Never a borrower or a lender be, wrote Shakespeare.
It will only lead to problems between friends, and resentment.
So make it a gift, don’t expect to be paid back. You will be
disappointed. And books too, you’ll never see them again so
be prepared to pass them on.
Robin
Lending a book is quite often dissappointing. Why? Because you never get them back. Then you have to awkwardly ask them back, which makes you feel like a stuck up annoying prick.
Ace
Lending to me means loaning someone out something.Whether it be money or shoes…its nice to be there and help.
But sometimes people can take advantage of this so be sure to who you help out you cant be nice all the time!
thestrawberryfields
Open heart, joy and mending.
Willing
giving
hope,
never ending.
Tara Watson
giving something that you would like to have back at one point knowing that is quite likely that you will never have it returned (so write down who has it)
Daniela
I am lending my BFF my Harry Potter book and my American Girl Book. She will read them, then return them to me. I like to lend her things.
The man lent his coat, then his hat. Then he started to feel cold, but he didn’t take them back. The recipient was grateful and said so. They had given each other something more than a coat and hat.
Lending is something that supposedly always gets you into trouble in the materialistic world.. However, on the emotional side of things, it can be an extremely fulfilling practice. Lending out motivation, lending home, lending dreams.. Helping people move forward in life to a better tomorrow!
Sindhu
Lending you my arm, I sacrifice my balance to stabilize our relationship of you as child and I as adult. Once righted you tell me I am your rock, and I crumble.
Lending people things isn’t always a good idea. Particularly not when it’s a book you’re lending. Sorry Laura, I’ve still got that John Green book. I thought about burning it and sending you the video but that is a bit too cruel to the poor book. It’s getting slowly dog-eared right here next to me. Thanks for that.
I don’t have a lot of time or money or feelings or anything left to give but I will give it all. I’m willing. I have something at least. Lending is the wrong word. I’m writing about the wrong word. Because I don’t expect anything back. Eventually I won’t have anything left to lend. Oops.
have to return after lending
if lending a idea, you could own it
e.g: paroties, 2nd creation
futher exchane ideas, speed up development
ceci
I once gave a lending hand to a stranger. He took it and decided that he would thank me by giving me keys. He told me “once you find what this opens. Call me.” He walked away. I’m still looking.
Mike Martin
I lent you my shoelaces and you never gave them back. I’m never lending you anything again. What use did you even have for my laces? I can’t imagine…
I’m always lending him a shoulder these days. It never used to be this way though. In the past my shoulder was sharp, and never there for him unless it was to jam it into his chin, or against his chest. Nathaniel and I used to never get along. Or he tried very hard to make it so. But when I needed him, he was there. And now I’m the one who needs to be strong for him in a new way.
he was lending his heart to her. to take care of it for a while. in time he would want it back. to destroy and let turn black. to disappear into nothingness. to forget. to die
Edt
My friend lent me a book called look again. Also she lent me a book called perfect match, it’s so sad :( . the child gets raped so the mother kills the guy that she “thinks” raped him… but the guy was the wrong guy. Also my friend is lending me more books over the summer.
He was magnificent and generous as he went about lending me the use of his personal library. I was able to express my gratitude and I think he understood.
pamela
I am lending you my toothbrush for the evening. Please return it within two weeks or you will have to pay the entire full store price for it, and in this economy, you do not want to be wasting all your money on toothbrushes, especially when the person you’re buying them for will just use them to clean off the bathroom grout. You now, IN THE BATHROOM.
you lent me your book last year when we were dating. it was about pick up artists and little tricks dudes use to get girls. i learned a lot from it and my friends and i all vandalized it and made a pro con list that compared you to your friend my ex boyfriend and oh my god i was such a terrible person (bitch) and i never even gave that book back oops sorrrrrrry i wish you were here.
