It was a wool coat. I could not believe it. A wool coat? That’s very heartfelt I thought. I couldn’t wear wool though. I reacted to it in a bad way. I decided I’d return the coat and buy something else with the money. That’s all folks.
These feelings I have I have never explored,
these strange, far off feelings I can no longer ignore
I feel like my words are exploding in air.
Soon I will no longer have to despair.
This world we live in,
it is so broken and bruised,
but when I’m with you, the hurt is subdued.
A heartfelt hello. thats what I feel when you pass my way, a genuine smile plastered on your face. The way your lips curve up, and your eyes shine like the sun lighting up the world for everyone to see. I wish I could hold you, but sadly i am only a raindrop in your windshield, washed away with one simply stroke.
The wind blew and passed them by, as Tsuki and Daiki stood at the rooftop together looking at one another. Daiki had given her a heartfelt confession, one that was able to give her butterflies in her stomach. But it wasn’t enough to make her heart flutter, as it did with his older brother Daichii. Why did it have to be this way?
it was all very heartfelt.
she cried all over everyone.
even i teared up seeing her shiny face.
i could see him flinching in the coffin.
it would all be over soon.
we’d stop beating around this bush.
she threw on the first pile of dirt rather
enthusiastically.
It clattered against the sullen ground. Though she could feel nothing. Nothing at all. She looked at him, her ears humming with a dull sound. She noted that his lips moved, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. His face grew harder and harder, until he too shattered against he ground.
when we were kids with achy knees, we were told they’re “growing pains”
received kisses on our foreheads to soothe our tender muscle strains
but the torment ten years later, from the anguish of the mind
dismissed as human nature, the maturation of mankind.
“I offer you my most heartfelt condolences, your highness. The loss of your father will be felt throughout the seven kingdoms,”
Marianna inclined her head, her expression an impartial mask. “As you say, councilor,”
She could see that his remorse was heartfelt. The vase had been in the family for eight generations, and had survived two burglaries, and even the bombings of World War Two. She was shocked initially, when she saw it in pieces on the floor, but could not bring herself to be angry at him, for it was partially her own fault for letting him play with his ball inside the house.
“Come along, Fred!” she said to him, shaking off her disappointment. “A good walk will do us both good!”
As she took his leash off the hook beside the door, Fred bounced off the sofa and ran into the hallway, yapping excitedly.
Your love was superficial.
You talked to me behind a screen, neon blue. Your features were bathed in the glowing light, and your eyes seemed shiny beyond mortality; automaton-like. You were feathered and you had a hair of silver; it cascaded around your shoulders like liquid. I left prayers at your feet and scribes in your altar, and poured mercury into the oil jars of your temple.
All you wanted was to show me
show me what you made
show me who you are
show me how you felt
but i just couldn’t look
because i know you how your heartfelt
She knelt down and offered up the most heartfelt prayer.
“Please God,” she whispered, her words like boulders falling out of her, “please please…let me be a mother.”
She was both elated and surprised by the longing. As a child, teenager, young adult, she had never wanted it, even felt she didn’t want what was now kneeling to ask for. In her soul, now, there was a shift. She knew she could do this one thing well, because when it came to loving and encouraging the people around her, there was nothing she was better at.
meaningful
sad
happy tears
joy
what to write about
heart
felt
craft
heart felt crafts
make a felt out of a heart
naem the blog title heartfelt as a cute way to be cute
red heart
heart garland
what could i use the heart felt for
i don’t like decorative crafts
it needs a purpose
I will make this speech, and I will made this the best damn thing that you’ve ever heard. And I will move masses, and I will rearrange the stars and our orbits on Earth because it’ll be that good. It will. I mean this. And I will take over my universe and feel comfortable inside myself, and write well and sing well and dance well and do whatever I want. I mean it.
It is with my heartfelt thanks that I accept this award. I am humbled because I never expected it. It is a surprised because I can think of so many others that are more worthy.
A heartfelt thanks and goodbye was not enough for Joe. Somehow he had hoped for more – but who was he to demand more from this woman? Had his help not been enough? Did he really expect her to repay him to the letter? Maybe he was just confused, man, or tired, or so horny he would just later jerk himself off in the car afterwards.
