I was pressed for time as I was pressed against the wall. Conflicts pressed and weighed in my mind. And for the first time, I felt the humanity squeezed out of me in my boyfriend’s hug.
He was pressed against his high school crush as they waited for the birthday girl to arrive.
“Sorry, it’s so crammed in here,” he whispered.
“I don’t mind,” she replied as she pressed herself closer to them.
A light flashed on outside the door and the other party guests were yelling “Surprise!”
“Maybe we should go out there,” he remarked.
“Maybe we should stay,” she replied.
Leticia
I pressed his suit. It was the last time. I couldn’t see the lines, the stains, the wrinkles I added like the ones I removed. Who cared? Who would care at all except me? Not him. Not him even when he still lived. I pressed the fabric to my face, breathed, yearned and longed for one last bit of breath but there was nothing there.
Laura
I was pressed for time yet again. Procrastination was originally a problem, now it seemed to be a hobby, one which i almost enjoyed.
I literally had nothing else to do. I had all the time in the world, or at least, in the night, to finish the assignment. But no, youtube videos and facebook would again get the best of me.
alec
I already wrote about this three times. . . . sheesh
catejarrett
i feel pressed for time, i feel pressed to succeed, i feel pressed to be happy
She pressed against him to feel his warmth, his touch. He pressed his lips against hers and then kissed her forehead. They were pressed for time, he was leaving the next morning and wouldn’t be back for a while. This was their last goodbye. They pressed together so it seemed their two bodies made one.
Cate Jarrett
He was hard-pressed to think of any reasons he *shouldn’t* pull the trigger. Thoughts of his life, his disappointments and failures whirled through his head.
So he pulled it.
In an instant, Bambi’s mom was dead, the bullet passing cleanly through her head.
presed for time, pressed fr lcothes. life is one big blur. going from place to place. dashing and running, never having time to breathe. thoughts are a ll a lbur. things get done but there are so many other things to get done. nothing gets done. feel alove but also feel like a zombie. like youa re going through life but not really living it.
Elizabeth
I am myself. In ways I don’t know it yet, I am being the care-free child I want to be. Except, I only show myself here. On the internet. Because I am always worrying. Worrying to be perfect. To be better. I want to re-model myself. To be a better person. To be a perfect person. I will press myself into perfection, even if I do not like the pressing. I will force myself to be perfect. Or at least show that I am. That way, no one will see. See the truth in me. See the cracks in my flaws. Show the person I am. The care-free person I cry out to be. I will become me. I just have not started yet.
he pressed his torso against my back, and wrapped his arms around me. it seems we have to sleep this close, he said. there’s really not much room. i giggled nervously. well there’s always the couch, i suggested. in your dreams, you’re way too warm to let go, he responded. this whole night has been so pressing.
I was pressed on bed sheets
And thats all there was
The only feeling going from the tip of my tongue to my lips down my throat to my spine.Is pressed.
Pressing
No love
or kindness
no sugar rush high , light headed feeling, why are his lips burning into me
I wanted it to hurt more.
Wanted it to feel like sitting in a hot car pressed on leather seats
So he stopped pressing and he left.
He said summer would be better.
“I don’t have time”
Who has time?
Time isn’t like change in your pocket.
You make it
He couldn’t press time anymore
With 60 seconds, she was terribly pressed for time — what could she possibly have to say in this limited window? But when God closes a window, he opens a door, or something like that.
Pressed for time and money Wally decides to rob a drive thru so he could eat lunch as he goes
Bart
I hate being pressed. Pressed against my will of being a child. At heart, I am a child. But I will never be more. Being pressed means you will never be free. Being free means to live my life. I am never living my life. I am always controlled by a soul, of a human being. I feel like I will never feel what it means to be happy. A truly happy person. I will never be happy. Unless, I find the true meaning of happiness. Then will I be satisfied.
Your mouth against mine.
Your tongue against my lips.
The way I wanted your body to be with mine.
Tighter, harder, closer, like we weren’t two people apart anymore–like we were one, and like we were inseperable.
Like we were two parts of one whole.
Something fantastic. Something impossible.
Harder, though, when the air is in the way.
Harder, with clothing there.
Harder, with closed lips, closed minds.
I will be pressed. I have no choice. I want to enjoy what I have. But that’s never the case. That’s never the case with you. You hide your true feelings. I want to see what you feel. Because, even if you tell me you care I feel like nothing’s there. Isolated, like my soul.
It was a terrible decision to even go here. Pressed against the bar, it smells like desperation. I can’t even drink. Where are my friends? Probably dancing with guys twice their age. Suffocating totally against this piece of ceramic that is slightly damp and sticky.
