I feel so connected to Roxanne. She makes me feel like we’re sisters and that I could live my life trusting her and her only. Is it weird that I can only tell her things? But being connected with her is one of those super important things a person has in their lives. Being connected with the ones you love is so important because it makes you feel loved and trusted and respected. That’s what I have with her.
I am connected the world and to everyone around me. The kindred human spirit that passes from ancestor to the present wraps me up in kindness and in strength. Why am I the only one who can tap into this mighty power? Why can’t the world be set free?
I feel most connected when I am with people who make me happy and
feel good about myself and the world in general. Being connected is
a wonderful feeling that establishes the best in each of us … we need
to all feel more connected to our special world.
Connected. I guess the first thing that pops to mind is connections like wifi and such, but really it means something far more. Being connected with someone, having a connection with them. Really feeling things with each other and being able to connect over things that you wouldn’t have thought of before. I guess I don’t connect with people as much as I wish. But I like it better that way, maybe. I wish that I was closer literally with the people with whom I am truly connected.
I’m connected to my ancestors. I think of them and I wonder what they were like. I wish I had more pictures of them. Or any pictures at all. I dream of them or I dream of their lives as they happened.
I feel so connected to you every time we kiss. An unbreakable bond. An unmistakable interlocking mutual feeling. You and I are one. Is it love? Or merely infatuation?
i like having things come together. people come together. anythign that can be joined is a connection. i want to feel connected with myself. i think i neglect myself. all i talk about is myself.. i want to be connected with the world rather. i need to discona minute has passed but my internet connection sucks so it hasnt connected to the next page yet. i bet. i have so much anger.. disconnect. please.
They say subatomic strings move in such a way that they are all interrelated.
Is this the model that explains how we are all connected?
Even stranger than this explanation –
I still feel like a puppet in that I’m currently tied to this existence.
will the members of the parliamentary party please pick up their cat from the front desk. we found it meowing for justice and thoughtful attention. it’s blue and gray. would you please pick up your cate
we are all connected in some way, no matter how you know someone, or dont, you are connected by life and by experience and buy relationships. you may never know who you are connected to, maybe one day it will all make sense the reason you are connected to someone.
I feel connected to nothing. But when I am with you . EVERYTHING. Love is possible. And stuff. Just stay here with me. You don’t understand how it feels when I am with you. Don’t you dare EVER Leave me, my love. Darling. I love you.
As human beings, we are all connected. We share similar thoughts and a similar state of mind. Imagine a long, unbreakable string holding us all together. Originality does not exist. Chances are, that idea brewing in your head has already been thought of. Uniqueness is all I want in this life.
Ah, I think about facebook and how that “connects” us to people. Really? I don’t think so, it is really just a facade of relationships that don’t mean anything. How much time do you actually spend with the people on your friend list? If I care about you,
Shasta ran a hand through his short brown hair, as he walked through the bustling city streets. He could see her now, they had almost reached the castle. The little girl holding his hand gave it a quick tug, gaining his attention. “Uncle Shasta, where are we going?” She asked, looking up at him confused. “Well, you said you wanted to meet Luisa. So I figured it was time you met her.” “Really?” She grinned. He nodded, bringing her up the castle steps, avoiding the roots that curled around the walls. He headed inside to the main hall, and smiled softly when he saw her. He let go of the girl’s hand, and walked forward, placing his hand on her bark. He ran it across the rough surface, before resting his head against the trunk. He wished he could hear her voice again. He wished he could see her smile. Run his hands through her blonde hair. Kiss her. Even holding her would bring him so much happiness. The little girl stared.
The last black dot slides down four spaces and clicks into place. I got it! The four year old grins to herself as her mother applauds quietly. Wow, honey. Good job. Look at that.
i am almost in love with him, i feel this power forcing me to go to him, follow whatever he does. is this love? what’s the feeling? like tinkertoys, we’re together, in a good way.. LOVE.
