The tearing, ripping feeling engulfed my whole existence. That which protected me, that which I believed kept me safe, instead caused me immeasurable pain. It hurt, but it also set me free.
doesn’t really ease your pain, it just covers it up. It lets other’s know you’ve been hurting, thus inducing sympathy while allowing you to stay humble because everybody else thinks it’s a big deal.
In the office where I work there are two bandages to choose from. Either sponge bob or barbie. I judge people based on what kind of bandage they take. I don’t favor one or the other, I just enjoy judging people.
i poured the neosporin onto my open and red wound. Peeled the sides off off the bandage that was soon to cover it. I thought about what would happen if i let it keep bleeding. What if we all kept bleeding?
This bandage that catches my blood and tears, left me feeling everything that surrounds you the passion, and the memory of you. These skinned knees from praying to hard, waiting for some angel to save my soul. But this blackness seeps into the floor. This bandage is nothing but a quick fix, another wall to climb. To shed more skin and wonder whats next. This life isnt all its cracked up to be, unless I pull the blinds back to let the sun come in. These shades weigh a ton and my strength is like a sinking hole. Ill rip this band aid off and let the blood flow, I know Im alive as it stains my clothes.
helps in aid and protection. Its used during injuries to prevent bleeding and further damage to the wound. Its done by doctors and can be done at home as well. It aids in faster healing and protecting thw wound. Bandage has been a safe system to prevent excessive bleeding. Doctors follow various methods of applying bandage based on the type of wounds and the damage it causes o the person.
When we were teenagers and young adults and, oh who am I kidding, just last year, we used this common bathroom accessory as a metaphor for ourselves when our relationships failed. “He needed me but now he doesn’t. He tore me off like a used bandage.” Oh, the angst of self-imposed responsibility.
I think of getting myself healed. Not only does that have to do with physical things but i experience it when i’m trying to fix emotional problems like with words or actions or food can be my bandage. It could help the world or fix something or you may have to many for yourself. You can even share them.
It was quite a cut; my head was bleeding & my shirt was soaked. I was five years old & I tripped & fell on the edge of the cement sidewalk. Mother was shocked.
“You can’t just put a bandage on a relationship and expect it to heal,” she said. I knew that too well. I wasn’t taking this lightly at all, and my heart shivered with the guilt, suffering, and anguish I felt all day long. Breaking up with someone is never easy, especially when it’s your first, and it’s a relationship you’ve held dearly to for years. I like to think we both got something out of it, and matured greatly, but it will take much more time and much more than a bandage to let it all heal up and the tears to fade away.
what hurts more than a bandage ripped slowly off. like a piece of oneself, the little hairs that sting and tear. sometimes we are connect to those that protect us, even if it destined that we part. I was kept safe from the dirt and grime of the world but enevitably my bandage had to go.
emotional bandage or physical bandage? Two very different types of healing – one to keep your internal liquids internal, and the other to keep your inner thoughts hates loves worries anguishes and feelings from overboiling — bandages are very necessary to us all
Bandage my broken body. Sigh… I could use a bandage of that size right about now. If not that then one good enough to stop my bleeding heart from giving way. Why does it hurt so much every time?
One day as I sat with a friend in the local bar, I dropped a glass causing shards of glass to fly everywhere. The second everyone had subdued from the shock of the noise, they realized I had needed a bandage for the huge gash in my foot.
the last bandage i put on my finger was a covering for a silly mistake, on a day that i certainly wasn’t happy with so far… cut your finger open with a knife you’ve been using to slice onions & lemons, and you’ll understand my frustration. I didn’t want to be running that damn salad bar today, in the first damn place! My knife skills suck, and i know it… then, Martin mas to sneak up behind me with the big skillet and reach over my head with no warning, to hang it up… you’re damn right i’m going to jump a little. And i managed to slice my finger open too.
The bandage that fell off of his thigh when he ran across the street could have been a jackson pollack painting of blood. His wound, still fresh, burned as it came into contact of the cool autumn day. He tried to slap the bandage back into place, but was too late, and ended up slapping his wound as he ran
bandaged hands and fingers torn. his bloody charred remains smoked slowly in dusky light of the setting sun. she sat some steps away, removed from the mess and the reality. the tears had long ago dried and instead her face was set a stoney stoicism for the task ahead. she knew what must come next, as surely as the unborn child within her would one day be born. there was only one word for her future now. vengeance.
On my big toe was a bandage, a typical beige bandage from my medicine cabinet. I had just dropped a brick on my toe, and the large nail was peeling off. The entire toe was covered in blood.
I hurt myself and needed to bandage it up so it could heal, glad there was the right bandage for my wound. When the bandage comes off I hope I am healed.
