Pressed against my body, he slowly starts to kiss my ear with the most exhilarating passion I have ever felt in my life. I am in love, I think. His body is bulging, I can feel his heartbeat pounding against my naked flesh. I feel at home, I feel vulnerable. I cannot feel anything at all. I fall into him as he takes me. It’s bad and I like it.
Jamie
He was not just hard pressed; he was so pressed he found himself contorted into an oblong arrangement, alongsides everyone else, trying to peer around him to work out how it was he’d found himself in this corner.
When I’m feeling under pressure, feeling pressed by my obligations, I look harder for an escape. A nice day off, surrounded by nature and good friends is all I need to feel rejuvenated for a while. Its as good as it gets.
charlie’s control over the situation was inversely proportional to the crowd chants, cornered between the crowd and himself,he had to do it. he had to.
diego
pressed. not crushed. pressed.
nothing more to be said.
i pressed his hand against my heart. it was warm. i felt a chill go through my body. i love him, i thought. i really do. i shouldnt, but i do. i looked into his eyes. he blinked a couple times, and kisses me on the forehead. i really do love him.
the day after the fall
the cells, singular and sickly, pressed against his skull
the vessels hop scotched electricity
until his eyeballs rolled, somersaulting through to the other side
The books are the shelf were pressed together tight. It’s just that she was a bookworm, with dozens upon dozens of novels starting to pour from the shelves. Gone With the Wind just fluttered down, spiraling to the ground without much dignity. This was a problem.
Pressed for time is the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe because I am in college and there is never enough time for anything. Or maybe to bodies pressed together in a romantic embrace. How cute. I can’t wait to get married.
SHaye
I had ground them myself this morning, a fine brown powder. That smell wafted through the room, sweet and bitter all at once, the most unique of flavors. Carefully measured teaspoons were covered in boiling water. After minutes pass, I take the final step on my way to this morning’s cup of utopia and press down the sieve, trapping the powder and leaving my heavenly brown liquid.
i’m pressed for time to write to write it’s pressing me
the time like a heavy heavy something
it’s best for things to be the way they
are methinks yes all god’s children in a pond
painting circles in the lilysnowflake beauty of it all
The freshly pressed beautiful pages wee lined up in the book, one behind the other, smelling fine and new. I picked up the book and started to read. I read and read till the book and me, both were old and ragged.
Riku Sayuj
That button was there she saw it glisten.
She wanted to push it and find what it did.
Too late, she never pressed it….
I feel pressed to finish sometimes, even though I have days or weeks or months to do so.
I don’t like the pressure, and the need to move faster than I should or really want.
I can’t wait until I really don’t care, and everything just falls into place. Nothing is complicated, and everything just works out.
Then, I won’t feel so pressed to be perfect.
Terrible grief pressed on me, weighing me down until I feel myself, flat against the Earth. Tears squeeze out of my eyes as I lay, unable to get up. I can’t get up, can’t stop crying, can’t speak, can’t stop remembering. Like every bit of emotion has been pressed out of me, every tear gone into the earth above your body.
up
against
yum
tables
god
um
okay
no idea
tired
tie dye
clothes
cleaners
asian
sleep
weezer
music
katie
wiz khalifa
facebook
mac miller
frick park market
crayola
crayons
delicious
katy perry
me!
connor rosenstein
sam wagner
kiss
matt richardson
sweet
love
care
life
status
xo
party
smiley face
dot dot curve
katie
Her body pressed against mine, and I knew at once that everything would be all right.
But it wasn’t all right — that was the thing. The fires raged around us and it wasn’t even close to within our grasp to stop it. Everyone was fighting their own war, and that’s just how it was.
Every no and again I just feel like I have to do thing, like the weight of the world is pressing down on me because I have to do these things. I wish I didn’t, I wish I could just let go but all of these things are hanging over my head and I feel like Giles Corey with his “more weight” as he’s forced to die, pressed to death under the heavy stones.
K
I was pressed for time. I couldn’t think, so I cheated. Rather than come up with a new spell per the rules of the contest, I grabbed one out of the oldest, most obscure tomes in my possession.
Hugh Crosmun
Pressed… On what?
Why have i been pressed. Why cant it stop. It’s alive. PRessed. PRess the pressure on the press button. I dont know anymore. It’s over
Ivan
I am so pressed for time. Everyone is pressing in on me. I am stressed. Everyone is pressing me for information. No one understands. Being pressed is worse than being depressed. People won’t stop pressing me.
I feel pressed to get things done and do my job. I feel pressed to succeed and spend time with my family. I feel pressed to help my mother when she feels down. I feel pressed to help the world and worry if I am ever good enough….
TellingEllie
a key on a piano. a letter on a keyboard. so many outcomes possible. beautiful music and beautiful words. one after the other, over and over again. coming together in harmony.
Casey Harvey
Even though my suit is finely pressed, I find myself more finely pressed for time because I just missed the last train that would get me to work on time. Now I am DE-presssed.
