I held many people before, it feels great to hold a woman in your arms. Just feeling their pulse and warmth against you is what has always been most appealing about it. When you truly have someone held it always displays the true intentions of your thoughts to the other person.
Ryan Sherry
I work with asylum seekers who have been held and tortured. I know people can often think they’re just chancers and abusers of our country but at least some of them have lived through horrific stuff. God forbid that kind of stuff never happens to me.
Ads
I wish to be held by the one who loves me the most. That person is Emily, my fiance. She makes me feel so good. I can’t live without her at this point. She makes me feel secure.
Tony Ray
Small things can be held in the palm of your hand, larger things only in the mind. What do we hold that is dear to us? Do they make us happy, sad, sometimes both? How many times must we hold something before we realize its value? What is value? I want to hold something valueable, but not
John Lindsay
Held. Withheld? That’s what I seem to think of it as. So weird. Held on to something. I’ve held on to things before. Too bad I let them go. Am I being held on to? It wouldn’t make sense, really. Held, holding, someone holding me. How odd…
Rily
He held the pie above his head.
“Don’t do it! Please!” Shouted Jessica, the woman he’d been married to for twenty years.
“You don’t understand.” He said. “None of you understand!”
“Please Daddy, don’t do it!” Said his 10 year-old daughter, Michelle.
“I have to! One day you’ll thank me! You’ll all thank me! I’ll be a hero! They’ll all love me!” He yelled.
And he dropped it.
piepiepie
i held her by my arms and i loved her.
i held her hand and it felt like haven.
i held her close to my heart.
dorji
I knew when i held back at that moment, perhaps it wasn’t the best time to have expressed myself in such a way.
Drage
Monkeys are very cool. i really dont inderstand what i’m doing
Maxx Sanner
I held a silver spoon when i was born. i held myself up when i was down. i was held up in court last week
Maxx
whats the big deal anyway? i mean about that site. there was a beuty contest held in my coutry recently i guess. that desnt mean i took ppart in it, i mean why would i.. some stupid chick won, she llooked just like the other ones, whats the point? well, i held a cup of coffee today and i dropped it. thats not true. i dont drink coffe. jeez. this word is weird, how can i write about it? i wanna different wooord! this is funny im talking to myself right now. i dont need other people i can talk to a website. that is cool
dorothy
down by the weight of the ever pressing burden, I looked over my shoulder at mountains looming behind me. I got through them, I reasoned, I can get through this.
hudson gardner
I held him close to me as I thought about everything and nothing at the same time. I never realized how nice it felt to hold someone until I had him. I know how much he loves me and I know how much I love him. It’s the best form of comfort, to lie here just holding one another. Nothing else matters in this stretch of time, and nothing else ever will.
Stefnie
i am holding the mouse
i have been held by a stranger for help
held can be translated in german as HERO
kostas
This is the time, that… well I just want to be held. It’s the lack of contact that persists throughout the entirety of the human race. Everyone just needs to be held once in a while. It feels good, it makes people happy, and every once in a while, it solves a few problems. Everyday, someone should hold something or someone else, it helps.
Jono de Leon
I wonder what it would be like to hold a cloud. It would probably feel more the like cloud held you, its almost nonexistent fluff covering your face. To be held by a cloud. An obvious presence yet you cannot grasp. Like life, I guess.
Morgan Cogswell
In her hand she held a cup. It was a magnificent chalice, adorned with diamonds around a silver bowl. The handle was of the purest gold and it shimmered in the candlelight. She held it to her lips and drank the dark liquid within, with the grace of on angel. It was a beauty he had never beheld before.
Wolfie
I held the ball in my hand, it was round, soft, and mysterious. I could feel a hard center; i wondered what was lurking inside. I felt the whole ball shudder. That one object I picked up changed my life.
I held the money in my hand, feeling it’s awesome soft and papery texture. The metallic scent wafted up to my nose.
