permission is the only a formality..people do things they want to anyway..permission is just the thing people use to describe authoruty
nidhi
permission is wahat kid ask parent. sad is it huh
bao
DO i have permission to kill luis
bao
I gave Stephanie permission to go to the movies.
Alejandra
I don’t have permission to do this, I don’t know why I am going to do it. I know it’s wrong. I know I’ll get in trouble….I know, I know, I know.
but I don’t care anymore. this is me. this is my time. this is how I choose to be. For real.
Shaina
To let someone do something
Paul
I give myself permission to remember the life of Adam. I give myself permission to change my perspective and not focus on the pain of his death.
Paula
Asking permission is not always a kid-thing, even in my 60’s I’ve had to do that. Yesterday, I was at a 100’s year old’s birthday party, I wonder if she’s still asking for someone’s approval.
NancytheNotetaker
LOL
:D
Permission. We spend much of our lives seeking it — ‘mommy, can I eat this? Can I touch that?’, and for most of us the latter half of our lives giving it.
In any case, I’d rather be the one giving than seeking. Isn’t that a thought?
peiyun
I didn’t give him permission to fight with his brother. Of course, when had that ever stopped him before. I guess he really was too much like his father.
Damn his father. Damn me for caring about him even after all of these years. Danny never really cared about family, it was his needs and his needs only. No one ever gave him permission either. He just did as he pleased and ran on with his life.
Susan Fenn
He needed to get the permission slip signed if he wanted to go on the trip. But he didn’t worry about it too much, since he knew they would let him go regardless of the cost and how long he would be away.
He was growing up, as she would say and he smiled at the thought.
TrinTres
Climb my chin and hit it hard. You may find some mercury in it, gas particles eroded by my spoon.
Kaizar
It’s not like I needed his permission to paint my room. It’s MY room, after all. I don’t go into his room and tell him he can’t paint his walls that sickly brown color.
Alk
I didn’t need his permission to do anything. I mean, I was my own human being after all. I had a mind, soul, whatever. He wasn’t my father, I loved him to be sure, but that didn’t mean he needed to control every second of my life like this. I need to get out. I needed to breathe. I couldn’t, though, not under his suffocating control. Not like this.
I need to get out.
Stevi
we need permission for watevr we do…..but just think if v dnt need permision for anythn……it wud b jus sooo gud……all freedom……since our childhood v r in a habit of taking permission for watever we do……..but i sincerely feel a day will come whn ppl will take my permisssion…!!!
rohneet
Permission?
why i need it
I dont like to take permission
i hate it
it sucks
ahhhh
why i am writing this
BEEp
Kila
you need this from your parents and from your teacher. when you heed to this you are an obedent person…Permission to stop? permission to keep going
“I am not here to ask your permission. I was just telling you.”
And like that, she slams the door, and I hear her sneakers squeak as she walks through the puddles outside. The rain beat against the window, and then I realized it– she really was leaving. And I couldn’t stop her, no matter how much I tried. My daughter was leaving.
Erin
I asked for permission to watch porn to my parents. But they wont give me the permission. So permission is a word that you shouldnt ever ask for. You’ll have to face hell if you do. So dont ask for permission just do it!
Meghnad
She gave me permission to open the bottle. Although it had never been opened in the past twenty years of her stay, she handed it to me the first day I entered her apartment. It was like lightning. The desire to open it, to be permitted, was so strong. My hands shook and my fingers ached to open the shiny silver cap. As it opened, the scent filled the room and we both
Garrard
I don’t need you to tell me who I can be and what I can do. I am me. You are you. And that’s the way it should be. Complete acceptance. That doesn’t, however, give you the right to be a total asshole ALL the time. Do your man chores and you’ll be rewarded. Get it?
VoddyT
I give permission to date my daughter. He sits in the chair with the shotgun by his side. The faded armchair faces the TV, ignoring the rest of the room. The bent and warped paneling
Anonymous
i don’t need permission. i don’t ask for it. but i crave it because i’m human
Anonymous
“I don’t need your permission to do anything! You’re my boyfriend not my dad! You think you’re God’s gift to women, but you’re just a stupid jerk!” Christine was flushed with rage.
