He doesn’t know how he ever became attracted to the thought of making that reserved boy his best friend. Maybe it was the way his chin was angled, or the way his eyes were studiously calculating future possibilities. Or maybe it was the sanguine eyes; quiet and cold, despite the fanning flame it resembled.
Or maybe, it was just fate. But isn’t that a bit cliche.
Study black holes in negative spaces. See where that will take you. You may end up inside out…………………
Aingeala
Long ago, I studied the line of your face, the corners they met at, the shape of your jaw, the curve of your cheek. I used to study the way expressions melted across your face. I know it all by heart now. Can tell with my eyes closed.
Some people just aren’t meant to go to college. I mean, I consider myself to be a very intelligent individual and I am aware that college can better my chances at being more successful in life; however, I am just not cut out for it right now..
Chele
keen on faces, keen on laughter, keen on everything good there is to see. study, study, little expressions. I don’t want to be a part of these experiments any more. I don’t want to see this study published. I just want to know the answers, know the fate and continue forward. but instead here we are, studying and studying
The study took me back in time – back to when Jason was alive, and this had been his province. There was joy and laughter here then, as well as quiet time spent reading in front of the fire.
I study the ants as they crawl across the pavement.
They go, one by one, over a small stick.
I observe their marching patterns and write them down in my notebook.
I am an entomologist.
somebody
From across the room, behind her and just to the left, he can see that’s she not really studying, no.
She’s got her small little notebook open inside her textbook. She’s sketching things, showing him the worlds inside her head, as he studies her not studying.
He’d give anything to be able to stand up, walk over there, and start a conversation. Today’s not that day.
study is something that we must do all the time to enhance our understanding on stuff , we must study so we can achieve good academic results that would aid our path into our future . Being a realistic person i think we should study more so we can score better for our exams and have a better future . Being also a student i feel that studying is very suckish as it is boring and takes up alot of time.
SHANG WEN
When I went into the study I saw her sitting there. She looked so peaceful gazing out the window. I called to her, first quietly as not to startle her from what appeared to be a deep thought. When I got not response, I called a little louder, still nothing. Frantically, I continued to call and run to her. It was then that I noticed, the trail of blood dripping from the side of her temple. The gun was leaning against the leg of the chair on the side facing the wall. It was too much for her, I never thought she would really do it. I guess I was wrong.
jessica poertner
Study. This is timely. Today is a Wednesday and I should have been studying my Calculus. But I guess Wednesday holidays should always be about supposdely doing your Calculus but not doing it. Good thing I’m a sloth.
Kyle
I just couldn’t study. Everything kept rattling. The pages on my book were moving so frantically that the edges nearly cut my fingers wide open. My book started growing. It stretched far across the desk and the words became distorted and started thinning away. The smell of the damp paper started filling the room and the entire book stretched to the size of my desk. Then, it stopped. I heard a creak. Like that of a ship. I noticed something in the center of the book and peeked closer, nose first. A drop of water had developed. And it seemed to be coming from the book. The drop got larger and before I knew it, it was enormous. Not a lot of time passed before a waterfall was pouring out of the pages of the gigantic novel lying on my desk. I sat there as the water filled my room.
I would be studying right now for the classes I keep missing. I would be writing my essay, or preparing overdue assignments to be graded. Instead, I sit here, hollow and miserable. My Grandma died today, and I can’t study when I’m grieving.
It’s. Not easy .
Studying
Or being the
Study
Of someone
Diana
I want to be
a writer
a journalist
a photographer
an explorer
a happy person
i want to study life
to its fullest
the world
every little corner of it
educate myself in small
glimpses of life and culture
i do not need a scholarship
to do that
not a bit
not at all
Åshild
Studying. Practicing. Patience. I wish I could take a course on patience, so that I could stand to practice and study. I could be so much more if I would just apply myself. And no, I’m not a mother. Though I sure as hell sound like one.
I’m going to go now and play that song again for the hundredth time on the piano. I will triumph!!!
I should really study. I have 3 tests next week. In fact, I have an essay due tomorrow that I’ve barely started. But I miss my William. I miss being loved. I miss everything I had and gave up. I want to wallow in misery and I want to forget it all. But I can’t. So I’m avoiding the reality of my homework for the mindnumbing effect of the internet.
I analyze my mind. I study my emotions. I analyze my thoughts. I study every effect to my cause. Its a ripple affect. Everything is based on the energy given off of something else. Is it possible that everything is a study?
