“They’ll never get together by themselves” she thought bitterly. She could not believe her very own role in this story: she was not meant to play the lover, but the match-maker. He was perfect for her, but she was not perfect for him… She, the other one, was actually more suited for him.
mess
just a mess.
help people out of property poverty
so they can help…themselves?
what even is a self anyway?
of fuck just shoot me when I do that
my whole BEING shakes with embarrassment
SO META
oh I cry with irony
is this for me anyway?
themselves are one.One in difference.They need to come up with other than themselves.themselves equal lame.themselves talked to each other in a lame way
nabila
I don’t know what to do.
they go in and then out
among themselves
undulation
duly
duly
duly
honey in the hair
honey in the air
whiskey running loving
cunning
people
that I’ll never know
preening themselves
I’ll never know anything but them
that’s it
that’s just it
that’s all I’ll ever know
them and their selves
theirselves
them
them
them
Jen
These people only care about themselves. They are evil creatures that lurk everywhere you turn. I am one of these.
Christal
These are people who only like each other. They are evil creatures that lurk everywhere you turn. I am one of these.
Christal
Themselves. What did they do by themselves? What if they did nothing? What if they did it all? What if they cured cancer? What if they went to the moon or walked atop the ocean? What if they had AIDs that they caught: themselves.
brandy
?sevlesmeht ylurt reve si ohw
Tara
themselves. they are always thinking of themselves. selfish. or is it good to be selfish sometimes? maybe.
S
We keep to ourselves
And we have this crazy idea
That we all know how to fix ourselves
Because deep down
We are all broken
And we are all left trying
To find all the pieces
And put them together ourselves
something hit them in the gut when they thought of their lidless eyes, themselves wondering just how it was they got to be so anomalous and rescinded their power over angels and demons to the great goodness.
Harper Gilbert
us and them. themselves. the other. they can please themselves. them +selves. Who are they? I feel like one of them. I certainly don’t feel like an us.
Rose
Everyone should just be themselves. If that even means anything. Who is yourself? If you do something, doesn’t that automatically make it you? How can you be authentic? It’s a load of crap I guess.
Erin
Everything they did was for themselves. Everything. But let’s be honest here. What isn’t for themselves? What isn’t for ourselves? Nothing in the world is purely selfless. Even the smallest acts of kindness are the biggest acts of selfishness. It’s a benefit-ourselves-only world.
They hugged themselves. They had nobody else to do it for them. If only they could find each other. They caught a glance of each other, once, while they both were on the subway. They hugged themselves thinking of it.
Ariana
Some people thought that they were strange, that they were unique. But, in all honesty, they were themselves. They were the people of the earth, the brilliant, dazzling people with the eyes that stared at the skies and the minds that wondered at everything. They were a fresh breath of air, the warm curl of water. Every day, all the time.
Everything they did was for themselves. There wasn’t one thing they did that was purely selfless; and let’s be honest, what is? Everything that is done in the world is an act for your own benefit. For their benefit. That’s it. Even the smallest act of kindness is a big act of selfishness.
Cayla
If those who love
and hate like fools are merely
figments of God’s imagination
then
what becomes of the golden rays
of thought that shine upon
themselves?
Poet
I hear THEM walking… I think they’re waiting out there… I don’t know what to do… Need to get out of here, but I can’t all I here is footsteps
Kiril Palaveev
It was all about themselves. They never thought about me, not that I could blame them. But I was still there guiding them bit by bit until now. Now, I’m not sure if I want to do this. No thanks. Even if they could see me I doubt they would say thank you. That’s the thing about humans, though, they never say thanks. We help them but they want all the credit for themselves.
Claire
Individuality is a fabricated concept
invented to make us think we’re all so special
but really, when we get together we conform into
massive blobs of unoriginal homogeneity
montse
ourselves. yourself. myself. we’re all together in this great abyss of a world, but they, them, those people over there. they keep to themselves. who are they? well, they are, simply put, themselves.
Eleanor
Themselves they are, and that’s all I know. I’d like to be original, a you or a me, but family chains bond me. I would like to be special and scream my name loud, but it’s lost in the crowd.