Heartfelt? Hah. The truth could not be farther from it. Once upon a time he had talked and deep down, even thought in such terms. Genuine. Heartfelt. Love. Truth. Now, no more. No more talk of heartfelt or even close
Josh has always had these heartfelt speeches that he tells when one of us are feeling down. At first, they’re annoying and piss us off, but eventually they draw tears from our eyes and truly help.
There were only so many things she could possibly say, knowing that if she continued to speak her words will end up simply dissolving into the air like a wisp of a cloud. No, everything she said needed to come directly from her heart, flowing through her veins and then coming out to hang within the air. Every part of her was determined now, but most of all her soul.
“Chris, my ultimate goal here is trying to write a sweet, heartfelt song in honor of my mom.” Kari swallowed hard, blinking the tears away. She’d cried too much today already. “I just…I miss her. A lot. And I know we don’t always get along, but you’re such a great musician, and—”
“Kari, slow down.” He adjusted his square-rimmed glasses and rested his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to beg. I know what’s it like to lose someone you love…I’ll help you with your song, okay? Promise.”
She smiled, ignoring the tingly sensation when he removed his hand. “Thank you.”
Her words sounded heartfelt, but I honestly couldn’t be sure. For years Cara and I had butted heads and more often than not she gained the upper hand, embarrassing me in front of everyone…but had she changed? Was that even in her nature, being good?
“How do I know you can deliver?” I asked, folding my arms.
She smirked. “You don’t, Emily, not really. But I can and will. Can we put aside our differences for once and trust each other?”
I bit my lip, mulling over it and reluctantly shook her extended hand. Why did it feel like I just made a deal with the devil himself?
it was real. what he said in the end, for once, it was not the thing he was supposed to say, the thing he was trained to say. It was honest and important, maybe the first important thing that he had ever said, to her
It seemed extremely heartfelt, the way he gave her the knife. It was quite the sight. Even though they were both preparing to murder us, the couple in them still shone through. It wasn’t the worst way to go out.
Heartfelt thanks apparently weren’t enough, Jana realized. Damn. She didn’t have a single idea for shifting the power balance back in her favor … at least, not one idea that didn’t cost more than the pittance indicated by her bank statement.
The heartfelt apology came tumbling out of his mouth. However ,she didn’t believe him. Maybe it was because he had lied one to many times to her. But, life is what it is. And she gave him a heartfelt good bye.
I dont know if I know what this word means. I cant say anything to me has ever been classified as heartfelt. Maybe I’m not a thoughtful or caring person. Its not my strong suit I’ll admit but I’m trying to work on it. I think of Valentines day when I read this word.
He couldn’t claim to have any heartfelt feelings for the younger man, but when he saw Yusei Fudo in the alley, waiting to sell his body, Ushio didn’t feel that he could keep his nose out of it.
He flashed his badge, which predictably scared away the buyer, then turned his attention to the proud duelist whose back was still straight even after being caught in such a compromising position.
the biggest feeling of the human perspective . I kind of do everything in this fasion. Heartfelt is where our world needs to go, heartfelt in concerns to others, instead of being so me, all the time.
“Well, I guess asking for a heartfelt apology was too much for him to handle,” Maria scoffed as I handed her the martini glass. She watched me carefully as I wiped a spot of dampness off my uniform with a spare towel.
“You can’t expect much from him. Once a douchebag, always a douchebag.”
“Yeah, but I mean…” she sighed. “After dedicating two years to the betterment of his soul, you’d think somehow he’d walk off less of an asshole, not more.”
I was thinking about buttons, and the way you always save them in a jar just in case you get a hankering to love me another day. If you were to take all your buttons and sew them haphazardly unto a over-sized sweater – well that would make for one snazzy sweater. I imagine that the buttons might get stuck on things.
An emotional embrace
a bow for my heart strings
play the rhythm of compassion,
held in my eyes is life, and life alone.
A heart touched is a heart felt.
It was a wool coat. I could not believe it. A wool coat? That’s very heartfelt I thought. I couldn’t wear wool though. I reacted to it in a bad way. I decided I’d return the coat and buy something else with the money. That’s all folks.
These feelings I have I have never explored,
these strange, far off feelings I can no longer ignore
I feel like my words are exploding in air.
Soon I will no longer have to despair.
This world we live in,
it is so broken and bruised,
but when I’m with you, the hurt is subdued.
