He thought that she would relate the two events. He also thought her lipstick was orange. The lipstick was salmon, and the correlation between his mother and her brother didn’t interest her.
It’s relatable… I guess. No not really, I mean a stalker and a FaceBook page that isn’t yours. Well, the stalker is, almost. It’s almost unreal that it’s happening, but no pinch will wake me up.
It took her a long time to get to a point where she could relate to the other animals in the woods. To be honest her father hadn’t been very encouraging.
“They’re just different from us, too many legs or not enough! What would you even have to say to them?”
Jerry changed that.
Sometimes I feel that others try to relate to me too strongly. It doesn’t take long for them to spill their secrets, give us the comparisons, I don’t enjoy that though. I sometimes long for silence. For time. For the chance to be creative. I’m sure you can relate.
Michelle
relations of past come back to coat future with anomalies. relations of words to one another intertwine to form poetry. “picture” books with mental pictures. everything in this universe relates to one another. we’re one.
The way we touch each other with our minds and empathy and soundless, weightless fingers of human feeling. I relate to you, you out there with the fingers numb from typing and the eyes hollowed and gaunt in the sheaths of your eyelids blackened from lack of sleep.
With your eyes i can relate. I find some pain, some love and fate.
leonardo
I don’t know who I am related to because my grandma was adopted. I wonder who I am related to sometimes because I could already know them. I wish i knew!!
this is the closest thing to rejection i have ever faced
i am shocked and sad
it’s weird
for me to feel this way
for such an apathetic individual
it really doesn’t matter
i only went out with him once
but he was different
but it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter
can anyone relate?
He didn’t understand. Couldn’t she relate? Couldn’t she even try to bridge the widening gap between them? Just a few words, a few simple syllables was all it could possibly take.
She wasn’t willing to cross that threshold? To offer him one small lifeline to cling to until they could find land?
His eyes were cold when they met hers. “Fine,” he said, “I’ll take my leave. You can keep our things.”
Sometimes I simply cannot relate to other people’s feelings. I think of myself as a compassionate person, I believe I am quite empathic, but it turns out that I am unable to understand what a person can be going through in consequence to my actions.
i can relate to people who have a drinking problem because I am an alcoholic. I can relate to people with PTSD because I have it as well. I can relate to people with anxiety because it plagues me too.
CeCe
Relationships. A word that seems to draw on the minds of the many, while keeping other at bay. I simply ask: why? Why must we be both afraid and simplified by this simple word? In true essence, we should not be.
relate – relationship – it’s a world full of people, full of relationships. Or we’re all related as in a family relationship – that can be warm, and give us a sense of identity, if we can trace it back to the beginning.
I remember them telling me ‘to relate’. I remember wanting to learn just what it meant, in that this vicarious notion seemed to keep others going, seemed to fuel them into suspicious energies that were far unknown to me in my sociopathic times.
Gary
I don;t relate to you. I don’t understand you and I wonder why you want to be around me. We’re so different in so many ways.
megan
I can relate to things that have happened to me. Something that is upsetting to me can relate to events that have always hurt me, haunted me, made me want to cry. The word relationship comes from the word “realte”
Edge Zole
I can relate. Well, sometimes. I relate best to those I’m not related to. What’s up with that?
lily
Relate. As in understand, sympathize, don’t judge, accept me. As I am. Who I am.
I relate and I wait
Wait for the date
The one He has for me
Joyfully I relate
To the wait
The wait and not the hate
Of not taking the bait
So I just wait
For that perfect date
Get it?
Me, It's Me!! Tehehe
we all should be able to relate to one another. We need to stop comparing because that is counter productive. Life isn’t a competition. We all face the same end.
annie
We can all relate to relations. People relate to relations all the time. Family relations, sexual relations (whether you had them or not), un-relations. It’s a slippery slope and that’s for sure, folks. But, keep your chins up, keep your head above the chunky charlie and remember: everything is relative
James Williamson
i can relate to this word, everyone can they jusrt don’t know it. most folks consider themselves islends- deep in their hearts but the fact remains that we are all related to Eve
nancy
Relate. As in understand, sympathize, don’t judge, accept me. As I am. Who I am.