Rose
they left their parents
they left their husbands and wives
they ran to the mountains
to be Themselves
they are there to this day
up there being
Themselves
g
Are coming from outer selves and feel a beginning reaching inner. The are themselves and no one else. Give and take a new day. Being themselves. Ourselves can only wonder. Gazing in wonder.
Omi Miself
and they saw themselves for the first time
in each other. and their selves
became a them for the first time.
Maria
we are not one
but each other
a self
so we keep to
ourselves
and they keep to
themselves
elves
elf
zoe
Themselves, everybody is always talking about themselves. What if some day, somebody starts thinking about the other person? What woul happen if you ask the person who is sitting next to you: How are you? What is your name? What are you dreams?
Maria
they told the students to be themselves. wrote it on motivational posters, jimmy eat world sang it into my 11 year old ears. i thought that wearing black converse in the sixth grade was enough to make me myself.
Jessi
keep it, i don’t need it
i’ll get by with my own two hands
just me versus the world
I see them everyday.
Arms linked; Palms sweaty.
Ever since she met him it’s always been about him.
About them. God; I hate them.
I hate them so much.
But I love her.
Maddy
why is it that all my exes seem to do is think of themselves until i leave them
four or five years later and you’re still trying hold conversation with me
at times i sit back and ask myself if im being too mean but then you just remind me why things are the way they are
and how i want to leave them that way….
why is it that all my exes seem to do is think of themselves until i leave them
four or five years later and you’re still trying hold conversation with me
at times i sit back and ask myself if im being too mean but then you just remind me why things are the way they are
they themselves were the only people who knew. The world was going to end. But it is still going to be there, because they themselves know. Why? Because that is the way they themselves wanted it to be.
Wargyle
they were talking to each other. Alone, at the edge of the play ground. The kids that sat under the trees, pretending to brew potions that would turn all the other kids into minions. They were unique. The dominated. Their parents feared them. They were utterly themselves.
Emma Rose
the people
they victimize themselves
like prisoners
for what reason
i dont know
whatever
Katherine
they think to themselves wading and sinking in their own thoughts.
Blanche
they’re world contains only them… they are so stuck inside themselves that they don’t realize
they are ruining it for us
but they are scarring their own life too.
“They’ll never get together by themselves” she thought bitterly. She could not believe her very own role in this story: she was not meant to play the lover, but the match-maker. He was perfect for her, but she was not perfect for him… She, the other one, was actually more suited for him.
They can’t feel themselves
Daleks ruin humanity
the cockroach of the universe
but somehow they are always
stepped on
mess
just a mess.
help people out of property poverty
so they can help…themselves?
what even is a self anyway?
of fuck just shoot me when I do that
my whole BEING shakes with embarrassment
SO META
oh I cry with irony
is this for me anyway?
themselves are one.One in difference.They need to come up with other than themselves.themselves equal lame.themselves talked to each other in a lame way
I don’t know what to do.
they go in and then out
among themselves
undulation
duly
duly
duly
honey in the hair
honey in the air
whiskey running loving
cunning
people
that I’ll never know
preening themselves
I’ll never know anything but them
that’s it
that’s just it
that’s all I’ll ever know
them and their selves
theirselves
them
them
them
These people only care about themselves. They are evil creatures that lurk everywhere you turn. I am one of these.
These are people who only like each other. They are evil creatures that lurk everywhere you turn. I am one of these.
Themselves. What did they do by themselves? What if they did nothing? What if they did it all? What if they cured cancer? What if they went to the moon or walked atop the ocean? What if they had AIDs that they caught: themselves.
?sevlesmeht ylurt reve si ohw
themselves. they are always thinking of themselves. selfish. or is it good to be selfish sometimes? maybe.
We keep to ourselves
And we have this crazy idea
That we all know how to fix ourselves
Because deep down
We are all broken
And we are all left trying
To find all the pieces
And put them together ourselves
something hit them in the gut when they thought of their lidless eyes, themselves wondering just how it was they got to be so anomalous and rescinded their power over angels and demons to the great goodness.
us and them. themselves. the other. they can please themselves. them +selves. Who are they? I feel like one of them. I certainly don’t feel like an us.
