Held against a backdrop of social upheaval and political reform, her desire to go shopping for the perfect pair of red shoes seemed a little frivolous.
‘bellesa sobra’, expresion muy cubana que usamos ante situacion donde nos sentimos quizas medios intimidados..nos deja salir del problema y nos hace lucir seguros de uno mismo y fuertes. Esto siempre nos ayuda a avanzar en la vida, creer lo que decimos y hacerlo realidad.
G
ive held alot in life. in reality, and mentally. holding trust and holding love. holding stress. holding people, holding hands. holding things against people, forgiving. people hold alot. i still have alot to hold.
olivia
I held her hand and looked into her eyes as I told her I loved her for the first time. I was scared out of my mind, we had barely known each other but I knew she was the one. I never ever believed in love at first site. I never believed until I met her. She held my hand so softly. Although I knew she didn’t love me back I’ll never regret that moment because of the pure exhilaration I felt.
arj
up hold-ing. Forget the circumfrance, and weild the yeild. Chlorific fundaments shower licorice cleanex. Pippy long steven hawking.
affectionate loving gentle never let go tight puppy hugs kisses so far away arms sweet
Samantha
The little boy was pushed down on the hard pavement. Blood gushed from his elbow, and he screamed for help. About 5 minutes later his mother ran outside to see what had happened. She helped her child up and held him in her arms, comforting him and slowly cleaning his scraped arm. Then with a bandaid and a kiss she sealed up the little wound. All it takes sometimes in a bad situation, is a little love and someone to hold you and comfort you.
Amanda
onto that bagel like nobody’s business. his morning would not end like that. he needed something of his own. if nobody else in this city was going to give him the time of day, he would take it himself.
delaney
To be held. It’s weird to think about that phrase — I mean, you have only so many significant others in your life, but to be held is… well, it’s special. Someone can hold you, but it doesn’t really mean much if they don’t feel the meaning behind it. Protecting you from harm. Making you feel important. That’s being held.
Rachelle Wong
i held a joint a while ago and felt nice. Holding is also very good in some cases .. like you can hold a penis or shit like that or things u dont ususally wanna hold. but holding in particular is very good though. Holding can be of any size and shkt uknow. like strong holding or holdingw ith pressure or things like that. But holding for long perios of time can affetct ur hands and such Cuz holding in that case can be dangerous. Held is the past tenst of holding though.
rakeel
you held me.
your words, tightened around my sense of consciousness.
your advice, stuck me forever like glue.
your smiles, penetrating into my hard shell, softening life’s blows.
your wit, inspiring me to be more charismatic.
its true.
you held me.
without arms.
just yourself.
i held onto everything from before
i left you lying there
i watched us dance a million times before
and you just didnt care
we shot we tried we laughed we cried
we believed in love and dreams
but you took all i had inside
and you left me at your feet
i held onto your heart for sometime
and i watched you slip away
my eyes, my heart, is no longer mine
Becca
When it’s close enough to grab it
I want to hold it,
let me have it
because my mind is racing,
heart is aching.
I guess it’s just old habit.
As usual I’m stuck between
what i want and what i need
but please,
let me hold you one more time
before you leave
kenz
Held has so many different meanings to me. First, held by someone I love. Whether as a baby, child, or adult, it’s a way to feel safe and secure. But some people are held against their will. They are kept from living the life they desire, whether for good or bad reasons. Should we hold them?
Savannah
He held me so close i could feel his heartbeat, i felt so safe, so comfortable. Everything just fell into place, it was perfect.
she held me like a baby. she held me safe and sound in her arms, whispering, cuddling, cooing.
she was my mother and i didn’t know if she actually was or not.
all i know is that i felt safe. and loved.
and that is all that matters, really: to be loved.
Stephanie
I remember the first time I ever saw her. It was at…yes, a proverbial bar. She was an amazing person, a fan of music. I knew that I wanted to know her better. So, the first time I ever held her, I felt like I was coming alive after two years.
Jeremiah
Her head fell back as I cradled her in my arms, holding her close. Her breath came in great gasping wheezes, and I lifted her head to look her in the eyes. “I love you,” I told her, tears streaming down my face. “I always will.”
As I held her, the whirlwind within dug deep and uprooted all of my plans and expectations. Calm, contemplative, collected; my exterior betrayed my insides, like a soldier dismally marching into death with a clean slate on their face. Yet fear held the muscles back from painting their true intentions, their misery, their pain. As I held her I cried, silently and sharply. The most cutting tears of all.
Ben Marshall
He held her hand there for a long time, just watching the cars pass…lights glaring at them. A sick joke, really. He knew that they would part ways for a while. For too long, probably. And even though he knew that they would never last, he couldn’t help attaching himself to her wholeheartedly and with his entirety, for he knew that life would go on long after his – no – theirs’ ended.
Courtney
Ryan Dunn died today. We need to hold on to the ones that are close to us because we never know when they will be taken away from us. Whether it is our closest friend or someone we have never met before in person, we need to keep a tight grip held on to them.
i held her hand while she sat motionless. if only she were awake to feel it. but lying on a hospital bed, hair spread out behind her head, there was no way she was concious of my fingers between hers. i loved her. she wouldn’t know, well maybe she would, but how could i tell her? when she awakens, will she care that i sat here every day, waiting?
