Right now, at this moment, I wish I could trade my job for anything else. Well, maybe just retirement. But working on income taxes with the deadline just two days away isn’t my idea of fun. More like stress, stress, stress. Am I in the position to trade my paycheck for early retirement? Not likely. Oh well, let’s forge ahead.
“How about a trade?” Dakotah asked Yusei, a smirk finding it’s way on to her lips. He looked at her worried.
“What kind of trade?” Dakotah leaned in and whispered in his ear. He looked at her surprised.
“Really?”
“Yes.” Yusei thought for a moment.
“Deal,” it was sealed with kiss.
trading… i wish instead of using currency we were all still trading. i feel like i have more to offer people than just a peice of paper that says “this is worth something”
it makes more sense to trade things that are ACTUALLY worth something than something that is fake worth something.
Anthony Hood
They were supposed to meet at “Lugi’s Cafe” in order to exchange their two car antiques. Stan, aged 21, was holding a Lamborghini whereas Mike, aged 25, was holding a Ferrari one.
mk
i would trade anything in the world to be with you everyday all day for the rest of my life. i would trade in all of my clothes, shoes, dog life to get one last and final minutes with you even if thats the last time i see you forever
Michelle
Trading is something that bonds and connects civilizations across the world, whether ancient or modern. Goods have to get from place to place. It’s a necessary component for a thriving civilization to possess, and if you look closely, every single one does.
Shira
Trade with me what’s yours and I’ll give you what’s mine. Give me your bright blue skies, I’ll give you my thundery storm. Trade with me your vibrant smile and I’ll give you my frown. Trade with me.
If I could win a million dollars, have the finest jewel which sparkles with the expense of millions, have the power to be something else, I’d trade it all to have you back
For you to cry as a child in my arms when it hurts
For you to smile and tell me dinner was delicious.
I’d be so happy, if you just came back.
Mary
Fair trade never set well with me. I always wanted to take more than I gave. But a funny thing kept happening. I noticed, time and again, that the more I gave, the more I’d end up getting. Of course, my selfish nature couldn’t ignore this; I’m now the most generous person I know.
“You don’t just trade a thing like that for anything.”
She shrugged and pocketed the necklace. “At this point, I’m willing to give just about anything for a meal.”
Amanda
We’ve got a good exchange going. I give you want you want, you give me what I want. I just need to be sure you won’t find another supplier. I’ve got all this to trade, but if there’s no one to trade with what’s the point? What we need is an emotional trade agreement, with clear exchange rates. Maybe a free trade zone with a willing 3rd party?
Trade, give away, give away with the expectation to receive something of equal value in return.
“I’ll trade you my apples for your tin of brownies”
This is one of my earliest school memories, to which I promptly replied,
“No way! My nan baked these for me because she loves me”
how about a blue cloudy for a clear purple? hard to exchange when you have no sense of currency.
amy shoultz
He trades by day, he steals by night. Raul’s daily schedule was one of ease. It consisted of two tasks. Trade the goods he’d previously stolen for other goods, then steal more that night. It wasn’t for money, it was for thrill.
Carl Wilson
Reminds me of 3rd grade. Trading time at lunch. I would always screw myself over to make friends. Not much has changed. I still make bad trades with people who are more important than me.
Conor
trade made everything grow. grow to a large size. so large its consuming. everything.
Zoe Frey
trade. I wouldnt trade my life for anything. many people would trade what they have when they have been thru rough patches, but they have taught me who i really am. i hope i can teach my children that someday too. that no matter what, you should always appreciate what you have been given. trade.
trade what? not boring trading of commodities like wheat and such I hope. How about baseball cards or those old Beatles and Man form Uncle and Ben Casey/Dr. Kildare cards? Now you’re talking.
Eric McMillan
a trade is a place for people to work in construction, labor, or work for the city. i believe its for people who have a passion for out door work settings. its usually people who work in groups to finish a project together. they would build things faster in the environment. people usually go to school for a trade career or work their way up.
Lisa
interchanging goods with other goods in favor of each party engaging in the activity. very popular early civilization. many economies were based on this system
Lawr
trade me your soul for something more. for power, for beauty, for those things we all want. it’s just a little soul. not pricey at all is it? i could give you the world and in exchange i just want a tiny bit in return.
Tracy
I don’t know why, but it;s so hard to trade stories about my life with you. Your life seems so perfect and mine seems like it would only drag you down. I want to be so much better than I am for you, and maybe trading life stories would bring us closer to reaching the goal of being together, but for I don’t want you to see me as being inadequate.
Jordyn
Merchants gather on sandy plains, wind whistles through one ear & out the other. Tobacco & fine spices fill the air, as travelers gayly meander.
Trade, trade-off. What have I traded off for where I am now? What could I have traded for instead? I trade off health for vices. I trade off sanity for sweets. All for today, nothing for tomorrow. No foundation. No where to go but up.
