Gifts are great. Except when you have to pick a gift for a girlfriend, they are less great. How is one suppose to pick a gift for a girlfriend. One may argue that you should know her well enough by now, it should be simple. Its hard to understand what hidden message may be interpreted.
a gift is not always well received but it also not always well thought-out either. sometimes it is just an item of convenience. gifts have devolved like that.
yesterday was my birthday and I expected a crappy gift from my boyfriend. He’s the worst gift-giver. But he really surprised me this time; he went to the bookstore and picked out a nice book for me. I love my gift!
I was given a gift of uncompromising singularity and I didn’t know what to do with it. Didn’t know what to make of it, I didn’t even understand why it had been given to me.
She was opened by others and yet handed to me brand-new, never used, but already loved. I have tried re-wrapping her in ribbons and such but I can’t give her away. She always comes back to me. I am her gift and she mine.
Don’t think.
Give.
There is only one life to live, and we are blessed to be able to spend it how we want.
Why squander and hate?
Why destroy and create violence?
Love.
Give.
I want a gift of a pony. Even better would be a unicorn. Unicorns are sparkly and have horns. Also unicorn blood keeps you young, or so they say. Mostly I just like the way they glitter. Glitter is my favorite thing to say right now. However, a pony would be a good substitute. But I cannot promise that I wouldn’t cover it with glittery things.
Gift?
Oh shit. It’s his birthday today, isn’t it?
Oh crap!
Uh… he plays tennis! I could get him some tennis balls..?… no, he probably has a million of those.
He likes ice cream…
Ugh, this is stupid, stupid, I’m so lame!
There’s no way I’ll ever live up to that ipod he got me…
Last Christmas my boyfriend gave me the most lovely necklace. It was our first Christmas together. I got mad at him for a while, thinking he spent too much money on me, but it turns out it was on sale and what I thought I saw on a price tag was wrong.
She had always considered it a gift, but now it seemed more like a curse. She shoved her hands as far into her pockets as possible and felt the pain spread through her legs, rush up the veins in her arms, and take control of her. This is what she had done to him by accident, and now she deserved to pay.
I was handed a gift,
one much undeserved.
Discarded all prior opportunity
& somehow it’s all working out for the best.
I feel God is to thank despite my failure to
acknowledge his presence in most of what I do.
she handed me a gift. it was wrapped up in a green and red gift wrapping like fucking christmas. i threw that shit on the floor.
“do you actually fucking think this will alleviate what you have done?”
“what? b-but honey i-“
My life has been a gift. Some time it has been a gag gift, some times a gift that didn’t fit, but always it was given to me to use as best I could. I wish I had always done that.
It was a gift in which no one could mistake its interior. A red box sporting yellow polka-dots and a card that read Happy Birthday in black letters across the front. Everyone knew what this present was, despite someone’s obvious desire to disguise it, for out through the top past the ribbon, poked a blunt, black hook, hinting at the umbrella inside.
To her, she was giving her small town a gift. She was running for a seat on their city council. She was going to change things. People would love her. She couldn’t imagine them not.
My life has been a gift. Sometime it has been a gag gift, sometimes a gift that didn’t fit, but always it was given to me to use as best I could. I wish I had always done that.
This is the second time in less than ten minutes that I am writing something from the word “gift.” I don’t know exactly why I suddenly feel the urge to write, because it’s been months since I’ve really felt like writing anything at all. Perhaps because on this site, pressure is put on me, and I’ve always managed to do things quicker and easier under pressure. The quality isn’t exactly as great as it can be. Right now, though, I’m just happy I’m writing again. Pressure, what a precious gift you are.
I bought a gift for my 1-year-old niece today. It’s her birthday. Time has flown so fast. I remember the first time I saw her, nine months ago. She had just arrived from Washington. I saw her in person and she was three months old, hardly bigger than my arm. From the moment I knew that she was my brother’s kid, for some reason, I knew I’d love her to pieces.
Du hast mir etwas von deinem Gift gegeben, eine seltsame Prise davon hat gereicht und mich für immer mit Chuck Norris infiziert.
Chuck Norris isst sein Knoppers schon um halb neun has
Gifts are nice. I like giving them more than receiving them. When I buy something for someone, I can’t wait to give it to him or her. Christmas is terrible–I give everything waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay before the day. It’s awesome! :)
“Walk the plank! Walk the plank!” the shout carried across the water. One-eyed Steven stood at the edge of the board and stared at the churning surf below. “But I didn’t do nuthin’ cap’n,” he implored to the Pirate Captain. “You shaved his belly with a rusty razor,” the Captain accused. “And that means you walk the plank!” “Aye aye, sir.” Steven gathered his courage. He walked back to the far end of the board, ran to the edge, and cannonballed into the city pool.
