James Bond. Had to do it. Bonding with people: cost (time, emotions) vs. outcome (friendship, happiness?). Glue bond–gorilla glue. Found, lost. Sudden, long-term. Dynamic, or slow burn. Bonds with people…how to maintain when you’re not very good at it? Key: Have friends who operate friendships in the same manner.
Sarah
“I told you that you can trust me”
“But, it’s mine…please”
“It’s for your ow
There’s nothing more pure in this world than an unconditional bond between two beings. A bond in which if the world were up in flames and one could choose life or death, they would sacrifice their own to give life to the other.
Maddy
A gargole, frozen, behooven, he seems.
He gilds himself with his father’s bond.
The chapter he wrote, he can’t forsee.
The course, the lengthy course, has been winter,
but now its summer, and he’s not all for getting dummer.
Now, all of its completed, every assignment,
he’s rolling, steadily page-flip strolling.
What were the crop fields, where he diminshed
every layer of skin,
a plastic bottle, rotted by the sun’s full gleam throttle.
For all season long, he became the crop-scholar,
wanted to sit out, underneath a shade of a bamboo-umbrella cove,
and get to know, all of the world, that should start to bestow
him
and
his
father’s bond.
He invested in all different type of bonds, not just one.
i already bonded with this word. it was quite absurd, and probably smelled similar to a turd, what’s tomorrows word? bird? how about curd? cottage cheesy makes me queasy
chelsea
The molecules of his sweat were forming in his glands as he glanced at his cyanide spraying watch, trying to find the right moment he could untie the knots that were binding hands, knowing that time was not on his side.
Justin
a commitment between something or someone (s) that joins the two together that can not be broken usually with guidelines or trusts.
we had a bond
we shared secrets
we talked for hours
what happened to that?
i thought we’d withstand time
i thought we’d see old age
yet again, another person lost to me
i wasn’t made to have friends
stranger
a connection of something between something and someone, trust,
sam
i watch you sleep
the isles
ebb
a tide
tugs at me
I kiss a breast
in 2010
another in 1990
above the bed
an open widow
heat pours in
cascading
over slicked limbs
Written on a float, the word bounces back and forth with a mass of drunken bodies. 「絆」。A word I inadvertently came to know how to read through a gift from you to me. A word I only understood what it meant from countless hours spent by your side… or the time in between, hoping to be. There are many things to get done, as there have always been, but I will put them all on hold without a second thought if it means one more hour, one more minute with you to spend.
I used to think the word was related to injury, or scarring, because of its similar pronunciation. Then I felt foolish for such an amateur mistake. Now again I see I wasn’t so far off. I can feel it, like a hand on my back, supporting me as I walk on a rounded curb, eyes forward; but also taking my shirt in fistfuls, making my balance waver, grasping tighter until it slips further in, grabbing my skin, my bones, not allowing my lungs to expand, not allowing my heart to beat outside of its fingers. Yet it manages to make it beat faster, harder; to hold me upright and push me on at the same time. Can the reading not be fully separated from the sound?
I sit closest to the float and watch the torch descend, instantly bringing the dry float into joyous flames. Cheering, drunken jeering. The character is eaten away the fire- purified or destroyed? I spot you in the crowd, hundreds of hours of ties, little red threads, woven between us.
Neither. It was neither.
whoa this is a lot harder than i expected hmm i guess the first thing that comes to mind is family and the people in our lives we think we are eternally bonded to– sometimes it feels like it could be possible to deconstruct this kind of inherent and unavoidable bond but other times it feels like there’s no way because blood is blood and it speaks to us at some biological level? lmao idk
Bond is a short beautiful word with a deep meaning.
i’ll talk about my bond with my family.
it’s no explicit but it’s strong.
i have a friend Ishita with whom i share the strongest bond
distance doesn’t matter in bond
Bond is a short beautiful word with a deep meaning.
i’ll talk about my bond with my family.
it’s no explicit but it’s strong.
i have a friend Ishita with whom i share the strongest bond
james
a carpenter who reframes
but doesn’t not specialize in stains
james
aims
to win in small claims
but only on tv
because he’s bond
james bond
chelsea
Fingers to wrists. Limbs wrapped in waist coats. Touches fumbling toward something more magnificent than the mere daily interaction. A deepwe sort of passing than traffic jams and menu item enunciations. More a moment dancing betwixt the touch of time. The intermixing of bone marrow, two voices hushed beneath the pale scattered light of a street lamp. Together, alone, they are found.
I thought we had something, in the end. I thought we shared a bond. I thought the words meant something – the gestures meant something – the smiles meant something. I thought that the way you held me in your arms as I cried over my broken heart meant more than just a favor or a kind act. I thought we had connected. I thought we were strong. But here we are, with an angry email and a screaming phone call – whatever friendship I thought we had? It’s gone.
Belinda Roddie
An unspeakable bond lies between us,
in your eyes and the links that surround.
“Calm down Jeff! I told you that I would do what I said I would. My word is my bond.” I took the saw and ran it under the garden faucet to clean off the gore. I silently cursed the promise that I made to help my stepbrother solve his marital problems.