Moiyahatake
No one connects anymore. We look out at the world from behind glass, laminated anti-glare plastic, and think we’re relating to other human beings, but we’re really just desperate. For interaction. For face-to-face contact. We want to relate to others. In the end, we only end up distancing ourselves from those for whom we reach…
Kaylene Cole-Daughdrill
How do we relate to each other? It is funny that while some say that we are only six degrees appart from each other, sometimes it seems like we all grew up in different planets and just landed here by accident, doomed to live next to each other.
relative, ideas, people, information and so forth. if we relate more we may experience less feelings of disconnection to those around us. try it!
Hayley
do you relate with the world around you? i wish i did. but sometimes i can’t.
in those moments, the world just comes to me and decides to be nice. people smile and cry in front of me.
maybe i just don’t relate with myself.
she was angry because everyone likes him, and she demands to know why. what is it about him that makes him so wonderful? why do the little girls fawn over him, and the older girls alike? this question is something i can relate to. ive had my fair share of wondering what draws me to somebody, even someone with practically no redeeming qualities on the surface. but this one, i have solved. because when he makes his music; when the guitar chords strum out from his fingers, and feeling pours from his lips, even i am drawn in, quickly and without doubt; and when the music stops i find it hard to get it out of my head.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t really relate,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
Faeiri
I could relate in more ways than one. Like he always chewed gum with his mouth closed. And he kept his hair up in one or two tufts, never more. He liked to ride his bicycle at night without a light. He wore one contact lens. He preferred cats over dogs. He died each night in bed and had to be revived by the gift of electricity. I could definitely relate.
It’s just, I recently got out a bad relationship too. I can relate.
– She’s the Man <3
He thought that she would relate the two events. He also thought her lipstick was orange. The lipstick was salmon, and the correlation between his mother and her brother didn’t interest her.
It’s relatable… I guess. No not really, I mean a stalker and a FaceBook page that isn’t yours. Well, the stalker is, almost. It’s almost unreal that it’s happening, but no pinch will wake me up.
It took her a long time to get to a point where she could relate to the other animals in the woods. To be honest her father hadn’t been very encouraging.
“They’re just different from us, too many legs or not enough! What would you even have to say to them?”
Jerry changed that.
Sometimes I feel that others try to relate to me too strongly. It doesn’t take long for them to spill their secrets, give us the comparisons, I don’t enjoy that though. I sometimes long for silence. For time. For the chance to be creative. I’m sure you can relate.
relations of past come back to coat future with anomalies. relations of words to one another intertwine to form poetry. “picture” books with mental pictures. everything in this universe relates to one another. we’re one.
The way we touch each other with our minds and empathy and soundless, weightless fingers of human feeling. I relate to you, you out there with the fingers numb from typing and the eyes hollowed and gaunt in the sheaths of your eyelids blackened from lack of sleep.
With your eyes i can relate. I find some pain, some love and fate.
I don’t know who I am related to because my grandma was adopted. I wonder who I am related to sometimes because I could already know them. I wish i knew!!
this is the closest thing to rejection i have ever faced
i am shocked and sad
it’s weird
for me to feel this way
for such an apathetic individual
it really doesn’t matter
i only went out with him once
but he was different
but it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter
can anyone relate?
He didn’t understand. Couldn’t she relate? Couldn’t she even try to bridge the widening gap between them? Just a few words, a few simple syllables was all it could possibly take.
She wasn’t willing to cross that threshold? To offer him one small lifeline to cling to until they could find land?
His eyes were cold when they met hers. “Fine,” he said, “I’ll take my leave. You can keep our things.”
Relate means you have bro or sister aunt uncle any thing like that.
I can relate to people who miss others very much. I don’t know the exact meaning of relate but i think it means to understand .
