I won’t think. I won’t drink. I won’t talk bad about people. Even if there is no apparent punishment. Sometimes you just know you won’t do it. They’re called “Limits”.
Oh boy. My boyfriend will be, if not already, recieving his punishment for lying. I know it’ll entail that he won’t be able to talk to me for at least a few days. And that sucks. I am still unsure about whether lying is the worst thing a person can do. I mean, my boyfriend considers it like, the worst thing ever. I don’t get it.
i think of all the punishment i have received in the past few weeks. i wanted it all and i tried to get it, now i have nothing. i call that punishment at its harshest, i lost what i love to keep what i hate. and all i can wonder is, do i deserve it?
Oranges, the smell, made him think of punishment. The belt, specially made when he was born, for the Discipline. Same as his father had when he was a boy. Mother too.
it was given for an honest crime. humanity. for feeling for another human being what should be felt by all others. a ride to a near by mall. a ride of only a few yards. then punishment falls on a boy who only meant to save a person the struggle of walking alone in the dark. who ever said punishment was just forgot that there is only personal perception in this world, and personal perception leads to a whole new world for each person
i never know what punishments are okay. i mean, who decides punishment? is punishment subjective, or objective? inflicted, or simply experienced? probably both. i hate questions where the answers are ‘both’. but punishment is scary because i never know who decides what’s right, what’s wrong and what’s punishable.
It can be used as a way to put a kid on a the right path. But it is tricky it can make or break a kid. It can also be used as a way to stop criminals and the life they are living and taking.
The prisoner sat in his cell, alone. he knew what was coming. he had known for a long while now. so why he was feeling so scared was a mystery to him. He had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling, being in a position so serious as his own, but definitely not what he was feeling at the moment. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. This was the last time he was going to be here, alone, dependent. In next hour and a half, he was going to be led out to take his last breaths. It was time for him to die.
The punishment was the easy part. After what I did, I thought I’d be hanged. But no. All I got was a month in jail. Can you believe that? Now, I have my own personal punishment. I have the weight of knowing I drove that car over my shoulders for the rest of my life. The punishment was the easy part, the guilt, on the other hand, is next to unbearable.
it’s in the title of a very famous russian novel by dostoyevsky where the most interesting character is a prostitute. It’s also the root of many sexual fantasies and many tv programmes end with it
everyone sat quietly stabbing away at the binca making cross stitch patterns on the sturdy coarse grey fabric, it was raining and grey outside and her world had become bewilderingly grey since her mother died, but school was a constant and found ways to distract her mind and she loved the colours of the embroidery wool she loved the meditative repetition of sewing and she liked the undemanding presence of school friends, so when Sally Ann asked for the pink wool she said it was a lovely colour but she was sticking with green and yellow because it was happy colours and it was going to be a present for her Dad and men didn’t have pink things , and ….. the savage voice of sister Rose cracked the room in two, “Come to the front!” she shrieked, “and hold out your hand. I….. said…. silence…. ” she punctuated each word with a smarting whack of the ruler across her palm, but the girl didn’t much feel it, the world had got so full of pain she had stopped feeling in lots of ways, her heart raced from shock and surprise at the nun’s anger, but she in no way ever expected the world to be fair or reasonable again and she looked past her teacher to the wall behind where was pinned a picture of Pipaluk, a polar bear newborn at London Zoo, the wonderful picture she had clipped from the Evening news and brought in to share.
I love getting punished. It fills my heart with joy and laughter. I can’t tell you how amazing it feels to get punished. The reason I got punished is because I was licking my toes and mommy said that’s yucky, so I am grounded from my Barbie learning laptop.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr evil good harsh writing with out thinking about something you didnt have tim to think about to write something that you dont really care about about a word you dont like >.< but i like smileys :) because smileys are good
this punishment is strictly on the basis of a passing statement for a passing feeling. i’m doing the best i can, right now, given the punishing circumstances.
