held, hmm well i have held manyt things but i dont like holding babies. i feel like im going to drop them. I kinda think held sounds like feld, felt, felton! tom felton is sexy
held out my hand and we walked into the mist. we held eachother close. he told me he loved me and took off my sweater as he kissed my neck softly. I love you too I told him as I unbuttoned his shirt. We made love that night for the first time…and It was amazing.
My hand was cold and clammy, but he grabbed it and held it tightly. His warm hand was everything I’d ever hoped it would be. It anchored me to the ground, and it let me fly. Being connected to a person in such an innocent, but completely intimate way is still not something I could accurately describe.
Inali held the phone to his ear, a blank expression on his face… in fact… the expression was more than blank… it was as if he was sleeping with his eyes open… as if he was dreaming and didn’t believe that they could be dead, even it he was dreaming…
His hand grasped mine and we sat there, content in our own silence. He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me towards him, eyes full of love.
I expected him to kiss me.
I expected him to tell me how much he loved me.
I expected him to do something romantic.
But no, he just wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.
And that was okay.
It was okay to just be held for once.
Not used, not just a toy. He held me because he loved me, and that’s all I really needed.
I held the hand of the person I thought was my Uncle. We were at the art Museum, and it was crowded. I was about five years old. After I held his hand, I looked up at his face, and was distressed to see it was a stranger who held my hand.
After the funeral i cried. I received many phone calls and messages of support. But when i went to you, you held me. Not a word needed to be spoken. Just your arms around me made me feel safe, loved and ok. I want to be held by you always and forever…
Mary held the key in her petite hands. It was made of gold and had a strange shimmer to it. She couldn’t imagine where it would fit, for it was an odd shape and very large.
i was held captive under a rock, a rock of nothing but sheer brilliance, amazingness and other words that don’t exist.
I struggled under the weight of this boulder until i finally gave up. that was it. i had given into the burden you had put on me — the struggle of putting up with your perfection.
the life together is held among thousands of people to form a center piece into earth to be created into a miracle part of transforming earth to a memorable project from one creature to have held the center of earth to pass it on to other to create someg like nothing else.
Her sweet, sweating, supple skin. Her slow cigarette kisses, her soft and searching tongue. She held me as I thought of how I used to hate her so bad. How could such hate create such love?
She was only a few minutes old, and already she commanded the love of a room full of people. She was a star, shining brightly in her white swaddling. Oh, the things this one would do in life!
up and what’s holding it in place are you restricted by feelings that were created a long time ago and dos that keep you from doing things from loving someon from taking a chance from laughing out love from falling in loe from doing the laundry?
He liked being held, the sun in his eyes, the breeze on his cheeks, the moment though, he stopped being held, he fell into solitude. No more sun, no more breeze. There wasn’t anything else, just him, there, alone.
she held me like never before, like 2 flowers hanging on an old abandoned tree…the rarest of beauty. Life should be about holding each other no matter what. Ill never let go…<3 :D
To be held is something that everyone should experience, whether it’s by a mother, or a lover or a caretaker of any sort. Everyone needs the companionship that being held brings you, and you need to know that you’re not alone. That’s what is the most important part about being held. The love, the embrace.
I held the crystal in the cup of my palms, watching in awe as the light it shed bounced off the glass walls around us. I could see my face in some of the pyres that surrounded me, distorted like at a carnival fun house. But this was no fun house; the light from the crystal was hot, and, magnified in the glass room, it became as unbearable as the scorching desert sun.
I’m still falling through the fields of your heart. Smiling glances, the light echoing inside of your grace. Love dancing throughout the expanse of my life. Falling. Waiting. Wanting.
i held you. you held me. nothing ever felt longer than that moment. your stiff chest was what my head needed, a place to rest. and i, i needed you. i needed your comfort. i needed your strength. i needed everything you had. i needed your love.
David scooted in closer and wrapped an arm around John’s waist as he spooned in tightly against him. He buried his nose in the nape of the blond man’s neck, and smiled against his skin when his hand was grasped gently in John’s hold, still asleep.
When I was little I had a blankey but more than that a mama who loved me dearly. I would be nervous, crying and scared….And completely confused as I experienced my first panic attack on the bus which I demanded return to school because i felt like I needed my mother to hold me as she always did. Now there’s no blankey and no mama but there’s only me and myself to comfort me. With those memories I am still not alone.
idk like.. she held the child. lol um it means to hold something but it is past tense. duhhhhhh she held her head up held rhymes with meld lol if that is even a word who knowssssss idk what else this wats me to write
He held her hand in his, the perfection and tenderness of the moment striking him. “I want to marry this girl.” He thought to himself, and smiled. She smiled back at him, her blue eyes shining. He just looked at her, wondering out on earth he got so lucky. She was thinking the same thing. Just, not about him.
He held me so closely. It was the last time I ever felt so connected to someone. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and he caressed my thigh with his free hand. I loved those nights at the beach house, when our jobs back home didn’t matter. All that mattered was the love between us and the baby in my womb on the way. I wonder what happened.
