Mutual friends make you wonder if that person on facebook is someone that you really do know. If not then you just dont add them.
Brittany
is a word for friends. friends are mutual there is a mutual agreement. things are easier when there mutual. they both know what is happening both parties it doesnt matter wehen its mutual.
Justin
I really hope that the girl I talk to every day and I have close to mutal feelings..well i hope hers are mutual with mine and the base..im not sure what hers arew..so i hope her feelings of us are mutual to mine..beings i really would like to express my feelings to her body,mind and soul.
friends
together
same
ours
yours
mine
strangers
facebook
friend request
similar
feelings
“the feeling is mutual”
Natalia
She looked over at me over the top of her glasses, SO cool. Her eyes scan me, judging me. Like she knows me. But before I can raise my eyebrows at her, her eyes slide away.
Isabella
It was a mutual understanding that we had – he wouldn’t fall in love with me and I wouldn’t fall in love with him. But something went awry along the way and we did exactly as we said we wouldn’t. It was a lovely mishap, though. A lovely, lovely mishap.
Thrumming the eraser on the desk. Someone nearby sneezes. The clock ticks on. Mutal. mutal. MUTAL. over and over in my mind. What does it mean? How do I give an answer to a question I do not understand? I reread the question before i turn the page, just for good measure. I try not to laugh out loud. Mut-u-al.
her eyes narrowed in a delicious way. first the only thing he could see was the movement of her eyelashes, which weren’t long or feathery but simply fine, and the very slight shadow it cast on the soft skin beneath her eye. then he could see the lightly speckled tinge of her eyelid move in a precise and even movement, without jitters – only down.
mutual respect . . . it’s important in a relationship. Each person needs to feel validated, accepted for what they are in a relationship. If one isn’t, then the relationship won’t work.
Maxine Kennedy
One day, when all these little games are done, we will have this beautiful thing. You can’t see it yet. But I can. I can see how it will happen. I can see the way we will have fallen in love. I can see now that interesting and very specific look we will give each other- showing each other that we love each other so much in such a mutual way that we’ll never be able to stop.
The feeling is mutual, I said, as I pressed his hand warmly and smiled my most flirtatious smile. How could I help it? He was gorgeous. An Athens if I ever saw one: golden tan, brown hair and eyes, a beautiful smile. Moneyed.
if every relationship can be mutual, that’d be great. but that’s not the way we learn, unfortunately. we know people who we believed were best friends can let me down, and we learn from it. perhaps every relationship can be mutual in that light.
kaorita
Sometimes I see you and I can’t help but wonder if what we feel is mutual or completely unrequited. I want you to feel the same way and every time I look at you I try to send those messages to your brain so that you will love me too.
Danielle
Mutually, musicians mull over maddening masterpieces.
Mutual is a great word, I can only think of positive things. Mutual agreement, compromise is always a plus. Mutual friends makes parties great. Mutual feelings are great as well. Don’t you think so?
The agreement was mutual. It meant nothing, except that it meant everything. That wasn’t a lot, not in those days of Saturday morning tv and soggy cereal. It all just became too much for us, a burden that couldn’t be dreamed of being lifted off of our precarious shoulders without this pact. Once in awhile I think about the way things could have been if I would have denounced the whole thing. I could have thrown my hands up in the air and said, “This won’t work.” Until now though, I think I thought it was the best possible thing for everyone. I mean, who could’ve known that she would have come back after all those years? How many nights did I pine for her, knowing my pleas were futile. If I had known she wasn’t dead, I would have thrown out the contract a long time ago, would’ve left town and never come back. I could spend a lifetime looking for that face. Its outlines are engraved in my mind.
Annie
something shared. something you both feel. something you both think. something that encompasses you both
Joe
It was a mutual break up.
He told me he loved me.
He told me he cheated on me.
I told him I’m not ready to be loved.
I told him his cheating didn’t anger me.
This is not how a relationship should go.
It was a mutual break up.
Friends. All the people that the people that I love, love. It’s a feeling between two or more, something to agree upon. Mutual thoughts and desires. Perfect.
