folding is fun. there’s a proper way to fold towels. i don’t know how to do it. oh well. i also enjoy separating socks. ughhhh i looooove doing laundry. my face is dry. my towels are clean… but i just used them after i showered. are they still clean? i’ll wash them again in a few days. well.
kelly
holding you tightly i fold my arms around your waist, embracing you like this is the last time. i love you, forever. never let me go.
brittany g
paper confussing crisp bent changed cards folded curtians folds in sheets unliked to stright old
Anonymous
Of skin? Of a piece of paper with a not written on it? Possibly a not meant for a loved one that was taken up by the watchful eye of a teacher who never knew love at all. Sadly I find I am lost in the fold of time.
Dathan
Of skin? Of a piece of paper with a not written on it? Possibly a not meant for a loved one that was taken up by the watchful eye of a teacher who never knew love at all. Sadly I find I am lost in the fold of time.
Dathan
unfold my heart i need you now
mafer
Our hands curl up together, folding unto each other in a timely manner. In reality, he doesn’t want to be with me, but i am content on pretending he wants this. I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas,” I say.
Starr
besarte
mafer
folding seems so simple, but what kind of folding are we talking about. Folding blankets, towels, napkins. Im not a huge fan on folding its more of a choir than an ability. what the hell this is the worst word for this!
Anonymous
Somewhere in the fold. Where no one went but them, the two of them together, Good God, it was such a great place down there in the fold of the world where they heard his favorite song and ate her favorite food and fears left them alone with each other and alone
Cole
I fold pieces of shit like you for breakfast…
jerome
paper
written letters
folded arms mean closing out those around you
foldER
Kendall
the crease in his hand is delicate. It folds over onto itself and duplicates itself over and over again. I kiss them all and feel the ridges against my lips. His hands are home and every fold mine.
Alicia
I look into the eyes of myself from so long ago,
a picture of myself, five years old, staring into the lens. I fold it and keep it in my pocket.
Sam
paper
cj
into and out of the fold. its vaginal and anal. sucks the flesh from my skin, drains the fat from my blood. cuts out my eyes and plants inside a mangrove tree. it shoots through my chest, and i sprout leaves. its beautiful.
skunkworks
paper and mitchells paper crans, clothes, folding clothes with mom. Dish washer and all the times i did laundry. Bags i put the laundry in. Folds in clothing that people are wearing. Andys room. Perfume scents, warm from the dryer.
Anonymous
I would love to unfold my perspective of this world and the beautiful creatures in it. First, you must step beyond the societal dependence upon the media and all of its unorthodox influence.
Amy D
fold open and shut butterfly wings beat like the wind brush against my bare skin fluttering feeling up and down the feeling of love lust and ecxtasy
Butterfly wings
stuck in a fold
grasping for the sides
tumbling into yourself
as you collapse,
there is no escape
no way out of this crack
unjust crevice of life.
Jessica Gilfillan
dont fdold spindle or mutilate. it might hurt someone. hurting people isnt a good thing to do. so do not fold spindle or mutilate. please?!
Angie D.
folding is not somthing i often think about so writing about it is not an easy thing to do. in the i just want what comes naturally and folding doesn’t so i leave it to others to do.
Pemberly
folding clothes is the last thing i wanna do. after you work at a beach store folding clothes after dumb tourists who act like they’ve never folded t shirts in their lives, you never wanna fold again. but my family also acts like they can’t fold clothes…so i have to…
Jen
fold
megan
fold
megan
i don’t know
me
if you fold a single piece of standard computer paper enough times you can use it to open a bottle of beer. I believe the number of times is 7 but i may be wrong….
Anonymous
I hate to fold my laundry but if I dont they are all wrinkley. I dont think folding would be so bad if it wasnt so time consuming. I have never been a Susie homemaker type so folding clothes is just another chore on the list of, things I dont enjoy doing.
Not Susie-homemaker
clothes paper airplanes
Ginger
i hate folding clothes, i like oragami
Jane
I like to fold paper. The act of this is called origami. It is a very fun art form.
dudenheimer
i folded my face in two, and it hurts
Dimitri Panos
a piece of paper
lady
I love to fold laundry when its out of the dryer && I’m cold. It warms me up && smells like wonderful laundryness. It reminds me of my granny’s house, && then I think of the Granny-like things such as My comfy bed there && cookies she makes && swimming at the cottage(which reminds me of tubing) swimming leads to tubing which leads to being cold again. I think I should just stick to folding :D!
Amy ^_^
“It’s a fold.” I swore. I couldn’t believe it! AW, GODDAMN IT!!!!! All my money blown, lost, at a friggin CASINO. Not at a sensible, nice grocery store,a a CASINO!!!
Crystal
foldin halfe fold in to to at the top fold behide fold is not enough you must stuff stuff untill it brakes.
Jl.c.
Folding napkins seemed like a colossal waste of time to Cathy, who would rather be doing just about anything else during her school break.
Drumo
fold decsribes the silk robes of a king folding, your clothes getting neatly folded by your mom, the satin dress of a lady crinkling as she gets out of her carriage. it represents poker, defeat, and fun
Anonymous
I hate folding clothes. My mother has this passion of folding everything; socks, jackets, rags, towels…I just don’t see the point of it. In the end, you’ll still have to wear it or use it. In the end, you’ll have to put it in the wash again so you can take it out and fold it all over again. No point.
