people think about themselves constantly. In fact most people think only of themselves at particular times. eg when they have an argument with others a lot of people think only of their emotions and pain or hurt. They don’t process their feelings rationally, they last out anand hu
stephanie
they don’t need me to be there, they don’t need my input. And, I mean, why would they, I don’t know anything about anything, apparently. (As I’ve told you many times before and will continue to do.)
And it’s not as though they despise me, they don’t.
I am the unnecessary end of the chain that dangles off their collective wrist.
Hannah
my her him nobody wants to penalize themselves plural irregular the others they they think about themselves leaves no matter how hard you try, they care about themselves
Cevza TEKSÖZ
They looked at themselves and loved what they saw, a beautiful mess of words and blood, captured inside the shells of their skin.
Sophie
people love to think about themselves first. But, there are very who put others first all the time and I wanna be one of ’em.
tit
They think they are themselves, and thinking, become. But what if they are not? Not themselves, but not others either? What if there is just being themselves then. Just then. I don’t know which is more comforting.
Mary
they themselves sat
and were lost
but looked at their sandwiches foggy in
the morning
light
of the now-later, much later
afternoons
they squabbled over shoelaces
and felt like crying
like eating all the salami in the world
and then regretting
all the pigs
es
Themselves, they are together. They stay together always, through whatever comes their way. This togetherness is what makes them whole.
Loneliness is pervading and ugly.
Alice
what do they know
thinking they are so special
thinking it is all about them
all the time
keeping it all for themselves
all the secrets
and laughing
wrapped up around
them like woollen
jumpers
I guess
I really don’t like them
Niagra
Themselves. They devour themselves when they are alone. The two of them. Leave them to themselves, they said. They will work their own issues out. And they did. Just like everyone thought they would. So, why are you so surprised? Why?
Us? No. Just themselves. We walked around as a group, ate lunch as a group, went to the same movies, but I was certainly not part of their collective consciousness.
erin
we
are just like them
though we don’t want to believe it
anna
I wish they would. Sit over there. I know that I know what to do when I am in public. I know that there are right things to do, and wrong things to do. Clearly they don’t live in a real world. they’re delusional hippies from the 60’s They should keep to themselves. Geez Mom. Quit necking with Dad in public. You’re 84!
There was nothing but the sound of their hushed frosted breath in the middle of the woods. The dark canopy above them and no sound stirred. They were all alone, by themselves. Then in the distance a twig snapped.
queencowe
It’s them, none else. they lent us from their purse and borrowed our future for themselves
balogun
we are not themselves
we are alone
i myself have never been a two
the “them”
the “I”
I am alone
I know that now
Lara
Doing things on their own is referred to as doing it themselves by a third person.
spurthi
This has the potential of being quite a self centered word. But I suppose if one really thinks about it, helping & bettering yourself is helping everyone as a whole.
Sam
They did not know themselves, searching for their hearts up their sleeves, trying to lick their own elbows.
happy together. strength in true unity… trust in full genuity.
shukorina
The people keep to themselves.
They don’t gossip.
They don’t stare.
They don’t care.
Their families don’t mingle.
Their is no water cooler.
Husbands and Wives meet only online.
They keep to themselves.
Samantha
They do not know themselves, their hearts are hidden up their sleeves and you know you go crazy trying to lick your own elbow like a dog chasing its tail in an infinite loop.
Elizabeth
When they see themselves in the mirror, they wonder, am I seeing this right? Am I really me? or they think, how could this be me? Why can’t I be behind the mirror?
People always talk about themselves when they should be asking about others. There’s so much one can learn from others. There’s a ton of diversity in the world and how can one find out who they are and who they want to be if they only know about themselves and not the possibilities out there? Take a step back and listen to others.
Lana
they are alone
with themselves
their little nothings and somethings that take up the space and shape of consciousness
i envy them
for their infinity
for their ultimate capacity to forget
and forgive
that I have forgiven and forgotten a long time ago
Jessica Cox
The people liked the carnival. They enjoyed the roller coasters, kettle corn, the quirky carnies; but they especially enjoyed the mirror house. They could look at themselves looking at themselves looking at themselves.
