Å verge er å si at på måtte sverge på noe som du ikke kan bryte, vis man bryter løftet etter man verget må man be til de 7 dvergene i sør.
by Dvergionen March 15, 2023
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There is no point in keeping up a fence if it is worn down- unable to do its job
Figurative Meaning:
At times there is no need for unnecessary doubt when it is incapable of preventing the inevitable
- Dmitri Milan Mikhailov
There is no point in keeping up a fence if it is worn down- unable to do its job
Figurative Meaning:
At times there is no need for unnecessary doubt when it is incapable of preventing the inevitable
- Dmitri Milan Mikhailov
Individual A: "I find myself completely distraught, whatever am I supposed to do dear compadre?"
Individual B: "Fret not my dear, for what Need for a Fence that is on the verge of decay?"
Individual B: "Fret not my dear, for what Need for a Fence that is on the verge of decay?"
by Dmitri Theodore Mikhailov August 21, 2024
Get the What Need For a Fence That Is On The Verge Of Decay mug.To be on the verge is to stand at the trembling lips of a beginning. It is that breathless, suspended heartbeat between almost and always.
Verge is not a boundary but a threshold. It is the exact moment before a first kiss where the air grows heavy or the fragile second before saying i love you when the words are already warm in your throat but haven't yet taken flight.
I left voice notes for my love twice from an anonymous number. He didnt open it, thinking it spam...
What more can I do now. It feels like
Verge is not a boundary but a threshold. It is the exact moment before a first kiss where the air grows heavy or the fragile second before saying i love you when the words are already warm in your throat but haven't yet taken flight.
I left voice notes for my love twice from an anonymous number. He didnt open it, thinking it spam...
What more can I do now. It feels like
The sky has held its breath for far too long
While miles of silence stretched between our wings.
Now the wind sings its final song
We rest where dawn and quiet clings
The latch is turned, the gilded cage is gone
Replaced by walls that echo with our names
A sanctuary carved in light and lawn
Beyond the reach of old and weary games
Four feet are pressed against the polished floor
A single breath before the world is new
We linger at the opening of the door
To take the step that turns a ‘me’ to ‘us' and ‘you.’
I'm already there, crafting thoughts
Holding steady on the verge, waiting for you.
1028 Let’s not just remember the magic let’s choose to live it, for the first time.
While miles of silence stretched between our wings.
Now the wind sings its final song
We rest where dawn and quiet clings
The latch is turned, the gilded cage is gone
Replaced by walls that echo with our names
A sanctuary carved in light and lawn
Beyond the reach of old and weary games
Four feet are pressed against the polished floor
A single breath before the world is new
We linger at the opening of the door
To take the step that turns a ‘me’ to ‘us' and ‘you.’
I'm already there, crafting thoughts
Holding steady on the verge, waiting for you.
1028 Let’s not just remember the magic let’s choose to live it, for the first time.
by My ❤️ flows January 29, 2026
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