He typed his number into my phone and handed it back to me.
“There,” he said. “Maybe later we can study or something?”
Or something?
I wanted desperately to grab his shoulders and plant one on his waiting lips, but I took the phone and pocketed it.
“Yeah, sure, let’s study later.”
A mere cephalopod
Study is the form of writing, reading, watching or observing certain information to help with research or other importance, such as homework or other assignments.
Chocolate is the end of the world.
Jordan
But out of every room in that big, decrepit house, it was the study that held the most mystery to me. It was full of secrets; books, papers, photos and letters stuffed in between shelves and in drawers, underneath and in boxes and stacked one on top of the other. some papers were perfectly preserved and looked as if they had been printed or written only yesterday. but most were crumpled and stained and indecipherable, proof of their age and ancient scars. i spent hours, days, months and years of my childhood in that abandoned house piecing together fragments of history, while my parents thought i was at the park.
sometimes i wonder what my life would have been like if i had done what my parents expected i did. Had playmates or friends instead of making friends with the shadows and crevices of my mind. Played normal games like tag, hide and go seek or cops and robbers, instead of exploring dusty rooms and sinking bookshelves. and read normal children’s story books, instead of unravelling a secret, the no one should have ever discovered.
safe. comfortable.
but this thought usually makes me laugh. it would all be just too boring.
Study Study Study. I study so hard, but i still fail the test. My pneumonic devices have failed me once again, and my mind has gone into overload.
Maddie
As I study his face, i see the anger and misery within, and realize how much he has been hiding from me.
Maddie
He could write well and has improved tremendously especially in his Mandarin language. Primary was bad, his Mandarin went backwards. I sent him to see his first teacher who taught him well but was rejected by her. Her reason, he is not up to her class standard, hard to teach. I was little furious of what kind of teacher is she, but settle to seek solution instead of hatrage.
prrudy
Jeff Spacely didn’t bother to study for his tenth grade nuclear fusion final exam. He instead spent the evening playing anti-grav hocksketbal with his droogs. He saw no reason to go over the materials for the test. He had learned all about that stuff in third grade and really considered it antiquated technology.
I have to study every night for tests. Studying sucks as I have to do it with my mom. Someday I hope I can be so mart that I don’t have to study anymore. Studying takes so long to do. I’d rather be watching
K de
Study, Study, Study, Study
Stress
Cram
Late Night
No Sleep
Coffee
Cram
Oh no
What If?
Studious Behavior
Leah
It has been years since I have studied. I have never been very studios, though I wish I were more so. I am not stupid, just not as smart as I should be! Maybe I should go study something now…
Christine
i study my life too often. i worry about living in between two realities, splitting myself in two. the truth angers me. i wish for the way things used to be, but in such a way that wouldn’t ruin the way things are. minus the studying.
study her face. what do you see? smile line from genuine laughter. dark bags from late study nights. puffy eyes from a tear-jerker movie during a sleepover. glasses from reading too much (but too much is never enough)….
i have designed a list of steps i must take in order to simplify my life, thus reducing the levels of stress i have been faced with in the past few months. i have come to realize that the time spent on my study – also known as the time spent not sleeping, the time spent continuously slamming down the snooze button, and time spent sipping away at cup upon cup of coffee and tea – has to become top priority.
we began to study. as rose strategically pinned up our hair, the two of us studied Q102, all of the songs that would be playing that night. that night was the prom, you see, so we needed to be updated on all of the latest music, you know, in order to dance accordingly. so we sat there studying. a radio station. while putting on make-up. preparing for the senior prom.
helping mario with aepa. books. coffee. library. college. exams. finals. all nighters. nights that turn to to mornings that turn to afternoons and nights again. headaches. notes. laughing with friends. acronyms.
erika
I love how it’s ironic because I’m actually taking a break from reviewing my tests. It has been 3 hours straight and I think I deserve a little Tumblr time.
But here’s a tip, if you don’t study, you’ll end up as a hobo, or a 40 year old virgin.
alyssa rae
It was her moment and she was killing it with kindness.
Elisha took one glance at her understudy and bit her lip as she addressed her manager. “I think I’m sick today. I guess you should ask Jess to take over for me.”
She hoped she’d made the right decision.
Myona
I began to study the room around me. Shades of greyish brown, possibly a khaki color. It’s dismal really. Then I studied the screens in front of me. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” reads my right monitor; always reminding me that Star Wars Rules!