The indescribable feeling…. the first time I ever laid eyes on him. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me… all I knew was there was something connecting us… whatever it was, was something I’d never felt before. Ever. I will never forget.
i am connected to as many people as i can be but not as many as i want i’d like to meet some people on the other side of the world but mostly people from the former soviet union and eastern europe. we all connect when we want to and the more the merrier.
A circle. One person connected to the other like a perpetual ring of human souls culminating until the influence of one person can destroy or nurture the other. Once a bad act has begun, the rest is doomed. Once a rightful act is done, the rest is far more than one could ever imagine.
My mom is all about “getting connected”. Her buisness even revolves around it. She works on a magazine and website that’s all about connecting our community. And believe me, that’s all I hear about. Magazine-this, website-that.
I do not feel connected to much right now. I feel pretty poopy. I cannot stand school. I feel relly disconnected from my parents because of it, because they have such high expectations of me. They are putting so much pressure on me. I know they are trying to help me, but it is quite hard. I am also feeling disconnected from my friends. I don;t know, I just don;t feel like they really care about me all that much. I miss having someone here all of the time who I can always talk to about the things that are on my mind. I miss my sister. As much as she stresses me out, she is my best friend, and dI love her dearly. I just don;t want her thinking that she can act like my mom. She may be older, but she is not my mom. But I do love her so much. And now that she’s away at college, I feel disconnected from her too. Also, I feel disconnected from the Lord. This is the most poopy feeling of all because I know that all of the other poopythings would be solved if this one was solved. I miss feeling the comforting presence of God around me. I feel so lonely right now. I just need someone to listen to me.
i feel connected to my mom, on a level people wouldnt understand – truthfully one she probably wouldnt even understand. i never really say it and i doubt she even knows it but i truly feel like the extension of a person in relation to her. i dont quite feel like she’s a part of me but that i am a part of her directly.
this is happening to us, a break in the waves, the way our words sway on daggers, from warmth to comfort and back to bleeding. i speak, you speak, neither of us can hear. and all of the skies we pulled from your eyes, they polluted our seas, they’ve broken your tongue; you mumble, i speak, and we play stupid games on instruments made from my skin; interruptions. seconds speaking. i like to lie to you – you go along.
When you feel connected to someone, it’s like nothing can get in between you. When you’re with them, you feel invincible, incredible. It’s like having a battery attached to your brain, but it never runs out. It’s one of the best feelings to be connected to someone special.
Connected, now a days everyone is connected, Through phones and internet. Theres always a way to be contacted, and information to be connected to others. I sound really dumb. Connected, by the hip. Like simese twins. WEIRD! That would really not be good, not going anywhere without this simese twin hanging off my ear. Im sorry to all the conected people out there. Its a sad thing.
To add or not to add, that is the question. I’ve seen him once before. I think. Maybe that was someone else. We have 67 mutual friends… is that enough? I can’t decide, but I send the friend request anyways.
Everyone should be moving together as a whole. With this we can accomplish so much more than we can ever imagine on our own. We deepen our spirituality and feelings towards all being to achieve greater tasks. We are together . We are one.
The idea of being connected is even more evident today with all the social media available. If you want to renew or stay in touch with family and friends it is easier than
picking up a pen or looking up an address–just go on your social media format. The news is minute to minute on news social media sources. We are truly connected worldwide thanks to the world wide web.
Feeling connected to the peoole that I love is just looking at them, talking to them or best yet, hugging them. Connected. Complete. Happy,
I feel so connected to Roxanne. She makes me feel like we’re sisters and that I could live my life trusting her and her only. Is it weird that I can only tell her things? But being connected with her is one of those super important things a person has in their lives. Being connected with the ones you love is so important because it makes you feel loved and trusted and respected. That’s what I have with her.
I am connected the world and to everyone around me. The kindred human spirit that passes from ancestor to the present wraps me up in kindness and in strength. Why am I the only one who can tap into this mighty power? Why can’t the world be set free?
