silly us, being small and unafraid, waded through that creek water and made our way into the tunnel. echoing pattering sounds, exhilarating darkness, and finally we found the other side. sometimes i want time to escape again, like when we were children.
He waded out into the water, just to get a feel for the current. The cool water brought goose bumps to his legs while the sun continued to bake the rest of him. He looked up and down the river, not a soul in sight, and jumped in.
I like to wade into things. Never stopping to think what might be but just getting into the middle of the stream, feeling it lap at my feet, knees and legs and feeling the flow. Wading in is about making sure that you don’t miss out. Never overthink, react, don’t prepare. It’s not always the best choice, but it is always at least one choice.
David Lyall
He slides his hands under the water and the rocks at his fingertips powers into gold flecks and swim away. Gold smoke clouds his feet.
i do’nt know what that means . ahhhhhhh 6 secs11!!1111111!1111maybe chicken
caroline Lomas
wade. in a pool. float around. i guess this just reminds me of the time that i went to camp, and we had to take a swimming test. first i had to swim laps, and then i had to tread water. my camp counselor told me to just move my arms and legs back and forth.
Michelle
Simply one of the best days of my life. I wanted to go and get a shower but Wade took me into his arms and kissed me. His hand reached down to my buttocks and gave me a playful squeeze.
Bill
The ocean, sometimes to nasty to actually get in. Only waste deep. Wondering. What is in this water. Where did it come from. Where has it been. All the organisms swimming, feeding, and living in the same body that is not separated, but attached in every way.
Robyn Boudreaux
obstacle and difficulties surround him like a lone island circumscribed by dense salty sea water, rather than standing at that situation, he waded across the troubled water.
if you’ll be my boat, i’ll be your sea. a depth of pure blue just to probe curiousity. ebbing and flowing, and pushed by the wind. i live to make you free. i live to make you free. and you can set sail to the west if you want to, past the horizon, till i can’t even see you. far from here. where the beaches are wide. just leave me your wake to remember you by.
deivn
I wade through life and all of it’s heavy substance. Some slowing me down. Others speeding me up. It’s all in how I approach it. One thing is certain however. Even the substances that make it harder me to travel eventually benefit me in the end. The rain falls to enrich the soil.
I waded out through the muck, the gore. The disgusting mess lapped up against my thighs, completely ruining the embroidered border of my dress. This had to be the worst date ever.
It seems to me that, lately, everyone is wading in stupidity. And in the wading, they soak up the contagious, moronic toxins, and if–by chance–they happen to escape this muddled puddle, they cough and it spreads on land. It’s everywhere.
Is survival of the fittest an obsolete ideal, now?
Why can’t people live without the constant care and support of others?
Man is a strong being. Why have we forgotten?
Wade Wilkinson; strange that I remember this guy, when that was so many years ago. Quite the inconsequential relationship, this guy and I had. He sat a few seats down from me in my chemistry class, and we spoke every once in a while. He was a grade ahead of me, and that’s all there was to it. No attraction, no drive to get to meet him. He was just Wade Wilkinson.
wade in the water. i have a friend named wade. wade jenkins. waders are so 1990s.
don’t go, wade!
wade in the water children.
pull your skirt up when youre wading so it doesn’t get wet
whos that yonder dressed in black?
adisyn
Wade reminds me of the ocean. Like wading into the ocean. My mom telling me to not go to far even though I absolutely LOVE to swim in the ocean. I love floating. And I love wading in the water.
I’m running. As fast as I can. Turn back, take a real glance. Slip, slide, into the crushring soundful waters. Wade in, wade by. Try to pass all my problems for once.
(keep note these are the lyrics to a one day extremely popular song. No, I’m not good with words.
I waded into the water. I couldn’t handle the chill, the pebbles between my toes. The saltwater pushed through my sinuses, into my eyes, turning them from blue to green. I stared across the narrow navy horizon line, peppered with the masts of ships. Behind me my mother called. It was lunchtime.
Rebekah
You can wade in water, of course. But, how about wading into my crazy problems? Yeah, I’m a little fucked up. Why don’t you just sit back and enjoy that, knowing that you’re just a little less crazy than someone else. Let’s take a “wade” into my problems. I’m in love with a boy who’s much older than me, AND has a girlfriend. Yeah, I know. Crazy. And, I’ve suddenly found myself completely fascinated with another guy, also much older, and very unavailable to me. effemell. yikes. Screwmylife.
The water was deep and came up to her knees as she stepped cautiously through the weeds and waded into the frigid river. Her teeth chattered as she reached the middle of the stream. The water came up to her chest but she pushed through; the sound of the dogs barking came sharply from behind.
Amanda
I wade in to the shallow end of the huge lake. The sun glistens off the water. And suddenly i’ve lost sight of you.
I was wading through a pool of water, trying to get to the opposite side where he lay. He was breathing, just barely, his chest very slowly rising and falling.
Just one or two more steps, and I’d be to him. I just hoped it would be in time.
we waded knee deep to a texas armadilly, got my hair cut but it still looks silly. fill me in on all that i missed, i can barely recall the names of the girls that ive kissed.