You held my hand in yours, turned it over to touch the palm. Put your fingers to your lips, then to mine, and you smiled, like you were saying that you were sorry.
And I always thought I was the one who was supposed to be sorry. I ruined your life at the expense of my own, and even that fell apart some time.
You let go of my hand and pulled back, pulled the rubber taut around your arm and gave me the needle, smiling.
“Go ahead.”
Once upon a time, years ago, you told me you’d call me, and that I should answer; I’m beginning to think I’m sorry I did – but while I injected you with heroin, all I could think was how you looked the first night we kissed, shaking in the cold like an addict in withdrawal.
It’s strange how just one person’s touch can change everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be in his arms for just a moment. That’s all I want. Just a second. Is that too much to ask?
he pulled her close and held her tight
“darling i love you,” he whispered quietly.
“i will never leave you.”
she looked at him and he saw tears in her eyes.
he didn’t know it but at the moment her heart was breaking into a thousand pieces and it was no one’s fault but her own. but his heart was broken as well.
she kissed him and asked him to never leave her.
he held her even tighter and told her he’d never leave.
she leaned into him and laid there smelling his shampoo and laundry detergent.
their hearts starting putting themselves back together, mixing pieces of each other until there were two hearts and two souls, but one person and one love.
i love when I can just hold her in my arms. It’s like being in heaven
everything goes away and i feel safe with her just warm in my arms and slowly tracing circles on her smooth skin. my piece of heaven.
I held you. One last time. I cried over you. I still think about you when it’s the middle of the night and I can’t get to sleep. I listen to the song that was playing when I found out. I visit your grave sometimes and I think of that last night when I held you close.
A baby wakes up in her crib. Where’s mom? The baby notices her mother’s absence and begins to cry. From the room next door her mother hears her crying and rushes in to go and hold her.
I just want to have held you longer. Longer than the time we had. The time we had wasn’t even real because you felt nothing. I felt everything. And you didn’t care. I just wanted to hold you and feel something, something like love, something I’d never felt. And you broke me. You broke everything in me. All I wanted was to be held. Is that so much to ask? I guess it was too much to ask from a broken man like you. But why’d you have to break me and bring me down with you?
captive
I once held a pack of doritos. it was lumpy and i felt like I would crackle all the chips if I held it any tighter.
“How many times have I what, Justine?”
“Held him.”
“I’ve held him plenty of times.”
“I don’t mean just for a moment, David. I mean when’s the last time that you really sat down and spent time with your son in your arms.”
There was silence. David didn’t have an answer for her.
held, hmm well i have held manyt things but i dont like holding babies. i feel like im going to drop them. I kinda think held sounds like feld, felt, felton! tom felton is sexy
held out my hand and we walked into the mist. we held eachother close. he told me he loved me and took off my sweater as he kissed my neck softly. I love you too I told him as I unbuttoned his shirt. We made love that night for the first time…and It was amazing.
My hand was cold and clammy, but he grabbed it and held it tightly. His warm hand was everything I’d ever hoped it would be. It anchored me to the ground, and it let me fly. Being connected to a person in such an innocent, but completely intimate way is still not something I could accurately describe.
the way you held me
Inali held the phone to his ear, a blank expression on his face… in fact… the expression was more than blank… it was as if he was sleeping with his eyes open… as if he was dreaming and didn’t believe that they could be dead, even it he was dreaming…
His hand grasped mine and we sat there, content in our own silence. He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me towards him, eyes full of love.
I expected him to kiss me.
I expected him to tell me how much he loved me.
I expected him to do something romantic.
But no, he just wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.
And that was okay.
It was okay to just be held for once.
Not used, not just a toy. He held me because he loved me, and that’s all I really needed.
I held the hand of the person I thought was my Uncle. We were at the art Museum, and it was crowded. I was about five years old. After I held his hand, I looked up at his face, and was distressed to see it was a stranger who held my hand.
I like it when you hold me, i feel safe and protected. It’s nice.
I will miss you holding me. I love you. I wish I didn’t. It’s so compliqué.
muffin top crayon brush paint lover dove shit holy hell me america earth wind fire salt king hatter hat madness insanity procrastination
After the funeral i cried. I received many phone calls and messages of support. But when i went to you, you held me. Not a word needed to be spoken. Just your arms around me made me feel safe, loved and ok. I want to be held by you always and forever…
Mary held the key in her petite hands. It was made of gold and had a strange shimmer to it. She couldn’t imagine where it would fit, for it was an odd shape and very large.
i was held captive under a rock, a rock of nothing but sheer brilliance, amazingness and other words that don’t exist.
I struggled under the weight of this boulder until i finally gave up. that was it. i had given into the burden you had put on me — the struggle of putting up with your perfection.
the life together is held among thousands of people to form a center piece into earth to be created into a miracle part of transforming earth to a memorable project from one creature to have held the center of earth to pass it on to other to create someg like nothing else.
Her sweet, sweating, supple skin. Her slow cigarette kisses, her soft and searching tongue. She held me as I thought of how I used to hate her so bad. How could such hate create such love?
