She held out her hand, silently asking for his in return. He reached down and pulled her into his arms, giving her more than she’d hoped for. Her heart gave her away, his answered by matching the pace. Surrounded by nothing but darkness they both listened to their hearts race.
Morgan
I have recently found that if I ask for something, within 48 hours, some form of response will come. I asked to have an opportunity to learn magic tricks, and two chances came to me. A student showed me a way to make it look like my arm twisted 360 degrees, and a dude on the street was doing awesome tricks. Basically, it’s just being aware of your surroundings once you ask.
sarah passemar
I had to know and so as fast as i could i went to him and i did it i asked the question and well i don’t know how to take this. WHat do you do when you’re 87 and ur married to a gay man?
Izzy
harder than answering.
Kyle
i’m asking you what I should do with the shit in my closet. You don’t answer, you just stare, your eyes seeping into my skin. It prickles. I hate you. I hate you and the things that you’ve brought to my life. And I can’t stop asking myself why I ever thought that you would heal me.
addy
Asking questions can become annoying. Answering them even worse though. But in the end what is life without the asking of questions, whether or not they be answered, or even whether or not there be an answer.
Chris
asking is the art of being truthful and honest about getting what is fair for both yourself and others
bruce
akids asking what if what if this what if that no more what ifs just do it! ok! ok!
sarah
Are you done wth the asking said the father to the boy. The asking said the boy? Always with asking for this and that, when are you goinna be a man? I’m five? said the boy, more puzzled than hurt. Excatly said the man, and turned his back on him, and trudged tiredly away up the road, glad to finally be relieved of his paternal responsibilities.
James Edwards
i hate asking for help. i cant do it and i know i need to.
I need help.
im going crazy.
someone ask me if i need help…because im too scared to ask anyone.
plese someone offer to help me.
im asking now.
please
i dont know what else to do.
this is too hard. i cant deal with it.
her.
asking, asking someone something, wanting something so you ask for it. It is what happens when you are unable to do something all on your own or when knowledge eludes you. It is how we exchange information with others and with ourselves. It is the mode of questions. It is how we communicate this.
Thomas Bachorz
one word can be all it takes to show someone you care and are there for them. I think that word is to be one of your choosing but use it with meaning and it will be a gift for both of you!!
Pippi
im askin you to tell me something to write about, because i do not get the point of this exercise. I am now just writing stuff that i do not usually write, like stuff that comes yout of my head. I have never been this creative before, because i am always asked to write about something specific.
sam
I was asking myself… where is the sense in all these struggles? Why do I have to keep on fighting and trying to make my way, when all that I’ve ever managed to reach, are black holes. Well, maybe, I’m a bit depressive at the moment. Might I have forgotten to take my meds, I asked myself?
Julia
i have always been asking about how humans came into being. It is a strange word, just like the questionable existance of humans, asking is more of a question than an answer. It is a very conceptual thought that every one wants to ask about.
nitesh
I was asking him what he wanted out of me, could I be what he needed, I didn’t know, but as I looked into his eyes, I could see that even if I couldn’t, he would love me anyways.
Taylor
wi i was asking her a question she looked soft and furryu like a band i used to listen tro swang a jack my girlfriend is so funny. like skies wfrom color ado adue for a shoe with a moo shoo gai pan what? ok lers go. haha rara olypic swimming championship! dims! nickle in my shoe! ok!
peter
the beginning of all self-knowledge comes from asking: asking questions; asking for assistance; asking for recognition. The act of asking shows that we desire that which we do not have; and in not merely taking, we demonstrate our growth and elevation from mere animal instinct.
Simon
where mommy why do we have a . i’m to be. how in the world. why is he? I’m not feeling very good about. You shouldn’t be. Where should I be? What’s for dinner? How do you feel? What time is it? Are you ready to go? It’s time to be doing the right thing.
