Support is what our soicity lives on. We all need it to be able to function in the real world. Our parents support us and get us ready to live in real life.
Emily
How many times have I been there for you? You were never there for me. When I needed someone to stand with me, you backed away. When you needed me, I was there. I don’t understand how someone who can appear to be so strong is so weak. My heart aches for you, but I’m starting to realize how wrong you are for me. You’re great, but I’m greater.
we went to the hospital today, and Jenn had my hand in hers. I never had thought of holding hands as anything truly intimate, but this act proved me wrong. Holding Jenn’s hand in that moment was more intimate than sex would ever be, with anyone.
Annamaria Watson
I wish I could support you — I honestly, truly wish I could. Pull you out from under the storm, run with you all the way home. But I can’t. You and I both know we can’t.
It’s not a matter of want, desire, wishing, hoping — but an impossibility.
We want what we could have had but we can no longer have that. It’s like wanting to throw yourself into a pit of lava to warm your heart, but there’s nothing like dying to be warm. It’s terrifying.
support is a sister sitting by your side as you waste time on one of your favorite websites. its making silly faces and taking pictures with the webcam installed on your computer, its having fun and listening to music for no obvious reason, and its knowing that despite anything you will alway be able to laugh at eachother.
I played a sport. I fished for support. My countless efforts to win their love. And I needed was a smile, a wave, to save me from this drowning grave. I dug for hope, I swept for a promise. Words spilled from sheets and promises were torn in two. Their words shall sting, as they will forever sing, “I shan’t be your pillar, I shan’t be your friend, I shall watch you squirm until your end.
how do you measure support? this is the part that is difficult when you look at support. things like love, things like help–you can see this, at times you can measure it. maybe you can’t measure it, but you know it when you see it–or feel it.
It’s hard to support people all the time. I mean, they’re always saying how much they need your help with things. But it never really adds up to anything.
Of course, I support my friends in everything that they do. I help them with their homework, I cheer them on at games, I high five them with a huge smile every time they succeed.
But, it’s difficult to be the person holding everybody else up, because after a while you start to crumble and fall.
He’s giving me support, like a cheerleader on the edge of a playing field, only a little less slutty and a little less shouty. He’s like my set of crutches – he’s keeping me upright, stopping me from falling over, giving me something to lean on. He’s always been like that, a pillar of strength to me, everything I need and then some.
I woke up today from a very short sleep, but whats new?
and again the same feeling of disconnection and sadness
kept me in bed till late afternoon.
Depression? how does that happen when you have so much support.
Its life and I’ve accepted that I will be down at one point or another.
Support start with acceptance.
joshua manzo
Free and liberated, they warmed the hearts of passers by, or anyone who had them within their grasp, bounding with fervour and the spirit of the wild- however, as Jenny advanced in her years, she developed back pain and required the support of a well engineered bra.
I wish I had the support of a loving man and partner in my life. People who do, . . I think half of them do not realize just how very blessed they are.
Mary Lou Wynegar
I wish I could be more supportive to all of my friends. support, support, support. Jesus christ, this just makes me think of a bra. And how I need more damn support to make my boobs look bigger. I didn’t get that Victoria’s Secret bra for christmas either, what a bummer. I want the suit that Amelia has though. Support, support, support. It has two p’s.
Charlotte Bailey
Support. Support was something Roger needed at a time like this. Standing in the middle of the war-torn battlefield, with no fellow comrades around for miles, was a frightening prospect. Roger was fearful for his very well-being and hoped for escape.
Support me when I’m ready to fall. I will do everything I can to stand on my own, to walk the tight-rope without your help. But when I start to wobble, when I cannot balance my own life as well as everyone else’s, be there for me. All I need is a hand on the shoulder, someone to gently push me back straight up to where I need to be. And if you will support me, I swear I will carry you.
Percy
That was something lacking from her circle – support. It hadn’t always been that way, but lately a rot had set in that didn’t look like shifting. It tended to be this way, the more vocal would win out.