Sarah giggled as I patted her foot and nodded at her. “Right, well…” I began, making for the door. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. Yes, things were to get quite uncomfortable…
a bandage is a very useful tool. It can help with any injury or wound, that is unless it is a burn. You want to be very careful with bandages when you get a burn. If you wrap the bandage too tightly than you will take the skin up with it when you remove said bandage. Bandage’s are truly remarkable things, but in general this is a very strange statement.
well a bandage is used for many things and i believe thjat on of them is for covering up bruises or things that were implicated with oneself injuring onself bandages!!! gahahahahaaatyt. rrtrtrth
a bandage.
was exactly what i
needed
to hold myself together
i couldn’t find enough
and settled for painter’s tape instead.
temporary solution
then again,
so is
a bandage.
blood soaked thru his bandage. but he breathed a sigh of relief. because he was awake. and alive. and thus maybe a second chance was in order. He looked around the room. It was quite with the excpetion of a female nurse who’s face was turned away from him. He couldn’t see her but
are for scrapes, cuts and blood
when kira bit me i had to use one
and so did nisha
it was blody and the bandage stopped me from bleeding to death
i wud be dead without it
lol no just kidding
bandages are coool
doctors use it but we use the cheap kinds
cuz we are from canada
and here its cheap to buy
It came off, so slowly. You wouldn’t even know it, if not for the pain. We try and heal gently, taking tiny steps. Removing the bandages one at a time. Instead of jumping in again, falling in love again.
The bandage was tightly wrapped around his bleeding knee. He could hear the gunfire around him, could feel the hard earth under his calloused hands, but he didn’t care. He looked up at his savior’s face, a war-hardened medic, anonymous to everyone.
i have bandaids and many issues with the sterile as they say on the package, by the time I open and put on they are fingered all over and there is nothing sterile about a bandage. Bandages save lives and they are good, they are necessary and they are worth all we do with them.
The tearing, ripping feeling engulfed my whole existence. That which protected me, that which I believed kept me safe, instead caused me immeasurable pain. It hurt, but it also set me free.
doesn’t really ease your pain, it just covers it up. It lets other’s know you’ve been hurting, thus inducing sympathy while allowing you to stay humble because everybody else thinks it’s a big deal.
In the office where I work there are two bandages to choose from. Either sponge bob or barbie. I judge people based on what kind of bandage they take. I don’t favor one or the other, I just enjoy judging people.
i poured the neosporin onto my open and red wound. Peeled the sides off off the bandage that was soon to cover it. I thought about what would happen if i let it keep bleeding. What if we all kept bleeding?
This bandage that catches my blood and tears, left me feeling everything that surrounds you the passion, and the memory of you. These skinned knees from praying to hard, waiting for some angel to save my soul. But this blackness seeps into the floor. This bandage is nothing but a quick fix, another wall to climb. To shed more skin and wonder whats next. This life isnt all its cracked up to be, unless I pull the blinds back to let the sun come in. These shades weigh a ton and my strength is like a sinking hole. Ill rip this band aid off and let the blood flow, I know Im alive as it stains my clothes.
helps in aid and protection. Its used during injuries to prevent bleeding and further damage to the wound. Its done by doctors and can be done at home as well. It aids in faster healing and protecting thw wound. Bandage has been a safe system to prevent excessive bleeding. Doctors follow various methods of applying bandage based on the type of wounds and the damage it causes o the person.
When we were teenagers and young adults and, oh who am I kidding, just last year, we used this common bathroom accessory as a metaphor for ourselves when our relationships failed. “He needed me but now he doesn’t. He tore me off like a used bandage.” Oh, the angst of self-imposed responsibility.
I think of getting myself healed. Not only does that have to do with physical things but i experience it when i’m trying to fix emotional problems like with words or actions or food can be my bandage. It could help the world or fix something or you may have to many for yourself. You can even share them.
i like see our world living in a peace forever without wars
i slipped and cut my finger, so i used a bandage to cover the wound.
It was quite a cut; my head was bleeding & my shirt was soaked. I was five years old & I tripped & fell on the edge of the cement sidewalk. Mother was shocked.
“You can’t just put a bandage on a relationship and expect it to heal,” she said. I knew that too well. I wasn’t taking this lightly at all, and my heart shivered with the guilt, suffering, and anguish I felt all day long. Breaking up with someone is never easy, especially when it’s your first, and it’s a relationship you’ve held dearly to for years. I like to think we both got something out of it, and matured greatly, but it will take much more time and much more than a bandage to let it all heal up and the tears to fade away.
Your wounds. Suck it up. What’s your fucking problem anyways?
What is this, the end of the world? Grow up. Boohoo, life is over.