Charlotte
i like to trade things like money for items and items for money i like trades like graffic arts and stuff like that i would trade doing this for a bag of weed rite now idk why this exists but its really funny lol people like to trade things and do what they do hey gimme some money ill trade you for some thing of mine oh damn im running out of time ill trade you for some time or maybe a lime i really need a dime..
Heather
in third grade we learned about trade winds and doldrums. i still couldn’t tell you the definition of either, but i like to think that they’re something beautiful. doldrums sound percussive, trade winds are just that – wind. and that is all there is.
Trading looks has always been something i have thought about. I might have to do with the fact that i have been pretty self conscious growing up. Now that i think about, i have come to realize that i should appreciate myself better and love who i am.
Kaylee
Why have I changed? I see my friends, their pictures and listen to their thoughts. We are no longer alike. Something happened to me back there, how did they survive without changing? I wish I could trade lives, swap. Just for a moment to feel that innocence again.
There she was, cooped up in her car of a home, sulking daily. Her life felt stifling and empty any more. “If only” she thought, “If only I could trade my life for a day with someone who has a home and walks happily and optimistically through the park, barefoot, without a worry in her mind…”
Brittany
trade is the love of the world
it takes two to do the tango of the trade
piece by pieces
put it back all together
world in hand by hand
traditional
rad
angry
dangerous
envigorating
Who knows what it will bring?
imports to exports to everything in between
Meleah
do you think you can trade your life for someone else’s? that just because they have more, look better, live in a better neighborhood, they must be happy? no way, jose, the grass is always greener, but find your heart and you will find the best of life
Trading yourself for anything is a complete waste of time. You are not an object that is to be traded. You are a human being that deserves respect and love just like everything else on this planet. Material items are to be traded. Not you. Dont ever give up something you can’t live without.
Shelby Reeves
“It’s a trick of the trade.” He said with a coy smile, moving his hands behind his back in a casual manner. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s how I live. My trade is my life. It’s something I do, not only to survive, but as an interest as well.” He smiled, pulling a rose before him, the flower seeming to come from no where.
As time goes on love becomes a series of bargains. A clean folded towel for a toilet seat left down, a long walk exchanged for washed dishes, an empty heart traded for a full one.
Right now, at this moment, I wish I could trade my job for anything else. Well, maybe just retirement. But working on income taxes with the deadline just two days away isn’t my idea of fun. More like stress, stress, stress. Am I in the position to trade my paycheck for early retirement? Not likely. Oh well, let’s forge ahead.
what am i by trade? i wish the answer changed over time, my profession getting closer to what i hope to do for the rest of my life.
“Hey, Rude?”
“What, Reno?”
“Wanna trade me a blanket for a cigarette? It’s fuckin’ cold in here, man.”
Rude rolled his eyes and handed the blanket to Reno. “Keep your cigarette, you know I don’t smoke you scrawny bastard.”
“How about a trade?” Dakotah asked Yusei, a smirk finding it’s way on to her lips. He looked at her worried.
“What kind of trade?” Dakotah leaned in and whispered in his ear. He looked at her surprised.
“Really?”
“Yes.” Yusei thought for a moment.
“Deal,” it was sealed with kiss.
trading… i wish instead of using currency we were all still trading. i feel like i have more to offer people than just a peice of paper that says “this is worth something”
it makes more sense to trade things that are ACTUALLY worth something than something that is fake worth something.
They were supposed to meet at “Lugi’s Cafe” in order to exchange their two car antiques. Stan, aged 21, was holding a Lamborghini whereas Mike, aged 25, was holding a Ferrari one.
i would trade anything in the world to be with you everyday all day for the rest of my life. i would trade in all of my clothes, shoes, dog life to get one last and final minutes with you even if thats the last time i see you forever
Trading is something that bonds and connects civilizations across the world, whether ancient or modern. Goods have to get from place to place. It’s a necessary component for a thriving civilization to possess, and if you look closely, every single one does.
Trade with me what’s yours and I’ll give you what’s mine. Give me your bright blue skies, I’ll give you my thundery storm. Trade with me your vibrant smile and I’ll give you my frown. Trade with me.
If I could win a million dollars, have the finest jewel which sparkles with the expense of millions, have the power to be something else, I’d trade it all to have you back
For you to cry as a child in my arms when it hurts
For you to smile and tell me dinner was delicious.
I’d be so happy, if you just came back.
Fair trade never set well with me. I always wanted to take more than I gave. But a funny thing kept happening. I noticed, time and again, that the more I gave, the more I’d end up getting. Of course, my selfish nature couldn’t ignore this; I’m now the most generous person I know.
trade nothing worth trading. not your heart, life, name. savor them. once you trade them you might not get them returned.
“You don’t just trade a thing like that for anything.”