A tear slid down his cheek, but no one would have believed it. After years of working on getting this business running, his mother refused to give him her support, and that crushed him.
I wish that I had more support here than I actually do. I mean, my mom is great but I feel guilty when I call her at 3am more than once a week. Sometimes things just …. I donno. They just get hard. I wish I could turn back the clock five months..or six or seven, and just re-do them. I wish I could relive our time together.
Grace
The support that was given by his family really made the difference. he thought that he was going to have to do it alone but he realized, as he saw them sitting on the stands, that he was not alone. He had the support of his family… and his friends too if the familiar faces of his next door neighbors was any indication.
You see it was quite simple, every month you were supposed to send mom a check, you know to help out with some sort of support. It seems as if we are not good enough for you, but how is this true? How is this true when your new kids are good enough, good enough for you.
victoria
I supported her upper arm as I eased her into the soft, welcoming chair. Lilah always knew that it would come to this–me holding the power over her every movement. It was inevitable.
They say they support me and will continue to support me. But the question is, do I want it? I know I need it. People are weird that way.
Sabrina
He leaned over, put his hand on her shoulder.
“It’s not that bad,” he said quietly. Less of a mutter, though certainly not a murmur.
Dean just wanted to support her. He wanted to have her believe that he could make things better. Instead, she turned away.
“She’s gone, Dean, gone. You can’t provide solace for that. Yvonne walked out, you can’t take her place.”
important. needed for a good life. strength. if you love a person, you support them, faith in another. strength. confidence. hope.
mary kate
My friends support me through everything. Ok, that’s a lie. My REAL friends support me through everything. They don’t judge. They don’t use harsh words. They don’t hurt me. Yet somehow they still manage to give me their honest input on the situation and help me through it. That takes real talent and real love.
I’m so tired tonight
My bones feel so weary
How long have I lived
like this – in this state of stupour
has it been days, months or years?
Decades, centuries or just seconds?
How long.
Noir Schist
support can be a lot of things. it can be your friends, your family, all the people who hold you up when you are not strong. or it can be the actual, physical support of a bridge. a keystone. something that is going to make sure that if all else fails, THIS will be here. this support, this strength.
Ethan Aaronson
I feel the support of my friends always–sitting on the kitchen floor with warm mugs of tea in our hands, standing in doorways and turning chitchat into deep conversation, in the back seat of a car choosing a destination, on the phone musing about our days, our lives, our choices, and just in smiles. Simple smiles. Simple smiles from friends. Support. Always.
Gloria
I have so much support in my life. My friends, family and pets (as odd as that may sound)
I find it surprising how much I rely on the support. It gives me the confidence that I never would have gotten on my own. I know that they will be there for me no matter how my life turns out. No matter if I get everything I want in this world, or if I absolutely fall flat on my face.
Hayley
I hate support. I dont like help. I like doing stuff on my own. Though sometimes i do know that i wouldn’t of been able to do something without support, the support of my friends, my family, and other people just in general. I think support can be like moral support, physical support.
Susanna
It was a time where you’d expect support – and yet there was none.
I stepped into the dark room, and the floors creaked ominously as dust rose up with each of my footsteps.. I wondered if the half-rotten planks would suddenly stop supporting my weight, and send me crashing a floor below into the hall’s marble floor. I found out that I didn’t quite care.
Andora
The snow fell
in a flurry of grumbles
following the spent fall
and tumbled the twine
supporting the tent.
Support yourself from the inside out. You are your own beams. You are the cross ties that hold together all the delicate parts beneath your bones. The rafters crumble and you are responsible for rebuilding the structure.
helping others out
homeless people getting off the streets
parents
counselors
pulling someone out of a hole/depression
a community being humane
bake sales
patting someone on the back
people coming together to help others no matter what
charlotte
you support your friend and family with your life .. support is how you hold your self up everyday. support os something you need to give to receive.. support everyone! even if there not your friends or family .. they deserve it. support is one of the only things a human being needs to get through their life.. support from their loved ones.
Support is what our soicity lives on. We all need it to be able to function in the real world. Our parents support us and get us ready to live in real life.