Erin
friends in agreement with each other that have the same interests and goals as one together. Mutual countries or aquaintances together as one or apart with mutual feelings on the decision of their mutual understanding
Cindy
My eyes glanced over at his face, surrounded by the hood of his jacket which was protecting his face from the cold. With a twinkle from the street lights bouncing in and through out his dark marbled eyes, he caught my light green ones before I could escape the lock of my gaze. He reached down, removing his hand from the warm cave that was his pocket, and let it find mine hanging in the midst of the crisp fall air. We exchanged a look and a smirk that silently said, “Don’t you worry, the feeling is mutual, and I am right here”.
And once again, I try for something and what happens? I fail. I fail at everything I do. Everything. I couldn’t make an audition, couldn’t win a contest of any sort, my friends aren’t even cordial to me anymore, I feel empty inside everyday. My parents only look on the negative and nothing I do is right. Nothing. No matter who’s judging it’s always the same verdict, the same mutual agreement, I fail. I can’t do a single thing right and everyone agrees. Is it sad that the only thing that keeps me alive is the fact that I wouldn’t want my friends and family to be disappointed in me? Well, it looks like I’m already failing at that too.
You hold my hand. I hold yours. The feeling is mutual. I let go.
Ashley Mills
The feeling of mutual contempt was one we had striven so hard not to give in to. But it was only a matter of time before Luke became my ultimate enemy. Our hatred was almost passionate in it’s purity.
Raymond Masters
you can have a mutual friendship with someone when you dont f really know them but you know htme through other people. another person connecting you two would be your mutual friend. they bring people together
savanna
those emotions never felt
a single space before.
both understood
the knelt idea; which once was held
over their heads.
He’d like to say the ending was mutual. He’d like to believe it was but he knows it wasn’t. When he left it was his choice and his other half was asking him not to go, just with less words and more stony silence. He still left though, because, well, he doesn’t know why exactly but in the week after he goes home he writes five songs all painfully obvious in subject matter.
I liked her and the feeling was mutual. However, we would never be lunch mates. We were not ever going to mix company and send each other party invites. We share a few mutual interests and liked each other. End of story.
There was an instant mutual attraction. Once his eyes fell into hers, the endless pits they both were, they were lost. Hopelessly in love. They had butterflies, fireworks, love songs playing over and over in their heads. In that one moment everything that ever was and ever would be flashed through their minds. But that wasn’t logical, that wasn’t reasonable that they could instantly fall for each other and run off into the sunset, holding hands. So, like fools, they parted ways.
We had a mutual understanding. I loathed him, and he returned my sentiments. It was a perfect balance. We both kept it in mind as we glared at each other.
“I’m surprised you came,” he said.
“Really, now? It’s like you don’t even remember who I am.”
“Yes, of course,” he replied. “You, who ran in fear at the slightest hint of failure, were sure to confront me as soon as possible.”
there is a mutual agreement here that states if one is not happy then the other must work on happiness together. together meaning as one, the way you chose to be when you committed to one another. now you must have commited for a reason am i right? i mean why else commit your entire essence to someone unless for one hell of a reason.
derrick
It’s what makes the world go round. Isn’t that what they claim? Mutual assured destruction. Well, let’s be having some of that then. Who will see if it’s true? The 1% of course. Occupy Bunker.
“I hate you”
“yeah, that’ feeling’s mutual.”
“yeah, retard,”
“yeah, shit for brains”
“Get out my sight.”
“No you”
They seemed to be fighting, as they were grabbing at each other’s head. But you know, by the end of the day, they were making out… weird.
Mary
A shared feeling. Rare but beautiful. When you find a mutual anything, be grateful, for you may never find it anywhere else. Hold it close and don’t let go. Whatever you do, don’t let go.
Tiffany
I want to write about the word exhaustion. Because that is all I can feel.
Mutual. Symbiosis. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts.
I can still feel the way it makes me think. Which is normal I guess.
The joint feelings between two. When a group of more than one person is able to come together and agree on something. It may not always be their ideal choice or desire, but everyone can come to understand that what happened was best.
mutual of omaha, the wild kingdom… a favorite television series when i was a kid
mutual agreements… it’s only mutual if both parties agree
mutual funds… money on paper
Mutual friends make you wonder if that person on facebook is someone that you really do know. If not then you just dont add them.
is a word for friends. friends are mutual there is a mutual agreement. things are easier when there mutual. they both know what is happening both parties it doesnt matter wehen its mutual.