He doesn’t know how he ever became attracted to the thought of making that reserved boy his best friend. Maybe it was the way his chin was angled, or the way his eyes were studiously calculating future possibilities. Or maybe it was the sanguine eyes; quiet and cold, despite the fanning flame it resembled.
Or maybe, it was just fate. But isn’t that a bit cliche.
Study black holes in negative spaces. See where that will take you. You may end up inside out…………………
Long ago, I studied the line of your face, the corners they met at, the shape of your jaw, the curve of your cheek. I used to study the way expressions melted across your face. I know it all by heart now. Can tell with my eyes closed.
Some people just aren’t meant to go to college. I mean, I consider myself to be a very intelligent individual and I am aware that college can better my chances at being more successful in life; however, I am just not cut out for it right now..
keen on faces, keen on laughter, keen on everything good there is to see. study, study, little expressions. I don’t want to be a part of these experiments any more. I don’t want to see this study published. I just want to know the answers, know the fate and continue forward. but instead here we are, studying and studying
The study took me back in time – back to when Jason was alive, and this had been his province. There was joy and laughter here then, as well as quiet time spent reading in front of the fire.
I study the ants as they crawl across the pavement.
They go, one by one, over a small stick.
I observe their marching patterns and write them down in my notebook.
I am an entomologist.
From across the room, behind her and just to the left, he can see that’s she not really studying, no.
She’s got her small little notebook open inside her textbook. She’s sketching things, showing him the worlds inside her head, as he studies her not studying.
He’d give anything to be able to stand up, walk over there, and start a conversation. Today’s not that day.
study is something that we must do all the time to enhance our understanding on stuff , we must study so we can achieve good academic results that would aid our path into our future . Being a realistic person i think we should study more so we can score better for our exams and have a better future . Being also a student i feel that studying is very suckish as it is boring and takes up alot of time.
When I went into the study I saw her sitting there. She looked so peaceful gazing out the window. I called to her, first quietly as not to startle her from what appeared to be a deep thought. When I got not response, I called a little louder, still nothing. Frantically, I continued to call and run to her. It was then that I noticed, the trail of blood dripping from the side of her temple. The gun was leaning against the leg of the chair on the side facing the wall. It was too much for her, I never thought she would really do it. I guess I was wrong.
Study. This is timely. Today is a Wednesday and I should have been studying my Calculus. But I guess Wednesday holidays should always be about supposdely doing your Calculus but not doing it. Good thing I’m a sloth.
I just couldn’t study. Everything kept rattling. The pages on my book were moving so frantically that the edges nearly cut my fingers wide open. My book started growing. It stretched far across the desk and the words became distorted and started thinning away. The smell of the damp paper started filling the room and the entire book stretched to the size of my desk. Then, it stopped. I heard a creak. Like that of a ship. I noticed something in the center of the book and peeked closer, nose first. A drop of water had developed. And it seemed to be coming from the book. The drop got larger and before I knew it, it was enormous. Not a lot of time passed before a waterfall was pouring out of the pages of the gigantic novel lying on my desk. I sat there as the water filled my room.
I would be studying right now for the classes I keep missing. I would be writing my essay, or preparing overdue assignments to be graded. Instead, I sit here, hollow and miserable. My Grandma died today, and I can’t study when I’m grieving.
It’s. Not easy .
Studying
Or being the
Study
Of someone
I want to be
a writer
a journalist
a photographer
an explorer
a happy person
i want to study life
to its fullest
the world
every little corner of it
educate myself in small
glimpses of life and culture
i do not need a scholarship
to do that
not a bit
not at all
Studying. Practicing. Patience. I wish I could take a course on patience, so that I could stand to practice and study. I could be so much more if I would just apply myself. And no, I’m not a mother. Though I sure as hell sound like one.
I’m going to go now and play that song again for the hundredth time on the piano. I will triumph!!!
I should really study. I have 3 tests next week. In fact, I have an essay due tomorrow that I’ve barely started. But I miss my William. I miss being loved. I miss everything I had and gave up. I want to wallow in misery and I want to forget it all. But I can’t. So I’m avoiding the reality of my homework for the mindnumbing effect of the internet.
if u don’t study hard
You won’t make it in life
But it all depends really
On which system you are in
The Babylonian system
Is principled with limitations
The Kingdom System
Is principled with Possibilities
I analyze my mind. I study my emotions. I analyze my thoughts. I study every effect to my cause. Its a ripple affect. Everything is based on the energy given off of something else. Is it possible that everything is a study?