The newly pressed shirt made him feel like a new man. It is amazing how a simple piece of clothing can do that. He began to forget those old and painful memories and walked into the interview with new hope in his life. He knew this was the beginning of a new chapter
Emily
It has been ages. My mother reminds me I should iron my trousers. The day before the wedding, I had to remind myself to do that particular job. How many times had I heard my Mother say. Here’s you’re trousers, I pressed them.
De Rop
When she pressed the button everything changed. No longer was she pressing an elevator key but the key to a new dimension. A world she had yet to imagine…
FW
Pressed
Pressed flowers
Pressed suites
Hot off the press
Pressed Flowers:
I remember pressing some in an encyclopedia. I’d hoped to put them in a frame between two panes of glass and give them as a gift. Never happened.
Pressed Suits:
Did you know Dry Cleaners can just press stuff for you if you ask? Without cleaning? I don’t usually need this service since most anything I have that’s “Dry Clean Only” doesn’t survive past its first laundry load.
Hot off the Press:
My friend had a miniature printing press when we were little. I remember typesetting all the letters in backwards and then cranking out ONE WHOLE SHEET of paper!!!! – Over and over again.
I also had a school trip to the New York Times when I was younger. I’m pretty sure I still have the… I don’t know what they’re called…. the fused row of letters and numbers that were used to print that day’s date. We were each given one to take home.
Pressed for Time:
Time’s up! :)
Noisy Quiet
So pressed for time I no longer know who or what I am, time to press pause methinks.
I feel pressed on the situation of homelessness, being alone, and not being able to truly benefit the world before I’m done. Being pressed against a body. That’s where I want to be. With you. Home. Where I should be.
Katie
Why am I always pressed for time these days, she though as she watched her daughter playing in the backyard. Rushing off for surgery, she regretted her choice of occupations…
Pressed for time- wasted immensely with static and fuzz from daily life. Can’t we lift it off our shoulders and just live free from concern?
Hannah
his whole weight pressed me to the ground. I couldn’t move if I tried. the sound of gunshots resonated around the alley reaching our ears from our stance behind the dumpster.
he pressed the grapes underneath his foot as a warning, “this will be your head next time!” he said, his voice low and sinister. He was possibly the worlds worst playground bully…
Celeste Thornton
there is simply too little space in my brain right now. i cannot tell which way is right or left, up or down.
so where does this leave you and me?
i pressed my hand to my lips, I could not believe what I was hearing. The pressure of my hand to my lips was increasing as tears began to fill my eyes. This could not be happening, this was never supposed to happen
i loev to sleep its so fun butdont pressure me into it.
de
pressed
de loved
de
nied
de
fensive
declined
de
ad
Pressed against my body, he slowly starts to kiss my ear with the most exhilarating passion I have ever felt in my life. I am in love, I think. His body is bulging, I can feel his heartbeat pounding against my naked flesh. I feel at home, I feel vulnerable. I cannot feel anything at all. I fall into him as he takes me. It’s bad and I like it.
He was not just hard pressed; he was so pressed he found himself contorted into an oblong arrangement, alongsides everyone else, trying to peer around him to work out how it was he’d found himself in this corner.
When I’m feeling under pressure, feeling pressed by my obligations, I look harder for an escape. A nice day off, surrounded by nature and good friends is all I need to feel rejuvenated for a while. Its as good as it gets.
charlie’s control over the situation was inversely proportional to the crowd chants, cornered between the crowd and himself,he had to do it. he had to.
pressed. not crushed. pressed.
nothing more to be said.
i pressed his hand against my heart. it was warm. i felt a chill go through my body. i love him, i thought. i really do. i shouldnt, but i do. i looked into his eyes. he blinked a couple times, and kisses me on the forehead. i really do love him.
the day after the fall
the cells, singular and sickly, pressed against his skull
the vessels hop scotched electricity
until his eyeballs rolled, somersaulting through to the other side
The books are the shelf were pressed together tight. It’s just that she was a bookworm, with dozens upon dozens of novels starting to pour from the shelves. Gone With the Wind just fluttered down, spiraling to the ground without much dignity. This was a problem.
Pressed into another corner
she feels the urge to run.
Everyone tells her to relax,
that this is normal,
you should be happy.
But who’s happy with walls
behind their back
hands at their shoulders
and cuffs on both their fingers?
Pressed for time is the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe because I am in college and there is never enough time for anything. Or maybe to bodies pressed together in a romantic embrace. How cute. I can’t wait to get married.
I had ground them myself this morning, a fine brown powder. That smell wafted through the room, sweet and bitter all at once, the most unique of flavors. Carefully measured teaspoons were covered in boiling water. After minutes pass, I take the final step on my way to this morning’s cup of utopia and press down the sieve, trapping the powder and leaving my heavenly brown liquid.
i’m pressed for time to write to write it’s pressing me
the time like a heavy heavy something
it’s best for things to be the way they
are methinks yes all god’s children in a pond
painting circles in the lilysnowflake beauty of it all
The freshly pressed beautiful pages wee lined up in the book, one behind the other, smelling fine and new. I picked up the book and started to read. I read and read till the book and me, both were old and ragged.
That button was there she saw it glisten.
