Dark Binding – Morgana’s spell, prebound to the Q key. Really strong initiate if hit, albeit travels slightly slowly. Best if used from fog of war, where the opponents will have less time to react. Chains very well with her ultimate. – Scarra
scarra
Binding Contract. I’ve made one with the people I work for. I’ve promised to work hard and diligently to build this job. A sense of guilt overcomes me when I feel like Im not doing a good job.
Daniel
I would of liked to think of us as a binding kind of love. The kind of love that would conquer any sort of predicament with sincerity and honesty. Sometimes
Olga
The ropes firmly hold my arms and and legs in place. They are not real ropes, those could be easily broken with a knife. These are ropes of words and laughter binding me. Their cruel comments that keep me tied in place. Their mean words that make it impossible to move away from them; to get out of hearing range.
emma
My friend Will is a transgender teen and he uses a binder to keep his breast down. Binding is actually really harmful if you do it wrong. But Will needs to be himself so he uses one.
Kayla
i told you i would never fall in love.
i told you if we liked each other then you were stuck.
when you asked me out i knew there was no binding contract of a love.
she was on your mind. we were just 2 people who were very smitten with each other.
and then it all changed when she wouldn’t leave it.
she came back and my world spiraled down.
but we stayed friends. and you said i could live with you.
i knew there was no binding contract that we’d get back together, fall madly in love, and live happily ever after.
but you didn’t have to be so mean.
and now i’m binding my heart with shards of glass still in it.
thanks for crushing my spirit.
and taking every piece that was me with you.
leaving me with what anger binds you to her.
simmz
binding it not only the handcuff thats on my hands but the handcuffs thats on my heart. you no letting me in your heart you keep your feels inside not understand that the binding is not only to set you free.
Losira Jackson
I didn’t want to make any decisions that would have binding consequences. I was trying to avoid saying anything at all but she looked at me expecting something so, without thinking, I blurted a load of buzz words about blue sky thinking and pushing envelopes out of boxes, or something like that anyway. She raised her left eyebrow. It was expertly plucked, the arch perfectly formed. I wish I had eyebrows like that. I could see she was considering her response, probably trying to find a way to tactfully fire me without making me cry, but what she actually said surprised me. Actually, it was so bewilderingly marvellous that I thought she’d made a mistake and was probably having a minor stroke or something and it was causing her to say stuff. But it turned out she meant every word. I hadn’t put in even an amoeba’s worth of effort at all and yet she was rewarding me for a job well done! Hell, I was even trying to avoid the next meeting by not saying anything. Well I guess it worked. Sort of. She told me that I was an asset to the company and to tell HR that I needed to have my own office now. She said that she understood the relevance of a good bullshitter in the modern marketplace and that I was one of the best she’d ever seen. So now I’ve got my own office, it’s far too big of course. Just me and my desk and lamp, lost in a giant windowed room but it’s great, I don’t have to hide my coffee mug anymore to stop people stealing it and I haven’t got to scream at the printer and photocopier when it fucks up everything I ever tell it to do because I’ve got people to do that for me now. I don’t know if she thought I was making a point or something by talking absolute rubbish that day, or whether she realises I was spewing forth from my backside, but whatever the case, it doesn’t matter because now I’ve got an office so big I regularly lose my desk and my own private coffee mug.
I immediately thought of Chinese Cinderella, and her great grandmother’s bound feet. Bound with bandages from an early age to stop her feet growing. She was never fully developed. Reminds me of myself in a way. Bandages of self-pity and insecurities binding me, never allowing me to fully blossom into the person I can be.
I had a certain calling to him as he walked on the outskirts of the party. He had a cool, confident vibe but you could tell that he would be a great person to support you. He looked over and caught my eye. And something, weird, happened. His reaction was not of horror, not a oh-lets-become-friends look. It was a you-shouldn’t-be-alive look. And I am terrified.
everything is binding at the beginning
I knew it would be
But surely it would be OK
I’d work it out
Binding
Something would work, something
But it’s binding
binding
Adam
I’ve been telling stories over and over again, until I’ve begun to believe them. These stories kind of tie me to the past. And they aren’t always true. The binding effect though, it’s actually kind of like a blind fold effect, actually… This reconnecting effort, that just keeps you – me – from being able to look back on what’s happened in the recent past and remember the way it actually was. I just… I keep wanting to tie myself to a historical past that hasn’t actually belonged to me, because somehow or other, I assume that’s just better.