I got punished because I stole unicorn babies. But too bad they were purple, because if I wanted to ice skate with them, they would have to be green instead. Punishment is a bad thing, but sometimes it is a good thing. But sometimes it is not a good thing, but sometimes I like it. Bye.
there is a great punishment for an action such as your
i never am punished
i can’t take it seriously
punishment is for those who misbehave
yet instead of getting my dolls taken from me as a child
when i was bad
i would just say
“that’s fine, i just won’t think about them”
Når du gør noget som er forkert. Eller hvis livet bare er direkte uretfærdigt. Men det handler også om at vide at der er konsekvenser for alle dine handlinger. Og nogle gange bliver man nød til at acceptere ens straf og lære af den.
i was really mad one day and so i threw i rock at the window. the girl i hate just happened to be right in front of it. long story short…im in jail. the woman next to me is a prostitute and the lunch had a dead fly on it. ive learned my lesson.
Punishment is something that can be cruel, but at times very nessisary. It’s one of those things that people never want to happen to them, but are fine with inflicting apon others. It is hypocrites like these that deserve it the most.
How hard is it? I mean. We should have thought about it. Or at least, consider some of the consequences. Now I’m hurt. And you don’t give a fuck. Why have we met? Don’t you know I miss you?
people do things that are wrong. and they have to pay the consequences. when i was younger, i hated that word. i hated saying it. and be told that i was “getting punished” for doing something. i hated other words too. but this word was one of the worst. i think there are good ways and bad ways to punish people. i don’t even like typing it.
The place where there is no hiding, where anger is dealt out without thought to intent. Where lack of knowledge is not considered, where power is wielded without balance of understanding. Time takes its toll.
I deserved it. I had it coming all along. This is what I get for trying to use someone for my own personal needs. I thought I wouldn’t get attatched, but there is no doubt that I did. Instead, he ended up hurting me and I am having a hard time letting go.
Is the absolute worst. Especially when you are in elementary school and all you want to do is play outside in the summer BUT you are being punished for something your brother did and are stuck inside all day watching the other kids play.
She didn’t understand. It wasn’t punishment. It was a lesson. Here, now, it was a lesson in a safe environment. Later, out in the real world, it wouldn’t be safe, and it wouldn’t be a lesson. It would be life or death. And for some reason I couldn’t make her understand this. It made me doubt his judgment. It made me doubt whether she was really the one.
I hate it. I hate how he can bring it down whenever he feels like it. I’ll do nothing, and yet it’s still wrong. Like a hammer on a nail, I can do nothing.
the worst feeling. knowing it’s coming. feeling that you deserve it even if you don’t. I’m not even catholic, so I don’t know where that comes from……the crawling anticipation on the back of your neck, the skin on your arms, the wince coiled and waiting in your gut like a poisonous snake ready to lash out and sink it’s fangs into you….
There is no sense in the punishment I gave myself over the years. I did not deserve to be punished. I did not deserve to believe terrible things about myself. I am a good person and I try hard. I used to let fear lead the way all too often. I am a much better coordinator of my life now — love is my leader as often as possible. Thank heavens! Hooray!
there is too many things in life that are punishable. Her steamy affair with her boss, Bobb Higgins, was one thing. She didn’t mean to fall in love with a married man. It just happened.
what will it be? the punishment? you know exactly what i’m talking about. we both know i don’t deserve to be treated right or even remotely fair. i was fully aware of the consequences and continued on with my foolish plan anyways. punish me..
it rained down like the sky opened up and cast fire upon all of us. what had we done? nobody knew. but we knew we had done it and this was our punishment. it would set us back years and years. nothing would be the same again. the bar had come down.
Darkness. Only darkness. It had been days since she’d seen the light. She was still bleeding, she knew – the rusty smell of her blood took up the entire cell. She tried crying. She tried calling for help. But the only thing she could manage were heartbroken, dry sobs – painfully inaudible.
I won’t think. I won’t drink. I won’t talk bad about people. Even if there is no apparent punishment. Sometimes you just know you won’t do it. They’re called “Limits”.
Oh boy. My boyfriend will be, if not already, recieving his punishment for lying. I know it’ll entail that he won’t be able to talk to me for at least a few days. And that sucks. I am still unsure about whether lying is the worst thing a person can do. I mean, my boyfriend considers it like, the worst thing ever. I don’t get it.
i think of all the punishment i have received in the past few weeks. i wanted it all and i tried to get it, now i have nothing. i call that punishment at its harshest, i lost what i love to keep what i hate. and all i can wonder is, do i deserve it?
