wow I’m having a shitty day I’m practically wading through shit. First I discovered that I lost my school newspaper’s only camera. Then I was late for school because a project of mine wouldn’t print, then at lunch I got shafted and couldn’t get the meal I wanted because they ran out. And the day is only half over, oh goody.
Andrew D
wade in the water lyrics to an old gospel. it seems so simple. just wading. not jumping in, not just dipping your toe to get a taste. being comfortable simply wading.
rosemary
Wade makes me think about a type of pottery or china, I’m not sure which, It also makes me think of the tv show Bad Girls because there was a charcater called Nicky Wade. It also makes me think of when the stream outside my house got flooded because I has to wade across the road to see my neighbours.
Sophie
wade into the depths, wade.
lattedigest
i don’t know what wade means actually. when i think about it, it reminds me “sliders”, the sci fi tv show, which had a characted whose name was wade wells. sliders was a great show, featuring the ultimate cast of a geek, a black guy, a fat guy and a girl!
Haim Litvak
Wading through the river’s edge, we hoped to find safety, or at least a warm meal. We had been on foot for days, maybe weeks, and had no idea where to turn. We hoped someone would help us, as we watched the night sky and prayed that the water would cleanse our fears.
debbie
I wade through my day, my work, my life, struggling through the thick gloop that surrounds me – stuff, people, tasks, information overload.
samh
you wade through my mind, picking what you will, throwing out what you don’t like till I am a shell of myself, your husband. perfected. anything else is not desirable.
seething inside
Knee deep in the wastes of oblivion i came without warning. I came to find my way through by wading through the wads of wadsworth. My name is Josie and i ride until the dawn is wading in the afternoon light.
Brandon
I didn’t even know his middle name when I fell in love with him. The truth is that I didn’t even know if the name he game me was real. It was love at first sight after all, and names really didn’t matter at that point.
We were drawn together out of a shared need for companionship and understanding that neither of us received from our lives, and now – three years later – our love has only grown.
Michael Nolan
desinteres
soledad
vacio
ignorancia
lejania
extra
Anwar Vaquez
I waded into the ocean of you – navy blue foam popped between my toes. You receded, ascended, went in and went out. The salt from the water got in a cut on my knee but it didn’t hurt.
Emily Swanagin
Fishing was something my father always wanted me to get into. I remember watching him get ready for a fishing trip putting his waders in the back of the truck. He always told me I would learn to love it. Even after his death I still have no love for the sport
Liam
There was a boy named Jon. He came across a pond as a young boy, and he decided to wade through it. As he waded through the beautiful pristine pond, he noticed it was getting too deep. But he was a daring boy. He kept going.
He was never heard from again.
Connor
I’m very tired of writing about “Wade.” Who is this man? Has he some sort of monopoly over the site? Doesn’t he know that he irritates me to a great extent? Why won’t he go away?
jaded-beauty
the stream of life seems so deep and so mysterious that even though i try my best to wade through it, i always seem to trudge rather than pass with an enviable speed…
wading through murky waters makes me apprehensive
and wading through clear waters makes me bored and keeps me asking for adventure…
shilpi goel
I think the considerations that parents would need to make in order to name their kid Wade must be pretty deep. To name your kid something that essentially means half swim or slow moving isn’t really aiming high. You’d need to be either totally in love with the sound of the name, love the idea of steadfastness or be totally oblivious to the actual word.
Really I think it’s one of the last names I would consider for my own son, or daughter for that matter.
Alex Hine
tides in and out of the ocean. bare feet in the sand. water rushing past your legs. splashing of crashing waves.
kelly
Why don’t you reach down your hand,
pull me from my complacency?
I could wade forever and not drown
but this could also be a watery grave:
a resting place forever.
Reach down your hand
and save what laughter I can share.
Salvatore
i wish i can wade through the ocean of your love. and float around feeling free
jen
waded in the water today. it was clear and cool and the minnows came up to nibble on my toes. It magnifies everything, the water does. I could see the color and shape of each grain of sand and pebble. and the flashes of the tiny fish gave a fairy tale quality to the experience.
Lisa
Whoa, I just thought of this guy who works at the high school I went to. I don’t really know him, but at the time, we all thought he looked like secret service because he was WIDE and always wore suits and stoic faces.
brandEE
His life was at an end, he had decided. There was nothing else for it but to wade into the briny, leaving all his problems behind him.
Michael
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m depressed or just lonely. I feel like I’m immersed halfway in something being wrong, but I could just as easily wade out of it as stay in. I’m curious though, as to what it is.
Oliver
The ocean was calm, the wind not too brisk, and the sun shining. It was the perfect day for a dip, and the sand felt glorious as it crept between each of my toes. As I waded out over the first line of waves, I felt the ocean surround me. This was perfect.
ben
Was Wade a dude?
Maja
wade in the water. this word was on yesterday am v confused. It is an eva cassidy song lol. wading in wales would be nice. At plas dol-y-moch with everyone in biology wade in the water children wade. SLavery. free them. :)
molly
He wade through the swamp of fears and regrets. He wade into the ocean of memories and time. He wade as deep as his mind allowed until he at last found what he was searching for. he found her voice, her name, and her love.