At first, I read “blinding.” The irony in the word being “binding” is that I am bound to write about it and not “blinding.” But can a binding not be blinding in the same way? I can be bound and blind and yet see everything at the same time and be blinded by the excess.
AKS
“There was something always there,” he says, and his eyes are pleading with me to understand. “The fact that you were alone, and I was alone, that bound us together. It tethered us as one, tied us to the same emotions. There was always just you and me, and this bond between us. Can’t you feel it?”
Abbey
tieing together forever that mean bound together holding as to a contract tight as in geisha women
Darren Barnes
The binding of different realities has not been proven in this life time.
For two people, two objects, two ideas to come together, everything depends on what connects them. Everything depends on that which binds them together.
Holds the pages of a book together. Seals something, like an agreement; contract.
Meghan
Binding – so many things bind me, but most of them I’ve created myself. Pressure is the biggest – pressure binds me, other people’s expectations bind me. The desire not to let myself or anybody else down. Can’t be not perfect, nope. Have to try, have to do everything you can. No breaks, no slacking off. Have to try.
Haley
Words are binding. Do not say what you do not mean. Words can not be taken back…
paulie aragon
As I sat, I glared at the old, brick-clad apartment building. Despite my skepticism, I could not help but sense a binding presence of ages past. The ephemeral aura made me shudder — this time, perhaps it wasn’t the infrasound.
The arbitration was binding and she felt so frustrated. Amanda wanted to shout to the rooftops that she had been raped while working with the company in Iraq and there was no recourse. Be careful what you sign!
Katherine
unchanging
unyielding
making an agreement and sticking to it
promise in writing
binding, bending, blending,changing, giving
CLN
Swaddled in skin, Mr. Bloodmuscle sat in his bassinet, waiting for time.
There are things that hold people together – rules, regulations, laws. So stringent. But papers. That’s another story. A binding keeps them totally bound with no choice.
Alan Hardoyle
Hope.
That’s why he keeps chasing you.
It binds him to you, and you to him, the off chance, the possibility, that in the end, it will be okay.
You’ll come home.
He’ll be responsible for that.
And from that moment on, he’ll pull you close into himself, into his body, into his heart, and bind you to him. Meld your skin to his, break you if necessary, until you’re one person, one life, one heart, one hope for the future. The future he’s securing for you.
The words were not binding, unlike some others I had said during rituals. I felt no obligation to them, and the energy surrounding them was not mine. I felt no sense of peace in this, as I much preferred different.
Некоторые люди спрашивают: а как понять, что ты чувствуешь Любовь?
Хм…) Когда ты Полюбишь, такого вопроса не возникнет.
Любовь нельзя понять, это чувство, не поддающееся осмыслению.
Его можно только почувствовать, ощутить всем сердцем и душой. Потерять от него дыхание.
И это будет любовь.
Jerry walked through the staring crowd
With the handcuffs binding his fat wrists together.
Most of the crowd leered at him
Some looked away.
But she.
She smiled.
The glaring sun was blinding me as I ran down the street. “No!” I screamed, he was getting away. He was getting away with my daughter. He was the scariest kidnapper I had ever seen and what he might do to my daughter, I did not know.
kay
I found a book with ana amazing binding. is og aluminium and it looks like lace
Maria Latsari
Binding… just hear the word give me the chills. What do a I have with this girl? Is it really special? Does she feel the same? Should I take the next step? At least I’ll try…
Felipe
Two cells, forever bound, unravel and then he comes. He leaps on the horse, binding hand to reins, binding thigh to saddle, mind to mind. He carries the flag and sinks his teeth into the horses neck, binding blood and tooth.
They were connected, the two of them, and in more than the way she held his book close to her heart when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. It was the way the interacted; how they spoke, how they felt, how every time he was thinking something she was too. It was the way they were two separate people, and yet one.