“It’s a gift,” she said defensively. I looked at her, standing there nervously in her red wool dress and the white daisy in her outstretched hand and she looked so small. The wind blew cold all around us, but still I did not take the gift from her.
you have been a gift to me,of more value then almost anything else in my life,you made me realize that you can’t please every one,that being yourself cost you friends and that playing with someone’s emotions is a game some people love to play
She opened the gift he had given her that particular morning. And when she opened the box and looked in side her eyes widened and she smiled. In side it appeared empty but a small hand written note “I love you” lay at the bottom.
Christmas has always been my favourite time of year. It’s the time to give, share and recieve gifts with you friends and family. A gift can be as simple as a smile, or kiss to that special someone in your life. Or it can be as extravagant as a car or diamond necklace. But always remember, its always the thought that counts.
I’ve never felt like I’ve had anything to give the world. I know other people who think they’re God’s gift to Earth, but I’ve never had a reason to feel that way – whether in looks, talent, or basic intelligence.
Christmas is my favourite time of year. It’s the time to give, share and recieve gifts with you friends and family. A gift can be as simple as a smile, or kiss to that special someone in your life. Or it can be as extravagant as a car or diamond necklace. But always remember, its always the thought that counts
don’t think, just write.
charles bukowski is a genius poet that has this kind of gift
he writes vulgar poetry, but he writes it in such a way that we understand how he feels, and the descriptions are pretty amazing too
he is kinda my idol for writing
though this short paragraph doesn’t prove it of course
the gift of love is the most amazing gift that can ever be given, and it can never truly be taken away, because if you take a gift then there was no point in ever giving it in the first place, was there?
Staring at the hand held out to me, I felt fear, but as I looked into the eyes of the hands owner I realised that the offering wasn’t to cause fear. For what was held in the hand was a gift. A gift of new beginnings. I crawled out from the box that I had for so long called home and took hold of the hand of hope.
Heaven help those who come into this world with expectations and hope. It is a gift to be simple and sweet and just open oneself to life’s challenges moving forward and keeping on.
i liike to give them. i like to receive them. everyone loves gifts. the gift of life is awesome. santa brings gifts. supposedly. i told my sister he wasn’t real though ha.
Gifts are great. Except when you have to pick a gift for a girlfriend, they are less great. How is one suppose to pick a gift for a girlfriend. One may argue that you should know her well enough by now, it should be simple. Its hard to understand what hidden message may be interpreted.
a gift is not always well received but it also not always well thought-out either. sometimes it is just an item of convenience. gifts have devolved like that.
yesterday was my birthday and I expected a crappy gift from my boyfriend. He’s the worst gift-giver. But he really surprised me this time; he went to the bookstore and picked out a nice book for me. I love my gift!
I was given a gift of uncompromising singularity and I didn’t know what to do with it. Didn’t know what to make of it, I didn’t even understand why it had been given to me.
She was opened by others and yet handed to me brand-new, never used, but already loved. I have tried re-wrapping her in ribbons and such but I can’t give her away. She always comes back to me. I am her gift and she mine.
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…! <3
Don’t think.
Give.
There is only one life to live, and we are blessed to be able to spend it how we want.
Why squander and hate?
Why destroy and create violence?
Love.
Give.
I want a gift of a pony. Even better would be a unicorn. Unicorns are sparkly and have horns. Also unicorn blood keeps you young, or so they say. Mostly I just like the way they glitter. Glitter is my favorite thing to say right now. However, a pony would be a good substitute. But I cannot promise that I wouldn’t cover it with glittery things.
Gift?
Oh shit. It’s his birthday today, isn’t it?
Oh crap!
Uh… he plays tennis! I could get him some tennis balls..?… no, he probably has a million of those.
He likes ice cream…
Ugh, this is stupid, stupid, I’m so lame!
There’s no way I’ll ever live up to that ipod he got me…
Last Christmas my boyfriend gave me the most lovely necklace. It was our first Christmas together. I got mad at him for a while, thinking he spent too much money on me, but it turns out it was on sale and what I thought I saw on a price tag was wrong.
She had always considered it a gift, but now it seemed more like a curse. She shoved her hands as far into her pockets as possible and felt the pain spread through her legs, rush up the veins in her arms, and take control of her. This is what she had done to him by accident, and now she deserved to pay.
It was perfect. The only thing I needed. The only thing I wanted. It was so shiny and I couldn’t believe it was mine. A beautiful ring of duct tape.
I was handed a gift,
one much undeserved.
Discarded all prior opportunity
& somehow it’s all working out for the best.
I feel God is to thank despite my failure to
acknowledge his presence in most of what I do.
she handed me a gift. it was wrapped up in a green and red gift wrapping like fucking christmas. i threw that shit on the floor.
“do you actually fucking think this will alleviate what you have done?”
