I followed the brightly colored gnome down the shrouded path in the dead of night. I have no idea what willed me to pursue this amazingly random creature that somehow identified me in the darkness, but for some reason the manner in which it said my name so delicately and with a subtle edge of confidence; I knew that this luminescent creature would lead me somewhere new.
why do we follow trends? I want to be my own kind of person but I can’t let go of the urge inside of me that wants to fit in with people. do you remember me? do you remember me as a rebel? or an outsider? would I want to be remembered that way?
tuvana
AS I FOLLOW HIM TO HIS ROOM I KEPT THINKING IF I WAS DOING THE RIGHT THING, It DIDN´T FELT RIGHT, BUT I WAS COMPELLED TO GO WITH HIM, I SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED MY INSTINCTS
BIANCA TERRA
I dont want the wrong people following me, because i dont know if i am a example to be followed. I think we all commit mistakes in life, but what makes the diference is the will of being a better person each day
I want to follow DJ Premier steps, because he is one of the most talented musical producers that i have ever seen in my whole life til now. Of course i could give a lot of other examples of some great producers, but in my opinion he is the best.
follow. i want someone to love me enough that they’d folllow me. not trail me like a puppy, but be willing to take the risks that I want to take and go on adventures with me. i wish i could love someone so much that i’d do the same.
I’ll follow you into the dark isn’t true. People aren’t selfless enough to follow those they love into the unknown. At least I don’t think they are. Everytime someone I love has had to deal with something hard they run away from their problems, from their mistakes, from me.
Piper Lewis
How does one follow? Follow who? follow where? To what end should we follow someone or something? Why do we have the urge to follow other? why not forge your own path? Why must we choose someone to follow?
Cameron Russell
Oh so dark and dreamy yet light and creamy
Clouds and lace beat in time as cloth on the line where gentle breezes sweep and billow
Do these sheets that crest and peak, whisper speak for their comrades to up and follow?
I follow leaders . that is what we are taught as kids to follow anyone that leads us. I like to disobey leaders.
Ben
There it was.
A tiny, beautiful light buzzing around in the dark. I wondered what it was. I wondered how it came here. I wondered if I could keep it. I wondered if I if it would die as soon as sun comes up. I wondered if it would glow forever. I wondered if it would stay with me in this darkness.
Or leave me.
But I decided on it anyways.
My eyes followed the firefly everywhere.
Marissa Sparks
The afternoon came slow over the neighborhood, old battered beldings and tired shingles all lit up in a lazy incandescence. There was a slow, drab kind of excitement in the streets, and it was nothing short of ordinary.
After all, the evening followed noontide, and night followed evening, and morning followed the night. All time itself seemed to have reached an understanding with this slow, meandering town.
Through high grass and over the hill, he stayed in line with her footsteps, careful to walk on his tip-toes. Ballet lessons had finally paid off. With his eyes fixed on her yellow dress and anticipation speeding up his heart, he broke into a sprint to catch her when she turned around and started to run.
The way their branches waved and wept in the winds was unsettling to say the least, but at least they couldn’t move. Not like the eyes he kept seeing out of the corner of his vision.
He walked faster, pulling his hood over his head again. The winds blew it back soon enough.
i would follow you
to the ends of everything
cliche as it sounds
we would follow
gut instincts and
starry ideals
for a lifetime
to neither lead
nor be lead
to exist as circles
instead
I followed the brightly colored gnome down the shrouded path in the dead of night. I have no idea what willed me to pursue this amazingly random creature that somehow identified me in the darkness, but for some reason the manner in which it said my name so delicately and with a subtle edge of confidence; I knew that this luminescent creature would lead me somewhere new.
why do we follow trends? I want to be my own kind of person but I can’t let go of the urge inside of me that wants to fit in with people. do you remember me? do you remember me as a rebel? or an outsider? would I want to be remembered that way?
AS I FOLLOW HIM TO HIS ROOM I KEPT THINKING IF I WAS DOING THE RIGHT THING, It DIDN´T FELT RIGHT, BUT I WAS COMPELLED TO GO WITH HIM, I SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED MY INSTINCTS
I dont want the wrong people following me, because i dont know if i am a example to be followed. I think we all commit mistakes in life, but what makes the diference is the will of being a better person each day
I want to follow DJ Premier steps, because he is one of the most talented musical producers that i have ever seen in my whole life til now. Of course i could give a lot of other examples of some great producers, but in my opinion he is the best.
i’ve written this already.
follow. i want someone to love me enough that they’d folllow me. not trail me like a puppy, but be willing to take the risks that I want to take and go on adventures with me. i wish i could love someone so much that i’d do the same.
I’ll follow you into the dark isn’t true. People aren’t selfless enough to follow those they love into the unknown. At least I don’t think they are. Everytime someone I love has had to deal with something hard they run away from their problems, from their mistakes, from me.
How does one follow? Follow who? follow where? To what end should we follow someone or something? Why do we have the urge to follow other? why not forge your own path? Why must we choose someone to follow?
Oh so dark and dreamy yet light and creamy
Clouds and lace beat in time as cloth on the line where gentle breezes sweep and billow
Do these sheets that crest and peak, whisper speak for their comrades to up and follow?
The world goes by following, people follow people, words follow after each other, and animals follow there leaders. Are world is all about follow.
The world goes by following, people follow people, words follow after each other, and animals follow there leader.
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I follow leaders . that is what we are taught as kids to follow anyone that leads us. I like to disobey leaders.
There it was.
A tiny, beautiful light buzzing around in the dark. I wondered what it was. I wondered how it came here. I wondered if I could keep it. I wondered if I if it would die as soon as sun comes up. I wondered if it would glow forever. I wondered if it would stay with me in this darkness.
Or leave me.
But I decided on it anyways.
My eyes followed the firefly everywhere.
The afternoon came slow over the neighborhood, old battered beldings and tired shingles all lit up in a lazy incandescence. There was a slow, drab kind of excitement in the streets, and it was nothing short of ordinary.
After all, the evening followed noontide, and night followed evening, and morning followed the night. All time itself seemed to have reached an understanding with this slow, meandering town.
Through high grass and over the hill, he stayed in line with her footsteps, careful to walk on his tip-toes. Ballet lessons had finally paid off. With his eyes fixed on her yellow dress and anticipation speeding up his heart, he broke into a sprint to catch her when she turned around and started to run.
The trees were wary.
The way their branches waved and wept in the winds was unsettling to say the least, but at least they couldn’t move. Not like the eyes he kept seeing out of the corner of his vision.
He walked faster, pulling his hood over his head again. The winds blew it back soon enough.