Dark Binding – Morgana’s spell, prebound to the Q key. Really strong initiate if hit, albeit travels slightly slowly. Best if used from fog of war, where the opponents will have less time to react. Chains very well with her ultimate. – Scarra
Binding Contract. I’ve made one with the people I work for. I’ve promised to work hard and diligently to build this job. A sense of guilt overcomes me when I feel like Im not doing a good job.
I would of liked to think of us as a binding kind of love. The kind of love that would conquer any sort of predicament with sincerity and honesty. Sometimes
The ropes firmly hold my arms and and legs in place. They are not real ropes, those could be easily broken with a knife. These are ropes of words and laughter binding me. Their cruel comments that keep me tied in place. Their mean words that make it impossible to move away from them; to get out of hearing range.
My friend Will is a transgender teen and he uses a binder to keep his breast down. Binding is actually really harmful if you do it wrong. But Will needs to be himself so he uses one.
i told you i would never fall in love.
i told you if we liked each other then you were stuck.
when you asked me out i knew there was no binding contract of a love.
she was on your mind. we were just 2 people who were very smitten with each other.
and then it all changed when she wouldn’t leave it.
she came back and my world spiraled down.
but we stayed friends. and you said i could live with you.
i knew there was no binding contract that we’d get back together, fall madly in love, and live happily ever after.
but you didn’t have to be so mean.
and now i’m binding my heart with shards of glass still in it.
thanks for crushing my spirit.
and taking every piece that was me with you.
leaving me with what anger binds you to her.
binding it not only the handcuff thats on my hands but the handcuffs thats on my heart. you no letting me in your heart you keep your feels inside not understand that the binding is not only to set you free.
I didn’t want to make any decisions that would have binding consequences. I was trying to avoid saying anything at all but she looked at me expecting something so, without thinking, I blurted a load of buzz words about blue sky thinking and pushing envelopes out of boxes, or something like that anyway. She raised her left eyebrow. It was expertly plucked, the arch perfectly formed. I wish I had eyebrows like that. I could see she was considering her response, probably trying to find a way to tactfully fire me without making me cry, but what she actually said surprised me. Actually, it was so bewilderingly marvellous that I thought she’d made a mistake and was probably having a minor stroke or something and it was causing her to say stuff. But it turned out she meant every word. I hadn’t put in even an amoeba’s worth of effort at all and yet she was rewarding me for a job well done! Hell, I was even trying to avoid the next meeting by not saying anything. Well I guess it worked. Sort of. She told me that I was an asset to the company and to tell HR that I needed to have my own office now. She said that she understood the relevance of a good bullshitter in the modern marketplace and that I was one of the best she’d ever seen. So now I’ve got my own office, it’s far too big of course. Just me and my desk and lamp, lost in a giant windowed room but it’s great, I don’t have to hide my coffee mug anymore to stop people stealing it and I haven’t got to scream at the printer and photocopier when it fucks up everything I ever tell it to do because I’ve got people to do that for me now. I don’t know if she thought I was making a point or something by talking absolute rubbish that day, or whether she realises I was spewing forth from my backside, but whatever the case, it doesn’t matter because now I’ve got an office so big I regularly lose my desk and my own private coffee mug.
I immediately thought of Chinese Cinderella, and her great grandmother’s bound feet. Bound with bandages from an early age to stop her feet growing. She was never fully developed. Reminds me of myself in a way. Bandages of self-pity and insecurities binding me, never allowing me to fully blossom into the person I can be.
It’s a shame.
A real shame.
I had a certain calling to him as he walked on the outskirts of the party. He had a cool, confident vibe but you could tell that he would be a great person to support you. He looked over and caught my eye. And something, weird, happened. His reaction was not of horror, not a oh-lets-become-friends look. It was a you-shouldn’t-be-alive look. And I am terrified.
everything is binding at the beginning
I knew it would be
But surely it would be OK
I’d work it out
Binding
Something would work, something
But it’s binding
binding
I’ve been telling stories over and over again, until I’ve begun to believe them. These stories kind of tie me to the past. And they aren’t always true. The binding effect though, it’s actually kind of like a blind fold effect, actually… This reconnecting effort, that just keeps you – me – from being able to look back on what’s happened in the recent past and remember the way it actually was. I just… I keep wanting to tie myself to a historical past that hasn’t actually belonged to me, because somehow or other, I assume that’s just better.
