Cold reaching into your winter boot, bones buzzing and toe-tips prickly.
lala
He knows that he’s being a little bit too sensitive, that thinking of Peg Hunnicutt whilst kissing her husband probably isn’t the best way to go. It isn’t recommended that he think of her anytime, just because’s he’s borrowing her husband for the duration of a long and messy war- it isn’t the ideal courtship, is it, Beej?
Ally
She was sensitive, he could tell. Sensitive emotionally, sensitive physically. The back of his mind – traitorous thing – wondered how long it would take to break her through torture. Solitude wouldn’t have worked, obviously.
Shadow
His bones were not sensitive enough to feel the fire start in the cave. The brush and bramble began to catch fire. Luckily his eye sockets were very sensitive to light. The Skeleton King popped up from his temporary bed drew his cutlass.
I’m not sensitive! Just because someone called me a jerk and I burst into tears in the office doesn’t make me sensitive! And throwing that chair through the glass door to the boss’ office was completely in keeping with the situation. I mean, she does it all the time. It’s basically office policy by now.
Annie
The sensitive skin on the back of her neck was warmed by a hot breath that made her shiver.
She brushed her fingers against her lips, still tingling. Woah. She blinked hard and brought herself back into focus. There wasn’t time to revel or navel gaze. There wasn’t time. Period. She walked down the stairs and back into the main hall, smiling as if nothing had happened.
Touchy, touchy, touchy. I don’t care to be around people who are sensitive, because they get offended from everything you say.
Kathy Luana Bailey
My thoughts when I saw her led me to believe I would be with her forever. I never even got to be with her for a day. In fact, every attempt I made to get closer to her only drew her further away. I lost her.
R.A. Basinait
everyone is sensitive. to some degree you will be because it’s natural. how can you not be sensitive? i think people that simply don’t care about anything-good or bad-are the few that aren’t.
rf
inside and away, up in the clouds, it feels everything twice over, three times, contained for him. the external so numb, sucked of its sensitivity. then the perception falters, and the ratio sustains and the outside bleeds some sensitive notion back into touch, and free space opens up in the mind, room where emotion occupied and denied access; confusion remaining, still.
smurfstoestar
“Why are you so sensitive?” people usually ask me.
I all honesty, I do not know.
Maybe the question is not why I am so sensitive,
but instead, my question to them is, “Why are you so insensitive?”
Sensitive chin, when I shave it scratches, when I do not , my beard is scruffy. I like to do nothing except of course worry, but that is being over sensitive.
Robert Kohlhammer
You’re so….
Don’t be…
Glad I have…
(you don’t, unsaid)
Please don’t touch me there, sir. I’m very sensitive to physical contact. I feel every goosebump erupt from my skin like new volcanoes from a dry, epidermal ocean. I smell all the oils and grease on your body, and when you put your lips close to mine, the breath that emerges from between your teeth is like the gust of wind from a noxious storm, and I have to shield my face.
Belinda Roddie
me. overly sensitive is my flaw. I take everything too seriously, he says. I wish I didn’t feel as much as I do.
Sara
I was always so afraid of saying the wrong thing. He was sensitive and I was blunt. Two opposites always clashing but always loving.
Sapphire Huie
As sensitive as it was the sun was determined to become spikey. It shot down on the people of the city spiking the streets with heat that wouldn’t leave. Before long, after a coule of days the whole city was a porcupine or an echidna and in search of ants it lifted itself from the ground and walked east away from the longer rays of the afternoon sun .
some might say that i am overly sensitive. i dont think so though. i just feel more than others and take in things more than others. my past has shaped me into this person i am now. sensitivity is not a bad thing as society makes it out to be. it is good. it is good to feel. it is good to be sensitive. without feeling we are nothing. without emotions we are meaningless.
tori
She couldn’t believe that she was crying. Again. Why did she have to take everything so personally? She curled her nails into the palms of her hands, willing the tears to not fall. Not in front of him. Never again. He didn’t deserve it.