A heartfelt hello. thats what I feel when you pass my way, a genuine smile plastered on your face. The way your lips curve up, and your eyes shine like the sun lighting up the world for everyone to see. I wish I could hold you, but sadly i am only a raindrop in your windshield, washed away with one simply stroke.
The wind blew and passed them by, as Tsuki and Daiki stood at the rooftop together looking at one another. Daiki had given her a heartfelt confession, one that was able to give her butterflies in her stomach. But it wasn’t enough to make her heart flutter, as it did with his older brother Daichii. Why did it have to be this way?
it was all very heartfelt.
she cried all over everyone.
even i teared up seeing her shiny face.
i could see him flinching in the coffin.
it would all be over soon.
we’d stop beating around this bush.
she threw on the first pile of dirt rather
enthusiastically.
“I’m sorry for you loss.” No matter how many times I hear this and how sincere it may be, it doesn’t matter. I don’t feel it. All I feel is the pain.
I may not always have the right words to say, but you have to know these words were once wrapped around the veins, released only to give.
It clattered against the sullen ground. Though she could feel nothing. Nothing at all. She looked at him, her ears humming with a dull sound. She noted that his lips moved, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. His face grew harder and harder, until he too shattered against he ground.
when we were kids with achy knees, we were told they’re “growing pains”
received kisses on our foreheads to soothe our tender muscle strains
but the torment ten years later, from the anguish of the mind
dismissed as human nature, the maturation of mankind.
Breathing with the speed of rapids,
at the sound of a voice that echoed the sounds,
a mumbling, tumbling, bumbling.
“Do not be afraid, for I am with you”.
Words with more weight you will never hear.
Heartfelt by the one who holds the keys to life and hades.
no
“I offer you my most heartfelt condolences, your highness. The loss of your father will be felt throughout the seven kingdoms,”
Marianna inclined her head, her expression an impartial mask. “As you say, councilor,”
She could see that his remorse was heartfelt. The vase had been in the family for eight generations, and had survived two burglaries, and even the bombings of World War Two. She was shocked initially, when she saw it in pieces on the floor, but could not bring herself to be angry at him, for it was partially her own fault for letting him play with his ball inside the house.
“Come along, Fred!” she said to him, shaking off her disappointment. “A good walk will do us both good!”
As she took his leash off the hook beside the door, Fred bounced off the sofa and ran into the hallway, yapping excitedly.
Your love was superficial.
You talked to me behind a screen, neon blue. Your features were bathed in the glowing light, and your eyes seemed shiny beyond mortality; automaton-like. You were feathered and you had a hair of silver; it cascaded around your shoulders like liquid. I left prayers at your feet and scribes in your altar, and poured mercury into the oil jars of your temple.
All you wanted was to show me
show me what you made
show me who you are
show me how you felt
but i just couldn’t look
because i know you how your heartfelt
She knelt down and offered up the most heartfelt prayer.
“Please God,” she whispered, her words like boulders falling out of her, “please please…let me be a mother.”
She was both elated and surprised by the longing. As a child, teenager, young adult, she had never wanted it, even felt she didn’t want what was now kneeling to ask for. In her soul, now, there was a shift. She knew she could do this one thing well, because when it came to loving and encouraging the people around her, there was nothing she was better at.
meaningful
sad
happy tears
joy
what to write about
heart
felt
craft
heart felt crafts
make a felt out of a heart
naem the blog title heartfelt as a cute way to be cute
red heart
heart garland
what could i use the heart felt for
i don’t like decorative crafts
it needs a purpose
I will make this speech, and I will made this the best damn thing that you’ve ever heard. And I will move masses, and I will rearrange the stars and our orbits on Earth because it’ll be that good. It will. I mean this. And I will take over my universe and feel comfortable inside myself, and write well and sing well and dance well and do whatever I want. I mean it.
It is with my heartfelt thanks that I accept this award. I am humbled because I never expected it. It is a surprised because I can think of so many others that are more worthy.
A heartfelt thanks and goodbye was not enough for Joe. Somehow he had hoped for more – but who was he to demand more from this woman? Had his help not been enough? Did he really expect her to repay him to the letter? Maybe he was just confused, man, or tired, or so horny he would just later jerk himself off in the car afterwards.
Vivien took a deep breath.
I wish he had stayed, she thought.
Slowly, almost against her will, one finger pressed the doorbell.
