He latched on to her leg and she screamed. “what was this she though” and she felt her body slowly go numb. Falling the the floor the lights around began to glow dim in the evanescence of the setting sun.
anonymous
being attached, being together, being forced to be together
ginger.
a door, that I dont like. Keeping me shut out of things I want. But it can be opened if I know how. A cheap shitty door with a fucking latch. THIS IS RETARDED.
CLO
I latched up the firs box. It was full of smiles, and cictrus stained bones. They were stripped of their marrow, and put in there to live in harmony with the seagulls of pure ignorance. . you know what they say. I closed up the second, it was full of seconds fallen from the clock, and salt-licked tears of angels. The numbers were flooded with sadness of a battle lost. And finally I locked the last. It was full of something I hold dear. Full of something I never thought I’d give away.
You can have it, here’s the key.
love me. .
Sophie
Latch like on a trapdoor? Kindof reminds me of the movie The Village by M. Knight Shalmalamalan or however you spell it. It was pretty good, I love when the girl is going down the trap door and she’s like “Don’t let them in! o_O”
And thats all i have to say about latches :)
Nicole Lichtenwalner
Latch the door and come to bed, I tell him, as he turns he has a smile on his face for he knows I am waiting.
Mary Lou Wynegar
its that joins two minds – two worlds and two deeds
Anand
The latch was open, she peered inside to see if she could go in, no one was around.
Cassidy
I latched on to relationships and love. Idk why but I guess I figured that holding on to someone that I thought I loved was the only way to be happy. Now that I think about it I must be wrong. You shouldn’t have to hold onto someone to find love. They should be trying to hold on to you as well.
Annie
The door latched closed with a muffled click. The man padded slowly across the floor, careful to mask his footsteps, although the moaning from upstairs would do a fine job in and of itself. He crept upstairs, fighting back tears, knowing what he would find behind the door would break his heart.
Matt
fuck u
aditya
Latch is where you grab onto something without letting go it is also the last name of a kid I know.
To latch onto something you grasp firmly.
Andrew Arnold
is what is keeping me from you. i so want to open that door and see you infront of me. the latch is cold and stubborn and wouldnt open. I tried a lot but i failed. Maybe someday you’ll push the door wide open
Neha Singh
the key in the hole
the latch opens destiny
or so Locke tells us.
Jacob
i dont know what is this
jhonatha
As she flipped the latch all she could think was thank God the kids are back to school. She climbed back in bed and had a vodka tonic.
Trisha
The door latches closed, and I am lost in this huge house. I am locked in, with no where to go. I walk upstairs to look around, see where I have be locked in, and where I will spend the rest of my life. At the top of the stairs there is a long, winding hallway, it leads to a barren room. I walk in, and that door latches behind me. It is here that I will spend eternity.
Haven
latched on and holding tight. but the grip it slips. what can i hold on to for certain? nausea overtakes me, but it’s not that bad is it. drifting upon the ocean of uncertainty, i slowly take solace in the gentle rocking upon the violent waves, and slowly find myself smiling, in my fitful sleep.
Evan
the latch on the door perplexed me… it gave me the most curious of sensations… why could such an inanimate object fill one with the most intoxicating thoughts?
bean
queen
ashish
there once was a latch on the door. But it got stuck. the man could not get into his house becuase the latch was stuck. it was tragic. it was pouring rain outside while he stood trying to get the door open. He assumed that it was becuase of rust. but then he pushed and it budged open! he was dry then. He was so happy.
sara
door, on a door with which you use to open or lock. Makes a satisfying click sound.
mm
that holds my heart in place alone, that straps in the creativity that should be flying free or opesn the door too long closed to new oportunites, faces, experiences other lands unlatch and fly free run see let me simply be…
butterfly
lifting the latch on the garden gate samantha was amazed by what she found. so many different colors and scents, tall and short plants, dark corners and bright pools of light.
dave
latch hatch snatch the purse the hip latch on attach patch why do so many words latchattach to this word? when we latch, we lose. even though we feel closer, the clinging separates us more.
me
latch on a door, let someone in. in to your life, the latch that can open up your biggest sercrets, latches into the inner core of your being.
latch on to someone who you care about, and never ever let go.
latching on to people who dont care enough about you will never get you anywhere in life.
latch on to what you want. and dont let go for anything.
anon.
saw
Anonymous
d dede
heehehe
i speak portugue and don’t really know what that means. ~-~Tha’ts really not fair.