I feel most connected when I am with people who make me happy and
feel good about myself and the world in general. Being connected is
a wonderful feeling that establishes the best in each of us … we need
to all feel more connected to our special world.
Connected. I guess the first thing that pops to mind is connections like wifi and such, but really it means something far more. Being connected with someone, having a connection with them. Really feeling things with each other and being able to connect over things that you wouldn’t have thought of before. I guess I don’t connect with people as much as I wish. But I like it better that way, maybe. I wish that I was closer literally with the people with whom I am truly connected.
I’m connected to my ancestors. I think of them and I wonder what they were like. I wish I had more pictures of them. Or any pictures at all. I dream of them or I dream of their lives as they happened.
I feel so connected to you every time we kiss. An unbreakable bond. An unmistakable interlocking mutual feeling. You and I are one. Is it love? Or merely infatuation?
i like having things come together. people come together. anythign that can be joined is a connection. i want to feel connected with myself. i think i neglect myself. all i talk about is myself.. i want to be connected with the world rather. i need to discona minute has passed but my internet connection sucks so it hasnt connected to the next page yet. i bet. i have so much anger.. disconnect. please.
If you have two things to connect, and you connect them, then you may refer to them as “connected.”
They say subatomic strings move in such a way that they are all interrelated.
Is this the model that explains how we are all connected?
Even stranger than this explanation –
I still feel like a puppet in that I’m currently tied to this existence.
will the members of the parliamentary party please pick up their cat from the front desk. we found it meowing for justice and thoughtful attention. it’s blue and gray. would you please pick up your cate
we are all connected in some way, no matter how you know someone, or dont, you are connected by life and by experience and buy relationships. you may never know who you are connected to, maybe one day it will all make sense the reason you are connected to someone.
I feel connected to nothing. But when I am with you . EVERYTHING. Love is possible. And stuff. Just stay here with me. You don’t understand how it feels when I am with you. Don’t you dare EVER Leave me, my love. Darling. I love you.
As human beings, we are all connected. We share similar thoughts and a similar state of mind. Imagine a long, unbreakable string holding us all together. Originality does not exist. Chances are, that idea brewing in your head has already been thought of. Uniqueness is all I want in this life.
To the cloud
Post your status
Follow me
There’s and app for that
When there’s a map for that
We have done so much to stay connected
Yet so little to actually disconnect
Ah, I think about facebook and how that “connects” us to people. Really? I don’t think so, it is really just a facade of relationships that don’t mean anything. How much time do you actually spend with the people on your friend list? If I care about you,
It is something I strive for in everyday life. Connection to customers. To Family. To friends. At the heart of it al are the connections we make.
Shasta ran a hand through his short brown hair, as he walked through the bustling city streets. He could see her now, they had almost reached the castle. The little girl holding his hand gave it a quick tug, gaining his attention. “Uncle Shasta, where are we going?” She asked, looking up at him confused. “Well, you said you wanted to meet Luisa. So I figured it was time you met her.” “Really?” She grinned. He nodded, bringing her up the castle steps, avoiding the roots that curled around the walls. He headed inside to the main hall, and smiled softly when he saw her. He let go of the girl’s hand, and walked forward, placing his hand on her bark. He ran it across the rough surface, before resting his head against the trunk. He wished he could hear her voice again. He wished he could see her smile. Run his hands through her blonde hair. Kiss her. Even holding her would bring him so much happiness. The little girl stared.
“Uncle Shasta…this is a tree.”
“She wasn’t always, Aiden. This is Luisa.”
The last black dot slides down four spaces and clicks into place. I got it! The four year old grins to herself as her mother applauds quietly. Wow, honey. Good job. Look at that.
We cut the strings that kept us together. This little thread connected to hope, to happiness, to a few moments of sexual bliss. Then we had kids.
i am almost in love with him, i feel this power forcing me to go to him, follow whatever he does. is this love? what’s the feeling? like tinkertoys, we’re together, in a good way.. LOVE.