Dylan
they look at themselves and wonder
pearl earrings, coral lipstick
yellowing teeth and a thin cigarette
is this what we meant to become?
martinajanemoonbrain
She looked up at me with her dead gray eyes, and they seemed to reflect nothing but themselves. “I feel so cold,” she whispered. “Won’t you please help me?”
They looked at themselves in the mirror. The four of them, side by side, examining one another. Looking at their eyes, their teeth, their hair. Identifying tattoos and scars, any freckles or bruises. Eventually, they would catch each other’s glances in the mirror, then turned to look in each other’s eyes.
Tori
themselves all alone. themselves in a park. by themselves. they all learnt to be happy by themselves, which was the important thing.
Pema Monaghan
separate
others
saturated thoughts
the only topic on their minds
the onlooker
separate
albeit happy
rubypeaches
They couldn’t be themselves in front of their parents. They couldn’t smoke or drink or tell dirty jokes. It make their parents so very sad. That these activities should be chosen over intimate family relationships.
ariel4thou
they were not themselves
but hallow figures
parading
Susan
Some people keep to themselves because that is infinitely easier than feeling something. The way we relate to one another varies so greatly, and sometimes our thoughts that we dare to speak aloud get lost in translation. So it is so much easier to simply keep to ourselves, because at least when we’re in our own minds, we’re safe and we know everyone there. Or so it seems.
kayla
Everyone always thinks about themselves. not everybody takes time out of their own little word to think about helping another with something that can better the other person. if everybody did that, they would end up feeling a lot better about themselves.
Jordan
we were not in ourself
we were not one thing you were not the them of me
you were not me
i am not a them, unless i am a collection of things:
muscle > tissue > cells > little vibrating molecules
we were not a them. you are not my them.
Anna
It was all they could do to keep to themselves, tied up in bow ties and wrapped together in matching tuxedos, each alone and together at least in that, in that they were themselves.
Natalie
Silly, vapid laughter followed by a chorus of hair-flips.
They only care for one thing and one thing alone: themselves.
everyone is so totally involved with themselves
no one notices if you are struggeling
we are all left on our own
life is lonely
themselves
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people think about themselves constantly. In fact most people think only of themselves at particular times. eg when they have an argument with others a lot of people think only of their emotions and pain or hurt. They don’t process their feelings rationally, they last out anand hu
they don’t need me to be there, they don’t need my input. And, I mean, why would they, I don’t know anything about anything, apparently. (As I’ve told you many times before and will continue to do.)
And it’s not as though they despise me, they don’t.
I am the unnecessary end of the chain that dangles off their collective wrist.
my her him nobody wants to penalize themselves plural irregular the others they they think about themselves leaves no matter how hard you try, they care about themselves
They looked at themselves and loved what they saw, a beautiful mess of words and blood, captured inside the shells of their skin.
people love to think about themselves first. But, there are very who put others first all the time and I wanna be one of ’em.
They think they are themselves, and thinking, become. But what if they are not? Not themselves, but not others either? What if there is just being themselves then. Just then. I don’t know which is more comforting.
they themselves sat
and were lost
but looked at their sandwiches foggy in
the morning
light
of the now-later, much later
afternoons
they squabbled over shoelaces
and felt like crying
like eating all the salami in the world
and then regretting
all the pigs
Themselves, they are together. They stay together always, through whatever comes their way. This togetherness is what makes them whole.
Loneliness is pervading and ugly.
what do they know
thinking they are so special
thinking it is all about them
all the time
keeping it all for themselves
all the secrets
and laughing
wrapped up around
them like woollen
jumpers
I guess
I really don’t like them
Themselves. They devour themselves when they are alone. The two of them. Leave them to themselves, they said. They will work their own issues out. And they did. Just like everyone thought they would. So, why are you so surprised? Why?