Scylax
please may i
x
She wanted to go to this party. She had asked her parents. Begged her parents. But they still wouldn’t give her permission to go. It didn’t matter that there was going to be adult supervision. It didn’t matter that her best friend was going. She slammed the door of her room in anger. She’d be one of the only ones to miss this party and it pissed her off.
Kristen
do I have to have permission to be who I am? Permission is a strange word, it scares me. In the end I want to give my Self permission to BE who I am. I want to give everyone permission to BE who they are. So now permission is a good word. In just 60 seconds, LOL
Megan
“No, I cannot wait,” I shouted at my dad. He looked at me like he wanted to ground me for shouting at him.
“Please dad, I have to go to Drake. I’ll just go, even without your permission.”
Patricia
I got permission to have friends to sleep over one night. Even though we were too old, we built a fort using furniture and piles of blankets fastened in various ways. It had two rooms and a window to view the television from. Years later I built a similar, but much larger fort at job in a laundry facility.
Tyler
I don’t have permission from my parents to go to this party. I have to go though. The boy I like will be there. He broke it off with me, well, we weren’t dating, but we were talking, because he said he needed time.
I have such strong feelings for him tha tI have to go to fix it. I think I love him. I’ve been in love before, but not like this.
Brittany
annabelle.
did i give you permission to leave the house?
i didn’t think so. get back inside now.
and wrap up warm.
i’m sorry for yelling, darling.
please, listen to your me, honey.
it’s for the good of your health.
I give my daughter permission to miss gym class today. She’s not feeling well, and the bouncing of the ball would cause serious nausea to ensue. Sincerely, Sue’s Mom (Really, I’m her mom.)
suZque
Permission is being given the approval of someone else to do something you were going to do regardless.
ER
I would like permission to: milk the cows in the kitchen, throw the china into the trash, speak frankly about how loudly you think when I make mistakes, play the part of Hamlet, dig a moat around the house, purchase a machine that makes pastries in the shape of sonnets, rely on luck.
Brian Slusher
Permission is to be able to do something with the consent of an authority figure.
ER
To be able to do something. Someone gives it to you.
permission is the only a formality..people do things they want to anyway..permission is just the thing people use to describe authoruty
permission is wahat kid ask parent. sad is it huh
DO i have permission to kill luis
I gave Stephanie permission to go to the movies.
I don’t have permission to do this, I don’t know why I am going to do it. I know it’s wrong. I know I’ll get in trouble….I know, I know, I know.
but I don’t care anymore. this is me. this is my time. this is how I choose to be. For real.
To let someone do something
I give myself permission to remember the life of Adam. I give myself permission to change my perspective and not focus on the pain of his death.
Asking permission is not always a kid-thing, even in my 60’s I’ve had to do that. Yesterday, I was at a 100’s year old’s birthday party, I wonder if she’s still asking for someone’s approval.
LOL
Permission. We spend much of our lives seeking it — ‘mommy, can I eat this? Can I touch that?’, and for most of us the latter half of our lives giving it.
In any case, I’d rather be the one giving than seeking. Isn’t that a thought?
I didn’t give him permission to fight with his brother. Of course, when had that ever stopped him before. I guess he really was too much like his father.
Damn his father. Damn me for caring about him even after all of these years. Danny never really cared about family, it was his needs and his needs only. No one ever gave him permission either. He just did as he pleased and ran on with his life.
He needed to get the permission slip signed if he wanted to go on the trip. But he didn’t worry about it too much, since he knew they would let him go regardless of the cost and how long he would be away.
He was growing up, as she would say and he smiled at the thought.
Climb my chin and hit it hard. You may find some mercury in it, gas particles eroded by my spoon.
It’s not like I needed his permission to paint my room. It’s MY room, after all. I don’t go into his room and tell him he can’t paint his walls that sickly brown color.
I didn’t need his permission to do anything. I mean, I was my own human being after all. I had a mind, soul, whatever. He wasn’t my father, I loved him to be sure, but that didn’t mean he needed to control every second of my life like this. I need to get out. I needed to breathe. I couldn’t, though, not under his suffocating control. Not like this.