I really hope that the girl I talk to every day and I have close to mutal feelings..well i hope hers are mutual with mine and the base..im not sure what hers arew..so i hope her feelings of us are mutual to mine..beings i really would like to express my feelings to her body,mind and soul.
friends
together
same
ours
yours
mine
strangers
facebook
friend request
similar
feelings
“the feeling is mutual”
She looked over at me over the top of her glasses, SO cool. Her eyes scan me, judging me. Like she knows me. But before I can raise my eyebrows at her, her eyes slide away.
It was a mutual understanding that we had – he wouldn’t fall in love with me and I wouldn’t fall in love with him. But something went awry along the way and we did exactly as we said we wouldn’t. It was a lovely mishap, though. A lovely, lovely mishap.
Thrumming the eraser on the desk. Someone nearby sneezes. The clock ticks on. Mutal. mutal. MUTAL. over and over in my mind. What does it mean? How do I give an answer to a question I do not understand? I reread the question before i turn the page, just for good measure. I try not to laugh out loud. Mut-u-al.
her eyes narrowed in a delicious way. first the only thing he could see was the movement of her eyelashes, which weren’t long or feathery but simply fine, and the very slight shadow it cast on the soft skin beneath her eye. then he could see the lightly speckled tinge of her eyelid move in a precise and even movement, without jitters – only down.
mutual respect . . . it’s important in a relationship. Each person needs to feel validated, accepted for what they are in a relationship. If one isn’t, then the relationship won’t work.
One day, when all these little games are done, we will have this beautiful thing. You can’t see it yet. But I can. I can see how it will happen. I can see the way we will have fallen in love. I can see now that interesting and very specific look we will give each other- showing each other that we love each other so much in such a mutual way that we’ll never be able to stop.
The feeling is mutual, I said, as I pressed his hand warmly and smiled my most flirtatious smile. How could I help it? He was gorgeous. An Athens if I ever saw one: golden tan, brown hair and eyes, a beautiful smile. Moneyed.
if every relationship can be mutual, that’d be great. but that’s not the way we learn, unfortunately. we know people who we believed were best friends can let me down, and we learn from it. perhaps every relationship can be mutual in that light.
Sometimes I see you and I can’t help but wonder if what we feel is mutual or completely unrequited. I want you to feel the same way and every time I look at you I try to send those messages to your brain so that you will love me too.
Mutually, musicians mull over maddening masterpieces.
Mutual is a great word, I can only think of positive things. Mutual agreement, compromise is always a plus. Mutual friends makes parties great. Mutual feelings are great as well. Don’t you think so?
The agreement was mutual. It meant nothing, except that it meant everything. That wasn’t a lot, not in those days of Saturday morning tv and soggy cereal. It all just became too much for us, a burden that couldn’t be dreamed of being lifted off of our precarious shoulders without this pact. Once in awhile I think about the way things could have been if I would have denounced the whole thing. I could have thrown my hands up in the air and said, “This won’t work.” Until now though, I think I thought it was the best possible thing for everyone. I mean, who could’ve known that she would have come back after all those years? How many nights did I pine for her, knowing my pleas were futile. If I had known she wasn’t dead, I would have thrown out the contract a long time ago, would’ve left town and never come back. I could spend a lifetime looking for that face. Its outlines are engraved in my mind.
something shared. something you both feel. something you both think. something that encompasses you both
It was a mutual break up.
He told me he loved me.
He told me he cheated on me.
I told him I’m not ready to be loved.
I told him his cheating didn’t anger me.
This is not how a relationship should go.
It was a mutual break up.
Friends. All the people that the people that I love, love. It’s a feeling between two or more, something to agree upon. Mutual thoughts and desires. Perfect.
friends in agreement with each other that have the same interests and goals as one together. Mutual countries or aquaintances together as one or apart with mutual feelings on the decision of their mutual understanding
My eyes glanced over at his face, surrounded by the hood of his jacket which was protecting his face from the cold. With a twinkle from the street lights bouncing in and through out his dark marbled eyes, he caught my light green ones before I could escape the lock of my gaze. He reached down, removing his hand from the warm cave that was his pocket, and let it find mine hanging in the midst of the crisp fall air. We exchanged a look and a smirk that silently said, “Don’t you worry, the feeling is mutual, and I am right here”.