Us? No. Just themselves. We walked around as a group, ate lunch as a group, went to the same movies, but I was certainly not part of their collective consciousness.
we
are just like them
though we don’t want to believe it
I wish they would. Sit over there. I know that I know what to do when I am in public. I know that there are right things to do, and wrong things to do. Clearly they don’t live in a real world. they’re delusional hippies from the 60’s They should keep to themselves. Geez Mom. Quit necking with Dad in public. You’re 84!
There was nothing but the sound of their hushed frosted breath in the middle of the woods. The dark canopy above them and no sound stirred. They were all alone, by themselves. Then in the distance a twig snapped.
It’s them, none else. they lent us from their purse and borrowed our future for themselves
we are not themselves
we are alone
i myself have never been a two
the “them”
the “I”
I am alone
I know that now
Doing things on their own is referred to as doing it themselves by a third person.
This has the potential of being quite a self centered word. But I suppose if one really thinks about it, helping & bettering yourself is helping everyone as a whole.
They did not know themselves, searching for their hearts up their sleeves, trying to lick their own elbows.
happy together. strength in true unity… trust in full genuity.
The people keep to themselves.
They don’t gossip.
They don’t stare.
They don’t care.
Their families don’t mingle.
Their is no water cooler.
Husbands and Wives meet only online.
They keep to themselves.
They do not know themselves, their hearts are hidden up their sleeves and you know you go crazy trying to lick your own elbow like a dog chasing its tail in an infinite loop.
When they see themselves in the mirror, they wonder, am I seeing this right? Am I really me? or they think, how could this be me? Why can’t I be behind the mirror?
People always talk about themselves when they should be asking about others. There’s so much one can learn from others. There’s a ton of diversity in the world and how can one find out who they are and who they want to be if they only know about themselves and not the possibilities out there? Take a step back and listen to others.
they are alone
with themselves
their little nothings and somethings that take up the space and shape of consciousness
i envy them
for their infinity
for their ultimate capacity to forget
and forgive
that I have forgiven and forgotten a long time ago
The people liked the carnival. They enjoyed the roller coasters, kettle corn, the quirky carnies; but they especially enjoyed the mirror house. They could look at themselves looking at themselves looking at themselves.
they look at themselves and wonder
pearl earrings, coral lipstick
yellowing teeth and a thin cigarette
is this what we meant to become?
She looked up at me with her dead gray eyes, and they seemed to reflect nothing but themselves. “I feel so cold,” she whispered. “Won’t you please help me?”
They looked at themselves in the mirror. The four of them, side by side, examining one another. Looking at their eyes, their teeth, their hair. Identifying tattoos and scars, any freckles or bruises. Eventually, they would catch each other’s glances in the mirror, then turned to look in each other’s eyes.
themselves all alone. themselves in a park. by themselves. they all learnt to be happy by themselves, which was the important thing.
separate
others
saturated thoughts
the only topic on their minds
the onlooker
separate
albeit happy
They couldn’t be themselves in front of their parents. They couldn’t smoke or drink or tell dirty jokes. It make their parents so very sad. That these activities should be chosen over intimate family relationships.
they were not themselves
but hallow figures
parading
Some people keep to themselves because that is infinitely easier than feeling something. The way we relate to one another varies so greatly, and sometimes our thoughts that we dare to speak aloud get lost in translation. So it is so much easier to simply keep to ourselves, because at least when we’re in our own minds, we’re safe and we know everyone there. Or so it seems.
Everyone always thinks about themselves. not everybody takes time out of their own little word to think about helping another with something that can better the other person. if everybody did that, they would end up feeling a lot better about themselves.
we were not in ourself
we were not one thing you were not the them of me
you were not me
i am not a them, unless i am a collection of things:
muscle > tissue > cells > little vibrating molecules
we were not a them. you are not my them.
It was all they could do to keep to themselves, tied up in bow ties and wrapped together in matching tuxedos, each alone and together at least in that, in that they were themselves.
Silly, vapid laughter followed by a chorus of hair-flips.
They only care for one thing and one thing alone: themselves.