“what? b-but honey i-“
My life has been a gift. Some time it has been a gag gift, some times a gift that didn’t fit, but always it was given to me to use as best I could. I wish I had always done that.
birthday
birth
life
the “present”
christmas
celebration
It was a gift in which no one could mistake its interior. A red box sporting yellow polka-dots and a card that read Happy Birthday in black letters across the front. Everyone knew what this present was, despite someone’s obvious desire to disguise it, for out through the top past the ribbon, poked a blunt, black hook, hinting at the umbrella inside.
To her, she was giving her small town a gift. She was running for a seat on their city council. She was going to change things. People would love her. She couldn’t imagine them not.
My life has been a gift. Sometime it has been a gag gift, sometimes a gift that didn’t fit, but always it was given to me to use as best I could. I wish I had always done that.
This is the second time in less than ten minutes that I am writing something from the word “gift.” I don’t know exactly why I suddenly feel the urge to write, because it’s been months since I’ve really felt like writing anything at all. Perhaps because on this site, pressure is put on me, and I’ve always managed to do things quicker and easier under pressure. The quality isn’t exactly as great as it can be. Right now, though, I’m just happy I’m writing again. Pressure, what a precious gift you are.
I bought a gift for my 1-year-old niece today. It’s her birthday. Time has flown so fast. I remember the first time I saw her, nine months ago. She had just arrived from Washington. I saw her in person and she was three months old, hardly bigger than my arm. From the moment I knew that she was my brother’s kid, for some reason, I knew I’d love her to pieces.
He once told me he was God’s gift to women.
I laughed in his face.
Du hast mir etwas von deinem Gift gegeben, eine seltsame Prise davon hat gereicht und mich für immer mit Chuck Norris infiziert.
Chuck Norris isst sein Knoppers schon um halb neun has
Gifts are nice. I like giving them more than receiving them. When I buy something for someone, I can’t wait to give it to him or her. Christmas is terrible–I give everything waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay before the day. It’s awesome! :)
“Walk the plank! Walk the plank!” the shout carried across the water. One-eyed Steven stood at the edge of the board and stared at the churning surf below. “But I didn’t do nuthin’ cap’n,” he implored to the Pirate Captain. “You shaved his belly with a rusty razor,” the Captain accused. “And that means you walk the plank!” “Aye aye, sir.” Steven gathered his courage. He walked back to the far end of the board, ran to the edge, and cannonballed into the city pool.
I already wrote about this last night. Therfore its a gift not to have to do it again this monring :-)
“It’s a gift,” she said defensively. I looked at her, standing there nervously in her red wool dress and the white daisy in her outstretched hand and she looked so small. The wind blew cold all around us, but still I did not take the gift from her.
you have been a gift to me,of more value then almost anything else in my life,you made me realize that you can’t please every one,that being yourself cost you friends and that playing with someone’s emotions is a game some people love to play
She opened the gift he had given her that particular morning. And when she opened the box and looked in side her eyes widened and she smiled. In side it appeared empty but a small hand written note “I love you” lay at the bottom.
Christmas has always been my favourite time of year. It’s the time to give, share and recieve gifts with you friends and family. A gift can be as simple as a smile, or kiss to that special someone in your life. Or it can be as extravagant as a car or diamond necklace. But always remember, its always the thought that counts.
I’ve never felt like I’ve had anything to give the world. I know other people who think they’re God’s gift to Earth, but I’ve never had a reason to feel that way – whether in looks, talent, or basic intelligence.
Christmas is my favourite time of year. It’s the time to give, share and recieve gifts with you friends and family. A gift can be as simple as a smile, or kiss to that special someone in your life. Or it can be as extravagant as a car or diamond necklace. But always remember, its always the thought that counts
don’t think, just write.
charles bukowski is a genius poet that has this kind of gift
he writes vulgar poetry, but he writes it in such a way that we understand how he feels, and the descriptions are pretty amazing too
he is kinda my idol for writing
though this short paragraph doesn’t prove it of course
it;s something you wantto give some one. probably on occasions. sometimes for love sometimes out of social obligations.
the gift of love is the most amazing gift that can ever be given, and it can never truly be taken away, because if you take a gift then there was no point in ever giving it in the first place, was there?
it was more a curse than a gift. the little box. he dressed it up as a gift but it wasn’t, he was just unloading it and all the troubles it brought.
Staring at the hand held out to me, I felt fear, but as I looked into the eyes of the hands owner I realised that the offering wasn’t to cause fear. For what was held in the hand was a gift. A gift of new beginnings. I crawled out from the box that I had for so long called home and took hold of the hand of hope.
Heaven help those who come into this world with expectations and hope. It is a gift to be simple and sweet and just open oneself to life’s challenges moving forward and keeping on.
i liike to give them. i like to receive them. everyone loves gifts. the gift of life is awesome. santa brings gifts. supposedly. i told my sister he wasn’t real though ha.
The best gifts aren’t wrapped in shiny paper and tied in neat bows.