Kate
“Sensitive. Maybe that’s all I’m being” say’s every goodwife ever. I’m unfortunately too cynical for that shit.
Cold reaching into your winter boot, bones buzzing and toe-tips prickly.
He knows that he’s being a little bit too sensitive, that thinking of Peg Hunnicutt whilst kissing her husband probably isn’t the best way to go. It isn’t recommended that he think of her anytime, just because’s he’s borrowing her husband for the duration of a long and messy war- it isn’t the ideal courtship, is it, Beej?
She was sensitive, he could tell. Sensitive emotionally, sensitive physically. The back of his mind – traitorous thing – wondered how long it would take to break her through torture. Solitude wouldn’t have worked, obviously.
His bones were not sensitive enough to feel the fire start in the cave. The brush and bramble began to catch fire. Luckily his eye sockets were very sensitive to light. The Skeleton King popped up from his temporary bed drew his cutlass.
I’m not sensitive! Just because someone called me a jerk and I burst into tears in the office doesn’t make me sensitive! And throwing that chair through the glass door to the boss’ office was completely in keeping with the situation. I mean, she does it all the time. It’s basically office policy by now.
The sensitive skin on the back of her neck was warmed by a hot breath that made her shiver.
She brushed her fingers against her lips, still tingling. Woah. She blinked hard and brought herself back into focus. There wasn’t time to revel or navel gaze. There wasn’t time. Period. She walked down the stairs and back into the main hall, smiling as if nothing had happened.
sensitive, sensitivity, sense,
to be aware of someone’s impressions/feelings
Touchy, touchy, touchy. I don’t care to be around people who are sensitive, because they get offended from everything you say.
My thoughts when I saw her led me to believe I would be with her forever. I never even got to be with her for a day. In fact, every attempt I made to get closer to her only drew her further away. I lost her.
everyone is sensitive. to some degree you will be because it’s natural. how can you not be sensitive? i think people that simply don’t care about anything-good or bad-are the few that aren’t.
inside and away, up in the clouds, it feels everything twice over, three times, contained for him. the external so numb, sucked of its sensitivity. then the perception falters, and the ratio sustains and the outside bleeds some sensitive notion back into touch, and free space opens up in the mind, room where emotion occupied and denied access; confusion remaining, still.
“Why are you so sensitive?” people usually ask me.
I all honesty, I do not know.
Maybe the question is not why I am so sensitive,
but instead, my question to them is, “Why are you so insensitive?”
Sensitive chin, when I shave it scratches, when I do not , my beard is scruffy. I like to do nothing except of course worry, but that is being over sensitive.
You’re so….
Don’t be…
Glad I have…
(you don’t, unsaid)
Please don’t touch me there, sir. I’m very sensitive to physical contact. I feel every goosebump erupt from my skin like new volcanoes from a dry, epidermal ocean. I smell all the oils and grease on your body, and when you put your lips close to mine, the breath that emerges from between your teeth is like the gust of wind from a noxious storm, and I have to shield my face.
me. overly sensitive is my flaw. I take everything too seriously, he says. I wish I didn’t feel as much as I do.
I was always so afraid of saying the wrong thing. He was sensitive and I was blunt. Two opposites always clashing but always loving.
As sensitive as it was the sun was determined to become spikey. It shot down on the people of the city spiking the streets with heat that wouldn’t leave. Before long, after a coule of days the whole city was a porcupine or an echidna and in search of ants it lifted itself from the ground and walked east away from the longer rays of the afternoon sun .
some might say that i am overly sensitive. i dont think so though. i just feel more than others and take in things more than others. my past has shaped me into this person i am now. sensitivity is not a bad thing as society makes it out to be. it is good. it is good to feel. it is good to be sensitive. without feeling we are nothing. without emotions we are meaningless.
She couldn’t believe that she was crying. Again. Why did she have to take everything so personally? She curled her nails into the palms of her hands, willing the tears to not fall. Not in front of him. Never again. He didn’t deserve it.
“Sensitive. Maybe that’s all I’m being” say’s every goodwife ever. I’m unfortunately too cynical for that shit.