Marssurfer
I held his limp body in my hands. “He passed out!” What should I do, I wondered? A growing crowd was gathering. His unkempt hair flopped into his eyes. “David…” I whispered. He groaned, his eyes still sticking shut. I cradled his head in my hands.
surferonmars
held=hold I’m typing w/ one hand while holding a hotdog so it’s painfully slow. But I can’t help it because I’m dying of hunger
Shogo
nate held was a squadmate of mine in beast he is huge and hairy and sweat all the time but hes really good at passing off knowledge. hes dating chelsea hunkler. wow. im not a bitch i swear
Chasidy
He held me tonight. I’m glad, because I always feel I have to protect myself, to put on a shield and act indestructablele. But when he held me, I felt vulnerable, in a good way. Warm, comfortable, vulnerable, held.
bean
he holds me in his arms when i am sad, but he can’t heal me completely. i can’t bear being apart so long, i need him to hold me. Something he can’t do when he’s 2000 miles away. Yet he thinks that we can wait 3 more months to see each other…when we’ve already been apart for 3. i can’t stand it.
zem.
I held my big axe in my left hand. I looked strong and mean. Could I take the next knight tho? Who knew? He had a height advantage on me but my axe was big and I had seen his type before. They always parried too late.
Paul W
he held me tightly as he whispered that dreaded word. “goodbye,” he said for the last time. “goodbye” i managed to whisper as tears ran down my cheeks. then, just as he had dropped my hand and started walking away i managed to whisper “i love you,” for the last time.
Enya
He held on for dear life as the moon rocketed across the darklit sky. It was cold and black as September, his breath visible on the air.
elie
I long to be held. The love of my life is gone away, and I sit here alone. I’ve never felt this alone. All I can think of is his warm embrace and the soft touch of his lips. It hurts, the thought of giving it all up. I only did it to stop the pain for his children, and give him any chance of recovering the life he had before me.
just breathe
She held her close. This was it. The moment she had wanted for the entire sophomore year. The girl in her arms was the one her heart had pined for, a beautiful creature. The girl that made her discover she was gay.
Lauren Branch
i held the image in the palm of my hand, and i thought about the time that he HELD me. i loved him, i love nishikido ryo with all of my heart, and when he held me, well, it was probably the most wonderful thing i had ever felt. anyone else who has held me… its not the same, nothing is ever the same… i get hugs and kisses from all sorts of people all of the time, but its never what it used to be, never how it used to feel. its not the same.
usan
She held me in her arms until my sobbing ceased. I had found my home. I had found my savior. I had found…Pearl.
Seth Tanksley
to be held. so great. loved. affection. mine. yours. we all hold. krystal
lonelyguy
I held my hand in hers as we walked slowly. She held way more than that, and she knew it. “Ten years,” I thought. My guess is that it somehow slipped through because she nodded as I apparently had said that.
And we kept it at that. The tears, the silence of the wind, and us.
Chaostitan90
He held me closer than I liked–at first, anyway. At first, it made me squirm in my stomach, in my blood. I tried to inch away, towards whatever I thought was better. But, slowly, I grew to love it.
jess, I guess
i just want to be held. the way a man holds his wife. the way a father holds his daughter. i wanted to be looked at like i am the most important person in the world, and i want to be surounded with love an affection.
amberiffic
I held him hostage. I thought it would be a good idea. At the time. He didn’t. My partner didn’t.
No one did.
But I still did it.
I have no regrets. It’s part of my self now. I must live with it. Live with all the things I’ve been forced to do.
With tears in my eyes and smile on my face, I held his hand. It was a great moment of my life indeed. I felt, I got a new life and it indeed marked a new beginning. My life changed the moment i held his hands with mine.
shyla
it was in my hands. the knife, that is. to this day, i wish that i had done it.
matthew scott
she held me so close. her lips touched mine. Soon, she was holding my tongue in her mouth, my breasts in her hands. Her breath tasted like snowflakes. I loved her, I couldn’t forget her. Ever.
Cami Wendelboe
I held her in my arms so swiftly and so lovingly. She was beautiful. Like a breathtaking sight that you only see once in your life. A sight you’ll never forget, a sight that everything reminds you of, and you would give anything to go back to that moment.