Drae
asking is a way of life it is the way humanity has lived and will keep on living. Asking someone out on a date, to marry, leading to sex then life. Or is it our death of over population.
j to twhl
asking is a way of life it is the way humanity has lived and will keep on living. Asking someone out on a date, to marry, leading to sex then life. Or is it our death of over population.
joe welch
I am all for your asking. Unless there is asking, one would not know what one needs. to know, to have, to wish for. It is only the choice of what has been asked for that is the tougher choice to make. Asking is an art for very few have the knack of knowing what they need especially if there is a time limit or a limit on the wishes such as one or three.
Gopinath Mavinkurve
The fool asks many questions
wise man, oh so smart
He too asks questions, you fool.
Amelia
what are you asking of me? i don’t really know what to tell you. should i trust that you feel the same way you did a week ago? do you want me to tell you that i still don’t have feelings for you? or, by telling me that you care, are you asking me to show my feelings by not telling you how i feel, by giving you hope for something that you shouldn’t really be hoping for?
lauren
What I’m asking for is a ten trillionth
Second Chance
I don’t know how to break past my humanity
I don’t know how to do this better
Do you expect more of me or do you know
I’m just like everybody else
We’re all just not trying or trying
But none of us have this right
It makes your perfection much clearer to me.
S
asking for trouble arent you? maybe it was just him. maybe it was me. maybe it was none of us. maybe we were nothing. what else do we lack? chemistry? fate? destiny? i couldnt just give up you know. i am trying. can you feel it? or are u just pretending everything is ok? you know its not ok.
nicky
is hard to do. but I am learning and to do so in an eligant and polite way whilst keeping my boundries clear and respected. It is very important to ask, but to do so appropiratly with grace is a learning expericance.
BlueRock Dimsum
i was asking you a question
just the other day.
asking you a question
just to hear you say…
yes,
i love you
yes,
i need you
yes,
you’re the reason that i smile.
heather
Asking is a asking a question, which means you dont know an answer. It seems like a lot of us do not know answers to our many many questions.
Asking grants permissions, and can open up a whole new door we never new could exist. We should ask for more these days.
Sabrina
Why do yo want to ask so many questions, What if I didn’t speak your language, then what? would your asking be in vain? Or would you persist and make me understand your position. I never liked a pushy person they tend to know everything and it is extremely annoying
Chrissy
don’t ask me why. because i don’t know myself anymore. in this minute, i am not who i was an hour ago. and if you’re confused, i am too. more than you know. more than i know. and i am repeating myself to the point where i want to snap my fingers and be back in neverneverland because i’m happy there and sometimes i wish that time stood still. as much as i want to move forward, i’m scared.
so
i don’t know what i am asking but i can count the stars at night, if i could understand the outlanding room where the moon rests in the light, confusing auromas of shit and musk, a little bit of smoke and a lotta green bud, thats all i’m asking for
violet
and i ask you how i feel because i can’t figure it out myself. but maybe if i took the time to step back, and look. i would find that i reflect more than i choose to see. and you should give me time because i’m not in a hurry. so let me breathe and please don’t think that i don’t care because i do and i do and i do. but i’m asking you to understand. and all i can do is keep going, day by day.
sivan
my mother was asking me for some food and it was only making me more hungry each time that she said something, I thought chocolate and more and more. I asked lots of questions before I ate.
jj
He kept asking me why I couldn’t sit still. He didn’t know that I’d just had an abortion the week before and he was the last person I was with.
Lyn
and i find myself asking her, will you love me like i’d like you too? how about will you love me like you would like too? there are so many times in life that you will find yourself asking this question that i loses its importance, it just becomes the same old run through.
Justin
I am asking you. Who am I? You say Arielle. I am Arielle. But I’m not. That’s just my name. But I am. It says everything about me. I’m not wearing clothes, confused yet?
Arielle
Why do people ask so many questions? Is it that their bums hurt so much that they have to get the shit out? Make sense to me, but the banker didn’t make any cents when his butt started to hurt. at that point he went to the proctolligist.
