i hate bandages. they remind me of cuts and bruises. but i do like the ones with the cartoon covers on them because they are more fun. its a good thing to have bandages and they are very useful! i like the stylish ones. colorful. hahahahahahaha. it reminds me of a SHITTY CANCER. FUCK CANCER. GOODBYE
shireen
Bandages make me think of bruised knees and tear stained cheeks. The wrap around white bandages are beautiful-full of hope and help and caring. Some are simply showing their respect for the dead, but all have attempted.
CABG
The bandages were tight around his chest, and stained brown with dried blood. They were too tight, but hey, it was better than dying. He breathed in, slowly, seeing how far he could go. The light was dim and the air was smoky and flies buzzed in through the thatched walls. He couldn’t see anybody else, but a cigarette was smoking silently on a tray next to his bed, evidence of a visitor.
Maria
Blood orange. That was the moment i fell onto the pavement. Busted knee. Knowing not ahead of time that fraction would occur. Despite the potential fall, a preventative has been applied.
I don’t know why, but I’ve always associated you with bandages. The way you heal people and yet hurt even more when you are done with them. It’s ironic. You, the healer, you, the bringer of a pain. The quicker you leave, the less it hurts. You’re a pain that used to be worth it, and now I seem to realize that I’d rather bleed than let you in again.
Lauren
The wrapping of tears coming down my face, no one to help me yet a cabinet around the corner. Pink, black, and white bandages… I covered in sweat and took them all tearing up in exhaustion and proud to have them.
bandages are rather strange – they fix people, without being complicated. healing is considered a complicated thing, so the fact that a simple piece of cloth is able to fix injuries without any specific fancy methods is fascinating.
Jessica Berner
hide past scars.
DSK
I think that bandages are very helpful in certain situations, I have spoken to Aiden but he has never had to wear a bandage before…we are so high. Yay.
Sarah Easdown
We all have bandages. Old wounds that have needed tending to, that we’ve nursed and given time to heal, and bandaged with the love and support of friends and family, or maybe even just time. When we remove those bandages, we have scars.
Krissy
I couldn’t risk another battle wound. The team was all out of supplies and worst of all… they were out of whiskey. I would have nothing to numb the sting that blood brings on its host.
I am wrapped in bandages. No one can see them, but they are there. One for each time I opened up was shut again. Either by me or by a Him in my life.
Lee
Bandages are helpful in times of trouble. In the bloodiest of wars and the hardest of battles, bandages keep disease from spreading and help squeemish soldiers who faint at the sight of bloodshed. Bandages save lives regularly. Without them, the world would be a much worse place to live.
Randy Baker
Bandages are meant to cover wombs and protect them from dirt and infection. If only our feelings could have personal bandages – where we can cover a certain part of our emotions to help us feel better and to stop the pain and sadness from getting worse.
bandages are usually white .People use them to cover cuts and stop bleeding. Before we had bandages or if they were in short supply, people sometimes used natural sponges to stop bleeding.
Joy McQuade
Why am I always injured? It’s kind of stupid, really, but I guess that’s what comes with being a klutz! I often run around and forget I have arms, and then bruise them on the doorway … I’ve always got bruises, bandages … if I don’t, there’s something definitely wrong! Being klutzy is being me. Sometimes you can’t escape being who you are … or the fact that chairs, walls, and all the LEGOS happen to crash into you.
it hurts so much and there is blood. so much blood. pain and blood. my life is like a mess. ı love bleeding. thats all. it means being alive. it’s strange though.
Melody
As the band ages, they need more bandages for the old stages.
i no longer need the bandages
I’ve used to cover the wounds
hidden behind my eyes
my ears
my heart
my soul
Today they were removed
and discarded
Healed are the hurts that others did not see
Soothed are the words that echoed in my mind
Loved are the stones that made me bleed
Comforted are the silent longings known by spirit
Today I am whole.
It took all her might not to groan as the bandages were wrapped tighter against her. “So this is the cost of what love can do,” She chuckled without humor but stopped when lips were pressed against her bandaged wounds.
Miranda
Murder. I just committed murder. In the process of mercilessly hacking away at his already lifeless body, I manages to cut myself. Using bandages, I patch myself up. Flashbacks of how I killed him attack me at random times. The shooting, the hanging, the hacking…
Marie
the bandages were small, they went across the knees and above the ankles when the tide rose.
The the bandages were there for only a short time, white and see through, yet adhesive and overwhelming. the bandages were holding me together. together by bandages.
Alexander Sokoloff
The little black pores of the bandages wrapped around my thumb, like a curl I’d turn now tangled up.
Aaron Kalis
I have band aids. I collect them. I have optical illusion ones, hello kitty ones. Micky Mouse ones.
bandages protect when you are hurt. a scab is natures bandaids, we rip them off constantly but why. why do we need a brand when nature protects, and why when nature protects we reject. bandages help us heal.