Raheel Savani
water and the ocean create waves and the sense of relaxation. this creates a feeling of calmness and you just want to hang out in the water and “wade” in and out with the current. the feelings and the movement relaxes each muscle on your body and allows you to breathe.
caitlyn
I wade through the chaos of the day hoping to make it through all that is in front of me. I hope to have just a few moments to get away from the chaos and wade through the water instead, letting my feet soak up the cool comforting feeling of the water
kathy
in the water it is fun to wade up to your knees and see what you can feel with your toes. wading does not require a swim suit. wading is fun on the beach or at a lake or in a swamp. there are wading boots i think, to keep things from biting your legs.
sandy
into the water, up to my knees, sometimes at the short end of the pool, but also in the small waves of the summertime surf. Also, I’ve known several men named Wade. Nice
lukas
as in, to wade into the pool. to wade into a mess. to wade into more trouble than you know how to get out of
t
I waded through the bog trying to find her. Every so often I’d glimpse something through the trees in the distance and start, like that flash of white or fawn might be her, standing there waiting for me to find her. But I’d look back and there would be nothing, just the sounds of me sloshing onward, towards nothing. It was growing dark. I knew it was pointless.
Ali
I looked at the stream, it did not look too deep to wade in. As I entered the water, I shivered. It was cold! I walked further into the water and soon discovered that it was deeper than I had anticipated. I considered going to the other side, but was unsure of the current.
M
boggs was a good man.. he ate a lot of chicken.. and he was always jumping over the foul lines at baseball games… wade was also the name of the duck on us acres. he was a real wise ass.. more of a wise ass than boggs of course.. he would always be fucking with orson
John
agoing into the sea, walking about with your feet wet, getting out of the way of swimming kids. That idiot girl in Spain (American?) reading her book in the surf with loads of kids milling about her feet. I wish she got knocked over.
Brian F
I waded in, I needed to feel the cold sea water on my legs. I walked till the water covered my chest, then I just fell back. I wanted to feel the water all around me, making me feel so alive, so alive with nature. I looked up at the sky, I wanted to stay there till dusk. I didn’t want this feeling to end. But as the evening slowly crept in and the stars started to come out, I waded out to the pub.
Sara
I wade into the shallows of my own self image. I know its not deep, but its all I really know. As I sand here, I can’t help but hide the fact that I’m not really wading through my shallowness. I’m drowning.
Bruce
There is a place called Wade county, or is that Wayne? Anyway I am going to wade in some frothy ocean water this weekend, aah, long overdue for that on the island off Georgia’s coast, summer peaches yet?
wow I’m having a shitty day I’m practically wading through shit. First I discovered that I lost my school newspaper’s only camera. Then I was late for school because a project of mine wouldn’t print, then at lunch I got shafted and couldn’t get the meal I wanted because they ran out. And the day is only half over, oh goody.
wade in the water lyrics to an old gospel. it seems so simple. just wading. not jumping in, not just dipping your toe to get a taste. being comfortable simply wading.
Wade makes me think about a type of pottery or china, I’m not sure which, It also makes me think of the tv show Bad Girls because there was a charcater called Nicky Wade. It also makes me think of when the stream outside my house got flooded because I has to wade across the road to see my neighbours.
wade into the depths, wade.
i don’t know what wade means actually. when i think about it, it reminds me “sliders”, the sci fi tv show, which had a characted whose name was wade wells. sliders was a great show, featuring the ultimate cast of a geek, a black guy, a fat guy and a girl!
Wading through the river’s edge, we hoped to find safety, or at least a warm meal. We had been on foot for days, maybe weeks, and had no idea where to turn. We hoped someone would help us, as we watched the night sky and prayed that the water would cleanse our fears.
I wade through my day, my work, my life, struggling through the thick gloop that surrounds me – stuff, people, tasks, information overload.
you wade through my mind, picking what you will, throwing out what you don’t like till I am a shell of myself, your husband. perfected. anything else is not desirable.
Knee deep in the wastes of oblivion i came without warning. I came to find my way through by wading through the wads of wadsworth. My name is Josie and i ride until the dawn is wading in the afternoon light.
I didn’t even know his middle name when I fell in love with him. The truth is that I didn’t even know if the name he game me was real. It was love at first sight after all, and names really didn’t matter at that point.
We were drawn together out of a shared need for companionship and understanding that neither of us received from our lives, and now – three years later – our love has only grown.
desinteres
soledad
vacio
ignorancia
lejania
extra
I waded into the ocean of you – navy blue foam popped between my toes. You receded, ascended, went in and went out. The salt from the water got in a cut on my knee but it didn’t hurt.
Fishing was something my father always wanted me to get into. I remember watching him get ready for a fishing trip putting his waders in the back of the truck. He always told me I would learn to love it. Even after his death I still have no love for the sport
There was a boy named Jon. He came across a pond as a young boy, and he decided to wade through it. As he waded through the beautiful pristine pond, he noticed it was getting too deep. But he was a daring boy. He kept going.
