You keep my work together, without you I would fail. Paper clips just don’t compare. But I fucking hate you when you prick me. Go to hell. Wait, don’t. Stay, keep my papers safe, get me good grades.
I think of the store. You know the one that has all of those supplies. I haven’t been to one in a very long time. this is boring. Sometimes staples can hurt. I enjoy taking staples out of the paper. re do. I like carefully taking it out of the paper. they are better than paper clips.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
I JUST WROTE FOR TEN MINUTES ABOUT STAPLES.
Why doesn’t it switch the word. I don’t care about staples. It didn’t stop me from writing last time and I ended up just rambling……… Cool, guys. Really cool.
A staple is a staple of all office supply kits. Stapling should be made an Olympic sport the way some people go about it. I hate the electric stapler. It’s fast and loud.
Time investment or time management. Honestly, they are two different things. You ask me what is more essential to a successful relationship. I tell you it’s all about giving time, giving in. Giving every moment your utmost care, beyond the realm of time.
staples are great, they hold things together. I guess sometimes when I am breaking you are like my staple… Only less pokey and outchey. Like a soft staple :) Well I guess that that would be a paper clip.
staples are little pieces of metal that you can attach two or more pieces of paper with. a staple food is a food that you can put into any meal or any day. a staple person is someone who is always there, and fits into any group of people. but maybe, just maybe, a staple person is a bad thing to me. don’t you want to be someone special?
you are the staple. chicken is my staple. open my mouth. because i’m broken. so staple. fix me with something useful. like man made fixer uppers. like staples.
It often comes down to the staple. Keeping parts together, as staples are want to do. Not an easy concept to convey off the cuff. Not something one considers regularly. Staple it on.
She was a staple of his life. She was the main thing. He didn’t go a day without seeing her and talking to her and taking in her presence, and if she was gone, he was thinking of her. She was practically his life.
I punch a staple in the pile of papers. I go to a filing cabinet and placed them in the correct file. I start to look through the other files in the room, and find and each of them have something about me written on them. They are not describing the good I have done, but instead the bad- my deepest, most darkest sins. For some reason, I have to give a file to a person. And another one, and another one; until they are gone. Days later, after the cabinets are empty, I look up and see that it was God who was taking these away. He replaced the cabinets, and in them, placed files of the great things I will do. He wants to make it impossible for me to go back and look through my huge list of sins. He wants my eyes on the future. I have to stop looking back.
the staple is a metal object. its like a square but then flat its sharp and metallic. looking its a essential to the work environment. staples can be handy for holding paper together. its amazing what they do its magnificent.
I have a staple on my dads desk. One staple. sitting there silently. How lonely and boring to just be there on that desk. Watching beautiful days pass by. The staple wouldn’t work in my stapler. It’s not perfect. It’s just a staple.
ما بحبهمش .. دايما بتفكّرني بكلمة ” تدبيس ” .. والتدبيس عمره ما كان حاجة حلوة .. ايام الدراسة كنت لما بآجي اذاكر بفك الورق المتدبّس .. عشان بحبه يتنطور بحرية !
She pulled back her hand, squealing. The staple had lodged in her finger instead of the book. “Damnit, can’t seem to do anything right.” She laid it aside and fill her wine glass.
I’m sure that there are staples hidden somewhere in my desk. Along with receipts and medication and other things. Maybe I’ll find them someday, when I’m looking to put my life back together.
He was the staple concept of my life, though he didn’t even existed a few weeks ago .. but I always knew he’s there .. he finally came out of nowhere .. to say .. Am here now, U’re safe =)
Grasp me, clasp my pages together. Stitch my heart with metal thread. I’ll be obedient. I’ll beat for you, only you. Staple my soul to the ground. I won’t even try to run.
It only had one function… to go through my pieces of paper and hold them together. But no it couldn’t handle even the trivial assignment. How could something designed so simply not work?
It makes me very uncomfortable when people try to staple themselves. With or without blood, it still seems like an unhealthy thing to do. I have a slight fear of staples just because I’ve seen people staple themselves.
Staple reminds me of staples, which I LOVE. I feel like a kid in a candy store skipping through the aisles checking out all the pretty office supplies. Nothing is sweeter than having a fresh set of notebooks, folders, staples, and most of all, pens! Ones that work just right. The ink flows out in a steady stream with the perfect amount of pressure. Mmm mm good.
i’ll get glue and tape and string and pins, needles and threads and staples and i’ll put you back together piece by piece. i will and you won’t feel sad anymore and i’ll love you and you’ll love you and you’ll be happy and i’ll hug you and you’ll leave the people that are doing you harm and you’ll come with me to canada and when we’re 50 we’ll die, go to the heaven house and- you have no idea how much i miss you.
