One single thread bobbed in and out of the fabric, lead by a dainty hand that belonged to a fair lady. She looked to be about 20, with medium-length curly, blonde hair and blue eyes.
thread is a thin string used to sew. sometimes people think it’s just pretty. it can come in cool colors that are fun to look at and see. needle and a thread? sound familiar? people have been using this thing for a long time now.
emma
A simple piece of material that links us to thousand of pieces that covers us and provides us warmth and comfort interesting isn’t it.
Amber Medina
thread of time time and space. were floating through it. just floating. drifting on our way, aimlessly floating… we cant control it. the wind just carries us on its merry way, taking us along for the ride, pulling us by a thread.
Ruby
The smallest thread of sanity keeps me rooted to this world, in this messed up world. In my eye, there’s not really any big relief to the horrible things that happen. Even “ordinary” people have stuff they need to deal with. Is it human nature to make things even worse than it already is? My only relief is reading.
Allison
I think thread is pretty when it’s used right. But when it’s not, it’s all tangley and stuff. Not fun.
Nicole
it is in mah pants. you know what else is in my pants? not a banana, however I am happy to see you. Ya. You heard me. I like you. Mhm. Cool. Wanna get a shake at the shark bar sometime? No? YOU BITCH! Well, thats it. Im killing your family. What?
Will
Thread me through the eye
of the needle.
Hold still.
Be gentle.
Weave me in and out
of the fabric of your life.
Keep me there
forever.
Karen
i used a needle and some thread to sew a sweater for my grandson. to bad he used it to whipe his but and then set it on fire. we have such a great relationship!
Natalie
its a substance used to create thousands of things, and also can be used to create the most intricate of designs. Used in clothing designs, comfortable jumpers or even to create a pillowcase, thread is sold in almost every country.
Amy
the words that hold us together, binding… they thread themselves through my mind; who am I to stop their flow? I must let them out, I must release them, let the spool fall and drop these sentences into the abyss, unravelling as they go, sewing together the silence…
Draik
Kelly bit at the the thread with her teeth. not an easy task. she had to hoist her leg to get at the hem of her skirt, wobbling on the turquise heels her roommate had advised against. She fell caught up by an elderly woman in a wheelchair.
Oh, god, i’m so sorry, Kelly said
I’m not god, saiud the woman, her face wrinkled, eyes narrowed, taking Kelly’s measure. Those shoes, she said are the problem. We had a nasty name for those in my day. and she winked.
tbgunther
the cold air whipped around us as we stood together. With his arms wrapped securely around me, i knew i would forever be safe and loved. but i could go on like this no longer. it had to end. and this was the end. until the day came that we could be together; actually together, no more sneaking around, i was done.
emily
of the mind twists and turns and follows itself around and around. it is eternal and long, never ending. it is the beauty of thought in one word.
Jo
4chan. I lurk 4chan, an image board. The posts and the replies to the posts are called threads. I wouldn’t reccomend going there, it’s a disgusting place. Filled with pornography and gore and disgusting people.
Karl
I had a jacket when I was a kid. One day, there was a thread hanging off the seam. I pulled. And pulled, and pulled and pulled. The thread kept coming, never ending. I had no idea where it was all coming from! Eventually, I realized that my jacket no longer had sleeves. Now, it is a vest.
Amy
That random piece of thread you find in your pocket or the one that’s just hangin’ out on your shoulder.
Thread. It’s a part of something. It’s part of clothing. It makes clothing. It’s something you talk about. it’s a subject. It’s a subject that is woven in to a longer topic. It becomes a conversation. Or just a monologue. A thread. It’s a part of something that makes other things that we need to live. It holds things together or it is the main, central element.
May Wilkerson
Snaking out like many threads.
the connections that no one can see
binding us together
severed unknowingly
what happened
i lost him
somewhere in the sea of confusion
what was it?
was it her?
was she making things wrong even when i couldn’t see?
i shouldn’t blame this on her
but she has done so much damage
ripping us all apart
we are so divided
what happened to being there for each other.
only one has actually followed through
the one who was affected the most.
funny isn’t it?
how the ones who have lost the most
in past and present
end up never letting the other go
is it fear?
of losing again?
but in a way we did
we may have each other
but what happened to everyone else?
they all faded with the fog
in the early morning.
they are still out there
i know that
i can still feel them
shrouded in a dark mist
a dark energy that makes my skin crawl
i am not strong enough yet to fight it
but one day
i will try and make things right.
again
korrina
a thing used to put things together and sew. It is thin and small and a element in fabric. It comes in many different colors and is nice for bracelets. (Th-er-ed)
Isabel
weaving in and out, creating. bringing the sketches to life. piece by piece it all comes together, with a magnificent finished product.
i am a slave. a slave to the needle. he pulls me, tugs n me… he takes me through the fabric… i get smaller and smaller. i start to grow weak.
then…
i die.
allie
Thread is used in clothing articles and sewing. It is very thin and can be made from cotton, a plant. Thread is both a noun and a verb. It begins with the letter T.
