She was so willful, she was so strong. She knew what she wanted and she was willing to do anything for it. But when she finally got it she didn;t know what to do with it…and even though she was strong it was so easy for her to break.
The body is a willful creature. It wanders passionately and finds itself deep inside emotional states.
Behind the body is a soul that is just as beautiful as any other. The person to your right has something deep down going on, and your beautiful soul can help that if you let it.
Just don’t let the scrutinizing society bring you down. Keep yourself up and continue on strong. <3
“I go to camp for two days, two days, and what do I find when I come back?”
“I didn’t willfully kill your hamster.”
“You killed it from neglect. That’s just as bad.”
“I’ll get you a new one. I have allowance saved up. I’ll get you the best hamster there is.”
“You think anything, just anything can replace Peaches?”
She trampled over Jane’s plushies strewn on the floor, stabbing their inanimate eyes with her toes, and slammed the door.
Jane hadn’t willfully killed her sister’s hamster. But she had willfully poked it, the morning of, said “wakey wakey, you lazy” and thought nothing of it when it continued sleeping.
WILLFULL THINKING IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS.ONLY THE QUALITY OF OUR THOUGHTS MATTER TO OUR HAPPINESS..
james
“There’s nothing wrong with it. There is absolutely _nothing_ wrong with doing what one wants. Especially when it’s not hurting anyone. Why would there be?”
_You know,_ a voice in the back of her head whispers, _You wouldn’t be so adamant if you didn’t doubt.
She let the water envelope her, cascades of crystal blue. A field of cold leaked sky to drench yourself in. The sea deliberately shapes the seashore with a crushing willfulness, kissing the stones until it crumbles away under the its influence. Sometimes, the swimmer felt the sea roaring through her veins. On those days her lips tasted like salt.
Somehow she pressed steam into his heart and left it wrinkle free out on the porch where they shared sponge cake and stilted conversation. It was a battle of wills, her staunch approach to bending grasses and his steady gentle carress of a roaring lion’s mane.
She was kind but willful. Her face was pretty, but not beautiful. She was not perfect, but she was not human. Tom watched her, marveling at how real she looked. He wondered at how her skin appeared to glow, giving the illusion of blood pulsing below the surface.
she was willful. that one day things would change no matter how impossible that would be. that there would be a difference and things would be sunnier and easier. that there would be more happiness. that all the damaged caused to her wouuld be undone. willful.
Edt
this is the same word as yesterday. I will fully explain my thoughts on this word some other time, because right now it’s kind of boring me.
Gianna
He was incredible willful. nothing could break him. He stood proud, even as they gave him the news. He wouldn’t lose. He would survive. It’s what he did.
doing, needing to do, thinking without thinking. an ocean tide, or better yet, a squall. leaving destruction and creation in its wake.
Matt
I am not just that. I am alone. Sometimes, no matter how far or how little, will is just not enough. Not that it is anyway. My name? It starts with “F” and ends with the thing on the side of your head. Sometimes it’s here other times it’s not. But now? Only you know.
Denise
No.
I will not.
My heart will explode with loneliness before I ever let that happen.
We are all willfully ignorant of how much this state controls us. We think we can rule our own destinies, when we are just sleep walking through life. We dream about our jobs or school and wake up to realize that even our dreams have been taken over without our consent.
Cristina
She ran up the road in a crazy temper, her strong-willed demeanor showing through her heavy steps and increasing expression of determination and frustration. Her brows furrowed and the argument with her mother played over in her mind. “Why do you have to be so antagonistic?” her mother had asked. Laretta did not know the answer to that question.
Rebecca
Willful. Fullwil. Wullfil. Fillwul.
I willfully regret writing this and not something else.
Go forth and be merry. I am here, waiting for nothing and everything.
Giraffe
to be willful you have to have confidence in what you want to do. there is nothing better than that. Take pride in things you want to do.
ashley kowalczyke
Acceptable. Willing.
The Power of Will.
Mind over matter,
A million thoughts,
Electric signals,
Ushering a physical reaction,
A world explodes,
Upon one man’s will.
Strength.
Maryam
Full of her own
She is proud
But hurting yet
Inside.
The man once her father,
The man who never loved her
Now passed with her mother
But this will not show
How much this hurt her
Because she is Will.
I willfully accept what is happening to me, that is the only way. too many times I try to turn back and hope for the better, but that cannot carry on. I love myself and I love life. the only way to really live is to go with the flow. One love, myself, no turning back.
Victoria
Willful. I have been called that before. Willful. I don’t see it.