He held the glass upside down and watched as the last drop fell out. No more, no less. He had enough to go to sleep for the day. Tomorrow had already started.
momo
a vessel, containing the essence of what a place is, the core features of a certain time, to be carried around and shown to those without that knowledge of place
He held it in his arms. He held the first new life in this world, the first baby born since the disaster that had wiped out most of the known world.
Anthony
I held your hand, though mine was small, it didn’t fit right, but it felt right. You were tall and I was short, but you held me all the time, I felt safe with you and all I wish is to have that feeling again, to be held by you and know it’s all alright.
chelsea
a baby is held in it’s mothers arms.it feels comfort with her touch.
jeremiah
To be held tight, what comfort. To be held back, what frustration. To hold, what a responsibility and power.
i held his hand for thirty seconds. thats it. he held his pride like he should of held me. taylor swift. i held my stuffed animal for 10 seconds. i wanna be held at night. i dont know what else to write not :p
mikayla
She looked down, a round tear rolling over her eyelashes and free falling to her cheek. “I only dated you because I wanted to be held. But your arms aren’t enough to hide me and keep me safe.”
Nothing ever felt better than being held by you. Knowing I was safe and that you’d never let the shadows get to me. I miss that feeling more than anything at all. Please come home.
She was holding me when she died. At this point in my life, I had already lost my sight, and her touch was all I knew. She held me in her arms until they took her away – no time for final goodbyes, no time for tears. I knew they only had a few minutes to harvest.
Now, when people see me, they say I have my mother’s eyes. They don’t know how right they are.
to hold someone or something thight for a while, and then let go.
julia
held her close. held it tightly. gripped it. held her. held back. held myself up. leaning against a railing. held the damn ice bags against my cheeks. held it together.
Tyler
he held my hand and we walked together along the sidewalk in one of the longest streets in New York walking towards what seemed like forever. Just me and him and no-one can stop us.
Milda
I held her hand in my hand with no intention to let go; the air was very cold, though.
I want that feeling of safety and comfort back again.
I want to feel loved.
I just need a hug.
laughalot
I held it in the palm of my hand. Gazing at it I was mezmerised. A rush of emotions came over me, this was the singular most powerful moment I had experienced in my life time. I didn’t wonder where it had come from or why, I was content simply to have looked upon it. When morning broke I awoke, it was gone. I thought perhaps for a moment I had put it somewhere near, I searched but could not find.
Held against a backdrop of social upheaval and political reform, her desire to go shopping for the perfect pair of red shoes seemed a little frivolous.
‘bellesa sobra’, expresion muy cubana que usamos ante situacion donde nos sentimos quizas medios intimidados..nos deja salir del problema y nos hace lucir seguros de uno mismo y fuertes. Esto siempre nos ayuda a avanzar en la vida, creer lo que decimos y hacerlo realidad.
ive held alot in life. in reality, and mentally. holding trust and holding love. holding stress. holding people, holding hands. holding things against people, forgiving. people hold alot. i still have alot to hold.
I held her hand and looked into her eyes as I told her I loved her for the first time. I was scared out of my mind, we had barely known each other but I knew she was the one. I never ever believed in love at first site. I never believed until I met her. She held my hand so softly. Although I knew she didn’t love me back I’ll never regret that moment because of the pure exhilaration I felt.
up hold-ing. Forget the circumfrance, and weild the yeild. Chlorific fundaments shower licorice cleanex. Pippy long steven hawking.
affectionate loving gentle never let go tight puppy hugs kisses so far away arms sweet
The little boy was pushed down on the hard pavement. Blood gushed from his elbow, and he screamed for help. About 5 minutes later his mother ran outside to see what had happened. She helped her child up and held him in her arms, comforting him and slowly cleaning his scraped arm. Then with a bandaid and a kiss she sealed up the little wound. All it takes sometimes in a bad situation, is a little love and someone to hold you and comfort you.
onto that bagel like nobody’s business. his morning would not end like that. he needed something of his own. if nobody else in this city was going to give him the time of day, he would take it himself.
To be held. It’s weird to think about that phrase — I mean, you have only so many significant others in your life, but to be held is… well, it’s special. Someone can hold you, but it doesn’t really mean much if they don’t feel the meaning behind it. Protecting you from harm. Making you feel important. That’s being held.
i held a joint a while ago and felt nice. Holding is also very good in some cases .. like you can hold a penis or shit like that or things u dont ususally wanna hold. but holding in particular is very good though. Holding can be of any size and shkt uknow. like strong holding or holdingw ith pressure or things like that. But holding for long perios of time can affetct ur hands and such Cuz holding in that case can be dangerous. Held is the past tenst of holding though.
you held me.
your words, tightened around my sense of consciousness.
your advice, stuck me forever like glue.
your smiles, penetrating into my hard shell, softening life’s blows.
your wit, inspiring me to be more charismatic.
its true.
you held me.
without arms.
just yourself.
i held onto everything from before
i left you lying there
i watched us dance a million times before
and you just didnt care
we shot we tried we laughed we cried
we believed in love and dreams
but you took all i had inside
and you left me at your feet
i held onto your heart for sometime
and i watched you slip away
my eyes, my heart, is no longer mine
When it’s close enough to grab it
I want to hold it,
let me have it
because my mind is racing,
heart is aching.