Rona
the thread hung from the blanket. it was an old blanket, worn from love and overusage. discarded, it lay, partially out of the dumpster which would be its final resting spot.
Fix the problem or start anew. There is no right, unless you’re trying to fix something that it’s truly time to throw away.
Noisy Quiet
thread can be a piece of string that holds clothes together, or on a webpage that holds similar posts together
samantha
The beautiful dress was almost finished. Amelia sang as she hemmed the last bit on the sleeve. The dress was a crimson color, lined with blue thread.
Kellie
i know how to use a needle and thread my mom taught me how but my grandma didn’t like usual cause i almost never talk to her cause my grandparents are all divorced and my other grandparents and i have a step aunt and i don’t know how were kinda related. my uncle is also divorced and is getting married again to someone who has already been married twice. yay drama why can’t i have a normal family with a great grandmother whose mom didn’t have 8 siblings?
naomi boyd
i think that the thread is what holds everything together. just a small piece of string, but it’s going to be wound between you and me and everything in between. who cares what the color is, it’s there. you can’t cut it, knot it, whatever, you’ve got to accept that there is this thread and it runs between all of us. It’s what makes us human, and we’ve all got our own special thread.
Kate
It’s in everything, family clothes and friends. You have to protect the threads or everything will go to shit. Every thread that is lost another is found.
Amanda Christiansen
Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. Quiet soon the two would see the last of the trees disappear. And as the roads peopled with the few refugees grew narrower and steeper, he held on to his son tighter and harder. He’d tell him of the courageous days on some nights, the nights where they both needed a little hope. But in this land God had forsaken them all. The fires grew and burnt, the winters shadowed and took. So this what the world was now, that thread it was hanging on was cut in but a second. And this… this was where they were stranded now. Each the others world entire.
Saskia
i have nothing to do with my life than to remember her. she is my life, i’ve waited for a long decade to get that happiness. thanks god.
sdn2010
How long is a thread? Twice as long as half. Follow the thread and where will you end up? Everyones life has a thread running through it, beginning when we are born up until the moment we die. Those special and memorable moments in out lives happen when out threads become intwined with other threads.
Matt Charlton
i really like to learn how to sew and just make my own fabulous clothing and really the only way i can do that is if i use thread. love love love. this word
melissa
flossing the teeth. I have to go dentist smile fabric
ema susic
Creating something from nothing, into something beautiful with a single thread.
Liz
Delicate threads. Knot after knot. Making bracelets out of tangled knots.
A lead thread leads threads to bed and beads.
One single thread bobbed in and out of the fabric, lead by a dainty hand that belonged to a fair lady. She looked to be about 20, with medium-length curly, blonde hair and blue eyes.
thread is a thin string used to sew. sometimes people think it’s just pretty. it can come in cool colors that are fun to look at and see. needle and a thread? sound familiar? people have been using this thing for a long time now.
A simple piece of material that links us to thousand of pieces that covers us and provides us warmth and comfort interesting isn’t it.
thread of time time and space. were floating through it. just floating. drifting on our way, aimlessly floating… we cant control it. the wind just carries us on its merry way, taking us along for the ride, pulling us by a thread.
The smallest thread of sanity keeps me rooted to this world, in this messed up world. In my eye, there’s not really any big relief to the horrible things that happen. Even “ordinary” people have stuff they need to deal with. Is it human nature to make things even worse than it already is? My only relief is reading.
I think thread is pretty when it’s used right. But when it’s not, it’s all tangley and stuff. Not fun.
it is in mah pants. you know what else is in my pants? not a banana, however I am happy to see you. Ya. You heard me. I like you. Mhm. Cool. Wanna get a shake at the shark bar sometime? No? YOU BITCH! Well, thats it. Im killing your family. What?
Thread me through the eye
of the needle.
Hold still.
Be gentle.
Weave me in and out
of the fabric of your life.
Keep me there
forever.
i used a needle and some thread to sew a sweater for my grandson. to bad he used it to whipe his but and then set it on fire. we have such a great relationship!
its a substance used to create thousands of things, and also can be used to create the most intricate of designs. Used in clothing designs, comfortable jumpers or even to create a pillowcase, thread is sold in almost every country.
the words that hold us together, binding… they thread themselves through my mind; who am I to stop their flow? I must let them out, I must release them, let the spool fall and drop these sentences into the abyss, unravelling as they go, sewing together the silence…
Kelly bit at the the thread with her teeth. not an easy task. she had to hoist her leg to get at the hem of her skirt, wobbling on the turquise heels her roommate had advised against. She fell caught up by an elderly woman in a wheelchair.