How many times have I been there for you? You were never there for me. When I needed someone to stand with me, you backed away. When you needed me, I was there. I don’t understand how someone who can appear to be so strong is so weak. My heart aches for you, but I’m starting to realize how wrong you are for me. You’re great, but I’m greater.
Family, friends, a good bra. something everyone need to accomplish life. with out support there would nothing. be a support to someone somewhere.
The arm for me to lean on,
The wall to listen to my secrets,
The blanket that gives me warmth,
The soul that resonates with mine.
we went to the hospital today, and Jenn had my hand in hers. I never had thought of holding hands as anything truly intimate, but this act proved me wrong. Holding Jenn’s hand in that moment was more intimate than sex would ever be, with anyone.
I wish I could support you — I honestly, truly wish I could. Pull you out from under the storm, run with you all the way home. But I can’t. You and I both know we can’t.
It’s not a matter of want, desire, wishing, hoping — but an impossibility.
We want what we could have had but we can no longer have that. It’s like wanting to throw yourself into a pit of lava to warm your heart, but there’s nothing like dying to be warm. It’s terrifying.
support is a sister sitting by your side as you waste time on one of your favorite websites. its making silly faces and taking pictures with the webcam installed on your computer, its having fun and listening to music for no obvious reason, and its knowing that despite anything you will alway be able to laugh at eachother.
I played a sport. I fished for support. My countless efforts to win their love. And I needed was a smile, a wave, to save me from this drowning grave. I dug for hope, I swept for a promise. Words spilled from sheets and promises were torn in two. Their words shall sting, as they will forever sing, “I shan’t be your pillar, I shan’t be your friend, I shall watch you squirm until your end.
how do you measure support? this is the part that is difficult when you look at support. things like love, things like help–you can see this, at times you can measure it. maybe you can’t measure it, but you know it when you see it–or feel it.
something everyone needs. something no one gets.
It’s hard to support people all the time. I mean, they’re always saying how much they need your help with things. But it never really adds up to anything.
Of course, I support my friends in everything that they do. I help them with their homework, I cheer them on at games, I high five them with a huge smile every time they succeed.
But, it’s difficult to be the person holding everybody else up, because after a while you start to crumble and fall.
He’s giving me support, like a cheerleader on the edge of a playing field, only a little less slutty and a little less shouty. He’s like my set of crutches – he’s keeping me upright, stopping me from falling over, giving me something to lean on. He’s always been like that, a pillar of strength to me, everything I need and then some.
Supporting me.
A soft landing. A shoulder to cry on. A place to have a lay down. A sounding board. Some warm soup or a cold drink. Sharing.
I woke up today from a very short sleep, but whats new?
and again the same feeling of disconnection and sadness
kept me in bed till late afternoon.
Depression? how does that happen when you have so much support.
Its life and I’ve accepted that I will be down at one point or another.
Support start with acceptance.
Free and liberated, they warmed the hearts of passers by, or anyone who had them within their grasp, bounding with fervour and the spirit of the wild- however, as Jenny advanced in her years, she developed back pain and required the support of a well engineered bra.
I wish I had the support of a loving man and partner in my life. People who do, . . I think half of them do not realize just how very blessed they are.
I wish I could be more supportive to all of my friends. support, support, support. Jesus christ, this just makes me think of a bra. And how I need more damn support to make my boobs look bigger. I didn’t get that Victoria’s Secret bra for christmas either, what a bummer. I want the suit that Amelia has though. Support, support, support. It has two p’s.
Support. Support was something Roger needed at a time like this. Standing in the middle of the war-torn battlefield, with no fellow comrades around for miles, was a frightening prospect. Roger was fearful for his very well-being and hoped for escape.
Support me when I’m ready to fall. I will do everything I can to stand on my own, to walk the tight-rope without your help. But when I start to wobble, when I cannot balance my own life as well as everyone else’s, be there for me. All I need is a hand on the shoulder, someone to gently push me back straight up to where I need to be. And if you will support me, I swear I will carry you.