Franz Ferre
Why? I have always asked and always will. I got hit for it. It annoys people. I don’t always get the answers I want. But something very basic in me must know. Why? Why? There always has to be a reason.
Poachie
I was asking my friend what the best dream he’s ever had was, and he told me that he thought his favorite dreams were the ones where he died.
She held out her hand, silently asking for his in return. He reached down and pulled her into his arms, giving her more than she’d hoped for. Her heart gave her away, his answered by matching the pace. Surrounded by nothing but darkness they both listened to their hearts race.
I have recently found that if I ask for something, within 48 hours, some form of response will come. I asked to have an opportunity to learn magic tricks, and two chances came to me. A student showed me a way to make it look like my arm twisted 360 degrees, and a dude on the street was doing awesome tricks. Basically, it’s just being aware of your surroundings once you ask.
I had to know and so as fast as i could i went to him and i did it i asked the question and well i don’t know how to take this. WHat do you do when you’re 87 and ur married to a gay man?
harder than answering.
i’m asking you what I should do with the shit in my closet. You don’t answer, you just stare, your eyes seeping into my skin. It prickles. I hate you. I hate you and the things that you’ve brought to my life. And I can’t stop asking myself why I ever thought that you would heal me.
Asking questions can become annoying. Answering them even worse though. But in the end what is life without the asking of questions, whether or not they be answered, or even whether or not there be an answer.
asking is the art of being truthful and honest about getting what is fair for both yourself and others
akids asking what if what if this what if that no more what ifs just do it! ok! ok!
Are you done wth the asking said the father to the boy. The asking said the boy? Always with asking for this and that, when are you goinna be a man? I’m five? said the boy, more puzzled than hurt. Excatly said the man, and turned his back on him, and trudged tiredly away up the road, glad to finally be relieved of his paternal responsibilities.
i hate asking for help. i cant do it and i know i need to.
I need help.
im going crazy.
someone ask me if i need help…because im too scared to ask anyone.
plese someone offer to help me.
im asking now.
please
i dont know what else to do.
this is too hard. i cant deal with it.
asking, asking someone something, wanting something so you ask for it. It is what happens when you are unable to do something all on your own or when knowledge eludes you. It is how we exchange information with others and with ourselves. It is the mode of questions. It is how we communicate this.
one word can be all it takes to show someone you care and are there for them. I think that word is to be one of your choosing but use it with meaning and it will be a gift for both of you!!
im askin you to tell me something to write about, because i do not get the point of this exercise. I am now just writing stuff that i do not usually write, like stuff that comes yout of my head. I have never been this creative before, because i am always asked to write about something specific.
I was asking myself… where is the sense in all these struggles? Why do I have to keep on fighting and trying to make my way, when all that I’ve ever managed to reach, are black holes. Well, maybe, I’m a bit depressive at the moment. Might I have forgotten to take my meds, I asked myself?
i have always been asking about how humans came into being. It is a strange word, just like the questionable existance of humans, asking is more of a question than an answer. It is a very conceptual thought that every one wants to ask about.
I was asking him what he wanted out of me, could I be what he needed, I didn’t know, but as I looked into his eyes, I could see that even if I couldn’t, he would love me anyways.
wi i was asking her a question she looked soft and furryu like a band i used to listen tro swang a jack my girlfriend is so funny. like skies wfrom color ado adue for a shoe with a moo shoo gai pan what? ok lers go. haha rara olypic swimming championship! dims! nickle in my shoe! ok!
the beginning of all self-knowledge comes from asking: asking questions; asking for assistance; asking for recognition. The act of asking shows that we desire that which we do not have; and in not merely taking, we demonstrate our growth and elevation from mere animal instinct.
where mommy why do we have a . i’m to be. how in the world. why is he? I’m not feeling very good about. You shouldn’t be. Where should I be? What’s for dinner? How do you feel? What time is it? Are you ready to go? It’s time to be doing the right thing.
asking is a way of life it is the way humanity has lived and will keep on living. Asking someone out on a date, to marry, leading to sex then life. Or is it our death of over population.
asking is a way of life it is the way humanity has lived and will keep on living. Asking someone out on a date, to marry, leading to sex then life. Or is it our death of over population.
