Aw well just throw it!
It is my belief that our lives are lived on the routes. Everyone thinks that it is our destinations that define us, but it is the routes that we choose that make us who we are. Life shouldn’t be lived just to get to the end of the route, but in the adventures we have getting there.
some days i’m so eager to leave, i look up directions to places far far away. i don’t know if i’ll be leaving alone, or if I want you to come with me. but some day soon i’m leaving. i’m gone.
the route is
dangerous
from afar
not even survivors
have good words to say about it
but they don’t know the truth
they don’t know the shortcuts
it’s like they’re lying
but i know better
i won’t fall
to those nasty lies
It was now that I have realized that life is lived in the route. It’s not the destination that, but the routes that we choose to get there that makes us who we are.
We couldn’t find our way. No one could. The route had been designed for specific people with a specific purpose, even if both the people and purpose were general. They had not been designed for us. And we did not know how to get to that destination. It took us all the time of the journey — the thinking we were wrong — to realize that we had an entirely different destination than the route posited. And that we would get there even if we did not want to get there.
The route Derek took was a familiar one. He walked down his driveway, towards the grocery store, and past the street sign. He went into the woods and over the rock in the the middle of the creek. He went to a place that was his own. A place he knew he was safe from the teasing and mockery of the rest of his life. Derek’s route took him home.
I was on Route 66 and everything there is nasty especially the diner near there and it smelled repulsive and we used febreze in the bathroom. It was a windy day too and the car door almost flew off
Route route route route route route route
My route through this city was the same every time: over the rooftops of the richest people in town. Its always a challenge to avoid the guards on the ground, but they never go on the roofs. they don’t even look up! what ignorant meatheads!
The route to happiness is long and winding. But I’m on my way. I can’t wait to get there, but I know that when I do…I’ll just look for the next route to take me higher. Love that, don’t you? I do.
I was on the way to Lake Havasu with my family and we were on Route 66 where it was very windy and there was a diner where the cokes tasted weird and the bathroom smelled horrible and we sprayed febreze all over it.
A lot of roads have closed for me lately. On coming home from Tennessee, a rock slide closed the mountain road that was most direct. For that, my girlfriend and I sat in traffic for the next few hours. At home, more were closing for my parents – future divorcees, as they seem to be. A lot of roads are closing, but they treat me more like an adult everyday that they sink into acting more like children.
i took the route to the store to buy some bread. While i drove to the store i hit a blunt. WE call this “hitting the route.” the route was very busy. i killed everyone that i saw on the route. the road was bloody
route. what route do i take? it may seem tacky but I’ve never seen any clear route for my life. I may be on the younger side, but I’m running out of time, and my life is going nowhere. I am stuck in the moment. Maybe that’s how my whole life will go. But then again, I don’t have such a problem with that…hm.