Rafaela
Underneath the latch the dog scrinched up its nose, nuzzling and nuzzling until it broke free from that iron bunker. Once free it found the dog food.
Mr. Rogers
The latch on the door was rusted. the color faintly resembled the mud that used to reside outside my cabin door when i was a child. Undoing it i slowly realised that i could never go back. After the door was opened, thats all there was. That was life.
Craving Sunshine
I lift the latch of the small door. My nose is the first inside and the first to get any hint of as to what this place was. The smell of baking, of tough calloused hands kneading soft brown dough, makes the rest of my body stumble into the tiny cottage.
Julia
i unlock the latch to my trunk, to find the treasures i keep in there, to savour the memory of him. i need to remember what we did, how we did it, and how much fun it was. i miss it, but i don’t regret stopping it. I love the picture, i love the song. I wish it could happen again.
summer
OneWorld gives me the ability to book flights anywhere in the world. I value the partnerships with JAL and Cathay Pacific to get me to my Asian destinations. I value service from Dallas going to London Heathrow for easy connections on BA.
Charles R. Stewart
I could feel myself
latching on
connecting with your words
I was almost so deep
I could feel your soul
spilling through
the spaces between your teeth
I can’t help but feel
defeat
— <3
Just Jes
I could feel myself
latching on
connecting with your words
I was almost so deep
I could feel your soul
spilling through
the spaces between your teeth
I can’t help but feel
defeat
— <3
Just Jes
to hold on
Anonymous
the latch was the barrier to me freedom and I resented it with a venom that only a driven individual could feel. I lifted the latch and it revealed the sky!
Rumi
I don’t have time to latch, my bones are shaking, i think this is the end. One second, everything’s new again.
He latched on to her leg and she screamed. “what was this she though” and she felt her body slowly go numb. Falling the the floor the lights around began to glow dim in the evanescence of the setting sun.
being attached, being together, being forced to be together
a door, that I dont like. Keeping me shut out of things I want. But it can be opened if I know how. A cheap shitty door with a fucking latch. THIS IS RETARDED.
I latched up the firs box. It was full of smiles, and cictrus stained bones. They were stripped of their marrow, and put in there to live in harmony with the seagulls of pure ignorance. . you know what they say. I closed up the second, it was full of seconds fallen from the clock, and salt-licked tears of angels. The numbers were flooded with sadness of a battle lost. And finally I locked the last. It was full of something I hold dear. Full of something I never thought I’d give away.
You can have it, here’s the key.
love me. .
Latch like on a trapdoor? Kindof reminds me of the movie The Village by M. Knight Shalmalamalan or however you spell it. It was pretty good, I love when the girl is going down the trap door and she’s like “Don’t let them in! o_O”
And thats all i have to say about latches :)
Latch the door and come to bed, I tell him, as he turns he has a smile on his face for he knows I am waiting.
its that joins two minds – two worlds and two deeds
The latch was open, she peered inside to see if she could go in, no one was around.
I latched on to relationships and love. Idk why but I guess I figured that holding on to someone that I thought I loved was the only way to be happy. Now that I think about it I must be wrong. You shouldn’t have to hold onto someone to find love. They should be trying to hold on to you as well.
The door latched closed with a muffled click. The man padded slowly across the floor, careful to mask his footsteps, although the moaning from upstairs would do a fine job in and of itself. He crept upstairs, fighting back tears, knowing what he would find behind the door would break his heart.
fuck u
Latch is where you grab onto something without letting go it is also the last name of a kid I know.