It was on that rainy day that I met you. At first, I’d been planning to ‘borrow’ the umbrella that was laying at your doorstep, but instead, you lent it to me. It wasn’t even yours and you said that I could have it. I had gone back the next day to return it, met your friends, and then returned to your door everyday after that.
…I saw you with him. Even though I was falling for you, I saw you doing ‘it’ with him. The next day I went over, and he said that he was getting married. Not to you, to some other person. A girl. After the news, you left, but not before allowing me to break that umbrella. And I never saw you again.
Years passed and we met at work. You said you had forgotten me, but I know that you hadn’t because it was then that you returned my feelings. Together, we returned home on that rainy night. Together under a new umbrella.
Kasa no Shita, Futari ~ Junko
rawrawrawr
lending a hand is something I am constantly thinking about. How much help is enough and how much is not enough? I always come into this dilemma when I see homeless people on the streets. How many of them are lying to us and how many of them are genuinely destitute and need our help? I think Roosevelt was right “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are” If I have a dollar on me I think of it as fate and I lend a hand when I can with what I have, wherever I am.
Louise
The hours have long passed the the mercy of the ones that keep lending them. You have wasted it and now face the consequences. Face the turmoil, the weight of all the actions you have not done. You could have done and yet, you haven’t.
Flying down the back road at 75 miles an hour, the limbs of trees extending out corpse like, and the extended bass of the modded stereo lending its strength into a back massage, we had the headlights pointed at the dawn, sure we’d never see an end to it all. And in that moment, we were infinite.
I lent my Pokemon Yellow cartridge to a green cat. It was an actual green cat, not a person in a fursuit. Although it may have been a fursuit lent to someone by a witch that turned the person into the cat, which ouldlld explain why a cat wanted to play Pokemon. Unfortunately, my pet fairy wanted the game back and stole all the cat’s food.
She stared at the envelope with the word “Courage” scrawled across it. In front of her, in a room that burst with a blinding light, lay her challenges. She knew she was prepared entirely for them, but she knew she was nervous. This envelope had been handed to her, silently, as she approached the doorway, and now, alone, steps away from beginning, she considered it.
Taking her fingernail across the seal, she tore open the letter and read it to herself.
She blinked.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
“/Rainbows.”
T.
Lending my heart to you was easy. But when I tried to get it back you wouldn’t let go. Why??? Is it because you think you love me??? Or is it because you are afraid that there is nobody else who will love you like I did??? But please do not worry, you will always have a place in my heart, just please give it back.
and he was just like “it’s a lending”, while he was licking my entire neck. the worst part of this is the umpleasant feeling of having your body used by an unknown man…
Valen
She was lending him her car for the weekend. He didn’t expect to find the old useless things lying all around. The empty bottles, used condoms, even a pair of old panties. He missed her. He knew he did. He couldn’t tell her though. He loved that car. Hell, he bought it for her. She was his, and he was gonna get her back one way or another.
Haley
One to another.
Another to one.
Back and forth, swaying and switching.
The way things change hands has never been so graceful.
lemme lend him something. thats it. leave something at his place, then find a reason to get bubble tea together. Be more forgetful, more generous. forget only the car keys and cell phone charger, lend him all the things that you’ll “need” back eventually. Give him sugar and give him rides to work.
Lending money can be challenging at ttimes. some people dont give your money back and then you loose everything. banks lend money all of the time, however they want to make a profit from the lending so they use interest. when interest is involved, for every payment
Angela
The lending hand. The mending hand. The spending hand. The rending hand. Who are you?
When I told you could borrow my book, i expected you to give it back to me. I lent it to you, i didn’t give it to you. How dare you think I’d ever let you keep my signed copy of Harry Potter?
lending is one of the most gratifying, but dangerous actions. Be carefull what you lend. You may share happieness with someone, or you could just loose a precious possession.
Never a borrower or a lender be, wrote Shakespeare.
It will only lead to problems between friends, and resentment.
So make it a gift, don’t expect to be paid back. You will be
disappointed. And books too, you’ll never see them again so
be prepared to pass them on.