Kristyn Bednarczyk
Bandages, both physical and emotional ones, hurt when they are ripped off. The wound, only partially healed most times, is revealed once again to the world, and this time, is more vulnerable to nature.
Bandages on my legs around my knees but I keep running blood running down my arm but a bandage will cover it.
Dorit
Damian held Noemi close, resting his chin on the top of his head. A tear slid down her cheek and her body began to tremble. Underneath her shirt sleeve, he could feel the lump of a a bandaid. “Emi, what happened?” Her face contorted to that of shock as she attempted to wiggle her arm away. Damian lifted her sleeve upwards and revealed a bandaid. He whispered, “What did he do to you?”
meant for safety purpose.good stuff. covers all the wounds carefully and safely. best aid for urgent situations. available in every departmental store. use it for your betterment.
the only draw back is the glue on it. it comes off sometimes.but still can be worked with. use it on any kind of wounds,be it something u got when u fell …that is on your knee or a small cut.saves all
akanksha
I used to have an obsession with bandages. It originated when I was so young I can’t even remember. Whenever my mom burned herself or someone needed a band-aid, I was the first person to rush upstairs and rip open the box and retrieve the bandage. I realized this when I was playing lacrosse in high school and how I longed for a bandages to wrap any part of my body. It’s weird. You’re not supposed to LIKE bandages. They cover up pain, after all.
I fell a lot when I was a kid, mostly when I was riding my bike. Sometimes from riding my skateboard. I never liked the bandages though.
martin
bandages – we don’t need no stinking bandages….
bstone
He wrapped her arm in a bandage even though she wasn’t seriously injured. The people behind him rolled his eyes knowing what he was trying to do. He’d done the plenty of times, bandage women to show the hero streak inside him.
I raced to the cupboard, trying not to have a panic attack.
“Where are the freaking bandages???” I screamed
I had just saw my daughter walk into the room, her finger tip in one hand, blood pouring out of the other. As a mother, I almost died.
(But I’m not a mother, this was just a friend’s experience.)
You’ll never know what’s up with bandages. Averyone who owns a first aid kit never needs them, and people who actually do get hurt don’t have them. So then you have the only people wearing bandages being those cool guy characters in manga and anime. What is up with all those bandages eh is that a fetish?
It Hurts,
Unbearable Pain,
Slashes,
Cuts,
Bruises,
How Can Something So Small Hurt So Bad?
But it’s True,
My Heart is Broken…
But They Don’t Make Band-Aids
For Hearts.
i hate bandages. they remind me of cuts and bruises. but i do like the ones with the cartoon covers on them because they are more fun. its a good thing to have bandages and they are very useful! i like the stylish ones. colorful. hahahahahahaha. it reminds me of a SHITTY CANCER. FUCK CANCER. GOODBYE
Bandages make me think of bruised knees and tear stained cheeks. The wrap around white bandages are beautiful-full of hope and help and caring. Some are simply showing their respect for the dead, but all have attempted.
The bandages were tight around his chest, and stained brown with dried blood. They were too tight, but hey, it was better than dying. He breathed in, slowly, seeing how far he could go. The light was dim and the air was smoky and flies buzzed in through the thatched walls. He couldn’t see anybody else, but a cigarette was smoking silently on a tray next to his bed, evidence of a visitor.
Blood orange. That was the moment i fell onto the pavement. Busted knee. Knowing not ahead of time that fraction would occur. Despite the potential fall, a preventative has been applied.
I don’t know why, but I’ve always associated you with bandages. The way you heal people and yet hurt even more when you are done with them. It’s ironic. You, the healer, you, the bringer of a pain. The quicker you leave, the less it hurts. You’re a pain that used to be worth it, and now I seem to realize that I’d rather bleed than let you in again.
The wrapping of tears coming down my face, no one to help me yet a cabinet around the corner. Pink, black, and white bandages… I covered in sweat and took them all tearing up in exhaustion and proud to have them.
He shook violently. ‘This must be the fever,’ he realized through the fog in his brain. ‘But why are they putting bandages on me? I’m fi…’
Bandages heal wounds. Wounds can still leave scars though. The pain may recede, but you’ll never forget how it hurt.
bandages are rather strange – they fix people, without being complicated. healing is considered a complicated thing, so the fact that a simple piece of cloth is able to fix injuries without any specific fancy methods is fascinating.
hide past scars.
I think that bandages are very helpful in certain situations, I have spoken to Aiden but he has never had to wear a bandage before…we are so high. Yay.
We all have bandages. Old wounds that have needed tending to, that we’ve nursed and given time to heal, and bandaged with the love and support of friends and family, or maybe even just time. When we remove those bandages, we have scars.
I couldn’t risk another battle wound. The team was all out of supplies and worst of all… they were out of whiskey. I would have nothing to numb the sting that blood brings on its host.