I am all for your asking. Unless there is asking, one would not know what one needs. to know, to have, to wish for. It is only the choice of what has been asked for that is the tougher choice to make. Asking is an art for very few have the knack of knowing what they need especially if there is a time limit or a limit on the wishes such as one or three.
The fool asks many questions
wise man, oh so smart
He too asks questions, you fool.
what are you asking of me? i don’t really know what to tell you. should i trust that you feel the same way you did a week ago? do you want me to tell you that i still don’t have feelings for you? or, by telling me that you care, are you asking me to show my feelings by not telling you how i feel, by giving you hope for something that you shouldn’t really be hoping for?
What I’m asking for is a ten trillionth
Second Chance
I don’t know how to break past my humanity
I don’t know how to do this better
Do you expect more of me or do you know
I’m just like everybody else
We’re all just not trying or trying
But none of us have this right
It makes your perfection much clearer to me.
asking for trouble arent you? maybe it was just him. maybe it was me. maybe it was none of us. maybe we were nothing. what else do we lack? chemistry? fate? destiny? i couldnt just give up you know. i am trying. can you feel it? or are u just pretending everything is ok? you know its not ok.
is hard to do. but I am learning and to do so in an eligant and polite way whilst keeping my boundries clear and respected. It is very important to ask, but to do so appropiratly with grace is a learning expericance.
i was asking you a question
just the other day.
asking you a question
just to hear you say…
yes,
i love you
yes,
i need you
yes,
you’re the reason that i smile.
Asking is a asking a question, which means you dont know an answer. It seems like a lot of us do not know answers to our many many questions.
Asking grants permissions, and can open up a whole new door we never new could exist. We should ask for more these days.
Why do yo want to ask so many questions, What if I didn’t speak your language, then what? would your asking be in vain? Or would you persist and make me understand your position. I never liked a pushy person they tend to know everything and it is extremely annoying
don’t ask me why. because i don’t know myself anymore. in this minute, i am not who i was an hour ago. and if you’re confused, i am too. more than you know. more than i know. and i am repeating myself to the point where i want to snap my fingers and be back in neverneverland because i’m happy there and sometimes i wish that time stood still. as much as i want to move forward, i’m scared.
i don’t know what i am asking but i can count the stars at night, if i could understand the outlanding room where the moon rests in the light, confusing auromas of shit and musk, a little bit of smoke and a lotta green bud, thats all i’m asking for
and i ask you how i feel because i can’t figure it out myself. but maybe if i took the time to step back, and look. i would find that i reflect more than i choose to see. and you should give me time because i’m not in a hurry. so let me breathe and please don’t think that i don’t care because i do and i do and i do. but i’m asking you to understand. and all i can do is keep going, day by day.
my mother was asking me for some food and it was only making me more hungry each time that she said something, I thought chocolate and more and more. I asked lots of questions before I ate.
He kept asking me why I couldn’t sit still. He didn’t know that I’d just had an abortion the week before and he was the last person I was with.
and i find myself asking her, will you love me like i’d like you too? how about will you love me like you would like too? there are so many times in life that you will find yourself asking this question that i loses its importance, it just becomes the same old run through.
I am asking you. Who am I? You say Arielle. I am Arielle. But I’m not. That’s just my name. But I am. It says everything about me. I’m not wearing clothes, confused yet?
Why do people ask so many questions? Is it that their bums hurt so much that they have to get the shit out? Make sense to me, but the banker didn’t make any cents when his butt started to hurt. at that point he went to the proctolligist.
Why? I have always asked and always will. I got hit for it. It annoys people. I don’t always get the answers I want. But something very basic in me must know. Why? Why? There always has to be a reason.
I was asking my friend what the best dream he’s ever had was, and he told me that he thought his favorite dreams were the ones where he died.