Heartfelt? Hah. The truth could not be farther from it. Once upon a time he had talked and deep down, even thought in such terms. Genuine. Heartfelt. Love. Truth. Now, no more. No more talk of heartfelt or even close
Heartfelt? He though that was heartfelt? God, what a pretentious asshole. He wouldn’t know what heartfelt was if it hit him in the face.
Josh has always had these heartfelt speeches that he tells when one of us are feeling down. At first, they’re annoying and piss us off, but eventually they draw tears from our eyes and truly help.
She turned to him and in a heartfelt tone she bore her soul telling him exactly how she felt. It was up to him now what would be, she was done.
There were only so many things she could possibly say, knowing that if she continued to speak her words will end up simply dissolving into the air like a wisp of a cloud. No, everything she said needed to come directly from her heart, flowing through her veins and then coming out to hang within the air. Every part of her was determined now, but most of all her soul.
“Chris, my ultimate goal here is trying to write a sweet, heartfelt song in honor of my mom.” Kari swallowed hard, blinking the tears away. She’d cried too much today already. “I just…I miss her. A lot. And I know we don’t always get along, but you’re such a great musician, and—”
“Kari, slow down.” He adjusted his square-rimmed glasses and rested his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to beg. I know what’s it like to lose someone you love…I’ll help you with your song, okay? Promise.”
She smiled, ignoring the tingly sensation when he removed his hand. “Thank you.”
Her words sounded heartfelt, but I honestly couldn’t be sure. For years Cara and I had butted heads and more often than not she gained the upper hand, embarrassing me in front of everyone…but had she changed? Was that even in her nature, being good?
“How do I know you can deliver?” I asked, folding my arms.
She smirked. “You don’t, Emily, not really. But I can and will. Can we put aside our differences for once and trust each other?”
I bit my lip, mulling over it and reluctantly shook her extended hand. Why did it feel like I just made a deal with the devil himself?
it was real. what he said in the end, for once, it was not the thing he was supposed to say, the thing he was trained to say. It was honest and important, maybe the first important thing that he had ever said, to her
It seemed extremely heartfelt, the way he gave her the knife. It was quite the sight. Even though they were both preparing to murder us, the couple in them still shone through. It wasn’t the worst way to go out.
Heartfelt, his apology, no, I don’t think so. It was like everything else he’s every said, a lie.
Heartfelt thanks apparently weren’t enough, Jana realized. Damn. She didn’t have a single idea for shifting the power balance back in her favor … at least, not one idea that didn’t cost more than the pittance indicated by her bank statement.
The heartfelt apology came tumbling out of his mouth. However ,she didn’t believe him. Maybe it was because he had lied one to many times to her. But, life is what it is. And she gave him a heartfelt good bye.
I dont know if I know what this word means. I cant say anything to me has ever been classified as heartfelt. Maybe I’m not a thoughtful or caring person. Its not my strong suit I’ll admit but I’m trying to work on it. I think of Valentines day when I read this word.
He couldn’t claim to have any heartfelt feelings for the younger man, but when he saw Yusei Fudo in the alley, waiting to sell his body, Ushio didn’t feel that he could keep his nose out of it.
He flashed his badge, which predictably scared away the buyer, then turned his attention to the proud duelist whose back was still straight even after being caught in such a compromising position.
the biggest feeling of the human perspective . I kind of do everything in this fasion. Heartfelt is where our world needs to go, heartfelt in concerns to others, instead of being so me, all the time.
“Well, I guess asking for a heartfelt apology was too much for him to handle,” Maria scoffed as I handed her the martini glass. She watched me carefully as I wiped a spot of dampness off my uniform with a spare towel.
“You can’t expect much from him. Once a douchebag, always a douchebag.”
“Yeah, but I mean…” she sighed. “After dedicating two years to the betterment of his soul, you’d think somehow he’d walk off less of an asshole, not more.”
it’s an illnes and you can even die because of it!! it is relacionated with the heart and the fault of oxygen
I was thinking about buttons, and the way you always save them in a jar just in case you get a hankering to love me another day. If you were to take all your buttons and sew them haphazardly unto a over-sized sweater – well that would make for one snazzy sweater. I imagine that the buttons might get stuck on things.
An emotional embrace
a bow for my heart strings
play the rhythm of compassion,
held in my eyes is life, and life alone.
A heart touched is a heart felt.