Lending a book is quite often dissappointing. Why? Because you never get them back. Then you have to awkwardly ask them back, which makes you feel like a stuck up annoying prick.
Lending to me means loaning someone out something.Whether it be money or shoes…its nice to be there and help.
But sometimes people can take advantage of this so be sure to who you help out you cant be nice all the time!
Open heart, joy and mending.
Willing
giving
hope,
never ending.
giving something that you would like to have back at one point knowing that is quite likely that you will never have it returned (so write down who has it)
I am lending my BFF my Harry Potter book and my American Girl Book. She will read them, then return them to me. I like to lend her things.
The man lent his coat, then his hat. Then he started to feel cold, but he didn’t take them back. The recipient was grateful and said so. They had given each other something more than a coat and hat.
In all her glorious hatred of others, she couldn’t even bring herself to lend me a pound for the bus fare.
Lending is something that supposedly always gets you into trouble in the materialistic world.. However, on the emotional side of things, it can be an extremely fulfilling practice. Lending out motivation, lending home, lending dreams.. Helping people move forward in life to a better tomorrow!
Lending you my arm, I sacrifice my balance to stabilize our relationship of you as child and I as adult. Once righted you tell me I am your rock, and I crumble.
Lending people things isn’t always a good idea. Particularly not when it’s a book you’re lending. Sorry Laura, I’ve still got that John Green book. I thought about burning it and sending you the video but that is a bit too cruel to the poor book. It’s getting slowly dog-eared right here next to me. Thanks for that.
I don’t have a lot of time or money or feelings or anything left to give but I will give it all. I’m willing. I have something at least. Lending is the wrong word. I’m writing about the wrong word. Because I don’t expect anything back. Eventually I won’t have anything left to lend. Oops.
have to return after lending
if lending a idea, you could own it
e.g: paroties, 2nd creation
futher exchane ideas, speed up development
I once gave a lending hand to a stranger. He took it and decided that he would thank me by giving me keys. He told me “once you find what this opens. Call me.” He walked away. I’m still looking.
I lent you my shoelaces and you never gave them back. I’m never lending you anything again. What use did you even have for my laces? I can’t imagine…
I’m always lending him a shoulder these days. It never used to be this way though. In the past my shoulder was sharp, and never there for him unless it was to jam it into his chin, or against his chest. Nathaniel and I used to never get along. Or he tried very hard to make it so. But when I needed him, he was there. And now I’m the one who needs to be strong for him in a new way.
he was lending his heart to her. to take care of it for a while. in time he would want it back. to destroy and let turn black. to disappear into nothingness. to forget. to die
My friend lent me a book called look again. Also she lent me a book called perfect match, it’s so sad :( . the child gets raped so the mother kills the guy that she “thinks” raped him… but the guy was the wrong guy. Also my friend is lending me more books over the summer.
Lend. A hand, an ear. Two enormous things which don’t require surgery.
He was magnificent and generous as he went about lending me the use of his personal library. I was able to express my gratitude and I think he understood.
I am lending you my toothbrush for the evening. Please return it within two weeks or you will have to pay the entire full store price for it, and in this economy, you do not want to be wasting all your money on toothbrushes, especially when the person you’re buying them for will just use them to clean off the bathroom grout. You now, IN THE BATHROOM.
you lent me your book last year when we were dating. it was about pick up artists and little tricks dudes use to get girls. i learned a lot from it and my friends and i all vandalized it and made a pro con list that compared you to your friend my ex boyfriend and oh my god i was such a terrible person (bitch) and i never even gave that book back oops sorrrrrrry i wish you were here.
The way I keep lending you my warmth.
Not just with my hands thawing your hands
or my legs tangled in yours.
But the way you borrow the spare key
and leave me waiting in the cold.
You think I’m enough to keep you well-protected,
but I’m a sickness colder than cold.