And once again, I try for something and what happens? I fail. I fail at everything I do. Everything. I couldn’t make an audition, couldn’t win a contest of any sort, my friends aren’t even cordial to me anymore, I feel empty inside everyday. My parents only look on the negative and nothing I do is right. Nothing. No matter who’s judging it’s always the same verdict, the same mutual agreement, I fail. I can’t do a single thing right and everyone agrees. Is it sad that the only thing that keeps me alive is the fact that I wouldn’t want my friends and family to be disappointed in me? Well, it looks like I’m already failing at that too.
You hold my hand. I hold yours. The feeling is mutual. I let go.
The feeling of mutual contempt was one we had striven so hard not to give in to. But it was only a matter of time before Luke became my ultimate enemy. Our hatred was almost passionate in it’s purity.
you can have a mutual friendship with someone when you dont f really know them but you know htme through other people. another person connecting you two would be your mutual friend. they bring people together
those emotions never felt
a single space before.
both understood
the knelt idea; which once was held
over their heads.
He’d like to say the ending was mutual. He’d like to believe it was but he knows it wasn’t. When he left it was his choice and his other half was asking him not to go, just with less words and more stony silence. He still left though, because, well, he doesn’t know why exactly but in the week after he goes home he writes five songs all painfully obvious in subject matter.
I liked her and the feeling was mutual. However, we would never be lunch mates. We were not ever going to mix company and send each other party invites. We share a few mutual interests and liked each other. End of story.
There was an instant mutual attraction. Once his eyes fell into hers, the endless pits they both were, they were lost. Hopelessly in love. They had butterflies, fireworks, love songs playing over and over in their heads. In that one moment everything that ever was and ever would be flashed through their minds. But that wasn’t logical, that wasn’t reasonable that they could instantly fall for each other and run off into the sunset, holding hands. So, like fools, they parted ways.
We had a mutual understanding. I loathed him, and he returned my sentiments. It was a perfect balance. We both kept it in mind as we glared at each other.
“I’m surprised you came,” he said.
“Really, now? It’s like you don’t even remember who I am.”
“Yes, of course,” he replied. “You, who ran in fear at the slightest hint of failure, were sure to confront me as soon as possible.”
That’s all I needed to know,
walking away from you.
Im not going to make eye contact
–for fear that you’d realize
I had lied.
together one cant seem to break away, one decision, big company, no thoughts of those you hurt, hold hands, turn backs, leave people behind .
Shared
Feeling
Close
Near
Similar
there is a mutual agreement here that states if one is not happy then the other must work on happiness together. together meaning as one, the way you chose to be when you committed to one another. now you must have commited for a reason am i right? i mean why else commit your entire essence to someone unless for one hell of a reason.
It’s what makes the world go round. Isn’t that what they claim? Mutual assured destruction. Well, let’s be having some of that then. Who will see if it’s true? The 1% of course. Occupy Bunker.
“I hate you”
“yeah, that’ feeling’s mutual.”
“yeah, retard,”
“yeah, shit for brains”
“Get out my sight.”
“No you”
They seemed to be fighting, as they were grabbing at each other’s head. But you know, by the end of the day, they were making out… weird.
A shared feeling. Rare but beautiful. When you find a mutual anything, be grateful, for you may never find it anywhere else. Hold it close and don’t let go. Whatever you do, don’t let go.
I want to write about the word exhaustion. Because that is all I can feel.
Mutual. Symbiosis. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts.
I can still feel the way it makes me think. Which is normal I guess.
Mutual. Flow. Cooperation. Happiness. Serenity.
The joint feelings between two. When a group of more than one person is able to come together and agree on something. It may not always be their ideal choice or desire, but everyone can come to understand that what happened was best.
mutual of omaha, the wild kingdom… a favorite television series when i was a kid
mutual agreements… it’s only mutual if both parties agree
mutual funds… money on paper