Fuck all of you.
it hurts so much
but all i do is put a cover on it
but then when i rip it off
SCREAM!
pain in my chest
no more bandages
let the wounds bleed.
mersa what the hell…why bring that into the shop? make me sanitize everything…and now i accidentally bleached my shirt wtf man
what hurts more than a bandage ripped slowly off. like a piece of oneself, the little hairs that sting and tear. sometimes we are connect to those that protect us, even if it destined that we part. I was kept safe from the dirt and grime of the world but enevitably my bandage had to go.
it hurts so much
but all i do is put a cover on it
but then when i rip it off
SCREAM!
pain in my chest
no more bandages
let the wounds bleed.
emotional bandage or physical bandage? Two very different types of healing – one to keep your internal liquids internal, and the other to keep your inner thoughts hates loves worries anguishes and feelings from overboiling — bandages are very necessary to us all
Bandage my broken body. Sigh… I could use a bandage of that size right about now. If not that then one good enough to stop my bleeding heart from giving way. Why does it hurt so much every time?
One day as I sat with a friend in the local bar, I dropped a glass causing shards of glass to fly everywhere. The second everyone had subdued from the shock of the noise, they realized I had needed a bandage for the huge gash in my foot.
the last bandage i put on my finger was a covering for a silly mistake, on a day that i certainly wasn’t happy with so far… cut your finger open with a knife you’ve been using to slice onions & lemons, and you’ll understand my frustration. I didn’t want to be running that damn salad bar today, in the first damn place! My knife skills suck, and i know it… then, Martin mas to sneak up behind me with the big skillet and reach over my head with no warning, to hang it up… you’re damn right i’m going to jump a little. And i managed to slice my finger open too.
The bandage that fell off of his thigh when he ran across the street could have been a jackson pollack painting of blood. His wound, still fresh, burned as it came into contact of the cool autumn day. He tried to slap the bandage back into place, but was too late, and ended up slapping his wound as he ran
Ive got blisters on me fingers!
Bandage will fix that right up.i
bandaged hands and fingers torn. his bloody charred remains smoked slowly in dusky light of the setting sun. she sat some steps away, removed from the mess and the reality. the tears had long ago dried and instead her face was set a stoney stoicism for the task ahead. she knew what must come next, as surely as the unborn child within her would one day be born. there was only one word for her future now. vengeance.
On my big toe was a bandage, a typical beige bandage from my medicine cabinet. I had just dropped a brick on my toe, and the large nail was peeling off. The entire toe was covered in blood.
I hurt myself and needed to bandage it up so it could heal, glad there was the right bandage for my wound. When the bandage comes off I hope I am healed.
It protects like nothing else. The different colors have the healing powers that you wouldn’t think they would. Its wonderful.
Sarah giggled as I patted her foot and nodded at her. “Right, well…” I began, making for the door. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. Yes, things were to get quite uncomfortable…
a bandage is a very useful tool. It can help with any injury or wound, that is unless it is a burn. You want to be very careful with bandages when you get a burn. If you wrap the bandage too tightly than you will take the skin up with it when you remove said bandage. Bandage’s are truly remarkable things, but in general this is a very strange statement.
bandages are always usefull they help you heal faster there are many different kinds of bandages to name a few elastic bandage adeheseve bandage
well a bandage is used for many things and i believe thjat on of them is for covering up bruises or things that were implicated with oneself injuring onself bandages!!! gahahahahaaatyt. rrtrtrth
East Carolina football is a bloody wound on my soul. I need a bandage.
The bandage on his arm snagged as he set the paper bags on the counter, pulling back to reveal an intricate lace of scabwork and stitches.
a bandage.
was exactly what i
needed
to hold myself together
i couldn’t find enough
and settled for painter’s tape instead.
temporary solution
then again,
so is
a bandage.
blood soaked thru his bandage. but he breathed a sigh of relief. because he was awake. and alive. and thus maybe a second chance was in order. He looked around the room. It was quite with the excpetion of a female nurse who’s face was turned away from him. He couldn’t see her but
are for scrapes, cuts and blood
when kira bit me i had to use one
and so did nisha
it was blody and the bandage stopped me from bleeding to death
i wud be dead without it
lol no just kidding
bandages are coool
doctors use it but we use the cheap kinds
cuz we are from canada
and here its cheap to buy
pain, damage, feels bad, fragile, depression, quick fix, victorian medicine
It came off, so slowly. You wouldn’t even know it, if not for the pain. We try and heal gently, taking tiny steps. Removing the bandages one at a time. Instead of jumping in again, falling in love again.
The bandage was tightly wrapped around his bleeding knee. He could hear the gunfire around him, could feel the hard earth under his calloused hands, but he didn’t care. He looked up at his savior’s face, a war-hardened medic, anonymous to everyone.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
“No problem.”
i have bandaids and many issues with the sterile as they say on the package, by the time I open and put on they are fingered all over and there is nothing sterile about a bandage. Bandages save lives and they are good, they are necessary and they are worth all we do with them.