Many people say that I tend to wallow in self pity, but I would have to disagree. I find that in life, there isn’t much to wallow about. You’re either happy or you’re sad, and thinking about what you did wrong, or what went well won’t help anyone. Wallowing in ones own pity isn’t the way.
Cody
she has been like that since she was young. if she wants to she can get herself out of it, only it seems like she has always wanted to be miserable. a very sad thing to wallow one’s self in.
i’m overwhelmed and consumed. there is nothing left for me. i’m drowning in it, i don’t know what to do with all this fudge. once the fudge factory exploded, nothing could stop me. i was on a rampage.
zoe
After a few moments of uncertainty, the pig began wallowing in the mud before him, rolling around and grunting with pleasure. It was his first time he had ever had anything besides a concrete floor beneath his feet.
wallowing in self pity, thinking about the past and not being able to move forward from it. People tend to wallow in their own issues which eats away at them and can eventually lead to self destruction
Kelli
Dreams were starting to scare me, every night I’ll fall asleep, and dream. I much rather prefer the ones that are dark, lonely and blank than the ones that involve the bloodied blades that end up on the floor. I don’t like waking up with scars on my knuckles. I don’t like to wallow in my sorrows. Yet somehow I do, even in my dreams. It’s like one place where I do control what happens, and yet I don’t at the same time. It’s entirely different plane of thought and feeling, and it is scary, because they reflect my true feelings.
Kitty J. Lore
I will wallow in my kid’s education. I will enjoy every single sentence, math problem, mispronounced word and mother×$#@^ QUESTION!
Her pity was unmatched. Tears from her face spilled so unelegantly and anticlimactically, she wallowed in that pity for what seemed to be forever. There would be no consoling her, until her very death. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger, the one that used to mean something. The one that matched her former husband’s, her dead one’s.
John
Oh poor Jeremy. His day was falling apart and all he wanted to do was get home and wallow into a cold beer. But no, that was not in the cards for him. Instead, he was required by his boss to stay late, exporting files from old templates into the new, required, “modern” format so the rest of his team could understand just what the hell was happening.
Jordan Raley
It’s so easy to do but you are so much better without it. They discuss how great it is in an episode of Gilmore Girls after Rory experiences a break up and for that reason it is really amazing and cathartic. But at the same time, it’s not good to make wallowing a continuing habit. You are stronger than that.
Olivia
I snorted in disgust and turned my head. Seeing him wallow in self pity was not what I wanted to see, especially since he had created this mess. I heard him fall to his knees and groan softly, mumbling about how it was so sad that he had lost so much. As if no one else had.
I am consumed by the immensity of things
of stars –
that shimmer and slake
starkly polar in January’s crucible;
of children –
brilliant irises yawning like suns;
of your breasts –
of death.
tonight i watched a thin strip of cloud
waft across the stars
like a plume of cigarette smoke.
each night the dead step closer
all we leave is ash
but oh we burn
and ash is enough.
He wallowed in pride, straightening his back as he looked out over his people, who in turn looked up at him with mixed expressions. Killing the bandit king hadn’t been an easy task, but his people had called for justice, and he had delivered.
He would come home, tired and drowsy. It had been a long day. He rush to his bedroom but before he could. He fell to the flloor, and wallowed on flat ground before him, and went to sleep.
She wallowed in the deep pool, the water warm and welcoming. For three days she had walked down the mountain, battling the pain in her leg and back. She had searched the wreckage for three hours, but had found no other survivors. Filling her rucksack with all she could carry from the plane’s galley, she had started down the mountain. Progress had been slow, and she had fallen many times, only to get up the same number. She let the water soothe her tired, aching muscles, and she let some tears soothe her tired, aching heart.
tonykeyesjapan
my mind has been gone again. i know it’s not healthy and it doesn’t do me good. but they were so beautiful. so awesome. and i love to walow in memories because it’s way better than living in the pawst that’ sbeen haunting me and in the present that’s keeping me awayke at night. i don’Ät feel good thinking about bad stuff, so i love wallowing in memories.
She wouldn’t let herself wallow in her room. This wasn’t her fault, she had done nothing to deserve feeling like this. It was time she actually started believing that for once.
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me follow.
Down to the hollow.
And there we will wallow in glor, or, or, or-ious mud.
WHATS A WALLOW????