Oh, god, i’m so sorry, Kelly said
I’m not god, saiud the woman, her face wrinkled, eyes narrowed, taking Kelly’s measure. Those shoes, she said are the problem. We had a nasty name for those in my day. and she winked.
the cold air whipped around us as we stood together. With his arms wrapped securely around me, i knew i would forever be safe and loved. but i could go on like this no longer. it had to end. and this was the end. until the day came that we could be together; actually together, no more sneaking around, i was done.
of the mind twists and turns and follows itself around and around. it is eternal and long, never ending. it is the beauty of thought in one word.
4chan. I lurk 4chan, an image board. The posts and the replies to the posts are called threads. I wouldn’t reccomend going there, it’s a disgusting place. Filled with pornography and gore and disgusting people.
I had a jacket when I was a kid. One day, there was a thread hanging off the seam. I pulled. And pulled, and pulled and pulled. The thread kept coming, never ending. I had no idea where it was all coming from! Eventually, I realized that my jacket no longer had sleeves. Now, it is a vest.
That random piece of thread you find in your pocket or the one that’s just hangin’ out on your shoulder.
Happens all the time.
Thread. It’s a part of something. It’s part of clothing. It makes clothing. It’s something you talk about. it’s a subject. It’s a subject that is woven in to a longer topic. It becomes a conversation. Or just a monologue. A thread. It’s a part of something that makes other things that we need to live. It holds things together or it is the main, central element.
Snaking out like many threads.
the connections that no one can see
binding us together
severed unknowingly
what happened
i lost him
somewhere in the sea of confusion
what was it?
was it her?
was she making things wrong even when i couldn’t see?
i shouldn’t blame this on her
but she has done so much damage
ripping us all apart
we are so divided
what happened to being there for each other.
only one has actually followed through
the one who was affected the most.
funny isn’t it?
how the ones who have lost the most
in past and present
end up never letting the other go
is it fear?
of losing again?
but in a way we did
we may have each other
but what happened to everyone else?
they all faded with the fog
in the early morning.
they are still out there
i know that
i can still feel them
shrouded in a dark mist
a dark energy that makes my skin crawl
i am not strong enough yet to fight it
but one day
i will try and make things right.
again
a thing used to put things together and sew. It is thin and small and a element in fabric. It comes in many different colors and is nice for bracelets. (Th-er-ed)
weaving in and out, creating. bringing the sketches to life. piece by piece it all comes together, with a magnificent finished product.
i am a slave. a slave to the needle. he pulls me, tugs n me… he takes me through the fabric… i get smaller and smaller. i start to grow weak.
then…
i die.
Thread is used in clothing articles and sewing. It is very thin and can be made from cotton, a plant. Thread is both a noun and a verb. It begins with the letter T.
the thread hung from the blanket. it was an old blanket, worn from love and overusage. discarded, it lay, partially out of the dumpster which would be its final resting spot.
thread
Unravelling…
Fix the problem or start anew. There is no right, unless you’re trying to fix something that it’s truly time to throw away.
thread can be a piece of string that holds clothes together, or on a webpage that holds similar posts together
The beautiful dress was almost finished. Amelia sang as she hemmed the last bit on the sleeve. The dress was a crimson color, lined with blue thread.
i know how to use a needle and thread my mom taught me how but my grandma didn’t like usual cause i almost never talk to her cause my grandparents are all divorced and my other grandparents and i have a step aunt and i don’t know how were kinda related. my uncle is also divorced and is getting married again to someone who has already been married twice. yay drama why can’t i have a normal family with a great grandmother whose mom didn’t have 8 siblings?
i think that the thread is what holds everything together. just a small piece of string, but it’s going to be wound between you and me and everything in between. who cares what the color is, it’s there. you can’t cut it, knot it, whatever, you’ve got to accept that there is this thread and it runs between all of us. It’s what makes us human, and we’ve all got our own special thread.
It’s in everything, family clothes and friends. You have to protect the threads or everything will go to shit. Every thread that is lost another is found.
Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. Quiet soon the two would see the last of the trees disappear. And as the roads peopled with the few refugees grew narrower and steeper, he held on to his son tighter and harder. He’d tell him of the courageous days on some nights, the nights where they both needed a little hope. But in this land God had forsaken them all. The fires grew and burnt, the winters shadowed and took. So this what the world was now, that thread it was hanging on was cut in but a second. And this… this was where they were stranded now. Each the others world entire.
i have nothing to do with my life than to remember her. she is my life, i’ve waited for a long decade to get that happiness. thanks god.
How long is a thread? Twice as long as half. Follow the thread and where will you end up? Everyones life has a thread running through it, beginning when we are born up until the moment we die. Those special and memorable moments in out lives happen when out threads become intwined with other threads.
i really like to learn how to sew and just make my own fabulous clothing and really the only way i can do that is if i use thread. love love love. this word
flossing the teeth. I have to go dentist smile fabric
Creating something from nothing, into something beautiful with a single thread.
Delicate threads. Knot after knot. Making bracelets out of tangled knots.
Strings and thread and sewings things not just seeing things.
“so, i needle pulling thread, la, a note to follow so, ti, i drink with jam and bread, which will bring us back to do!” – Sound of Music