Everyone should just be themselves. If that even means anything. Who is yourself? If you do something, doesn’t that automatically make it you? How can you be authentic? It’s a load of crap I guess.
Everything they did was for themselves. Everything. But let’s be honest here. What isn’t for themselves? What isn’t for ourselves? Nothing in the world is purely selfless. Even the smallest acts of kindness are the biggest acts of selfishness. It’s a benefit-ourselves-only world.
They hugged themselves. They had nobody else to do it for them. If only they could find each other. They caught a glance of each other, once, while they both were on the subway. They hugged themselves thinking of it.
Some people thought that they were strange, that they were unique. But, in all honesty, they were themselves. They were the people of the earth, the brilliant, dazzling people with the eyes that stared at the skies and the minds that wondered at everything. They were a fresh breath of air, the warm curl of water. Every day, all the time.
Everything they did was for themselves. There wasn’t one thing they did that was purely selfless; and let’s be honest, what is? Everything that is done in the world is an act for your own benefit. For their benefit. That’s it. Even the smallest act of kindness is a big act of selfishness.
If those who love
and hate like fools are merely
figments of God’s imagination
then
what becomes of the golden rays
of thought that shine upon
themselves?
I hear THEM walking… I think they’re waiting out there… I don’t know what to do… Need to get out of here, but I can’t all I here is footsteps
It was all about themselves. They never thought about me, not that I could blame them. But I was still there guiding them bit by bit until now. Now, I’m not sure if I want to do this. No thanks. Even if they could see me I doubt they would say thank you. That’s the thing about humans, though, they never say thanks. We help them but they want all the credit for themselves.
Individuality is a fabricated concept
invented to make us think we’re all so special
but really, when we get together we conform into
massive blobs of unoriginal homogeneity
ourselves. yourself. myself. we’re all together in this great abyss of a world, but they, them, those people over there. they keep to themselves. who are they? well, they are, simply put, themselves.
Themselves they are, and that’s all I know. I’d like to be original, a you or a me, but family chains bond me. I would like to be special and scream my name loud, but it’s lost in the crowd.
they left their parents
they left their husbands and wives
they ran to the mountains
to be Themselves
they are there to this day
up there being
Themselves
Are coming from outer selves and feel a beginning reaching inner. The are themselves and no one else. Give and take a new day. Being themselves. Ourselves can only wonder. Gazing in wonder.
and they saw themselves for the first time
in each other. and their selves
became a them for the first time.
we are not one
but each other
a self
so we keep to
ourselves
and they keep to
themselves
elves
elf
Themselves, everybody is always talking about themselves. What if some day, somebody starts thinking about the other person? What woul happen if you ask the person who is sitting next to you: How are you? What is your name? What are you dreams?
they told the students to be themselves. wrote it on motivational posters, jimmy eat world sang it into my 11 year old ears. i thought that wearing black converse in the sixth grade was enough to make me myself.
keep it, i don’t need it
i’ll get by with my own two hands
just me versus the world
I see them everyday.
Arms linked; Palms sweaty.
Ever since she met him it’s always been about him.
About them. God; I hate them.
I hate them so much.
But I love her.
why is it that all my exes seem to do is think of themselves until i leave them
four or five years later and you’re still trying hold conversation with me
at times i sit back and ask myself if im being too mean but then you just remind me why things are the way they are
and how i want to leave them that way….
i’ve already written about this word, why do i have to write about it twice? what is this? eeehhh
why is it that all my exes seem to do is think of themselves until i leave them
four or five years later and you’re still trying hold conversation with me
at times i sit back and ask myself if im being too mean but then you just remind me why things are the way they are
they themselves were the only people who knew. The world was going to end. But it is still going to be there, because they themselves know. Why? Because that is the way they themselves wanted it to be.
they were talking to each other. Alone, at the edge of the play ground. The kids that sat under the trees, pretending to brew potions that would turn all the other kids into minions. They were unique. The dominated. Their parents feared them. They were utterly themselves.
the people
they victimize themselves
like prisoners
for what reason
i dont know
whatever
they think to themselves wading and sinking in their own thoughts.
they’re world contains only them… they are so stuck inside themselves that they don’t realize
they are ruining it for us
but they are scarring their own life too.