He typed his number into my phone and handed it back to me.
“There,” he said. “Maybe later we can study or something?”
Or something?
I wanted desperately to grab his shoulders and plant one on his waiting lips, but I took the phone and pocketed it.
“Yeah, sure, let’s study later.”
Study is the form of writing, reading, watching or observing certain information to help with research or other importance, such as homework or other assignments.
Chocolate is the end of the world.
But out of every room in that big, decrepit house, it was the study that held the most mystery to me. It was full of secrets; books, papers, photos and letters stuffed in between shelves and in drawers, underneath and in boxes and stacked one on top of the other. some papers were perfectly preserved and looked as if they had been printed or written only yesterday. but most were crumpled and stained and indecipherable, proof of their age and ancient scars. i spent hours, days, months and years of my childhood in that abandoned house piecing together fragments of history, while my parents thought i was at the park.
sometimes i wonder what my life would have been like if i had done what my parents expected i did. Had playmates or friends instead of making friends with the shadows and crevices of my mind. Played normal games like tag, hide and go seek or cops and robbers, instead of exploring dusty rooms and sinking bookshelves. and read normal children’s story books, instead of unravelling a secret, the no one should have ever discovered.
safe. comfortable.
but this thought usually makes me laugh. it would all be just too boring.
Study Study Study. I study so hard, but i still fail the test. My pneumonic devices have failed me once again, and my mind has gone into overload.
As I study his face, i see the anger and misery within, and realize how much he has been hiding from me.
He could write well and has improved tremendously especially in his Mandarin language. Primary was bad, his Mandarin went backwards. I sent him to see his first teacher who taught him well but was rejected by her. Her reason, he is not up to her class standard, hard to teach. I was little furious of what kind of teacher is she, but settle to seek solution instead of hatrage.
Jeff Spacely didn’t bother to study for his tenth grade nuclear fusion final exam. He instead spent the evening playing anti-grav hocksketbal with his droogs. He saw no reason to go over the materials for the test. He had learned all about that stuff in third grade and really considered it antiquated technology.
I have to study every night for tests. Studying sucks as I have to do it with my mom. Someday I hope I can be so mart that I don’t have to study anymore. Studying takes so long to do. I’d rather be watching
Study, Study, Study, Study
Stress
Cram
Late Night
No Sleep
Coffee
Cram
Oh no
What If?
Studious Behavior
It has been years since I have studied. I have never been very studios, though I wish I were more so. I am not stupid, just not as smart as I should be! Maybe I should go study something now…
i study my life too often. i worry about living in between two realities, splitting myself in two. the truth angers me. i wish for the way things used to be, but in such a way that wouldn’t ruin the way things are. minus the studying.
For Sale: 4 bed/3 bed + study B&T home, blt ins; sep lvng fam rooms; main bath + ens; lge deck, district views, dble garage; low maint grdns. Price: Your soul ONO.
study her face. what do you see? smile line from genuine laughter. dark bags from late study nights. puffy eyes from a tear-jerker movie during a sleepover. glasses from reading too much (but too much is never enough)….
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i have designed a list of steps i must take in order to simplify my life, thus reducing the levels of stress i have been faced with in the past few months. i have come to realize that the time spent on my study – also known as the time spent not sleeping, the time spent continuously slamming down the snooze button, and time spent sipping away at cup upon cup of coffee and tea – has to become top priority.
we began to study. as rose strategically pinned up our hair, the two of us studied Q102, all of the songs that would be playing that night. that night was the prom, you see, so we needed to be updated on all of the latest music, you know, in order to dance accordingly. so we sat there studying. a radio station. while putting on make-up. preparing for the senior prom.
helping mario with aepa. books. coffee. library. college. exams. finals. all nighters. nights that turn to to mornings that turn to afternoons and nights again. headaches. notes. laughing with friends. acronyms.
I love how it’s ironic because I’m actually taking a break from reviewing my tests. It has been 3 hours straight and I think I deserve a little Tumblr time.
But here’s a tip, if you don’t study, you’ll end up as a hobo, or a 40 year old virgin.
It was her moment and she was killing it with kindness.
Elisha took one glance at her understudy and bit her lip as she addressed her manager. “I think I’m sick today. I guess you should ask Jess to take over for me.”
She hoped she’d made the right decision.
I began to study the room around me. Shades of greyish brown, possibly a khaki color. It’s dismal really. Then I studied the screens in front of me. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” reads my right monitor; always reminding me that Star Wars Rules!
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