That was something lacking from her circle – support. It hadn’t always been that way, but lately a rot had set in that didn’t look like shifting. It tended to be this way, the more vocal would win out.
A tear slid down his cheek, but no one would have believed it. After years of working on getting this business running, his mother refused to give him her support, and that crushed him.
I wish that I had more support here than I actually do. I mean, my mom is great but I feel guilty when I call her at 3am more than once a week. Sometimes things just …. I donno. They just get hard. I wish I could turn back the clock five months..or six or seven, and just re-do them. I wish I could relive our time together.
The support that was given by his family really made the difference. he thought that he was going to have to do it alone but he realized, as he saw them sitting on the stands, that he was not alone. He had the support of his family… and his friends too if the familiar faces of his next door neighbors was any indication.
You see it was quite simple, every month you were supposed to send mom a check, you know to help out with some sort of support. It seems as if we are not good enough for you, but how is this true? How is this true when your new kids are good enough, good enough for you.
I supported her upper arm as I eased her into the soft, welcoming chair. Lilah always knew that it would come to this–me holding the power over her every movement. It was inevitable.
They say they support me and will continue to support me. But the question is, do I want it? I know I need it. People are weird that way.
He leaned over, put his hand on her shoulder.
“It’s not that bad,” he said quietly. Less of a mutter, though certainly not a murmur.
Dean just wanted to support her. He wanted to have her believe that he could make things better. Instead, she turned away.
“She’s gone, Dean, gone. You can’t provide solace for that. Yvonne walked out, you can’t take her place.”
important. needed for a good life. strength. if you love a person, you support them, faith in another. strength. confidence. hope.
My friends support me through everything. Ok, that’s a lie. My REAL friends support me through everything. They don’t judge. They don’t use harsh words. They don’t hurt me. Yet somehow they still manage to give me their honest input on the situation and help me through it. That takes real talent and real love.
I’m so tired tonight
My bones feel so weary
How long have I lived
like this – in this state of stupour
has it been days, months or years?
Decades, centuries or just seconds?
How long.
support can be a lot of things. it can be your friends, your family, all the people who hold you up when you are not strong. or it can be the actual, physical support of a bridge. a keystone. something that is going to make sure that if all else fails, THIS will be here. this support, this strength.
I feel the support of my friends always–sitting on the kitchen floor with warm mugs of tea in our hands, standing in doorways and turning chitchat into deep conversation, in the back seat of a car choosing a destination, on the phone musing about our days, our lives, our choices, and just in smiles. Simple smiles. Simple smiles from friends. Support. Always.
I have so much support in my life. My friends, family and pets (as odd as that may sound)
I find it surprising how much I rely on the support. It gives me the confidence that I never would have gotten on my own. I know that they will be there for me no matter how my life turns out. No matter if I get everything I want in this world, or if I absolutely fall flat on my face.
I hate support. I dont like help. I like doing stuff on my own. Though sometimes i do know that i wouldn’t of been able to do something without support, the support of my friends, my family, and other people just in general. I think support can be like moral support, physical support.
It was a time where you’d expect support – and yet there was none.
I stepped into the dark room, and the floors creaked ominously as dust rose up with each of my footsteps.. I wondered if the half-rotten planks would suddenly stop supporting my weight, and send me crashing a floor below into the hall’s marble floor. I found out that I didn’t quite care.
The snow fell
in a flurry of grumbles
following the spent fall
and tumbled the twine
supporting the tent.
Support yourself from the inside out. You are your own beams. You are the cross ties that hold together all the delicate parts beneath your bones. The rafters crumble and you are responsible for rebuilding the structure.
helping others out
homeless people getting off the streets
parents
counselors
pulling someone out of a hole/depression
a community being humane
bake sales
patting someone on the back
people coming together to help others no matter what
you support your friend and family with your life .. support is how you hold your self up everyday. support os something you need to give to receive.. support everyone! even if there not your friends or family .. they deserve it. support is one of the only things a human being needs to get through their life.. support from their loved ones.