The indescribable feeling…. the first time I ever laid eyes on him. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me… all I knew was there was something connecting us… whatever it was, was something I’d never felt before. Ever. I will never forget.
i am connected to as many people as i can be but not as many as i want i’d like to meet some people on the other side of the world but mostly people from the former soviet union and eastern europe. we all connect when we want to and the more the merrier.
A circle. One person connected to the other like a perpetual ring of human souls culminating until the influence of one person can destroy or nurture the other. Once a bad act has begun, the rest is doomed. Once a rightful act is done, the rest is far more than one could ever imagine.
My mom is all about “getting connected”. Her buisness even revolves around it. She works on a magazine and website that’s all about connecting our community. And believe me, that’s all I hear about. Magazine-this, website-that.
Plugged into the world around. It’s all connected.
connections are as thin as spiderweb strings. give them an experimental pluck and they all disintegrate.
leaving nothing but ashes behind.
I do not feel connected to much right now. I feel pretty poopy. I cannot stand school. I feel relly disconnected from my parents because of it, because they have such high expectations of me. They are putting so much pressure on me. I know they are trying to help me, but it is quite hard. I am also feeling disconnected from my friends. I don;t know, I just don;t feel like they really care about me all that much. I miss having someone here all of the time who I can always talk to about the things that are on my mind. I miss my sister. As much as she stresses me out, she is my best friend, and dI love her dearly. I just don;t want her thinking that she can act like my mom. She may be older, but she is not my mom. But I do love her so much. And now that she’s away at college, I feel disconnected from her too. Also, I feel disconnected from the Lord. This is the most poopy feeling of all because I know that all of the other poopythings would be solved if this one was solved. I miss feeling the comforting presence of God around me. I feel so lonely right now. I just need someone to listen to me.
union
one
wonderfull
cercanía
un mismo pensamiento
extraordinario
unico
poder
algo nuevo
experiencia compartida
all in all is all we are
i feel connected to my mom, on a level people wouldnt understand – truthfully one she probably wouldnt even understand. i never really say it and i doubt she even knows it but i truly feel like the extension of a person in relation to her. i dont quite feel like she’s a part of me but that i am a part of her directly.
How’s it possible
That the world’s so connected
Yet still so alone?
this is happening to us, a break in the waves, the way our words sway on daggers, from warmth to comfort and back to bleeding. i speak, you speak, neither of us can hear. and all of the skies we pulled from your eyes, they polluted our seas, they’ve broken your tongue; you mumble, i speak, and we play stupid games on instruments made from my skin; interruptions. seconds speaking. i like to lie to you – you go along.
When you feel connected to someone, it’s like nothing can get in between you. When you’re with them, you feel invincible, incredible. It’s like having a battery attached to your brain, but it never runs out. It’s one of the best feelings to be connected to someone special.
Connected.
By a single invisible strand.
That runs through our hearts and shoots through our veins and surges with livelihood,
Connected, now a days everyone is connected, Through phones and internet. Theres always a way to be contacted, and information to be connected to others. I sound really dumb. Connected, by the hip. Like simese twins. WEIRD! That would really not be good, not going anywhere without this simese twin hanging off my ear. Im sorry to all the conected people out there. Its a sad thing.
Being connected was what she craved more than anything. Online, phones, face-to-face, she needed the contact to feel like herself.
To add or not to add, that is the question. I’ve seen him once before. I think. Maybe that was someone else. We have 67 mutual friends… is that enough? I can’t decide, but I send the friend request anyways.
together as one! A bond that can not be broken. Peace.
Everyone should be moving together as a whole. With this we can accomplish so much more than we can ever imagine on our own. We deepen our spirituality and feelings towards all being to achieve greater tasks. We are together . We are one.
The idea of being connected is even more evident today with all the social media available. If you want to renew or stay in touch with family and friends it is easier than
picking up a pen or looking up an address–just go on your social media format. The news is minute to minute on news social media sources. We are truly connected worldwide thanks to the world wide web.