Katie
When I was younger, I pressed the keys on the typewriter. Now, I press the keys of a keyboard. It’s amazing how technology has advanced, but something inside of me yearns for the old typewriter.
Taylor
Pressed.
I was pressed for time, pressed for money, pressed for action and planning and plotting
and I didn’t have enough TIME
but that didn’t matter
I was pressed with my back against a wall
and so were they
and pretty soon
one of us would push away and win
and I would make sure it was me.
Tash
I am pressed down and I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe and do you know? Everything on my chest is something I can’t control and that something is life and life is the heaviest thing/creature/beautiful thing I know and it just won’t get off.
Perhaps it is a good thing so I won’t float away. Pebbles on the corners of a blanket to keep it from blowing out to sea.
i pressed againts her breasts. they were warm and soft, i couldnt help to think that they were perfectly made for me. she is mine i thought all mine. as i pressed my lips to her throat my fangs emerged and she whimpered at the feel of the razor sharp tip grazing her skin lightly.
brittany beard
I walked across the long stretch of stage, a wide smile on my face. I never thought this moment would come. I was so nervous that I wasn’t sure if me legs were actually moving or not. I guess they were because the speak was coming closer. I looked into the audience and saw Ollie pressed with the stress.
Sarah
When walls come up and push inwards without actually moving from their roots. Parents. Upbringing. walls of both noun and verb. Force. Constricted and yet still able to breathe though you really wish you couldn’t. At first you pound and pound and pound willing those walls to just push away to bend over backwards and leave you be but they are walls, unable to hear those desperate cries of no sound. Pushing doesn’t work and neither does screaming. All you can do is sit in the middle of the room and wait for time to push the walls back and give you room to be yourself instead of what the walls have let you be.
Carmen
when i’m stressed, i feel this weight being pressed down on my chest and i feel like i can’t breath. the entire world is pressing down on me and someone who hates me a lot is screaming ‘more weight. more weight’. i don’t have the strength to push it away or even plead for it to end. i just take the weight with silent tears.
I can’t breathe. I’m pressed up against two guys. The dance in insane. I don’t know what to think. Keep on partying, or just stop and rest. My legs are killing me. But I keep on. Best night ever. And worst night ever. But i learned one thing. No regrets.
Taylor
Press. Press. Click. Click. Casual office sounds, why am I choosing now to use the computer? Lol, follow me on Tumblr.
Jennifer
mousebutton impressed pusched
yana
pressed. like pressed against a wall? or like pressed for time. I thought it said pursed. like pursed lips. when you”re not happy. when I’m pressed for time i purse my lips.
pressed, pressed flowers, freedom of press.
Catherine
I was pressed for time. Two minutes to be out the door. Crap. Bus. Left. Shoe. Why are ou hiding? Why cant you be on left foot?
Taylor
Pressed is the feeling of doubt when the world crashes down on you. The following of a single line to it’s end. The last bit of pressure released to push everything into place.
Tyler
i pressed my hands into the snow, not thinking about the chills before me. i wanted to win, beat my cousin, and keep my hands there longer
Taylor
for time. orange juice. i’m thinking, is that cheating? i don’t think it’s helping that much. juice is pressed. i’m pressed against a wall by my lovely boyfriend.
grace
There was no space between us. Oliver was pressed up against me and the closet door had shut behind him.
His chest smushed my face. God, why is it so hot in here anyway? Oh yeah, I’m sick. I’ve got a fever, he’s probably going to get a fever, I’m bundled up in all these clothes, and my house is like, ninety degrees or higher right now. Am I sweating? Yes. I am. Sweet. I love perspiration.
Not.
to do so many different things, pressed to get married, find a good job, go to college, make money. all sorts of things. you never really get to hink about much, your just pressed into it…. Why, why do we let people press us into a wall that we dont want to be against.
Katherine
Pressed for time, I did not stop to check the gauge on my way to the pick up. I never run out, so I was not worried. Rounding the last corner, the engine suddenly shut off. I panicked. What am I gonna do now? There is no way to explain the cargo in this vehicle. no way…
for time. losing control. fresh juice. summer time. not too much to do but relax and destress. but isn’t it stress? laundry, dry cleaning. time passes. lots of wonderful little butterflies. in the garden. in a box. flowers in a book.
kelsey
She pressed her cheek against the pane. It was cool and damp and reminded her of happier times. It brought back the memory of her father, coming home from a hard day’s work. The cool jacket, damp from rain, crinkling against her younger face.
Raymond Masters
She pressed up against the wall. Her breathing got heavy. She turned to her left, her hair sticking to her forehead. He was there. “It’s over,” he said. He walked away. She fell against the wall, and pressed her body to the floor. It really was over.