I mean, then again, it is a bit neater than just stuffing the clothes in the drawers…
folding is fun. there’s a proper way to fold towels. i don’t know how to do it. oh well. i also enjoy separating socks. ughhhh i looooove doing laundry. my face is dry. my towels are clean… but i just used them after i showered. are they still clean? i’ll wash them again in a few days. well.
holding you tightly i fold my arms around your waist, embracing you like this is the last time. i love you, forever. never let me go.
paper confussing crisp bent changed cards folded curtians folds in sheets unliked to stright old
Of skin? Of a piece of paper with a not written on it? Possibly a not meant for a loved one that was taken up by the watchful eye of a teacher who never knew love at all. Sadly I find I am lost in the fold of time.
Of skin? Of a piece of paper with a not written on it? Possibly a not meant for a loved one that was taken up by the watchful eye of a teacher who never knew love at all. Sadly I find I am lost in the fold of time.
unfold my heart i need you now
Our hands curl up together, folding unto each other in a timely manner. In reality, he doesn’t want to be with me, but i am content on pretending he wants this. I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas,” I say.
besarte
folding seems so simple, but what kind of folding are we talking about. Folding blankets, towels, napkins. Im not a huge fan on folding its more of a choir than an ability. what the hell this is the worst word for this!
Somewhere in the fold. Where no one went but them, the two of them together, Good God, it was such a great place down there in the fold of the world where they heard his favorite song and ate her favorite food and fears left them alone with each other and alone
I fold pieces of shit like you for breakfast…
paper
written letters
folded arms mean closing out those around you
foldER
the crease in his hand is delicate. It folds over onto itself and duplicates itself over and over again. I kiss them all and feel the ridges against my lips. His hands are home and every fold mine.
I look into the eyes of myself from so long ago,
a picture of myself, five years old, staring into the lens. I fold it and keep it in my pocket.
paper
into and out of the fold. its vaginal and anal. sucks the flesh from my skin, drains the fat from my blood. cuts out my eyes and plants inside a mangrove tree. it shoots through my chest, and i sprout leaves. its beautiful.
paper and mitchells paper crans, clothes, folding clothes with mom. Dish washer and all the times i did laundry. Bags i put the laundry in. Folds in clothing that people are wearing. Andys room. Perfume scents, warm from the dryer.
I would love to unfold my perspective of this world and the beautiful creatures in it. First, you must step beyond the societal dependence upon the media and all of its unorthodox influence.
fold open and shut butterfly wings beat like the wind brush against my bare skin fluttering feeling up and down the feeling of love lust and ecxtasy
stuck in a fold
grasping for the sides
tumbling into yourself
as you collapse,
there is no escape
no way out of this crack
unjust crevice of life.
dont fdold spindle or mutilate. it might hurt someone. hurting people isnt a good thing to do. so do not fold spindle or mutilate. please?!
folding is not somthing i often think about so writing about it is not an easy thing to do. in the i just want what comes naturally and folding doesn’t so i leave it to others to do.
folding clothes is the last thing i wanna do. after you work at a beach store folding clothes after dumb tourists who act like they’ve never folded t shirts in their lives, you never wanna fold again. but my family also acts like they can’t fold clothes…so i have to…
fold
fold
i don’t know
if you fold a single piece of standard computer paper enough times you can use it to open a bottle of beer. I believe the number of times is 7 but i may be wrong….
I hate to fold my laundry but if I dont they are all wrinkley. I dont think folding would be so bad if it wasnt so time consuming. I have never been a Susie homemaker type so folding clothes is just another chore on the list of, things I dont enjoy doing.
clothes paper airplanes
i hate folding clothes, i like oragami
I like to fold paper. The act of this is called origami. It is a very fun art form.
i folded my face in two, and it hurts
a piece of paper
I love to fold laundry when its out of the dryer && I’m cold. It warms me up && smells like wonderful laundryness. It reminds me of my granny’s house, && then I think of the Granny-like things such as My comfy bed there && cookies she makes && swimming at the cottage(which reminds me of tubing) swimming leads to tubing which leads to being cold again. I think I should just stick to folding :D!
“It’s a fold.” I swore. I couldn’t believe it! AW, GODDAMN IT!!!!! All my money blown, lost, at a friggin CASINO. Not at a sensible, nice grocery store,a a CASINO!!!
foldin halfe fold in to to at the top fold behide fold is not enough you must stuff stuff untill it brakes.
Folding napkins seemed like a colossal waste of time to Cathy, who would rather be doing just about anything else during her school break.
fold decsribes the silk robes of a king folding, your clothes getting neatly folded by your mom, the satin dress of a lady crinkling as she gets out of her carriage. it represents poker, defeat, and fun
I hate folding clothes. My mother has this passion of folding everything; socks, jackets, rags, towels…I just don’t see the point of it. In the end, you’ll still have to wear it or use it. In the end, you’ll have to put it in the wash again so you can take it out and fold it all over again. No point.
I mean, then again, it is a bit neater than just stuffing the clothes in the drawers…
fold