A leprechaun stapled a pot of gold to a poor Irishman’s head and scurried off cackling. Now how the leprechaun had done this, or how just an enormous and heavy cauldron filled with precious metal was able to dangle off the bloke’s crown without snapping the metal bracket or ripping off flesh…was beyond everyone in the village. Still, as everyone clawed for the gold, I sat in the patch of shamrocks playing my flute and hoped that the poor gentleman wouldn’t be torn to pieces for a few lumps of flaxen impurity.
with the green and the cheer and the smiles from a woman nearly three times my age this place and this feeling has been a staple in my life from the start. long live the irish!
There was a simple argument to make; was love a staple that held me together or was I a staple holding love to myself by mere false means? I couldn’t decide where a metal pin would hold me to someone or me to an idea, how can we have such a flimsy attachment to something so intangible?
staples hold things together, staples could be seen as a metaphor for feelings, friendship, love. They hold things together permanently, but can be torn apart, its never nice when things get ripped apart, leaves an ugly mark that no one wants to see, people want to start over and try again when it happens.
I’m terrified of accidentally stapling a body part one day. It’s an irrational fear. Because there is nothing that would posses me to staple myself. But still I’m scared of staplers, cliffs, subways, busy streets. I have an irrational fear of everything.
stapes are flicked around the room. they hold things together. they hurt when you get them stuck but they hurt more to pull out. i keep losing them. the hoover doesnt like them. i used to have to pull them out of stacks of paper for a living. boring.
There are small things that you can trip on. A wire. A random rope. A hamster, if it’s owner was rather careless. But a staple? I mean, a stapler is understandable, but a staple? That’s ridiculous. And even more so because I denied it afterwards, though in plain sight. My lack of equilibrium is just sad.
Staple. Something to hold paper together, or something important to life. It could be food, faith, friends, or family, a staple can hold anything together. Maybe it’s connecting the pages of an essay, or maybe it’s connecting two lives.
You keep my work together, without you I would fail. Paper clips just don’t compare. But I fucking hate you when you prick me. Go to hell. Wait, don’t. Stay, keep my papers safe, get me good grades.
I think of the store. You know the one that has all of those supplies. I haven’t been to one in a very long time. this is boring. Sometimes staples can hurt. I enjoy taking staples out of the paper. re do. I like carefully taking it out of the paper. they are better than paper clips.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
I JUST WROTE FOR TEN MINUTES ABOUT STAPLES.
Why doesn’t it switch the word. I don’t care about staples. It didn’t stop me from writing last time and I ended up just rambling……… Cool, guys. Really cool.
A staple is a staple of all office supply kits. Stapling should be made an Olympic sport the way some people go about it. I hate the electric stapler. It’s fast and loud.
Time investment or time management. Honestly, they are two different things. You ask me what is more essential to a successful relationship. I tell you it’s all about giving time, giving in. Giving every moment your utmost care, beyond the realm of time.
staples are great, they hold things together. I guess sometimes when I am breaking you are like my staple… Only less pokey and outchey. Like a soft staple :) Well I guess that that would be a paper clip.
staples are little pieces of metal that you can attach two or more pieces of paper with. a staple food is a food that you can put into any meal or any day. a staple person is someone who is always there, and fits into any group of people. but maybe, just maybe, a staple person is a bad thing to me. don’t you want to be someone special?
you are the staple. chicken is my staple. open my mouth. because i’m broken. so staple. fix me with something useful. like man made fixer uppers. like staples.
It often comes down to the staple. Keeping parts together, as staples are want to do. Not an easy concept to convey off the cuff. Not something one considers regularly. Staple it on.
The staple to your diet. Keeping you alive. Keeping you together. Staples stapled together. Staple of life.
She was a staple of his life. She was the main thing. He didn’t go a day without seeing her and talking to her and taking in her presence, and if she was gone, he was thinking of her. She was practically his life.
I punch a staple in the pile of papers. I go to a filing cabinet and placed them in the correct file. I start to look through the other files in the room, and find and each of them have something about me written on them. They are not describing the good I have done, but instead the bad- my deepest, most darkest sins. For some reason, I have to give a file to a person. And another one, and another one; until they are gone. Days later, after the cabinets are empty, I look up and see that it was God who was taking these away. He replaced the cabinets, and in them, placed files of the great things I will do. He wants to make it impossible for me to go back and look through my huge list of sins. He wants my eyes on the future. I have to stop looking back.
the staple is a metal object. its like a square but then flat its sharp and metallic. looking its a essential to the work environment. staples can be handy for holding paper together. its amazing what they do its magnificent.