The Third
I have absolutely no idea what it means. English is not my first language. I guess it’s about a will that’s full. Full of what?
greuceanu
I am a willful person. I will do anything. Tell me to do something and I will do the opposite. My mother told me not to trade myself for my sister’s freedom. I did anyways. Now she is free. Now I am trapped in a cold, dark, underground cell. But she is free. That is all that matters.
The Third
She knew that if she gave herself, fully and completely, everything would change. Her life, from now one, would be different. But she was willful. She could not allow the ones she loved to suffer, simply because she had made a bad decision. And so for the first time in her life, she willfully gave herself up, fully and completely.
Shruti
I’m not a willful person. I look at a situation, and I see the worst. This was not always the case. As a child I quite enjoyed everything with the eager, blissful (and rather cliche) ignorance of a child. As I have grown, I have learnt. And from what I have learnt- there is nothing to be willful about.
Jacqui
“Why are you always so stubborn?” he asked as we tried to restart the truck.
“I’m not stubborn. I’m just willful. Besdies, why would I want a new truck? This one is full of memories!” Jet rolled his eyes.
Picking himself off the grass, blood staining his lips red and fresh cuts marring his face he stared willfully into the eyes of the monster lurking in front of him. They stared silently at each other, daring the other to make a move. The boy’s hand twitched and the monster leapt forwards, tail trailing heavy behind it.
Ina
“It is the willful disregard that I am talking about,” Lisa.
“I suppose that is who is saying what is disregard means,” she spat.
When the rain is over, and it’s only cold not dark anymore, she rubs the condensation from her window. There’s a brief moment of anxiety or maybe it’s just a flicker of something, when she gets into eye contact with her neighbor who lives in the big house with the white shutters. He’s her age and if she was to be completely honest with herself, she might actually like him. But because she is all kinds of stubborn, she is willful enough to end the sudden staring contest between the two. Just like that.
She was so willful, she was so strong. She knew what she wanted and she was willing to do anything for it. But when she finally got it she didn;t know what to do with it…and even though she was strong it was so easy for her to break.
The body is a willful creature. It wanders passionately and finds itself deep inside emotional states.
Behind the body is a soul that is just as beautiful as any other. The person to your right has something deep down going on, and your beautiful soul can help that if you let it.
Just don’t let the scrutinizing society bring you down. Keep yourself up and continue on strong. <3
“I go to camp for two days, two days, and what do I find when I come back?”
“I didn’t willfully kill your hamster.”
“You killed it from neglect. That’s just as bad.”
“I’ll get you a new one. I have allowance saved up. I’ll get you the best hamster there is.”
“You think anything, just anything can replace Peaches?”
She trampled over Jane’s plushies strewn on the floor, stabbing their inanimate eyes with her toes, and slammed the door.
Jane hadn’t willfully killed her sister’s hamster. But she had willfully poked it, the morning of, said “wakey wakey, you lazy” and thought nothing of it when it continued sleeping.
WILLFULL THINKING IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS.ONLY THE QUALITY OF OUR THOUGHTS MATTER TO OUR HAPPINESS..
“There’s nothing wrong with it. There is absolutely _nothing_ wrong with doing what one wants. Especially when it’s not hurting anyone. Why would there be?”
_You know,_ a voice in the back of her head whispers, _You wouldn’t be so adamant if you didn’t doubt.
Doing something of one’s own accord. Not being forced or pushed to act.
She let the water envelope her, cascades of crystal blue. A field of cold leaked sky to drench yourself in. The sea deliberately shapes the seashore with a crushing willfulness, kissing the stones until it crumbles away under the its influence. Sometimes, the swimmer felt the sea roaring through her veins. On those days her lips tasted like salt.
The destruction of earth’s natural resources is a willful act. An intentional act. Will is full of shit. Therefore, he is willful.
willful is a funny word.
Somehow she pressed steam into his heart and left it wrinkle free out on the porch where they shared sponge cake and stilted conversation. It was a battle of wills, her staunch approach to bending grasses and his steady gentle carress of a roaring lion’s mane.
She was kind but willful. Her face was pretty, but not beautiful. She was not perfect, but she was not human. Tom watched her, marveling at how real she looked. He wondered at how her skin appeared to glow, giving the illusion of blood pulsing below the surface.
she was willful. that one day things would change no matter how impossible that would be. that there would be a difference and things would be sunnier and easier. that there would be more happiness. that all the damaged caused to her wouuld be undone. willful.
this is the same word as yesterday. I will fully explain my thoughts on this word some other time, because right now it’s kind of boring me.