Jennifer
pants, pants are pressed. Time. time is pressed. people are pressed. grapes are pressed. Pressed for ideas to write about pressed. If I am not impressed, am I pressed? I’m all out.
I was pressed for time as I was pressed against the wall. Conflicts pressed and weighed in my mind. And for the first time, I felt the humanity squeezed out of me in my boyfriend’s hug.
He was pressed against his high school crush as they waited for the birthday girl to arrive.
“Sorry, it’s so crammed in here,” he whispered.
“I don’t mind,” she replied as she pressed herself closer to them.
A light flashed on outside the door and the other party guests were yelling “Surprise!”
“Maybe we should go out there,” he remarked.
“Maybe we should stay,” she replied.
I pressed his suit. It was the last time. I couldn’t see the lines, the stains, the wrinkles I added like the ones I removed. Who cared? Who would care at all except me? Not him. Not him even when he still lived. I pressed the fabric to my face, breathed, yearned and longed for one last bit of breath but there was nothing there.
I was pressed for time yet again. Procrastination was originally a problem, now it seemed to be a hobby, one which i almost enjoyed.
I literally had nothing else to do. I had all the time in the world, or at least, in the night, to finish the assignment. But no, youtube videos and facebook would again get the best of me.
I already wrote about this three times. . . . sheesh
i feel pressed for time, i feel pressed to succeed, i feel pressed to be happy
She pressed against him to feel his warmth, his touch. He pressed his lips against hers and then kissed her forehead. They were pressed for time, he was leaving the next morning and wouldn’t be back for a while. This was their last goodbye. They pressed together so it seemed their two bodies made one.
He was hard-pressed to think of any reasons he *shouldn’t* pull the trigger. Thoughts of his life, his disappointments and failures whirled through his head.
So he pulled it.
In an instant, Bambi’s mom was dead, the bullet passing cleanly through her head.
presed for time, pressed fr lcothes. life is one big blur. going from place to place. dashing and running, never having time to breathe. thoughts are a ll a lbur. things get done but there are so many other things to get done. nothing gets done. feel alove but also feel like a zombie. like youa re going through life but not really living it.
I am myself. In ways I don’t know it yet, I am being the care-free child I want to be. Except, I only show myself here. On the internet. Because I am always worrying. Worrying to be perfect. To be better. I want to re-model myself. To be a better person. To be a perfect person. I will press myself into perfection, even if I do not like the pressing. I will force myself to be perfect. Or at least show that I am. That way, no one will see. See the truth in me. See the cracks in my flaws. Show the person I am. The care-free person I cry out to be. I will become me. I just have not started yet.
he pressed his torso against my back, and wrapped his arms around me. it seems we have to sleep this close, he said. there’s really not much room. i giggled nervously. well there’s always the couch, i suggested. in your dreams, you’re way too warm to let go, he responded. this whole night has been so pressing.
Pressed
I was pressed on bed sheets
And thats all there was
The only feeling going from the tip of my tongue to my lips down my throat to my spine.Is pressed.
Pressing
No love
or kindness
no sugar rush high , light headed feeling, why are his lips burning into me
I wanted it to hurt more.
Wanted it to feel like sitting in a hot car pressed on leather seats
So he stopped pressing and he left.
He said summer would be better.
“I don’t have time”
Who has time?
Time isn’t like change in your pocket.
You make it
He couldn’t press time anymore
With 60 seconds, she was terribly pressed for time — what could she possibly have to say in this limited window? But when God closes a window, he opens a door, or something like that.
Pressed for time and money Wally decides to rob a drive thru so he could eat lunch as he goes
I hate being pressed. Pressed against my will of being a child. At heart, I am a child. But I will never be more. Being pressed means you will never be free. Being free means to live my life. I am never living my life. I am always controlled by a soul, of a human being. I feel like I will never feel what it means to be happy. A truly happy person. I will never be happy. Unless, I find the true meaning of happiness. Then will I be satisfied.
Your mouth against mine.
Your tongue against my lips.
The way I wanted your body to be with mine.
Tighter, harder, closer, like we weren’t two people apart anymore–like we were one, and like we were inseperable.
Like we were two parts of one whole.
Something fantastic. Something impossible.
Harder, though, when the air is in the way.
Harder, with clothing there.
Harder, with closed lips, closed minds.
I will be pressed. I have no choice. I want to enjoy what I have. But that’s never the case. That’s never the case with you. You hide your true feelings. I want to see what you feel. Because, even if you tell me you care I feel like nothing’s there. Isolated, like my soul.
It was a terrible decision to even go here. Pressed against the bar, it smells like desperation. I can’t even drink. Where are my friends? Probably dancing with guys twice their age. Suffocating totally against this piece of ceramic that is slightly damp and sticky.