I guess it’s just old habit.
As usual I’m stuck between
what i want and what i need
but please,
let me hold you one more time
before you leave
Held has so many different meanings to me. First, held by someone I love. Whether as a baby, child, or adult, it’s a way to feel safe and secure. But some people are held against their will. They are kept from living the life they desire, whether for good or bad reasons. Should we hold them?
He held me so close i could feel his heartbeat, i felt so safe, so comfortable. Everything just fell into place, it was perfect.
she held me like a baby. she held me safe and sound in her arms, whispering, cuddling, cooing.
she was my mother and i didn’t know if she actually was or not.
all i know is that i felt safe. and loved.
and that is all that matters, really: to be loved.
I remember the first time I ever saw her. It was at…yes, a proverbial bar. She was an amazing person, a fan of music. I knew that I wanted to know her better. So, the first time I ever held her, I felt like I was coming alive after two years.
Her head fell back as I cradled her in my arms, holding her close. Her breath came in great gasping wheezes, and I lifted her head to look her in the eyes. “I love you,” I told her, tears streaming down my face. “I always will.”
“I know,” she whispered. Then she went limp.
I held a high note out on the trumpet in a musical one time… I almost blacked out. It was freaky!
As I held her, the whirlwind within dug deep and uprooted all of my plans and expectations. Calm, contemplative, collected; my exterior betrayed my insides, like a soldier dismally marching into death with a clean slate on their face. Yet fear held the muscles back from painting their true intentions, their misery, their pain. As I held her I cried, silently and sharply. The most cutting tears of all.
He held her hand there for a long time, just watching the cars pass…lights glaring at them. A sick joke, really. He knew that they would part ways for a while. For too long, probably. And even though he knew that they would never last, he couldn’t help attaching himself to her wholeheartedly and with his entirety, for he knew that life would go on long after his – no – theirs’ ended.
Ryan Dunn died today. We need to hold on to the ones that are close to us because we never know when they will be taken away from us. Whether it is our closest friend or someone we have never met before in person, we need to keep a tight grip held on to them.
i held her hand while she sat motionless. if only she were awake to feel it. but lying on a hospital bed, hair spread out behind her head, there was no way she was concious of my fingers between hers. i loved her. she wouldn’t know, well maybe she would, but how could i tell her? when she awakens, will she care that i sat here every day, waiting?
He held the glass upside down and watched as the last drop fell out. No more, no less. He had enough to go to sleep for the day. Tomorrow had already started.
a vessel, containing the essence of what a place is, the core features of a certain time, to be carried around and shown to those without that knowledge of place
He held it in his arms. He held the first new life in this world, the first baby born since the disaster that had wiped out most of the known world.
I held your hand, though mine was small, it didn’t fit right, but it felt right. You were tall and I was short, but you held me all the time, I felt safe with you and all I wish is to have that feeling again, to be held by you and know it’s all alright.
a baby is held in it’s mothers arms.it feels comfort with her touch.
To be held tight, what comfort. To be held back, what frustration. To hold, what a responsibility and power.
touch. love. lust. lost. sad. emotion. control. smile. happiness. together. feeling. heart. breath. heat.
i held his hand for thirty seconds. thats it. he held his pride like he should of held me. taylor swift. i held my stuffed animal for 10 seconds. i wanna be held at night. i dont know what else to write not :p
She looked down, a round tear rolling over her eyelashes and free falling to her cheek. “I only dated you because I wanted to be held. But your arms aren’t enough to hide me and keep me safe.”
Nothing ever felt better than being held by you. Knowing I was safe and that you’d never let the shadows get to me. I miss that feeling more than anything at all. Please come home.
She was holding me when she died. At this point in my life, I had already lost my sight, and her touch was all I knew. She held me in her arms until they took her away – no time for final goodbyes, no time for tears. I knew they only had a few minutes to harvest.
Now, when people see me, they say I have my mother’s eyes. They don’t know how right they are.
to hold someone or something thight for a while, and then let go.
held her close. held it tightly. gripped it. held her. held back. held myself up. leaning against a railing. held the damn ice bags against my cheeks. held it together.
he held my hand and we walked together along the sidewalk in one of the longest streets in New York walking towards what seemed like forever. Just me and him and no-one can stop us.
I held her hand in my hand with no intention to let go; the air was very cold, though.
I want to be held.
I want that feeling of safety and comfort back again.
I want to feel loved.
I just need a hug.
I held it in the palm of my hand. Gazing at it I was mezmerised. A rush of emotions came over me, this was the singular most powerful moment I had experienced in my life time. I didn’t wonder where it had come from or why, I was content simply to have looked upon it. When morning broke I awoke, it was gone. I thought perhaps for a moment I had put it somewhere near, I searched but could not find.