She waded into the deep waters. Her life had just gotten too difficult. But was this really what she has wanted to do? She was angry as what had happened in her life that would make her even think of such a thing. She waded deeper. She thought about the anger that her friends had caused her by leaving her alone.
Chandler
the song that pulsed through four years of high school, through memories of first kisses, the end of a dream, and the start of a life.
a song about nothing and everything – a simple song.
“wade in the water…”
David Kolen
It was deeper than I had expected.
I stepped into the pond, expecting it to reach just past my ankles. But I didn’t. I fell right through, sinking down into the depths of an underwater world. There was a castle and mermaids and fish galore. I’m not quite sure how I got there.
Megan
It is important to take a chance and wade out into the water of life. If you don’t, you will always regret it. Each step takes us deeper into the waters of life.
Dana
It is important to take a chance and wade out into the water of life. If you don’t, you will always regret it. Each of us are given many opportunities in this life, why not take them?
Dana Bowers
Some times I enjoy wading into a pool of what ever sauce is at McDonalds I is so important to eat the chicken nuggets while wading in a pool of ranch dressing.
Wade is also the name of a dude born in like 1994 perhaps his parents smoked way too much pot.
Giles
I waded into the ocean, the tiny little minnows biting at my legs. So I stomped on them. They swam away from me. I was going to get those bastard minnows.
Holly
He slowly waded through the calm ocean surrounding him. He scanned his surroundings… there wasn’t a piece of land in site. “Oh shit…” he thought with dread “I really am lost this time.”
i wade threw the swamp and i see all the animals around me. they splash and swim and make all sorts of noise. i wish i could see all the animals but i cant they are hiding using their ways of survival and hunting. as i wade deeper and deeper in the swamp i come across a river its small but its deep i think about crossing it but i cant it might kill me i want to see the other animals but i cant it will kill me. this is a dilemma i can go back or go forward and not know what will happen, i go forward just like with life. we have to go forward. i keep moving and i go in to the river.
sasha
As in to wade in to the shallow water? The cautious steps one takes as they make their way
from shore to sea. Quickly squishing toes between wet sand, waves gently lapping shins.
Through ponds, puddles, swamps, and ocean.
silly us, being small and unafraid, waded through that creek water and made our way into the tunnel. echoing pattering sounds, exhilarating darkness, and finally we found the other side. sometimes i want time to escape again, like when we were children.
im wading in the water
its hard to tell why i chose this spot to wade
i think im killing time
for what?
He waded out into the water, just to get a feel for the current. The cool water brought goose bumps to his legs while the sun continued to bake the rest of him. He looked up and down the river, not a soul in sight, and jumped in.
I like to wade into things. Never stopping to think what might be but just getting into the middle of the stream, feeling it lap at my feet, knees and legs and feeling the flow. Wading in is about making sure that you don’t miss out. Never overthink, react, don’t prepare. It’s not always the best choice, but it is always at least one choice.
He slides his hands under the water and the rocks at his fingertips powers into gold flecks and swim away. Gold smoke clouds his feet.
she stood there in her torn-up lace dress counting the number of times the wade of the water gently grazed her bare sandy feet.
wade through the paperwork, only to find that it will still be weeks and weeks before anybody gets back to me. haven’t they heard of phone calls?
i do’nt know what that means . ahhhhhhh 6 secs11!!1111111!1111maybe chicken
wade. in a pool. float around. i guess this just reminds me of the time that i went to camp, and we had to take a swimming test. first i had to swim laps, and then i had to tread water. my camp counselor told me to just move my arms and legs back and forth.
Simply one of the best days of my life. I wanted to go and get a shower but Wade took me into his arms and kissed me. His hand reached down to my buttocks and gave me a playful squeeze.
The ocean, sometimes to nasty to actually get in. Only waste deep. Wondering. What is in this water. Where did it come from. Where has it been. All the organisms swimming, feeding, and living in the same body that is not separated, but attached in every way.
obstacle and difficulties surround him like a lone island circumscribed by dense salty sea water, rather than standing at that situation, he waded across the troubled water.
The torrents of rain pounded down into the river- splashing. So much splashing.
if you’ll be my boat, i’ll be your sea. a depth of pure blue just to probe curiousity. ebbing and flowing, and pushed by the wind. i live to make you free. i live to make you free. and you can set sail to the west if you want to, past the horizon, till i can’t even see you. far from here. where the beaches are wide. just leave me your wake to remember you by.
I wade through life and all of it’s heavy substance. Some slowing me down. Others speeding me up. It’s all in how I approach it. One thing is certain however. Even the substances that make it harder me to travel eventually benefit me in the end. The rain falls to enrich the soil.
I remember Wade as the guy who supplied the gadgets for Kim in Kim Possible.
I have no idea what the word “wade” means, though.
I waded out through the muck, the gore. The disgusting mess lapped up against my thighs, completely ruining the embroidered border of my dress. This had to be the worst date ever.