What a gross thing to find on the coffee table.
I am wrapped in bandages. No one can see them, but they are there. One for each time I opened up was shut again. Either by me or by a Him in my life.
Bandages are helpful in times of trouble. In the bloodiest of wars and the hardest of battles, bandages keep disease from spreading and help squeemish soldiers who faint at the sight of bloodshed. Bandages save lives regularly. Without them, the world would be a much worse place to live.
Bandages are meant to cover wombs and protect them from dirt and infection. If only our feelings could have personal bandages – where we can cover a certain part of our emotions to help us feel better and to stop the pain and sadness from getting worse.
bandages are usually white .People use them to cover cuts and stop bleeding. Before we had bandages or if they were in short supply, people sometimes used natural sponges to stop bleeding.
Why am I always injured? It’s kind of stupid, really, but I guess that’s what comes with being a klutz! I often run around and forget I have arms, and then bruise them on the doorway … I’ve always got bruises, bandages … if I don’t, there’s something definitely wrong! Being klutzy is being me. Sometimes you can’t escape being who you are … or the fact that chairs, walls, and all the LEGOS happen to crash into you.
it hurts so much and there is blood. so much blood. pain and blood. my life is like a mess. ı love bleeding. thats all. it means being alive. it’s strange though.
As the band ages, they need more bandages for the old stages.
i no longer need the bandages
I’ve used to cover the wounds
hidden behind my eyes
my ears
my heart
my soul
Today they were removed
and discarded
Healed are the hurts that others did not see
Soothed are the words that echoed in my mind
Loved are the stones that made me bleed
Comforted are the silent longings known by spirit
Today I am whole.
It took all her might not to groan as the bandages were wrapped tighter against her. “So this is the cost of what love can do,” She chuckled without humor but stopped when lips were pressed against her bandaged wounds.
Murder. I just committed murder. In the process of mercilessly hacking away at his already lifeless body, I manages to cut myself. Using bandages, I patch myself up. Flashbacks of how I killed him attack me at random times. The shooting, the hanging, the hacking…
the bandages were small, they went across the knees and above the ankles when the tide rose.
The the bandages were there for only a short time, white and see through, yet adhesive and overwhelming. the bandages were holding me together. together by bandages.
The little black pores of the bandages wrapped around my thumb, like a curl I’d turn now tangled up.
I have band aids. I collect them. I have optical illusion ones, hello kitty ones. Micky Mouse ones.
bandages protect when you are hurt. a scab is natures bandaids, we rip them off constantly but why. why do we need a brand when nature protects, and why when nature protects we reject. bandages help us heal.
Bandages, both physical and emotional ones, hurt when they are ripped off. The wound, only partially healed most times, is revealed once again to the world, and this time, is more vulnerable to nature.
Bandages on my legs around my knees but I keep running blood running down my arm but a bandage will cover it.
Damian held Noemi close, resting his chin on the top of his head. A tear slid down her cheek and her body began to tremble. Underneath her shirt sleeve, he could feel the lump of a a bandaid. “Emi, what happened?” Her face contorted to that of shock as she attempted to wiggle her arm away. Damian lifted her sleeve upwards and revealed a bandaid. He whispered, “What did he do to you?”
Bandages are what you use to cover cuts scrapes and scrathes. Also there are wraps to help w? spraind ankles.
meant for safety purpose.good stuff. covers all the wounds carefully and safely. best aid for urgent situations. available in every departmental store. use it for your betterment.
the only draw back is the glue on it. it comes off sometimes.but still can be worked with. use it on any kind of wounds,be it something u got when u fell …that is on your knee or a small cut.saves all
I used to have an obsession with bandages. It originated when I was so young I can’t even remember. Whenever my mom burned herself or someone needed a band-aid, I was the first person to rush upstairs and rip open the box and retrieve the bandage. I realized this when I was playing lacrosse in high school and how I longed for a bandages to wrap any part of my body. It’s weird. You’re not supposed to LIKE bandages. They cover up pain, after all.
I fell a lot when I was a kid, mostly when I was riding my bike. Sometimes from riding my skateboard. I never liked the bandages though.
bandages – we don’t need no stinking bandages….
He wrapped her arm in a bandage even though she wasn’t seriously injured. The people behind him rolled his eyes knowing what he was trying to do. He’d done the plenty of times, bandage women to show the hero streak inside him.
I raced to the cupboard, trying not to have a panic attack.
“Where are the freaking bandages???” I screamed
I had just saw my daughter walk into the room, her finger tip in one hand, blood pouring out of the other. As a mother, I almost died.
(But I’m not a mother, this was just a friend’s experience.)
You’ll never know what’s up with bandages. Averyone who owns a first aid kit never needs them, and people who actually do get hurt don’t have them. So then you have the only people wearing bandages being those cool guy characters in manga and anime. What is up with all those bandages eh is that a fetish?