She was only a few minutes old, and already she commanded the love of a room full of people. She was a star, shining brightly in her white swaddling. Oh, the things this one would do in life!
up and what’s holding it in place are you restricted by feelings that were created a long time ago and dos that keep you from doing things from loving someon from taking a chance from laughing out love from falling in loe from doing the laundry?
He liked being held, the sun in his eyes, the breeze on his cheeks, the moment though, he stopped being held, he fell into solitude. No more sun, no more breeze. There wasn’t anything else, just him, there, alone.
she held me like never before, like 2 flowers hanging on an old abandoned tree…the rarest of beauty. Life should be about holding each other no matter what. Ill never let go…<3 :D
To be held is something that everyone should experience, whether it’s by a mother, or a lover or a caretaker of any sort. Everyone needs the companionship that being held brings you, and you need to know that you’re not alone. That’s what is the most important part about being held. The love, the embrace.
I held the crystal in the cup of my palms, watching in awe as the light it shed bounced off the glass walls around us. I could see my face in some of the pyres that surrounded me, distorted like at a carnival fun house. But this was no fun house; the light from the crystal was hot, and, magnified in the glass room, it became as unbearable as the scorching desert sun.
I’m still falling through the fields of your heart. Smiling glances, the light echoing inside of your grace. Love dancing throughout the expanse of my life. Falling. Waiting. Wanting.
I wanna hold your hand. I wanna embrace you. I wanna kiss you more than anything else. I wanna hold you.
i held you. you held me. nothing ever felt longer than that moment. your stiff chest was what my head needed, a place to rest. and i, i needed you. i needed your comfort. i needed your strength. i needed everything you had. i needed your love.
David scooted in closer and wrapped an arm around John’s waist as he spooned in tightly against him. He buried his nose in the nape of the blond man’s neck, and smiled against his skin when his hand was grasped gently in John’s hold, still asleep.
When I was little I had a blankey but more than that a mama who loved me dearly. I would be nervous, crying and scared….And completely confused as I experienced my first panic attack on the bus which I demanded return to school because i felt like I needed my mother to hold me as she always did. Now there’s no blankey and no mama but there’s only me and myself to comfort me. With those memories I am still not alone.
idk like.. she held the child. lol um it means to hold something but it is past tense. duhhhhhh she held her head up held rhymes with meld lol if that is even a word who knowssssss idk what else this wats me to write
I wish somebody did. Hold me that is.
He held her hand in his, the perfection and tenderness of the moment striking him. “I want to marry this girl.” He thought to himself, and smiled. She smiled back at him, her blue eyes shining. He just looked at her, wondering out on earth he got so lucky. She was thinking the same thing. Just, not about him.
He held me so closely. It was the last time I ever felt so connected to someone. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and he caressed my thigh with his free hand. I loved those nights at the beach house, when our jobs back home didn’t matter. All that mattered was the love between us and the baby in my womb on the way. I wonder what happened.
You held my hand in yours, turned it over to touch the palm. Put your fingers to your lips, then to mine, and you smiled, like you were saying that you were sorry.
And I always thought I was the one who was supposed to be sorry. I ruined your life at the expense of my own, and even that fell apart some time.
You let go of my hand and pulled back, pulled the rubber taut around your arm and gave me the needle, smiling.
“Go ahead.”
Once upon a time, years ago, you told me you’d call me, and that I should answer; I’m beginning to think I’m sorry I did – but while I injected you with heroin, all I could think was how you looked the first night we kissed, shaking in the cold like an addict in withdrawal.
It’s strange how just one person’s touch can change everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be in his arms for just a moment. That’s all I want. Just a second. Is that too much to ask?
he pulled her close and held her tight
“darling i love you,” he whispered quietly.
“i will never leave you.”
she looked at him and he saw tears in her eyes.
he didn’t know it but at the moment her heart was breaking into a thousand pieces and it was no one’s fault but her own. but his heart was broken as well.
she kissed him and asked him to never leave her.
he held her even tighter and told her he’d never leave.
she leaned into him and laid there smelling his shampoo and laundry detergent.
their hearts starting putting themselves back together, mixing pieces of each other until there were two hearts and two souls, but one person and one love.
i love when I can just hold her in my arms. It’s like being in heaven
everything goes away and i feel safe with her just warm in my arms and slowly tracing circles on her smooth skin. my piece of heaven.
Held is the past tense of hold.
Example:
She held the celebration.
I held you. One last time. I cried over you. I still think about you when it’s the middle of the night and I can’t get to sleep. I listen to the song that was playing when I found out. I visit your grave sometimes and I think of that last night when I held you close.
A baby wakes up in her crib. Where’s mom? The baby notices her mother’s absence and begins to cry. From the room next door her mother hears her crying and rushes in to go and hold her.
I just want to have held you longer. Longer than the time we had. The time we had wasn’t even real because you felt nothing. I felt everything. And you didn’t care. I just wanted to hold you and feel something, something like love, something I’d never felt. And you broke me. You broke everything in me. All I wanted was to be held. Is that so much to ask? I guess it was too much to ask from a broken man like you. But why’d you have to break me and bring me down with you?