Ive lived in bondage for so long that I dont know how to be myself anymore. I make all my decisions based on others opinions. How do I live for myself when I don’t know how to do anything on my own. When will I ever learn to just break free.
its the binding of two hearts that become one. when love is forever true their love binds their hearts together as one. true love can be found right in front of your nose.
The shy, little girl sat on the bench, waiting patiently for her mother. She touched the binding on her lace jacket and watched the door for signs of her mother to appear but a sinking feeling was coming over the little girl. Maybe mommie would come back to get her…again.
And the two where finally binding, like two leafs that never touched until they got to the ground, they were their whole life separated until later in their life’s, where they finally had the chance to meet, to bind.
“The binding is slipping again,” The doctor explained quietly. I could only stare at his shoes, barely listening to him. ‘Again? It was happening to me AGAIN?’ “We’ll need to perform another operation to see what is causing the split.”
Her chest binding was incredibly tight, she could barely breathe – but that was the price of going from a female to a male right? She hated the fact she had to bind her chest down, and cut her hair and act like a boy all in order to help her friend out. Aria looked straight ahead into the mirror, her binding chest, short hair, no make-up…she looked like an actual man.
Binding of a notebook? A binding promise? Easy to make but hard to keep. The Binding of Isaac? Don’t know much about that. Maybe he made a promise that he couldn’t keep.
There was nothing more I could do. No matter what he’d done to me, no matter how bad he hurt me, all i could do is stare into those soulless eyes, binding me like a wicked snake to the ice in his chest he called a heart. He was right when he said it before; he’s a monster.
The marriage was binding. There was no turning back. The capes blown rightly from the shoulders of the men. The women bowed heads and let hems of gowns trace dissatisfaction in the mud.
He let me away from the mountain, my fingers latched to his heavy gauntlet, the armor cold and uninviting against my touch. I looked into his scratched face and wondered what kind of knight I had married. If he was a knight at all.
The rope that binded her was one of distaste — it was much too thick and coarse for her liking, and she knew it would marr her skin.
“Okay, joke’s over,” she cried out to the darkness that surrounded her. There was no answer. It was then that she realized the binding of the rope was to keep her there — forever. They left her there to die.
“Wind, become a binding chain!” Sakura yells as she tries to capture another Clow Card.
In the distance, Syoaran waits and watches, proud and enthusiastic about how well Sakura has done, even if it means he won’t be the Master of the Clow.
the binding forces which restrict us all will continue to stop us three years hence. Perhaps at the end of our journey we will look back on these binding moments and smile and enjoy the freedom we now possess. I wish that I could truly believe in this far off future but every moment it grows harder.
my life is binding. i feel so fucking stuck that i cant even fucking breathe it seems. i want to bind my heart from feeling sometimes. it hurts to be. i try so hard to get out of here, but i feel no hope. i want to know where i lost it. because i know its gone forever. forever is too long.
The spell should have worked. Now, with chaos all around her, she panics. Hailing words and slinging spells left and right, she tried the best she could. But to no avail, the mayhem did not stop. She had lost.
Racheal held the binding in her hand. She knew it wouldn’t work, but she still had to try. Racheal knew that the binding was powerful – it had been since she broke her two left fingers. It had held her broken hand together. She took the binding and wrapped it around her fingers. THERE. Now it would keep them safe and allow them to heal. Then she took her binder and headed out of the choir room. Out to the classes where students would write on her binding. Her beautiful binding.
Family is binding. You can’t pick your family, like you can your friends or your marriage mate. No matter what, your family is a part of you. Even if you avoid them, you can never sever the bind that you have with them.
Chained up with rope behind my back
Clinking clanking, hear the beat
Of cord snapped across leather bounds
That secure my freely-flailing feet.
How may I escape
This self-chained fate
Before too late?
People say love is binding, but it really isn’t. These days, love doesn’t seem to tie anyone down. People turn their backs on the ones they love, or the one you love can turn their back on you. Many say that they “fall out of love”.
There I stand, at the end of the pier, melding my mind with the sun, binding my soul to the sea. The salt in the air is so soothing, like being wrapped in gentle arms. Here, I feel relief from the struggle in my heart. Here, I start to realize that maybe this hurt has nothing to do with you at all.
The ribbon fell while the girl ran away from the man, but she didn’t have time to retrieve it. It got lost in the woods as a reminder of the girl that she was never safe.
love is the thing that binds us to others.
it is the holding that no one can fight.
Binding people to one another like hot glue.
Binding the world to itself
Her ribbon fell so fast while she run escaping from the man, but she didn’t have time to retrieve it. The ribbon got lost in the woods as a reminder of the girl that she was never safe.
Binding is what holds books together. Books are knowledge and without them we would be lost. Knowledge is wat runs the world, well money is important too i guess. Anyway books hold information that can only be read like history and math
USed to hold a book together, without it we wouldnt be able to read books becasue they would just fall apart and how awful would that be because books are full of knowlede and we need them to learn knew things about history and math and other things like that.
Her sister had an old teddy bear, its fur worn thin and its limbs loose at the seams. The teddy bear was falling into disrepair, not out of negligence, but the opposite, a love so strong it had damaged all exterior, so that the interior may become visible.
Similarly, she had a leather-bound notebook, the leather worn thin and the binding loose at the seams. While her sister told stories to her teddy bear, she wrote hers in her notebook.