She shrugged and pocketed the necklace. “At this point, I’m willing to give just about anything for a meal.”
We’ve got a good exchange going. I give you want you want, you give me what I want. I just need to be sure you won’t find another supplier. I’ve got all this to trade, but if there’s no one to trade with what’s the point? What we need is an emotional trade agreement, with clear exchange rates. Maybe a free trade zone with a willing 3rd party?
Trade, give away, give away with the expectation to receive something of equal value in return.
“I’ll trade you my apples for your tin of brownies”
This is one of my earliest school memories, to which I promptly replied,
“No way! My nan baked these for me because she loves me”
how about a blue cloudy for a clear purple? hard to exchange when you have no sense of currency.
He trades by day, he steals by night. Raul’s daily schedule was one of ease. It consisted of two tasks. Trade the goods he’d previously stolen for other goods, then steal more that night. It wasn’t for money, it was for thrill.
Reminds me of 3rd grade. Trading time at lunch. I would always screw myself over to make friends. Not much has changed. I still make bad trades with people who are more important than me.
trade made everything grow. grow to a large size. so large its consuming. everything.
trade. I wouldnt trade my life for anything. many people would trade what they have when they have been thru rough patches, but they have taught me who i really am. i hope i can teach my children that someday too. that no matter what, you should always appreciate what you have been given. trade.
trade what? not boring trading of commodities like wheat and such I hope. How about baseball cards or those old Beatles and Man form Uncle and Ben Casey/Dr. Kildare cards? Now you’re talking.
a trade is a place for people to work in construction, labor, or work for the city. i believe its for people who have a passion for out door work settings. its usually people who work in groups to finish a project together. they would build things faster in the environment. people usually go to school for a trade career or work their way up.
interchanging goods with other goods in favor of each party engaging in the activity. very popular early civilization. many economies were based on this system
trade me your soul for something more. for power, for beauty, for those things we all want. it’s just a little soul. not pricey at all is it? i could give you the world and in exchange i just want a tiny bit in return.
I don’t know why, but it;s so hard to trade stories about my life with you. Your life seems so perfect and mine seems like it would only drag you down. I want to be so much better than I am for you, and maybe trading life stories would bring us closer to reaching the goal of being together, but for I don’t want you to see me as being inadequate.
Merchants gather on sandy plains, wind whistles through one ear & out the other. Tobacco & fine spices fill the air, as travelers gayly meander.
Trade, trade-off. What have I traded off for where I am now? What could I have traded for instead? I trade off health for vices. I trade off sanity for sweets. All for today, nothing for tomorrow. No foundation. No where to go but up.
i like to trade things like money for items and items for money i like trades like graffic arts and stuff like that i would trade doing this for a bag of weed rite now idk why this exists but its really funny lol people like to trade things and do what they do hey gimme some money ill trade you for some thing of mine oh damn im running out of time ill trade you for some time or maybe a lime i really need a dime..
in third grade we learned about trade winds and doldrums. i still couldn’t tell you the definition of either, but i like to think that they’re something beautiful. doldrums sound percussive, trade winds are just that – wind. and that is all there is.
Trading looks has always been something i have thought about. I might have to do with the fact that i have been pretty self conscious growing up. Now that i think about, i have come to realize that i should appreciate myself better and love who i am.
Why have I changed? I see my friends, their pictures and listen to their thoughts. We are no longer alike. Something happened to me back there, how did they survive without changing? I wish I could trade lives, swap. Just for a moment to feel that innocence again.
There she was, cooped up in her car of a home, sulking daily. Her life felt stifling and empty any more. “If only” she thought, “If only I could trade my life for a day with someone who has a home and walks happily and optimistically through the park, barefoot, without a worry in her mind…”
trade is the love of the world
it takes two to do the tango of the trade
piece by pieces
put it back all together
world in hand by hand
traditional
rad
angry
dangerous
envigorating
Who knows what it will bring?
imports to exports to everything in between
do you think you can trade your life for someone else’s? that just because they have more, look better, live in a better neighborhood, they must be happy? no way, jose, the grass is always greener, but find your heart and you will find the best of life
Trading yourself for anything is a complete waste of time. You are not an object that is to be traded. You are a human being that deserves respect and love just like everything else on this planet. Material items are to be traded. Not you. Dont ever give up something you can’t live without.
“It’s a trick of the trade.” He said with a coy smile, moving his hands behind his back in a casual manner. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s how I live. My trade is my life. It’s something I do, not only to survive, but as an interest as well.” He smiled, pulling a rose before him, the flower seeming to come from no where.
As time goes on love becomes a series of bargains. A clean folded towel for a toilet seat left down, a long walk exchanged for washed dishes, an empty heart traded for a full one.
trade.
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in my heart
i know today
for my soul
there was nothing i would trade
or thats what i thought
until the love of my life died
the other half of my soul