Oranges, the smell, made him think of punishment. The belt, specially made when he was born, for the Discipline. Same as his father had when he was a boy. Mother too.
it was given for an honest crime. humanity. for feeling for another human being what should be felt by all others. a ride to a near by mall. a ride of only a few yards. then punishment falls on a boy who only meant to save a person the struggle of walking alone in the dark. who ever said punishment was just forgot that there is only personal perception in this world, and personal perception leads to a whole new world for each person
The punishment that ensues for society is a generation that rebels against their war.
i never know what punishments are okay. i mean, who decides punishment? is punishment subjective, or objective? inflicted, or simply experienced? probably both. i hate questions where the answers are ‘both’. but punishment is scary because i never know who decides what’s right, what’s wrong and what’s punishable.
It can be used as a way to put a kid on a the right path. But it is tricky it can make or break a kid. It can also be used as a way to stop criminals and the life they are living and taking.
capital punishment.
The prisoner sat in his cell, alone. he knew what was coming. he had known for a long while now. so why he was feeling so scared was a mystery to him. He had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling, being in a position so serious as his own, but definitely not what he was feeling at the moment. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. This was the last time he was going to be here, alone, dependent. In next hour and a half, he was going to be led out to take his last breaths. It was time for him to die.
The punishment was the easy part. After what I did, I thought I’d be hanged. But no. All I got was a month in jail. Can you believe that? Now, I have my own personal punishment. I have the weight of knowing I drove that car over my shoulders for the rest of my life. The punishment was the easy part, the guilt, on the other hand, is next to unbearable.
it’s in the title of a very famous russian novel by dostoyevsky where the most interesting character is a prostitute. It’s also the root of many sexual fantasies and many tv programmes end with it
everyone sat quietly stabbing away at the binca making cross stitch patterns on the sturdy coarse grey fabric, it was raining and grey outside and her world had become bewilderingly grey since her mother died, but school was a constant and found ways to distract her mind and she loved the colours of the embroidery wool she loved the meditative repetition of sewing and she liked the undemanding presence of school friends, so when Sally Ann asked for the pink wool she said it was a lovely colour but she was sticking with green and yellow because it was happy colours and it was going to be a present for her Dad and men didn’t have pink things , and ….. the savage voice of sister Rose cracked the room in two, “Come to the front!” she shrieked, “and hold out your hand. I….. said…. silence…. ” she punctuated each word with a smarting whack of the ruler across her palm, but the girl didn’t much feel it, the world had got so full of pain she had stopped feeling in lots of ways, her heart raced from shock and surprise at the nun’s anger, but she in no way ever expected the world to be fair or reasonable again and she looked past her teacher to the wall behind where was pinned a picture of Pipaluk, a polar bear newborn at London Zoo, the wonderful picture she had clipped from the Evening news and brought in to share.
I love getting punished. It fills my heart with joy and laughter. I can’t tell you how amazing it feels to get punished. The reason I got punished is because I was licking my toes and mommy said that’s yucky, so I am grounded from my Barbie learning laptop.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr evil good harsh writing with out thinking about something you didnt have tim to think about to write something that you dont really care about about a word you dont like >.< but i like smileys :) because smileys are good
this punishment is strictly on the basis of a passing statement for a passing feeling. i’m doing the best i can, right now, given the punishing circumstances.
I got punished because I stole unicorn babies. But too bad they were purple, because if I wanted to ice skate with them, they would have to be green instead. Punishment is a bad thing, but sometimes it is a good thing. But sometimes it is not a good thing, but sometimes I like it. Bye.
there is a great punishment for an action such as your
i never am punished
i can’t take it seriously
punishment is for those who misbehave
yet instead of getting my dolls taken from me as a child
when i was bad
i would just say
“that’s fine, i just won’t think about them”
Når du gør noget som er forkert. Eller hvis livet bare er direkte uretfærdigt. Men det handler også om at vide at der er konsekvenser for alle dine handlinger. Og nogle gange bliver man nød til at acceptere ens straf og lære af den.
alot of bad things… but mostly the word that follows this is. undeserved. I don;t know why but it seems like bitterness wants to be said too.
i was really mad one day and so i threw i rock at the window. the girl i hate just happened to be right in front of it. long story short…im in jail. the woman next to me is a prostitute and the lunch had a dead fly on it. ive learned my lesson.
