my point is to show you that i love you and i care about you, you make me happy. i want to make you happy. i miss you. i miss talking and being with you. come back. please realise what you’ve done and that i was only trying to help you.
barbara
слушаю пласибо и пишу реферат по паталогии
эй есть тут русскоговорящие?
очень интересная тема, а на кровати кстати спит мужчина с кошками
русскоговорящие?
She has a point. It didn’t have to go this way. As we rang the bell, the end was near. We all knew. All of these years we spent gathering a team. It was for nothing. They would overtake us. Our efforts would be for nothing. They would win the war. The end is near. Beware the undead.
Jack
Point to me, point to her, point to us, point to you. We point, we blame, we pass. You put it on me, you put it on her, you put it on us, but you never put it on you.
What’s the point? Where to go? I’d rather you point to me, than I point to you.
“You’re missing the point.”
“Okay, can you just tell me instead of talking around it?”
“Circumlocution.”
“What?”
“Talking around something. Circumlocution.”
“You are seriously so annoying.”
“You adore me.”
“Both can be true.”
“I love you.”
“Stay on topic.”
It was either death or death, he just had to choose which one he preferred; death by jumping off the steep cliff behind him, or death by a hundred bullets from the rifles pointed right in front of him.
THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU WRITE SOMETHING AMAZING FOR “POINT” BUT THEN YOU RANDOMLY GET LOGGED OUT. YOU TRY TO REMEMBER WHAT WAS TYPED BUT IT’S NOT THE SAME AND IT NEVER WILL BE? BECAUSE SAME!!
There is a point to everything…. A point away from things that you should steer clear of…. A point of understanding. One must always consider the point of all thoughts and actions.
Hazel
Point means a lot of things. Point of view means who is telling the story; whose eyes are seeing the world. Point can also be an action to show the direction of something, or your stand in an argument.
Emily
That’s kind of the purpose of us being here, isn’t it? To rob and plunder and terrorize all these people?
I should make it clear just what I am saying but that is illusive. It is perhaps illusory as well, the thought that it can all be summarized so neatly, brought to a finely wrought point, cleany argued and summarized.
The point was that they hadn’t accomplished anything. The point was that neither of them knew what they were doing. It wasn’t that she had lied, or that he hadn’t cared enough. The fact of the matter was, both of them had completely missed the point, and that is why everything had broken.
chi
It is always a question of your point of view.
If you are fond of someone, he or she can do almost everything without you being annoyed.
If you don’t like someone, however, he or she will always be under suspicion.
Bluered
It points to any direction, a multi-cardinal fixture, and you don’t know which way is right. Is there even a correct path, or are you supposed to just wander down each one and decide which leads to your destination?
There is glass between us, obscuring me from you and you from me. We’ve never acknowledged it but it’s there all the same. There’s always been something between us, fragile and insurmountable all the same. We’re rooms apart even when you’re standing right beside me because I am too afraid to let you in and you are too afraid to let yourself out.
We will never know each other the way we yearn to. The most we’ll ever know is that we learn in darkness, shame and guilt, the place where secrets thrive.
We talk sometimes, half-truths about the future, a future where there is just you and me with no glass between us. But there is no point in it all. Because there is glass between us and there will always be glass between us.
As sharp as any dagger, it gleams.
Just a pencil lead, it seems.
Protruding from its yellow prison
A slave to my creative vision
The point still stands
My mind demands.
JenDRAWZ
The point of one life is to be lived to the fullest by making an impact on others, by contributing something to the community and by improving the lives that surround one.
One point to make is that a life lived to the fullest will make everyone happy.
Sorana
I need a one word title for my above mentioned words.
Pradeep Gayakwad
A man who has negative thoughts about everyone he knows and think he is the only superior.
Pradeep Gayakwad
She made it to the top of the peak, finally. That had been the most tiresome yet rewarding moment of her life. She could look down from above and point at all the things that were smaller than her from up there. She was bigger than everything she had to face.
M
COOLIO
BRAD
AT ME. POINT AT EACH OTHER. POINT TO EVERYTHING YOU SEE THAT MAKES YOU THINK, “WOW” OR “HUH?” … THE POINT OF POINTING IS SIMPLE: TO MAKE YOUR POINT IN LIFE CLEAR. POINT YOUR OWN GROWTH TOWARDS THE SKY AND THE SKY IS WHAT YOU WILL REACH.