Treen
it is held in the dark car park and everybody is looking at it so dearly. They have been holding their thoughts about it, as though it is their mission in life. The thing is nothing extraordinary but just a simple book, covered in dust and torn.
I held many people before, it feels great to hold a woman in your arms. Just feeling their pulse and warmth against you is what has always been most appealing about it. When you truly have someone held it always displays the true intentions of your thoughts to the other person.
I work with asylum seekers who have been held and tortured. I know people can often think they’re just chancers and abusers of our country but at least some of them have lived through horrific stuff. God forbid that kind of stuff never happens to me.
I wish to be held by the one who loves me the most. That person is Emily, my fiance. She makes me feel so good. I can’t live without her at this point. She makes me feel secure.
Small things can be held in the palm of your hand, larger things only in the mind. What do we hold that is dear to us? Do they make us happy, sad, sometimes both? How many times must we hold something before we realize its value? What is value? I want to hold something valueable, but not
Held. Withheld? That’s what I seem to think of it as. So weird. Held on to something. I’ve held on to things before. Too bad I let them go. Am I being held on to? It wouldn’t make sense, really. Held, holding, someone holding me. How odd…
He held the pie above his head.
“Don’t do it! Please!” Shouted Jessica, the woman he’d been married to for twenty years.
“You don’t understand.” He said. “None of you understand!”
“Please Daddy, don’t do it!” Said his 10 year-old daughter, Michelle.
“I have to! One day you’ll thank me! You’ll all thank me! I’ll be a hero! They’ll all love me!” He yelled.
And he dropped it.
i held her by my arms and i loved her.
i held her hand and it felt like haven.
i held her close to my heart.
I knew when i held back at that moment, perhaps it wasn’t the best time to have expressed myself in such a way.
Monkeys are very cool. i really dont inderstand what i’m doing
I held a silver spoon when i was born. i held myself up when i was down. i was held up in court last week
whats the big deal anyway? i mean about that site. there was a beuty contest held in my coutry recently i guess. that desnt mean i took ppart in it, i mean why would i.. some stupid chick won, she llooked just like the other ones, whats the point? well, i held a cup of coffee today and i dropped it. thats not true. i dont drink coffe. jeez. this word is weird, how can i write about it? i wanna different wooord! this is funny im talking to myself right now. i dont need other people i can talk to a website. that is cool
down by the weight of the ever pressing burden, I looked over my shoulder at mountains looming behind me. I got through them, I reasoned, I can get through this.
I held him close to me as I thought about everything and nothing at the same time. I never realized how nice it felt to hold someone until I had him. I know how much he loves me and I know how much I love him. It’s the best form of comfort, to lie here just holding one another. Nothing else matters in this stretch of time, and nothing else ever will.
i am holding the mouse
i have been held by a stranger for help
held can be translated in german as HERO
This is the time, that… well I just want to be held. It’s the lack of contact that persists throughout the entirety of the human race. Everyone just needs to be held once in a while. It feels good, it makes people happy, and every once in a while, it solves a few problems. Everyday, someone should hold something or someone else, it helps.
I wonder what it would be like to hold a cloud. It would probably feel more the like cloud held you, its almost nonexistent fluff covering your face. To be held by a cloud. An obvious presence yet you cannot grasp. Like life, I guess.
In her hand she held a cup. It was a magnificent chalice, adorned with diamonds around a silver bowl. The handle was of the purest gold and it shimmered in the candlelight. She held it to her lips and drank the dark liquid within, with the grace of on angel. It was a beauty he had never beheld before.
I held the ball in my hand, it was round, soft, and mysterious. I could feel a hard center; i wondered what was lurking inside. I felt the whole ball shudder. That one object I picked up changed my life.
I held the money in my hand, feeling it’s awesome soft and papery texture. The metallic scent wafted up to my nose.