Punishment is something that can be cruel, but at times very nessisary. It’s one of those things that people never want to happen to them, but are fine with inflicting apon others. It is hypocrites like these that deserve it the most.
How hard is it? I mean. We should have thought about it. Or at least, consider some of the consequences. Now I’m hurt. And you don’t give a fuck. Why have we met? Don’t you know I miss you?
people do things that are wrong. and they have to pay the consequences. when i was younger, i hated that word. i hated saying it. and be told that i was “getting punished” for doing something. i hated other words too. but this word was one of the worst. i think there are good ways and bad ways to punish people. i don’t even like typing it.
The place where there is no hiding, where anger is dealt out without thought to intent. Where lack of knowledge is not considered, where power is wielded without balance of understanding. Time takes its toll.
I deserved it. I had it coming all along. This is what I get for trying to use someone for my own personal needs. I thought I wouldn’t get attatched, but there is no doubt that I did. Instead, he ended up hurting me and I am having a hard time letting go.
L’hiver en mon heure de cette calme odeur
Le lie de la grâce détournée sous le luxe
Murmure de grande lassitude… devant tant
De faibles rames je trame le fil de son fulgure
Blé de jeûne, suis-je trop de marteleau vers
Les râlements… défense d’ivoire dans les
Jamais la mémoire se mêla de tendre la main
De leur fuite je ne sais… humer la rosée
Je suis les cartels de vos mixes zi-mo-r 1
clown
hurt
pain
dog
dislike
dead
movies
childhood
wrong
what happens when you do something bad. sometimes your parents scream, sometimes they dont. they never hit, thats abuse. abuse is bad. :l dont do it.
horrible. the book im reading is horrible. abuse. hitting. consequences. mean. rage. faces. misunderstanding. groundation. ( being grounded)
Is the absolute worst. Especially when you are in elementary school and all you want to do is play outside in the summer BUT you are being punished for something your brother did and are stuck inside all day watching the other kids play.
She didn’t understand. It wasn’t punishment. It was a lesson. Here, now, it was a lesson in a safe environment. Later, out in the real world, it wouldn’t be safe, and it wouldn’t be a lesson. It would be life or death. And for some reason I couldn’t make her understand this. It made me doubt his judgment. It made me doubt whether she was really the one.
I hate it. I hate how he can bring it down whenever he feels like it. I’ll do nothing, and yet it’s still wrong. Like a hammer on a nail, I can do nothing.
the worst feeling. knowing it’s coming. feeling that you deserve it even if you don’t. I’m not even catholic, so I don’t know where that comes from……the crawling anticipation on the back of your neck, the skin on your arms, the wince coiled and waiting in your gut like a poisonous snake ready to lash out and sink it’s fangs into you….
There is no sense in the punishment I gave myself over the years. I did not deserve to be punished. I did not deserve to believe terrible things about myself. I am a good person and I try hard. I used to let fear lead the way all too often. I am a much better coordinator of my life now — love is my leader as often as possible. Thank heavens! Hooray!
there is too many things in life that are punishable. Her steamy affair with her boss, Bobb Higgins, was one thing. She didn’t mean to fall in love with a married man. It just happened.
What’s going to happen when my mom gets home and figures out I had that huge party without her permission. It is not well-deserved…
what will it be? the punishment? you know exactly what i’m talking about. we both know i don’t deserve to be treated right or even remotely fair. i was fully aware of the consequences and continued on with my foolish plan anyways. punish me..
it rained down like the sky opened up and cast fire upon all of us. what had we done? nobody knew. but we knew we had done it and this was our punishment. it would set us back years and years. nothing would be the same again. the bar had come down.
Punishment is like a Action that you preform to make some one realize their mistake
If a teacher gives punishment to a misbehaving student.
Darkness. Only darkness. It had been days since she’d seen the light. She was still bleeding, she knew – the rusty smell of her blood took up the entire cell. She tried crying. She tried calling for help. But the only thing she could manage were heartbroken, dry sobs – painfully inaudible.