BRAD
The shape grew in the sky. All along the streets, children pointed to show their parents the massive shadow stretching overhead. Soon it reached from horizon to horizon.
liam
I stared at that one point on the wall. The one point that had caused a whirlwind, changing my life forever. That specific point on that dingy beige wall. That one dingy beige wall in that small, suffocating living room. That small, suffocating living room, in that dirty, red brick house. That dirty, red brick house in that fake, overly-friendly neighbor. That fake, overly friendly neighbor in that shitty, backwoods town. That one spot on the wall that would forever alter the fabric of my life.
when you point your finger at someone or something it can be considered a rude gesture. Don’t point unless you are providing directions or you want to acknowledge something in the distance. If you continuously point, it can develop into subconscious thoughts about blaming or u
jeff
a place where things connect. a moment when everything changes. without points there would be nothing. lines and lives would not connect. they would run parallel and never meet. swoop near each other but never collide.
deke
her skin tangles with his lies
his fingertips drumming up her belly
it circles a point they both refuse to address
but she smiles, tight and right
and he pats her abdomen, no word needed
they won’t talk tonight
they might not talk about it ever
but for now she smiles and he pets and they are fine (who knows what they’ll be next)
The point is nothing besides the fact that the world is full of individuals who are convinced that their notion of the world is the only thing that is right.
Najla
The point is nothing besides the fact that the world is full of individuals who strongly believe that their notion of the world is the only thing that is right.
Najla
She points at the sky
At an array of color dots
Air balloons floating . . .
Point of view is important, leads to self discovery. A point on a needle, a pen, to show direction.
Sandra
tits
sarah
you point an arrow at a dartboard like you point your dick in my pussy. Pointing is very imporant in a long term relationship. I love to point my dick in her pusssy.
sarah
sometimes when you point fingers people get angry, you can point all around but everyone then refuses to point at themselves. people can have a delight, whimsical day even, but if you just so dare to lift that hand and point then god so help you, you’ll fall into a hole because no one realizes they point at everyone but themselves.
shaquira
On point. Well at least that’s what the kids are saying nowadays. It’s like another word for good. Why do I never find myself saying these things? Am I so detached from my generation that I can’t relate to people my own age? Relate to anyone really…
Amanda Marie
They are staring off into the sunset. Both on different sides of the hill. The only thing they can see is the shadow of a point. To what direction they do not know but it makes them feel better and more at home.
Nikki
“Look, I’m just trying to tell you – ”
“Would you get to the point?”
“I’m trying to tell you that – ”
“Would you get to the f***in’ POINT?”
I could feel my face grow red as I shouted right in Ivan’s face. “That’s what I’m TRYING to do, d***wad! The problem is you keep INTERRUPTING ME!”
Ivan went deathly silent. He had never heard me yell before. At least, not to his face.
my point is to show you that i love you and i care about you, you make me happy. i want to make you happy. i miss you. i miss talking and being with you. come back. please realise what you’ve done and that i was only trying to help you.
слушаю пласибо и пишу реферат по паталогии
эй есть тут русскоговорящие?
очень интересная тема, а на кровати кстати спит мужчина с кошками
русскоговорящие?
She has a point. It didn’t have to go this way. As we rang the bell, the end was near. We all knew. All of these years we spent gathering a team. It was for nothing. They would overtake us. Our efforts would be for nothing. They would win the war. The end is near. Beware the undead.
Point to me, point to her, point to us, point to you. We point, we blame, we pass. You put it on me, you put it on her, you put it on us, but you never put it on you.
What’s the point? Where to go? I’d rather you point to me, than I point to you.
“You’re missing the point.”
“Okay, can you just tell me instead of talking around it?”
“Circumlocution.”
“What?”
“Talking around something. Circumlocution.”
“You are seriously so annoying.”
“You adore me.”
“Both can be true.”
“I love you.”
“Stay on topic.”
It was either death or death, he just had to choose which one he preferred; death by jumping off the steep cliff behind him, or death by a hundred bullets from the rifles pointed right in front of him.
THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU WRITE SOMETHING AMAZING FOR “POINT” BUT THEN YOU RANDOMLY GET LOGGED OUT. YOU TRY TO REMEMBER WHAT WAS TYPED BUT IT’S NOT THE SAME AND IT NEVER WILL BE? BECAUSE SAME!!
The point of no return…???
There is a point to everything…. A point away from things that you should steer clear of…. A point of understanding. One must always consider the point of all thoughts and actions.
Point means a lot of things. Point of view means who is telling the story; whose eyes are seeing the world. Point can also be an action to show the direction of something, or your stand in an argument.
That’s kind of the purpose of us being here, isn’t it? To rob and plunder and terrorize all these people?
I should make it clear just what I am saying but that is illusive. It is perhaps illusory as well, the thought that it can all be summarized so neatly, brought to a finely wrought point, cleany argued and summarized.
The point was that they hadn’t accomplished anything. The point was that neither of them knew what they were doing. It wasn’t that she had lied, or that he hadn’t cared enough. The fact of the matter was, both of them had completely missed the point, and that is why everything had broken.