I have a staple on my dads desk. One staple. sitting there silently. How lonely and boring to just be there on that desk. Watching beautiful days pass by. The staple wouldn’t work in my stapler. It’s not perfect. It’s just a staple.
ما بحبهمش .. دايما بتفكّرني بكلمة ” تدبيس ” .. والتدبيس عمره ما كان حاجة حلوة .. ايام الدراسة كنت لما بآجي اذاكر بفك الورق المتدبّس .. عشان بحبه يتنطور بحرية !
She pulled back her hand, squealing. The staple had lodged in her finger instead of the book. “Damnit, can’t seem to do anything right.” She laid it aside and fill her wine glass.
I’m sure that there are staples hidden somewhere in my desk. Along with receipts and medication and other things. Maybe I’ll find them someday, when I’m looking to put my life back together.
He was the staple concept of my life, though he didn’t even existed a few weeks ago .. but I always knew he’s there .. he finally came out of nowhere .. to say .. Am here now, U’re safe =)
Grasp me, clasp my pages together. Stitch my heart with metal thread. I’ll be obedient. I’ll beat for you, only you. Staple my soul to the ground. I won’t even try to run.
It only had one function… to go through my pieces of paper and hold them together. But no it couldn’t handle even the trivial assignment. How could something designed so simply not work?
I cringe at the pain of the noise,
i took a punching to my soul
your words itched their own sorrow
so staple my heart with yours,
and keep it forever
Staple the staple foods into a parcel, send the masses their shares of morsels.
It makes me very uncomfortable when people try to staple themselves. With or without blood, it still seems like an unhealthy thing to do. I have a slight fear of staples just because I’ve seen people staple themselves.
I would like to be stapled to my own brain and set on God’s desk near his telephone bill.
Staple reminds me of staples, which I LOVE. I feel like a kid in a candy store skipping through the aisles checking out all the pretty office supplies. Nothing is sweeter than having a fresh set of notebooks, folders, staples, and most of all, pens! Ones that work just right. The ink flows out in a steady stream with the perfect amount of pressure. Mmm mm good.
i’ll get glue and tape and string and pins, needles and threads and staples and i’ll put you back together piece by piece. i will and you won’t feel sad anymore and i’ll love you and you’ll love you and you’ll be happy and i’ll hug you and you’ll leave the people that are doing you harm and you’ll come with me to canada and when we’re 50 we’ll die, go to the heaven house and- you have no idea how much i miss you.
Sharp, strong, together like a staple describes the next candidate for the job.
this game is fun
A leprechaun stapled a pot of gold to a poor Irishman’s head and scurried off cackling. Now how the leprechaun had done this, or how just an enormous and heavy cauldron filled with precious metal was able to dangle off the bloke’s crown without snapping the metal bracket or ripping off flesh…was beyond everyone in the village. Still, as everyone clawed for the gold, I sat in the patch of shamrocks playing my flute and hoped that the poor gentleman wouldn’t be torn to pieces for a few lumps of flaxen impurity.
with the green and the cheer and the smiles from a woman nearly three times my age this place and this feeling has been a staple in my life from the start. long live the irish!
holds things together.
I have a king of staple-phobia; I don’t like anyone to use staplers near me. That’s kinda weird…
There was a simple argument to make; was love a staple that held me together or was I a staple holding love to myself by mere false means? I couldn’t decide where a metal pin would hold me to someone or me to an idea, how can we have such a flimsy attachment to something so intangible?
staples hold things together, staples could be seen as a metaphor for feelings, friendship, love. They hold things together permanently, but can be torn apart, its never nice when things get ripped apart, leaves an ugly mark that no one wants to see, people want to start over and try again when it happens.
I’m terrified of accidentally stapling a body part one day. It’s an irrational fear. Because there is nothing that would posses me to staple myself. But still I’m scared of staplers, cliffs, subways, busy streets. I have an irrational fear of everything.
stapes are flicked around the room. they hold things together. they hurt when you get them stuck but they hurt more to pull out. i keep losing them. the hoover doesnt like them. i used to have to pull them out of stacks of paper for a living. boring.
Bread is my staple food, i tried rice and potato, but i like bread best.
There are small things that you can trip on. A wire. A random rope. A hamster, if it’s owner was rather careless. But a staple? I mean, a stapler is understandable, but a staple? That’s ridiculous. And even more so because I denied it afterwards, though in plain sight. My lack of equilibrium is just sad.
دست عليها و انا صغير و انا من يومها مبحبش الدباسات
شعور مؤلم لاداة مهمه و من يومها و انا حالف ما اشتغل على مكتب
Staple. Something to hold paper together, or something important to life. It could be food, faith, friends, or family, a staple can hold anything together. Maybe it’s connecting the pages of an essay, or maybe it’s connecting two lives.