She wanted to push it and find what it did.
Too late, she never pressed it….
I feel pressed to finish sometimes, even though I have days or weeks or months to do so.
I don’t like the pressure, and the need to move faster than I should or really want.
I can’t wait until I really don’t care, and everything just falls into place. Nothing is complicated, and everything just works out.
Then, I won’t feel so pressed to be perfect.
Terrible grief pressed on me, weighing me down until I feel myself, flat against the Earth. Tears squeeze out of my eyes as I lay, unable to get up. I can’t get up, can’t stop crying, can’t speak, can’t stop remembering. Like every bit of emotion has been pressed out of me, every tear gone into the earth above your body.
up
against
yum
tables
god
um
okay
no idea
tired
tie dye
clothes
cleaners
asian
sleep
weezer
music
katie
wiz khalifa
facebook
mac miller
frick park market
crayola
crayons
delicious
katy perry
me!
connor rosenstein
sam wagner
kiss
matt richardson
sweet
love
care
life
status
xo
party
smiley face
dot dot curve
Her body pressed against mine, and I knew at once that everything would be all right.
But it wasn’t all right — that was the thing. The fires raged around us and it wasn’t even close to within our grasp to stop it. Everyone was fighting their own war, and that’s just how it was.
But we had each other, and wasn’t that enough?
It’s a good place to start, at least.
Every no and again I just feel like I have to do thing, like the weight of the world is pressing down on me because I have to do these things. I wish I didn’t, I wish I could just let go but all of these things are hanging over my head and I feel like Giles Corey with his “more weight” as he’s forced to die, pressed to death under the heavy stones.
I was pressed for time. I couldn’t think, so I cheated. Rather than come up with a new spell per the rules of the contest, I grabbed one out of the oldest, most obscure tomes in my possession.
Pressed… On what?
Why have i been pressed. Why cant it stop. It’s alive. PRessed. PRess the pressure on the press button. I dont know anymore. It’s over
I am so pressed for time. Everyone is pressing in on me. I am stressed. Everyone is pressing me for information. No one understands. Being pressed is worse than being depressed. People won’t stop pressing me.
I feel pressed to get things done and do my job. I feel pressed to succeed and spend time with my family. I feel pressed to help my mother when she feels down. I feel pressed to help the world and worry if I am ever good enough….
a key on a piano. a letter on a keyboard. so many outcomes possible. beautiful music and beautiful words. one after the other, over and over again. coming together in harmony.
Even though my suit is finely pressed, I find myself more finely pressed for time because I just missed the last train that would get me to work on time. Now I am DE-presssed.
The newly pressed shirt made him feel like a new man. It is amazing how a simple piece of clothing can do that. He began to forget those old and painful memories and walked into the interview with new hope in his life. He knew this was the beginning of a new chapter
It has been ages. My mother reminds me I should iron my trousers. The day before the wedding, I had to remind myself to do that particular job. How many times had I heard my Mother say. Here’s you’re trousers, I pressed them.
When she pressed the button everything changed. No longer was she pressing an elevator key but the key to a new dimension. A world she had yet to imagine…
Pressed
Pressed flowers
Pressed suites
Hot off the press
Pressed Flowers:
I remember pressing some in an encyclopedia. I’d hoped to put them in a frame between two panes of glass and give them as a gift. Never happened.
Pressed Suits:
Did you know Dry Cleaners can just press stuff for you if you ask? Without cleaning? I don’t usually need this service since most anything I have that’s “Dry Clean Only” doesn’t survive past its first laundry load.
Hot off the Press:
My friend had a miniature printing press when we were little. I remember typesetting all the letters in backwards and then cranking out ONE WHOLE SHEET of paper!!!! – Over and over again.
I also had a school trip to the New York Times when I was younger. I’m pretty sure I still have the… I don’t know what they’re called…. the fused row of letters and numbers that were used to print that day’s date. We were each given one to take home.
Pressed for Time:
Time’s up! :)
So pressed for time I no longer know who or what I am, time to press pause methinks.
I feel pressed on the situation of homelessness, being alone, and not being able to truly benefit the world before I’m done. Being pressed against a body. That’s where I want to be. With you. Home. Where I should be.
Why am I always pressed for time these days, she though as she watched her daughter playing in the backyard. Rushing off for surgery, she regretted her choice of occupations…
fouège desfap
hase les d;eite
la uan jiuko…
Pressed for time- wasted immensely with static and fuzz from daily life. Can’t we lift it off our shoulders and just live free from concern?
his whole weight pressed me to the ground. I couldn’t move if I tried. the sound of gunshots resonated around the alley reaching our ears from our stance behind the dumpster.
he pressed the grapes underneath his foot as a warning, “this will be your head next time!” he said, his voice low and sinister. He was possibly the worlds worst playground bully…
there is simply too little space in my brain right now. i cannot tell which way is right or left, up or down.
so where does this leave you and me?
i pressed my hand to my lips, I could not believe what I was hearing. The pressure of my hand to my lips was increasing as tears began to fill my eyes. This could not be happening, this was never supposed to happen