It is always a question of your point of view.
If you are fond of someone, he or she can do almost everything without you being annoyed.
If you don’t like someone, however, he or she will always be under suspicion.
It points to any direction, a multi-cardinal fixture, and you don’t know which way is right. Is there even a correct path, or are you supposed to just wander down each one and decide which leads to your destination?
There is glass between us, obscuring me from you and you from me. We’ve never acknowledged it but it’s there all the same. There’s always been something between us, fragile and insurmountable all the same. We’re rooms apart even when you’re standing right beside me because I am too afraid to let you in and you are too afraid to let yourself out.
We will never know each other the way we yearn to. The most we’ll ever know is that we learn in darkness, shame and guilt, the place where secrets thrive.
We talk sometimes, half-truths about the future, a future where there is just you and me with no glass between us. But there is no point in it all. Because there is glass between us and there will always be glass between us.
As sharp as any dagger, it gleams.
Just a pencil lead, it seems.
Protruding from its yellow prison
A slave to my creative vision
The point still stands
My mind demands.
The point of one life is to be lived to the fullest by making an impact on others, by contributing something to the community and by improving the lives that surround one.
One point to make is that a life lived to the fullest will make everyone happy.
I need a one word title for my above mentioned words.
A man who has negative thoughts about everyone he knows and think he is the only superior.
She made it to the top of the peak, finally. That had been the most tiresome yet rewarding moment of her life. She could look down from above and point at all the things that were smaller than her from up there. She was bigger than everything she had to face.
COOLIO
AT ME. POINT AT EACH OTHER. POINT TO EVERYTHING YOU SEE THAT MAKES YOU THINK, “WOW” OR “HUH?” … THE POINT OF POINTING IS SIMPLE: TO MAKE YOUR POINT IN LIFE CLEAR. POINT YOUR OWN GROWTH TOWARDS THE SKY AND THE SKY IS WHAT YOU WILL REACH.
The shape grew in the sky. All along the streets, children pointed to show their parents the massive shadow stretching overhead. Soon it reached from horizon to horizon.
I stared at that one point on the wall. The one point that had caused a whirlwind, changing my life forever. That specific point on that dingy beige wall. That one dingy beige wall in that small, suffocating living room. That small, suffocating living room, in that dirty, red brick house. That dirty, red brick house in that fake, overly-friendly neighbor. That fake, overly friendly neighbor in that shitty, backwoods town. That one spot on the wall that would forever alter the fabric of my life.
when you point your finger at someone or something it can be considered a rude gesture. Don’t point unless you are providing directions or you want to acknowledge something in the distance. If you continuously point, it can develop into subconscious thoughts about blaming or u
a place where things connect. a moment when everything changes. without points there would be nothing. lines and lives would not connect. they would run parallel and never meet. swoop near each other but never collide.
her skin tangles with his lies
his fingertips drumming up her belly
it circles a point they both refuse to address
but she smiles, tight and right
and he pats her abdomen, no word needed
they won’t talk tonight
they might not talk about it ever
but for now she smiles and he pets and they are fine (who knows what they’ll be next)
Point here, point there. Easy to get confused when you do not know which direction to go in life. But then, who knows the point of life.
The point is nothing besides the fact that the world is full of individuals who are convinced that their notion of the world is the only thing that is right.
The point is nothing besides the fact that the world is full of individuals who strongly believe that their notion of the world is the only thing that is right.
She points at the sky
At an array of color dots
Air balloons floating . . .
Point of view is important, leads to self discovery. A point on a needle, a pen, to show direction.
tits
you point an arrow at a dartboard like you point your dick in my pussy. Pointing is very imporant in a long term relationship. I love to point my dick in her pusssy.
sometimes when you point fingers people get angry, you can point all around but everyone then refuses to point at themselves. people can have a delight, whimsical day even, but if you just so dare to lift that hand and point then god so help you, you’ll fall into a hole because no one realizes they point at everyone but themselves.
On point. Well at least that’s what the kids are saying nowadays. It’s like another word for good. Why do I never find myself saying these things? Am I so detached from my generation that I can’t relate to people my own age? Relate to anyone really…
They are staring off into the sunset. Both on different sides of the hill. The only thing they can see is the shadow of a point. To what direction they do not know but it makes them feel better and more at home.
“Look, I’m just trying to tell you – ”
“Would you get to the point?”
“I’m trying to tell you that – ”
“Would you get to the f***in’ POINT?”
I could feel my face grow red as I shouted right in Ivan’s face. “That’s what I’m TRYING to do, d***wad! The problem is you keep INTERRUPTING ME!”
Ivan went deathly silent. He had never heard me yell before. At least, not to his face.
“What’s the point?” She said and sighed.