To latch onto something you grasp firmly.
is what is keeping me from you. i so want to open that door and see you infront of me. the latch is cold and stubborn and wouldnt open. I tried a lot but i failed. Maybe someday you’ll push the door wide open
the key in the hole
the latch opens destiny
or so Locke tells us.
i dont know what is this
As she flipped the latch all she could think was thank God the kids are back to school. She climbed back in bed and had a vodka tonic.
The door latches closed, and I am lost in this huge house. I am locked in, with no where to go. I walk upstairs to look around, see where I have be locked in, and where I will spend the rest of my life. At the top of the stairs there is a long, winding hallway, it leads to a barren room. I walk in, and that door latches behind me. It is here that I will spend eternity.
latched on and holding tight. but the grip it slips. what can i hold on to for certain? nausea overtakes me, but it’s not that bad is it. drifting upon the ocean of uncertainty, i slowly take solace in the gentle rocking upon the violent waves, and slowly find myself smiling, in my fitful sleep.
the latch on the door perplexed me… it gave me the most curious of sensations… why could such an inanimate object fill one with the most intoxicating thoughts?
queen
there once was a latch on the door. But it got stuck. the man could not get into his house becuase the latch was stuck. it was tragic. it was pouring rain outside while he stood trying to get the door open. He assumed that it was becuase of rust. but then he pushed and it budged open! he was dry then. He was so happy.
door, on a door with which you use to open or lock. Makes a satisfying click sound.
that holds my heart in place alone, that straps in the creativity that should be flying free or opesn the door too long closed to new oportunites, faces, experiences other lands unlatch and fly free run see let me simply be…
lifting the latch on the garden gate samantha was amazed by what she found. so many different colors and scents, tall and short plants, dark corners and bright pools of light.
latch hatch snatch the purse the hip latch on attach patch why do so many words latchattach to this word? when we latch, we lose. even though we feel closer, the clinging separates us more.
latch on a door, let someone in. in to your life, the latch that can open up your biggest sercrets, latches into the inner core of your being.
latch on to someone who you care about, and never ever let go.
latching on to people who dont care enough about you will never get you anywhere in life.
latch on to what you want. and dont let go for anything.
saw
d dede
i speak portugue and don’t really know what that means. ~-~Tha’ts really not fair.
Underneath the latch the dog scrinched up its nose, nuzzling and nuzzling until it broke free from that iron bunker. Once free it found the dog food.
The latch on the door was rusted. the color faintly resembled the mud that used to reside outside my cabin door when i was a child. Undoing it i slowly realised that i could never go back. After the door was opened, thats all there was. That was life.
I lift the latch of the small door. My nose is the first inside and the first to get any hint of as to what this place was. The smell of baking, of tough calloused hands kneading soft brown dough, makes the rest of my body stumble into the tiny cottage.
i unlock the latch to my trunk, to find the treasures i keep in there, to savour the memory of him. i need to remember what we did, how we did it, and how much fun it was. i miss it, but i don’t regret stopping it. I love the picture, i love the song. I wish it could happen again.
OneWorld gives me the ability to book flights anywhere in the world. I value the partnerships with JAL and Cathay Pacific to get me to my Asian destinations. I value service from Dallas going to London Heathrow for easy connections on BA.
I could feel myself
latching on
connecting with your words
I was almost so deep
I could feel your soul
spilling through
the spaces between your teeth
I can’t help but feel
defeat
— <3
I could feel myself
latching on
connecting with your words
I was almost so deep
I could feel your soul
spilling through
the spaces between your teeth
I can’t help but feel
defeat
— <3
to hold on
the latch was the barrier to me freedom and I resented it with a venom that only a driven individual could feel. I lifted the latch and it revealed the sky!
I don’t have time to latch, my bones are shaking, i think this is the end. One second, everything’s new again.
latch