I held his limp body in my hands. “He passed out!” What should I do, I wondered? A growing crowd was gathering. His unkempt hair flopped into his eyes. “David…” I whispered. He groaned, his eyes still sticking shut. I cradled his head in my hands.
held=hold I’m typing w/ one hand while holding a hotdog so it’s painfully slow. But I can’t help it because I’m dying of hunger
nate held was a squadmate of mine in beast he is huge and hairy and sweat all the time but hes really good at passing off knowledge. hes dating chelsea hunkler. wow. im not a bitch i swear
He held me tonight. I’m glad, because I always feel I have to protect myself, to put on a shield and act indestructablele. But when he held me, I felt vulnerable, in a good way. Warm, comfortable, vulnerable, held.
he holds me in his arms when i am sad, but he can’t heal me completely. i can’t bear being apart so long, i need him to hold me. Something he can’t do when he’s 2000 miles away. Yet he thinks that we can wait 3 more months to see each other…when we’ve already been apart for 3. i can’t stand it.
I held my big axe in my left hand. I looked strong and mean. Could I take the next knight tho? Who knew? He had a height advantage on me but my axe was big and I had seen his type before. They always parried too late.
he held me tightly as he whispered that dreaded word. “goodbye,” he said for the last time. “goodbye” i managed to whisper as tears ran down my cheeks. then, just as he had dropped my hand and started walking away i managed to whisper “i love you,” for the last time.
He held on for dear life as the moon rocketed across the darklit sky. It was cold and black as September, his breath visible on the air.
I long to be held. The love of my life is gone away, and I sit here alone. I’ve never felt this alone. All I can think of is his warm embrace and the soft touch of his lips. It hurts, the thought of giving it all up. I only did it to stop the pain for his children, and give him any chance of recovering the life he had before me.
She held her close. This was it. The moment she had wanted for the entire sophomore year. The girl in her arms was the one her heart had pined for, a beautiful creature. The girl that made her discover she was gay.
i held the image in the palm of my hand, and i thought about the time that he HELD me. i loved him, i love nishikido ryo with all of my heart, and when he held me, well, it was probably the most wonderful thing i had ever felt. anyone else who has held me… its not the same, nothing is ever the same… i get hugs and kisses from all sorts of people all of the time, but its never what it used to be, never how it used to feel. its not the same.
She held me in her arms until my sobbing ceased. I had found my home. I had found my savior. I had found…Pearl.
to be held. so great. loved. affection. mine. yours. we all hold. krystal
I held my hand in hers as we walked slowly. She held way more than that, and she knew it. “Ten years,” I thought. My guess is that it somehow slipped through because she nodded as I apparently had said that.
And we kept it at that. The tears, the silence of the wind, and us.
He held me closer than I liked–at first, anyway. At first, it made me squirm in my stomach, in my blood. I tried to inch away, towards whatever I thought was better. But, slowly, I grew to love it.
i just want to be held. the way a man holds his wife. the way a father holds his daughter. i wanted to be looked at like i am the most important person in the world, and i want to be surounded with love an affection.
I held him hostage. I thought it would be a good idea. At the time. He didn’t. My partner didn’t.
No one did.
But I still did it.
I have no regrets. It’s part of my self now. I must live with it. Live with all the things I’ve been forced to do.
http://logu15.com
Sorry.
-T
With tears in my eyes and smile on my face, I held his hand. It was a great moment of my life indeed. I felt, I got a new life and it indeed marked a new beginning. My life changed the moment i held his hands with mine.
it was in my hands. the knife, that is. to this day, i wish that i had done it.
she held me so close. her lips touched mine. Soon, she was holding my tongue in her mouth, my breasts in her hands. Her breath tasted like snowflakes. I loved her, I couldn’t forget her. Ever.
I held her in my arms so swiftly and so lovingly. She was beautiful. Like a breathtaking sight that you only see once in your life. A sight you’ll never forget, a sight that everything reminds you of, and you would give anything to go back to that moment.
it is held in the dark car park and everybody is looking at it so dearly. They have been holding their thoughts about it, as though it is their mission in life. The thing is nothing extraordinary but just a simple book, covered in dust and torn.