At first, I read “blinding.” The irony in the word being “binding” is that I am bound to write about it and not “blinding.” But can a binding not be blinding in the same way? I can be bound and blind and yet see everything at the same time and be blinded by the excess.
“There was something always there,” he says, and his eyes are pleading with me to understand. “The fact that you were alone, and I was alone, that bound us together. It tethered us as one, tied us to the same emotions. There was always just you and me, and this bond between us. Can’t you feel it?”
tieing together forever that mean bound together holding as to a contract tight as in geisha women
The binding of different realities has not been proven in this life time.
Binding is done when you fuse two materials together using another material. In example: the binding of a book.
For two people, two objects, two ideas to come together, everything depends on what connects them. Everything depends on that which binds them together.
Holds the pages of a book together. Seals something, like an agreement; contract.
Binding – so many things bind me, but most of them I’ve created myself. Pressure is the biggest – pressure binds me, other people’s expectations bind me. The desire not to let myself or anybody else down. Can’t be not perfect, nope. Have to try, have to do everything you can. No breaks, no slacking off. Have to try.
Words are binding. Do not say what you do not mean. Words can not be taken back…
As I sat, I glared at the old, brick-clad apartment building. Despite my skepticism, I could not help but sense a binding presence of ages past. The ephemeral aura made me shudder — this time, perhaps it wasn’t the infrasound.
The arbitration was binding and she felt so frustrated. Amanda wanted to shout to the rooftops that she had been raped while working with the company in Iraq and there was no recourse. Be careful what you sign!
unchanging
unyielding
making an agreement and sticking to it
promise in writing
binding, bending, blending,changing, giving
Swaddled in skin, Mr. Bloodmuscle sat in his bassinet, waiting for time.
There are things that hold people together – rules, regulations, laws. So stringent. But papers. That’s another story. A binding keeps them totally bound with no choice.
Hope.
That’s why he keeps chasing you.
It binds him to you, and you to him, the off chance, the possibility, that in the end, it will be okay.
You’ll come home.
He’ll be responsible for that.
And from that moment on, he’ll pull you close into himself, into his body, into his heart, and bind you to him. Meld your skin to his, break you if necessary, until you’re one person, one life, one heart, one hope for the future. The future he’s securing for you.
The words were not binding, unlike some others I had said during rituals. I felt no obligation to them, and the energy surrounding them was not mine. I felt no sense of peace in this, as I much preferred different.
binding my heart
binding my soul
making me lose all self control
whimsical, beautiful, practically spiritual
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Некоторые люди спрашивают: а как понять, что ты чувствуешь Любовь?
Хм…) Когда ты Полюбишь, такого вопроса не возникнет.
Любовь нельзя понять, это чувство, не поддающееся осмыслению.
Его можно только почувствовать, ощутить всем сердцем и душой. Потерять от него дыхание.
И это будет любовь.
Утро.
Пасмурно.
Фонарь.
Запотевшее стекло.
Сизые туманы, даль, дышится легко.
Лёгкие заполнены, улыбка на лице…
Ты один живёшь в моей душе.
Looking forward to the next day. Look at yourself in the mirror, smile and say “It’s Okay”.
And it will be.
:)
Jerry walked through the staring crowd
With the handcuffs binding his fat wrists together.
Most of the crowd leered at him
Some looked away.
But she.
She smiled.
The glaring sun was blinding me as I ran down the street. “No!” I screamed, he was getting away. He was getting away with my daughter. He was the scariest kidnapper I had ever seen and what he might do to my daughter, I did not know.
I found a book with ana amazing binding. is og aluminium and it looks like lace
Binding… just hear the word give me the chills. What do a I have with this girl? Is it really special? Does she feel the same? Should I take the next step? At least I’ll try…
Two cells, forever bound, unravel and then he comes. He leaps on the horse, binding hand to reins, binding thigh to saddle, mind to mind. He carries the flag and sinks his teeth into the horses neck, binding blood and tooth.
They were connected, the two of them, and in more than the way she held his book close to her heart when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. It was the way the interacted; how they spoke, how they felt, how every time he was thinking something she was too. It was the way they were two separate people, and yet one.
Ceremonials.
To pray.
Florence + the Machine.
Autumn.
Magic.
Love.
Life.