Relate mean that you can relate as in if you are related to someone…. You relate to someone.
Sometimes I simply cannot relate to other people’s feelings. I think of myself as a compassionate person, I believe I am quite empathic, but it turns out that I am unable to understand what a person can be going through in consequence to my actions.
Relate means like if your related to someone.
We Relate to each other from how close we are.
i can relate to people who have a drinking problem because I am an alcoholic. I can relate to people with PTSD because I have it as well. I can relate to people with anxiety because it plagues me too.
Relationships. A word that seems to draw on the minds of the many, while keeping other at bay. I simply ask: why? Why must we be both afraid and simplified by this simple word? In true essence, we should not be.
relate – relationship – it’s a world full of people, full of relationships. Or we’re all related as in a family relationship – that can be warm, and give us a sense of identity, if we can trace it back to the beginning.
Please don’t shake my hand that hard. Relate?
I remember them telling me ‘to relate’. I remember wanting to learn just what it meant, in that this vicarious notion seemed to keep others going, seemed to fuel them into suspicious energies that were far unknown to me in my sociopathic times.
I don;t relate to you. I don’t understand you and I wonder why you want to be around me. We’re so different in so many ways.
I can relate to things that have happened to me. Something that is upsetting to me can relate to events that have always hurt me, haunted me, made me want to cry. The word relationship comes from the word “realte”
I can relate. Well, sometimes. I relate best to those I’m not related to. What’s up with that?
Relate. As in understand, sympathize, don’t judge, accept me. As I am. Who I am.
I relate and I wait
Wait for the date
The one He has for me
Joyfully I relate
To the wait
The wait and not the hate
Of not taking the bait
So I just wait
For that perfect date
Get it?
we all should be able to relate to one another. We need to stop comparing because that is counter productive. Life isn’t a competition. We all face the same end.
We can all relate to relations. People relate to relations all the time. Family relations, sexual relations (whether you had them or not), un-relations. It’s a slippery slope and that’s for sure, folks. But, keep your chins up, keep your head above the chunky charlie and remember: everything is relative
i can relate to this word, everyone can they jusrt don’t know it. most folks consider themselves islends- deep in their hearts but the fact remains that we are all related to Eve
Relate. As in understand, sympathize, don’t judge, accept me. As I am. Who I am.
No one connects anymore. We look out at the world from behind glass, laminated anti-glare plastic, and think we’re relating to other human beings, but we’re really just desperate. For interaction. For face-to-face contact. We want to relate to others. In the end, we only end up distancing ourselves from those for whom we reach…
How do we relate to each other? It is funny that while some say that we are only six degrees appart from each other, sometimes it seems like we all grew up in different planets and just landed here by accident, doomed to live next to each other.
relative, ideas, people, information and so forth. if we relate more we may experience less feelings of disconnection to those around us. try it!
do you relate with the world around you? i wish i did. but sometimes i can’t.
in those moments, the world just comes to me and decides to be nice. people smile and cry in front of me.
maybe i just don’t relate with myself.
One prose m
dmill id f
I dropped ten bucks in a parking lot. And I thought, well, whomever the wind takes you to, they will have a good moment, regardless of a bad day.
she was angry because everyone likes him, and she demands to know why. what is it about him that makes him so wonderful? why do the little girls fawn over him, and the older girls alike? this question is something i can relate to. ive had my fair share of wondering what draws me to somebody, even someone with practically no redeeming qualities on the surface. but this one, i have solved. because when he makes his music; when the guitar chords strum out from his fingers, and feeling pours from his lips, even i am drawn in, quickly and without doubt; and when the music stops i find it hard to get it out of my head.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t really relate,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
I could relate in more ways than one. Like he always chewed gum with his mouth closed. And he kept his hair up in one or two tufts, never more. He liked to ride his bicycle at night without a light. He wore one contact lens. He preferred cats over dogs. He died each night in bed and had to be revived by the gift of electricity. I could definitely relate.