Part II
It seems to me that, lately, everyone is wading in stupidity. And in the wading, they soak up the contagious, moronic toxins, and if–by chance–they happen to escape this muddled puddle, they cough and it spreads on land. It’s everywhere.
Is survival of the fittest an obsolete ideal, now?
Why can’t people live without the constant care and support of others?
Man is a strong being. Why have we forgotten?
Wade Wilkinson; strange that I remember this guy, when that was so many years ago. Quite the inconsequential relationship, this guy and I had. He sat a few seats down from me in my chemistry class, and we spoke every once in a while. He was a grade ahead of me, and that’s all there was to it. No attraction, no drive to get to meet him. He was just Wade Wilkinson.
wade in the water. i have a friend named wade. wade jenkins. waders are so 1990s.
don’t go, wade!
wade in the water children.
pull your skirt up when youre wading so it doesn’t get wet
whos that yonder dressed in black?
Wade reminds me of the ocean. Like wading into the ocean. My mom telling me to not go to far even though I absolutely LOVE to swim in the ocean. I love floating. And I love wading in the water.
Attempting to wade across the river, I tried to reach my friends on the other side. The current was quite strong.
Then something pulled my leg, and I went under.
All I could think was: “Shit.”
I’m running. As fast as I can. Turn back, take a real glance. Slip, slide, into the crushring soundful waters. Wade in, wade by. Try to pass all my problems for once.
(keep note these are the lyrics to a one day extremely popular song. No, I’m not good with words.
I waded into the water. I couldn’t handle the chill, the pebbles between my toes. The saltwater pushed through my sinuses, into my eyes, turning them from blue to green. I stared across the narrow navy horizon line, peppered with the masts of ships. Behind me my mother called. It was lunchtime.
You can wade in water, of course. But, how about wading into my crazy problems? Yeah, I’m a little fucked up. Why don’t you just sit back and enjoy that, knowing that you’re just a little less crazy than someone else. Let’s take a “wade” into my problems. I’m in love with a boy who’s much older than me, AND has a girlfriend. Yeah, I know. Crazy. And, I’ve suddenly found myself completely fascinated with another guy, also much older, and very unavailable to me. effemell. yikes. Screwmylife.
The water was deep and came up to her knees as she stepped cautiously through the weeds and waded into the frigid river. Her teeth chattered as she reached the middle of the stream. The water came up to her chest but she pushed through; the sound of the dogs barking came sharply from behind.
I wade in to the shallow end of the huge lake. The sun glistens off the water. And suddenly i’ve lost sight of you.
I was wading through a pool of water, trying to get to the opposite side where he lay. He was breathing, just barely, his chest very slowly rising and falling.
Just one or two more steps, and I’d be to him. I just hoped it would be in time.
we waded knee deep to a texas armadilly, got my hair cut but it still looks silly. fill me in on all that i missed, i can barely recall the names of the girls that ive kissed.
She waded into the deep waters. Her life had just gotten too difficult. But was this really what she has wanted to do? She was angry as what had happened in her life that would make her even think of such a thing. She waded deeper. She thought about the anger that her friends had caused her by leaving her alone.
the song that pulsed through four years of high school, through memories of first kisses, the end of a dream, and the start of a life.
a song about nothing and everything – a simple song.
“wade in the water…”
It was deeper than I had expected.
I stepped into the pond, expecting it to reach just past my ankles. But I didn’t. I fell right through, sinking down into the depths of an underwater world. There was a castle and mermaids and fish galore. I’m not quite sure how I got there.
It is important to take a chance and wade out into the water of life. If you don’t, you will always regret it. Each step takes us deeper into the waters of life.
It is important to take a chance and wade out into the water of life. If you don’t, you will always regret it. Each of us are given many opportunities in this life, why not take them?
Some times I enjoy wading into a pool of what ever sauce is at McDonalds I is so important to eat the chicken nuggets while wading in a pool of ranch dressing.
Wade is also the name of a dude born in like 1994 perhaps his parents smoked way too much pot.
I waded into the ocean, the tiny little minnows biting at my legs. So I stomped on them. They swam away from me. I was going to get those bastard minnows.
He slowly waded through the calm ocean surrounding him. He scanned his surroundings… there wasn’t a piece of land in site. “Oh shit…” he thought with dread “I really am lost this time.”
i wade threw the swamp and i see all the animals around me. they splash and swim and make all sorts of noise. i wish i could see all the animals but i cant they are hiding using their ways of survival and hunting. as i wade deeper and deeper in the swamp i come across a river its small but its deep i think about crossing it but i cant it might kill me i want to see the other animals but i cant it will kill me. this is a dilemma i can go back or go forward and not know what will happen, i go forward just like with life. we have to go forward. i keep moving and i go in to the river.
As in to wade in to the shallow water? The cautious steps one takes as they make their way
from shore to sea. Quickly squishing toes between wet sand, waves gently lapping shins.
Through ponds, puddles, swamps, and ocean.
Wade? Like the guy, Wade? I only know one Wade. He is annoying and childish. I guess I would give him childish, since, you know, he is seven. :D!