Many people say that I tend to wallow in self pity, but I would have to disagree. I find that in life, there isn’t much to wallow about. You’re either happy or you’re sad, and thinking about what you did wrong, or what went well won’t help anyone. Wallowing in ones own pity isn’t the way.
she has been like that since she was young. if she wants to she can get herself out of it, only it seems like she has always wanted to be miserable. a very sad thing to wallow one’s self in.
i’m overwhelmed and consumed. there is nothing left for me. i’m drowning in it, i don’t know what to do with all this fudge. once the fudge factory exploded, nothing could stop me. i was on a rampage.
After a few moments of uncertainty, the pig began wallowing in the mud before him, rolling around and grunting with pleasure. It was his first time he had ever had anything besides a concrete floor beneath his feet.
wallowing in self pity, thinking about the past and not being able to move forward from it. People tend to wallow in their own issues which eats away at them and can eventually lead to self destruction
Dreams were starting to scare me, every night I’ll fall asleep, and dream. I much rather prefer the ones that are dark, lonely and blank than the ones that involve the bloodied blades that end up on the floor. I don’t like waking up with scars on my knuckles. I don’t like to wallow in my sorrows. Yet somehow I do, even in my dreams. It’s like one place where I do control what happens, and yet I don’t at the same time. It’s entirely different plane of thought and feeling, and it is scary, because they reflect my true feelings.
I will wallow in my kid’s education. I will enjoy every single sentence, math problem, mispronounced word and mother×$#@^ QUESTION!
Ils pataugeaient dans l’eau boueuse de la mare. Soud
Her pity was unmatched. Tears from her face spilled so unelegantly and anticlimactically, she wallowed in that pity for what seemed to be forever. There would be no consoling her, until her very death. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger, the one that used to mean something. The one that matched her former husband’s, her dead one’s.
Oh poor Jeremy. His day was falling apart and all he wanted to do was get home and wallow into a cold beer. But no, that was not in the cards for him. Instead, he was required by his boss to stay late, exporting files from old templates into the new, required, “modern” format so the rest of his team could understand just what the hell was happening.
It’s so easy to do but you are so much better without it. They discuss how great it is in an episode of Gilmore Girls after Rory experiences a break up and for that reason it is really amazing and cathartic. But at the same time, it’s not good to make wallowing a continuing habit. You are stronger than that.
I snorted in disgust and turned my head. Seeing him wallow in self pity was not what I wanted to see, especially since he had created this mess. I heard him fall to his knees and groan softly, mumbling about how it was so sad that he had lost so much. As if no one else had.
I am consumed by the immensity of things
of stars –
that shimmer and slake
starkly polar in January’s crucible;
of children –
brilliant irises yawning like suns;
of your breasts –
of death.
tonight i watched a thin strip of cloud
waft across the stars
like a plume of cigarette smoke.
each night the dead step closer
all we leave is ash
but oh we burn
and ash is enough.
He wallowed in pride, straightening his back as he looked out over his people, who in turn looked up at him with mixed expressions. Killing the bandit king hadn’t been an easy task, but his people had called for justice, and he had delivered.
He would come home, tired and drowsy. It had been a long day. He rush to his bedroom but before he could. He fell to the flloor, and wallowed on flat ground before him, and went to sleep.
She wallowed in the deep pool, the water warm and welcoming. For three days she had walked down the mountain, battling the pain in her leg and back. She had searched the wreckage for three hours, but had found no other survivors. Filling her rucksack with all she could carry from the plane’s galley, she had started down the mountain. Progress had been slow, and she had fallen many times, only to get up the same number. She let the water soothe her tired, aching muscles, and she let some tears soothe her tired, aching heart.
my mind has been gone again. i know it’s not healthy and it doesn’t do me good. but they were so beautiful. so awesome. and i love to walow in memories because it’s way better than living in the pawst that’ sbeen haunting me and in the present that’s keeping me awayke at night. i don’Ät feel good thinking about bad stuff, so i love wallowing in memories.
She wouldn’t let herself wallow in her room. This wasn’t her fault, she had done nothing to deserve feeling like this. It was time she actually started believing that for once.
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me follow.
Down to the hollow.
And there we will wallow in glor, or, or, or-ious mud.
The end
:)
There’s a puddle on my bedroom floor.
I try not to step in
in the morning.
wallow is a word that i’mm seeing for the first time. it sounds more like yellow, but it must have some other meaning.
The children jumped into the watery mud and squished their toes in it.
It took about twenty seconds before they began realizing something was wrong.
They watched in horror as the mud began to bubble, and something unfathomable began to rise from the depths…
“Can I interest you in some healthy carrots?” asked the demonic salesman.