I need to get out.
we need permission for watevr we do…..but just think if v dnt need permision for anythn……it wud b jus sooo gud……all freedom……since our childhood v r in a habit of taking permission for watever we do……..but i sincerely feel a day will come whn ppl will take my permisssion…!!!
Permission?
why i need it
I dont like to take permission
i hate it
it sucks
ahhhh
why i am writing this
BEEp
you need this from your parents and from your teacher. when you heed to this you are an obedent person…Permission to stop? permission to keep going
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“I am not here to ask your permission. I was just telling you.”
And like that, she slams the door, and I hear her sneakers squeak as she walks through the puddles outside. The rain beat against the window, and then I realized it– she really was leaving. And I couldn’t stop her, no matter how much I tried. My daughter was leaving.
I asked for permission to watch porn to my parents. But they wont give me the permission. So permission is a word that you shouldnt ever ask for. You’ll have to face hell if you do. So dont ask for permission just do it!
She gave me permission to open the bottle. Although it had never been opened in the past twenty years of her stay, she handed it to me the first day I entered her apartment. It was like lightning. The desire to open it, to be permitted, was so strong. My hands shook and my fingers ached to open the shiny silver cap. As it opened, the scent filled the room and we both
I don’t need you to tell me who I can be and what I can do. I am me. You are you. And that’s the way it should be. Complete acceptance. That doesn’t, however, give you the right to be a total asshole ALL the time. Do your man chores and you’ll be rewarded. Get it?
I give permission to date my daughter. He sits in the chair with the shotgun by his side. The faded armchair faces the TV, ignoring the rest of the room. The bent and warped paneling
i don’t need permission. i don’t ask for it. but i crave it because i’m human
“I don’t need your permission to do anything! You’re my boyfriend not my dad! You think you’re God’s gift to women, but you’re just a stupid jerk!” Christine was flushed with rage.
please may i
She wanted to go to this party. She had asked her parents. Begged her parents. But they still wouldn’t give her permission to go. It didn’t matter that there was going to be adult supervision. It didn’t matter that her best friend was going. She slammed the door of her room in anger. She’d be one of the only ones to miss this party and it pissed her off.
do I have to have permission to be who I am? Permission is a strange word, it scares me. In the end I want to give my Self permission to BE who I am. I want to give everyone permission to BE who they are. So now permission is a good word. In just 60 seconds, LOL
“No, I cannot wait,” I shouted at my dad. He looked at me like he wanted to ground me for shouting at him.
“Please dad, I have to go to Drake. I’ll just go, even without your permission.”
I got permission to have friends to sleep over one night. Even though we were too old, we built a fort using furniture and piles of blankets fastened in various ways. It had two rooms and a window to view the television from. Years later I built a similar, but much larger fort at job in a laundry facility.
I don’t have permission from my parents to go to this party. I have to go though. The boy I like will be there. He broke it off with me, well, we weren’t dating, but we were talking, because he said he needed time.
I have such strong feelings for him tha tI have to go to fix it. I think I love him. I’ve been in love before, but not like this.
annabelle.
did i give you permission to leave the house?
i didn’t think so. get back inside now.
and wrap up warm.
i’m sorry for yelling, darling.
please, listen to your me, honey.
it’s for the good of your health.
security , insecure , respect, obligation, formality, freedom.
I give my daughter permission to miss gym class today. She’s not feeling well, and the bouncing of the ball would cause serious nausea to ensue. Sincerely, Sue’s Mom (Really, I’m her mom.)
Permission is being given the approval of someone else to do something you were going to do regardless.
I would like permission to: milk the cows in the kitchen, throw the china into the trash, speak frankly about how loudly you think when I make mistakes, play the part of Hamlet, dig a moat around the house, purchase a machine that makes pastries in the shape of sonnets, rely on luck.
Permission is to be able to do something with the consent of an authority figure.
To be able to do something. Someone gives it to you.
In Spanish is “permiso”, in French “permission”.
i took permission frm office to see my keep