He was incredible willful. nothing could break him. He stood proud, even as they gave him the news. He wouldn’t lose. He would survive. It’s what he did.
doing, needing to do, thinking without thinking. an ocean tide, or better yet, a squall. leaving destruction and creation in its wake.
I am not just that. I am alone. Sometimes, no matter how far or how little, will is just not enough. Not that it is anyway. My name? It starts with “F” and ends with the thing on the side of your head. Sometimes it’s here other times it’s not. But now? Only you know.
No.
I will not.
My heart will explode with loneliness before I ever let that happen.
We are all willfully ignorant of how much this state controls us. We think we can rule our own destinies, when we are just sleep walking through life. We dream about our jobs or school and wake up to realize that even our dreams have been taken over without our consent.
She ran up the road in a crazy temper, her strong-willed demeanor showing through her heavy steps and increasing expression of determination and frustration. Her brows furrowed and the argument with her mother played over in her mind. “Why do you have to be so antagonistic?” her mother had asked. Laretta did not know the answer to that question.
Willful. Fullwil. Wullfil. Fillwul.
I willfully regret writing this and not something else.
Go forth and be merry. I am here, waiting for nothing and everything.
to be willful you have to have confidence in what you want to do. there is nothing better than that. Take pride in things you want to do.
Acceptable. Willing.
The Power of Will.
Mind over matter,
A million thoughts,
Electric signals,
Ushering a physical reaction,
A world explodes,
Upon one man’s will.
Strength.
Full of her own
She is proud
But hurting yet
Inside.
The man once her father,
The man who never loved her
Now passed with her mother
But this will not show
How much this hurt her
Because she is Will.
I do not want to do it
I said, I do not want to do it
He grabbed my arm and opened my mouth
Just the way that he forced me to have him in me
a few days ago
He made me take the pill
He make me kill my baby
I was not willful
I willfully accept what is happening to me, that is the only way. too many times I try to turn back and hope for the better, but that cannot carry on. I love myself and I love life. the only way to really live is to go with the flow. One love, myself, no turning back.
Willful. I have been called that before. Willful. I don’t see it.
I have absolutely no idea what it means. English is not my first language. I guess it’s about a will that’s full. Full of what?
I am a willful person. I will do anything. Tell me to do something and I will do the opposite. My mother told me not to trade myself for my sister’s freedom. I did anyways. Now she is free. Now I am trapped in a cold, dark, underground cell. But she is free. That is all that matters.
She knew that if she gave herself, fully and completely, everything would change. Her life, from now one, would be different. But she was willful. She could not allow the ones she loved to suffer, simply because she had made a bad decision. And so for the first time in her life, she willfully gave herself up, fully and completely.
I’m not a willful person. I look at a situation, and I see the worst. This was not always the case. As a child I quite enjoyed everything with the eager, blissful (and rather cliche) ignorance of a child. As I have grown, I have learnt. And from what I have learnt- there is nothing to be willful about.
“Why are you always so stubborn?” he asked as we tried to restart the truck.
“I’m not stubborn. I’m just willful. Besdies, why would I want a new truck? This one is full of memories!” Jet rolled his eyes.
“Women…” he said.
Picking himself off the grass, blood staining his lips red and fresh cuts marring his face he stared willfully into the eyes of the monster lurking in front of him. They stared silently at each other, daring the other to make a move. The boy’s hand twitched and the monster leapt forwards, tail trailing heavy behind it.
“It is the willful disregard that I am talking about,” Lisa.
“I suppose that is who is saying what is disregard means,” she spat.
as i speak .. i am willful .. as i type am wilfull … as i think am willfull … as i gasp wilfull to be reborn
i have always been told i was willful,
stubborn, arrogant, miserable without her.
fingers carded through my hair and
her lips brushed mine and when i caved
into her touch her memory ran but
her taste lingered; fire on my tongue.
i refuse to accept, and so i dream instead.
When the rain is over, and it’s only cold not dark anymore, she rubs the condensation from her window. There’s a brief moment of anxiety or maybe it’s just a flicker of something, when she gets into eye contact with her neighbor who lives in the big house with the white shutters. He’s her age and if she was to be completely honest with herself, she might actually like him. But because she is all kinds of stubborn, she is willful enough to end the sudden staring contest between the two. Just like that.
is all i’m feeling right now. do it, do it, do it. dare me not.
She didn’t think, just pushed and her sister’s mouth formed a perfect ring as her eyes went wide and she tumbled backwards off the front porch.
I will not fail. I will never fail.