He was never heard from again.
I’m very tired of writing about “Wade.” Who is this man? Has he some sort of monopoly over the site? Doesn’t he know that he irritates me to a great extent? Why won’t he go away?
the stream of life seems so deep and so mysterious that even though i try my best to wade through it, i always seem to trudge rather than pass with an enviable speed…
wading through murky waters makes me apprehensive
and wading through clear waters makes me bored and keeps me asking for adventure…
I think the considerations that parents would need to make in order to name their kid Wade must be pretty deep. To name your kid something that essentially means half swim or slow moving isn’t really aiming high. You’d need to be either totally in love with the sound of the name, love the idea of steadfastness or be totally oblivious to the actual word.
Really I think it’s one of the last names I would consider for my own son, or daughter for that matter.
tides in and out of the ocean. bare feet in the sand. water rushing past your legs. splashing of crashing waves.
Why don’t you reach down your hand,
pull me from my complacency?
I could wade forever and not drown
but this could also be a watery grave:
a resting place forever.
Reach down your hand
and save what laughter I can share.
i wish i can wade through the ocean of your love. and float around feeling free
waded in the water today. it was clear and cool and the minnows came up to nibble on my toes. It magnifies everything, the water does. I could see the color and shape of each grain of sand and pebble. and the flashes of the tiny fish gave a fairy tale quality to the experience.
Whoa, I just thought of this guy who works at the high school I went to. I don’t really know him, but at the time, we all thought he looked like secret service because he was WIDE and always wore suits and stoic faces.
His life was at an end, he had decided. There was nothing else for it but to wade into the briny, leaving all his problems behind him.
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m depressed or just lonely. I feel like I’m immersed halfway in something being wrong, but I could just as easily wade out of it as stay in. I’m curious though, as to what it is.
The ocean was calm, the wind not too brisk, and the sun shining. It was the perfect day for a dip, and the sand felt glorious as it crept between each of my toes. As I waded out over the first line of waves, I felt the ocean surround me. This was perfect.
Was Wade a dude?
wade in the water. this word was on yesterday am v confused. It is an eva cassidy song lol. wading in wales would be nice. At plas dol-y-moch with everyone in biology wade in the water children wade. SLavery. free them. :)
He wade through the swamp of fears and regrets. He wade into the ocean of memories and time. He wade as deep as his mind allowed until he at last found what he was searching for. he found her voice, her name, and her love.
water and the ocean create waves and the sense of relaxation. this creates a feeling of calmness and you just want to hang out in the water and “wade” in and out with the current. the feelings and the movement relaxes each muscle on your body and allows you to breathe.
I wade through the chaos of the day hoping to make it through all that is in front of me. I hope to have just a few moments to get away from the chaos and wade through the water instead, letting my feet soak up the cool comforting feeling of the water
in the water it is fun to wade up to your knees and see what you can feel with your toes. wading does not require a swim suit. wading is fun on the beach or at a lake or in a swamp. there are wading boots i think, to keep things from biting your legs.
into the water, up to my knees, sometimes at the short end of the pool, but also in the small waves of the summertime surf. Also, I’ve known several men named Wade. Nice
as in, to wade into the pool. to wade into a mess. to wade into more trouble than you know how to get out of
I waded through the bog trying to find her. Every so often I’d glimpse something through the trees in the distance and start, like that flash of white or fawn might be her, standing there waiting for me to find her. But I’d look back and there would be nothing, just the sounds of me sloshing onward, towards nothing. It was growing dark. I knew it was pointless.
I looked at the stream, it did not look too deep to wade in. As I entered the water, I shivered. It was cold! I walked further into the water and soon discovered that it was deeper than I had anticipated. I considered going to the other side, but was unsure of the current.
boggs was a good man.. he ate a lot of chicken.. and he was always jumping over the foul lines at baseball games… wade was also the name of the duck on us acres. he was a real wise ass.. more of a wise ass than boggs of course.. he would always be fucking with orson
agoing into the sea, walking about with your feet wet, getting out of the way of swimming kids. That idiot girl in Spain (American?) reading her book in the surf with loads of kids milling about her feet. I wish she got knocked over.
I waded in, I needed to feel the cold sea water on my legs. I walked till the water covered my chest, then I just fell back. I wanted to feel the water all around me, making me feel so alive, so alive with nature. I looked up at the sky, I wanted to stay there till dusk. I didn’t want this feeling to end. But as the evening slowly crept in and the stars started to come out, I waded out to the pub.
I wade into the shallows of my own self image. I know its not deep, but its all I really know. As I sand here, I can’t help but hide the fact that I’m not really wading through my shallowness. I’m drowning.
There is a place called Wade county, or is that Wayne? Anyway I am going to wade in some frothy ocean water this weekend, aah, long overdue for that on the island off Georgia’s coast, summer peaches yet?