It was on that rainy day that I met you. At first, I’d been planning to ‘borrow’ the umbrella that was laying at your doorstep, but instead, you lent it to me. It wasn’t even yours and you said that I could have it. I had gone back the next day to return it, met your friends, and then returned to your door everyday after that.
…I saw you with him. Even though I was falling for you, I saw you doing ‘it’ with him. The next day I went over, and he said that he was getting married. Not to you, to some other person. A girl. After the news, you left, but not before allowing me to break that umbrella. And I never saw you again.
Years passed and we met at work. You said you had forgotten me, but I know that you hadn’t because it was then that you returned my feelings. Together, we returned home on that rainy night. Together under a new umbrella.
Kasa no Shita, Futari ~ Junko
lending a hand is something I am constantly thinking about. How much help is enough and how much is not enough? I always come into this dilemma when I see homeless people on the streets. How many of them are lying to us and how many of them are genuinely destitute and need our help? I think Roosevelt was right “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are” If I have a dollar on me I think of it as fate and I lend a hand when I can with what I have, wherever I am.
The hours have long passed the the mercy of the ones that keep lending them. You have wasted it and now face the consequences. Face the turmoil, the weight of all the actions you have not done. You could have done and yet, you haven’t.
Flying down the back road at 75 miles an hour, the limbs of trees extending out corpse like, and the extended bass of the modded stereo lending its strength into a back massage, we had the headlights pointed at the dawn, sure we’d never see an end to it all. And in that moment, we were infinite.
lending
an art
that is not learned
but rather
an ability
you are born with
I lent my Pokemon Yellow cartridge to a green cat. It was an actual green cat, not a person in a fursuit. Although it may have been a fursuit lent to someone by a witch that turned the person into the cat, which ouldlld explain why a cat wanted to play Pokemon. Unfortunately, my pet fairy wanted the game back and stole all the cat’s food.
She stared at the envelope with the word “Courage” scrawled across it. In front of her, in a room that burst with a blinding light, lay her challenges. She knew she was prepared entirely for them, but she knew she was nervous. This envelope had been handed to her, silently, as she approached the doorway, and now, alone, steps away from beginning, she considered it.
Taking her fingernail across the seal, she tore open the letter and read it to herself.
She blinked.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
“/Rainbows.”
Lending my heart to you was easy. But when I tried to get it back you wouldn’t let go. Why??? Is it because you think you love me??? Or is it because you are afraid that there is nobody else who will love you like I did??? But please do not worry, you will always have a place in my heart, just please give it back.
and he was just like “it’s a lending”, while he was licking my entire neck. the worst part of this is the umpleasant feeling of having your body used by an unknown man…
She was lending him her car for the weekend. He didn’t expect to find the old useless things lying all around. The empty bottles, used condoms, even a pair of old panties. He missed her. He knew he did. He couldn’t tell her though. He loved that car. Hell, he bought it for her. She was his, and he was gonna get her back one way or another.
One to another.
Another to one.
Back and forth, swaying and switching.
The way things change hands has never been so graceful.
lemme lend him something. thats it. leave something at his place, then find a reason to get bubble tea together. Be more forgetful, more generous. forget only the car keys and cell phone charger, lend him all the things that you’ll “need” back eventually. Give him sugar and give him rides to work.
Lending money can be challenging at ttimes. some people dont give your money back and then you loose everything. banks lend money all of the time, however they want to make a profit from the lending so they use interest. when interest is involved, for every payment
The lending hand. The mending hand. The spending hand. The rending hand. Who are you?
When I told you could borrow my book, i expected you to give it back to me. I lent it to you, i didn’t give it to you. How dare you think I’d ever let you keep my signed copy of Harry Potter?
i gave you all, at least i tried. You just ignored me, my pleads, my love. You will one day regret not sharing with me in turn…
lending is one of the most gratifying, but dangerous actions. Be carefull what you lend. You may share happieness with someone, or you could just loose a precious possession.