James Bond. Had to do it. Bonding with people: cost (time, emotions) vs. outcome (friendship, happiness?). Glue bond–gorilla glue. Found, lost. Sudden, long-term. Dynamic, or slow burn. Bonds with people…how to maintain when you’re not very good at it? Key: Have friends who operate friendships in the same manner.
“I told you that you can trust me”
“But, it’s mine…please”
“It’s for your ow
There’s nothing more pure in this world than an unconditional bond between two beings. A bond in which if the world were up in flames and one could choose life or death, they would sacrifice their own to give life to the other.
A gargole, frozen, behooven, he seems.
He gilds himself with his father’s bond.
The chapter he wrote, he can’t forsee.
The course, the lengthy course, has been winter,
but now its summer, and he’s not all for getting dummer.
Now, all of its completed, every assignment,
he’s rolling, steadily page-flip strolling.
What were the crop fields, where he diminshed
every layer of skin,
a plastic bottle, rotted by the sun’s full gleam throttle.
For all season long, he became the crop-scholar,
wanted to sit out, underneath a shade of a bamboo-umbrella cove,
and get to know, all of the world, that should start to bestow
him
and
his
father’s bond.
He invested in all different type of bonds, not just one.
An investor life, if you will.
and thats the shrill truth.
i already bonded with this word. it was quite absurd, and probably smelled similar to a turd, what’s tomorrows word? bird? how about curd? cottage cheesy makes me queasy
The molecules of his sweat were forming in his glands as he glanced at his cyanide spraying watch, trying to find the right moment he could untie the knots that were binding hands, knowing that time was not on his side.
a commitment between something or someone (s) that joins the two together that can not be broken usually with guidelines or trusts.
we had a bond
we shared secrets
we talked for hours
what happened to that?
i thought we’d withstand time
i thought we’d see old age
yet again, another person lost to me
i wasn’t made to have friends
a connection of something between something and someone, trust,
i watch you sleep
the isles
ebb
a tide
tugs at me
I kiss a breast
in 2010
another in 1990
above the bed
an open widow
heat pours in
cascading
over slicked limbs
I imagine
dying for you
I close my eyes
listen
outside
the heat devours
clicking things
our breath and mine
tilting the room
our shapes
becoming abstract
Written on a float, the word bounces back and forth with a mass of drunken bodies. 「絆」。A word I inadvertently came to know how to read through a gift from you to me. A word I only understood what it meant from countless hours spent by your side… or the time in between, hoping to be. There are many things to get done, as there have always been, but I will put them all on hold without a second thought if it means one more hour, one more minute with you to spend.
I used to think the word was related to injury, or scarring, because of its similar pronunciation. Then I felt foolish for such an amateur mistake. Now again I see I wasn’t so far off. I can feel it, like a hand on my back, supporting me as I walk on a rounded curb, eyes forward; but also taking my shirt in fistfuls, making my balance waver, grasping tighter until it slips further in, grabbing my skin, my bones, not allowing my lungs to expand, not allowing my heart to beat outside of its fingers. Yet it manages to make it beat faster, harder; to hold me upright and push me on at the same time. Can the reading not be fully separated from the sound?
I sit closest to the float and watch the torch descend, instantly bringing the dry float into joyous flames. Cheering, drunken jeering. The character is eaten away the fire- purified or destroyed? I spot you in the crowd, hundreds of hours of ties, little red threads, woven between us.
Neither. It was neither.
whoa this is a lot harder than i expected hmm i guess the first thing that comes to mind is family and the people in our lives we think we are eternally bonded to– sometimes it feels like it could be possible to deconstruct this kind of inherent and unavoidable bond but other times it feels like there’s no way because blood is blood and it speaks to us at some biological level? lmao idk
Bond is a short beautiful word with a deep meaning.
i’ll talk about my bond with my family.
it’s no explicit but it’s strong.
i have a friend Ishita with whom i share the strongest bond
distance doesn’t matter in bond
Bond is a short beautiful word with a deep meaning.
i’ll talk about my bond with my family.
it’s no explicit but it’s strong.
i have a friend Ishita with whom i share the strongest bond
james
a carpenter who reframes
but doesn’t not specialize in stains
james
aims
to win in small claims
but only on tv
because he’s bond
james bond
Fingers to wrists. Limbs wrapped in waist coats. Touches fumbling toward something more magnificent than the mere daily interaction. A deepwe sort of passing than traffic jams and menu item enunciations. More a moment dancing betwixt the touch of time. The intermixing of bone marrow, two voices hushed beneath the pale scattered light of a street lamp. Together, alone, they are found.
I thought we had something, in the end. I thought we shared a bond. I thought the words meant something – the gestures meant something – the smiles meant something. I thought that the way you held me in your arms as I cried over my broken heart meant more than just a favor or a kind act. I thought we had connected. I thought we were strong. But here we are, with an angry email and a screaming phone call – whatever friendship I thought we had? It’s gone.
An unspeakable bond lies between us,
in your eyes and the links that surround.
“Calm down Jeff! I told you that I would do what I said I would. My word is my bond.” I took the saw and ran it under the garden faucet to clean off the gore. I silently cursed the promise that I made to help my stepbrother solve his marital problems.