When I was younger, I pressed the keys on the typewriter. Now, I press the keys of a keyboard. It’s amazing how technology has advanced, but something inside of me yearns for the old typewriter.
Pressed.
I was pressed for time, pressed for money, pressed for action and planning and plotting
and I didn’t have enough TIME
but that didn’t matter
I was pressed with my back against a wall
and so were they
and pretty soon
one of us would push away and win
and I would make sure it was me.
I am pressed down and I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe and do you know? Everything on my chest is something I can’t control and that something is life and life is the heaviest thing/creature/beautiful thing I know and it just won’t get off.
Perhaps it is a good thing so I won’t float away. Pebbles on the corners of a blanket to keep it from blowing out to sea.
i pressed againts her breasts. they were warm and soft, i couldnt help to think that they were perfectly made for me. she is mine i thought all mine. as i pressed my lips to her throat my fangs emerged and she whimpered at the feel of the razor sharp tip grazing her skin lightly.
I walked across the long stretch of stage, a wide smile on my face. I never thought this moment would come. I was so nervous that I wasn’t sure if me legs were actually moving or not. I guess they were because the speak was coming closer. I looked into the audience and saw Ollie pressed with the stress.
When walls come up and push inwards without actually moving from their roots. Parents. Upbringing. walls of both noun and verb. Force. Constricted and yet still able to breathe though you really wish you couldn’t. At first you pound and pound and pound willing those walls to just push away to bend over backwards and leave you be but they are walls, unable to hear those desperate cries of no sound. Pushing doesn’t work and neither does screaming. All you can do is sit in the middle of the room and wait for time to push the walls back and give you room to be yourself instead of what the walls have let you be.
when i’m stressed, i feel this weight being pressed down on my chest and i feel like i can’t breath. the entire world is pressing down on me and someone who hates me a lot is screaming ‘more weight. more weight’. i don’t have the strength to push it away or even plead for it to end. i just take the weight with silent tears.
I can’t breathe. I’m pressed up against two guys. The dance in insane. I don’t know what to think. Keep on partying, or just stop and rest. My legs are killing me. But I keep on. Best night ever. And worst night ever. But i learned one thing. No regrets.
Press. Press. Click. Click. Casual office sounds, why am I choosing now to use the computer? Lol, follow me on Tumblr.
mousebutton impressed pusched
pressed. like pressed against a wall? or like pressed for time. I thought it said pursed. like pursed lips. when you”re not happy. when I’m pressed for time i purse my lips.
pressed, pressed flowers, freedom of press.
I was pressed for time. Two minutes to be out the door. Crap. Bus. Left. Shoe. Why are ou hiding? Why cant you be on left foot?
Pressed is the feeling of doubt when the world crashes down on you. The following of a single line to it’s end. The last bit of pressure released to push everything into place.
i pressed my hands into the snow, not thinking about the chills before me. i wanted to win, beat my cousin, and keep my hands there longer
for time. orange juice. i’m thinking, is that cheating? i don’t think it’s helping that much. juice is pressed. i’m pressed against a wall by my lovely boyfriend.
There was no space between us. Oliver was pressed up against me and the closet door had shut behind him.
His chest smushed my face. God, why is it so hot in here anyway? Oh yeah, I’m sick. I’ve got a fever, he’s probably going to get a fever, I’m bundled up in all these clothes, and my house is like, ninety degrees or higher right now. Am I sweating? Yes. I am. Sweet. I love perspiration.
Not.
to do so many different things, pressed to get married, find a good job, go to college, make money. all sorts of things. you never really get to hink about much, your just pressed into it…. Why, why do we let people press us into a wall that we dont want to be against.
Pressed for time, I did not stop to check the gauge on my way to the pick up. I never run out, so I was not worried. Rounding the last corner, the engine suddenly shut off. I panicked. What am I gonna do now? There is no way to explain the cargo in this vehicle. no way…
for time. losing control. fresh juice. summer time. not too much to do but relax and destress. but isn’t it stress? laundry, dry cleaning. time passes. lots of wonderful little butterflies. in the garden. in a box. flowers in a book.
She pressed her cheek against the pane. It was cool and damp and reminded her of happier times. It brought back the memory of her father, coming home from a hard day’s work. The cool jacket, damp from rain, crinkling against her younger face.
She pressed up against the wall. Her breathing got heavy. She turned to her left, her hair sticking to her forehead. He was there. “It’s over,” he said. He walked away. She fell against the wall, and pressed her body to the floor. It really was over.
pants, pants are pressed. Time. time is pressed. people are pressed. grapes are pressed. Pressed for ideas to write about pressed. If I am not impressed, am I pressed? I’m all out.