There was nothing binding about their friendship. There was nothing constant, or frequent, nothing that obliged her to be there when her friend wanted or required her to come when her friend called. No promises of eternal love had been made, or were ever likely to be… and yet… and yet, she could never fail her friend. The mere thought brought bile to her throat.
Perhaps they didn’t need to be welded together with passionate exclamations of their attachment. Perhaps from the first time they saw each other, they were simply bound.
Steel is bound to steel as these monoliths are forged with last of our worlds natural resources. Men working 12 hour rotating shifts binding metal tireless together in intricately patterns to create the steel giants left arm, it is the last part of this giant to be finished, it stands idle before me staring off ahead waiting for the day to be activated. A cold emotionless derelict of our world. We plan on sending them out amongst the cosmic sandbox we call the galaxy. Some will travel to furthest reaches of the galaxy asking for help, some will travel to bring life to planets long thought prime for colonization but there is a great fear that many will arrive late to their destinations and will only leave a cold husk of a giant as a reminder of our violent world.
We weren’t always this way we once found peace amongst ourselves, learned to accept each other differences and in time even prefer people who were different instead of people who seemed plain or “normal.” For a time we prospered, reject old ways of thinking and accepted the hard truths of our world but inevitable like any junkie trying to kick a habit, we relapsed back into our old ways.
Then a plan arose to expand into the cosmos. These monoliths, these creatures of steel are not instruments of war but instead a symbol of our infinite hubris and our obsession to shape something in our own image. The yearning to play god, but if you ask me if these things ever do meet another civilization of aliens and then we end up meeting them. Well aren’t we going to look like fools when they are expecting all powerful gods that created these iron titans and are greeted by mere feeble mortal men such as ourselves.
-Titus Young
Head of Security
Project Chroma
24, May, 2065
You have a binding come each choice you make. You are your choices. Sometimes this is a grim sentence. Sometimes it’s a realization of your fortunes and intelligence. Whatever it is, you are bound to it. This life contract is binding.
The rope bit a little. Through a little adjustment she was able to get some blood flowing back into her hands as she struggled to get free. All the while her captor just kept looking at the clock, unconcerned with her actions, yet still keeping a expectant look on his face.
A binding of a book, when someone wants to be professional or to make it look pretty. The bonding of eternal love: marriage<3: a binding of two people forever. A binding law, a law you cannot break no matter what. A binding promise, a promise you'd never want to break. Ever.
Binds tie and never let go, they can be used to secure things and keep them safe, comfortable and secure, binds. Binding can hurt like Chinese feet, but they didn’t mind they just thought it was beautiful.
Ive lived in bondage for so long that I dont know how to be myself anymore. I make all my decisions based on others opinions. How do I live for myself when I don’t know how to do anything on my own. When will I ever learn to just break free.
Ahoj ty starej vole, jak se máš? Večer si měl na hnáno, co? Myslel sis, že si pro tebe přišel Venca Lohniský… Potil ses jako
its the binding of two hearts that become one. when love is forever true their love binds their hearts together as one. true love can be found right in front of your nose.
i used some tape as binding. to bind it.
-seems like it’ll do the trick.
-not if it keeps falling off, heh.
-…what? it’s–
-six times. have you tried the new pizza in the cafeteria?
-no.
-it’s good.
The shy, little girl sat on the bench, waiting patiently for her mother. She touched the binding on her lace jacket and watched the door for signs of her mother to appear but a sinking feeling was coming over the little girl. Maybe mommie would come back to get her…again.
And the two where finally binding, like two leafs that never touched until they got to the ground, they were their whole life separated until later in their life’s, where they finally had the chance to meet, to bind.
“The binding is slipping again,” The doctor explained quietly. I could only stare at his shoes, barely listening to him. ‘Again? It was happening to me AGAIN?’ “We’ll need to perform another operation to see what is causing the split.”
Her chest binding was incredibly tight, she could barely breathe – but that was the price of going from a female to a male right? She hated the fact she had to bind her chest down, and cut her hair and act like a boy all in order to help her friend out. Aria looked straight ahead into the mirror, her binding chest, short hair, no make-up…she looked like an actual man.
Binding of a notebook? A binding promise? Easy to make but hard to keep. The Binding of Isaac? Don’t know much about that. Maybe he made a promise that he couldn’t keep.
She was bonded. And to the people that she hated the most. It was as if she was their personal slave.
There was nothing more I could do. No matter what he’d done to me, no matter how bad he hurt me, all i could do is stare into those soulless eyes, binding me like a wicked snake to the ice in his chest he called a heart. He was right when he said it before; he’s a monster.
-Crudelis et Purus
The marriage was binding. There was no turning back. The capes blown rightly from the shoulders of the men. The women bowed heads and let hems of gowns trace dissatisfaction in the mud.
He let me away from the mountain, my fingers latched to his heavy gauntlet, the armor cold and uninviting against my touch. I looked into his scratched face and wondered what kind of knight I had married. If he was a knight at all.
Confusing thoughts were binding her to her own mind. She was trapped, unable to express her feelings nor stop feeling them at all.
The rope that binded her was one of distaste — it was much too thick and coarse for her liking, and she knew it would marr her skin.
“Okay, joke’s over,” she cried out to the darkness that surrounded her. There was no answer. It was then that she realized the binding of the rope was to keep her there — forever. They left her there to die.
“Wind, become a binding chain!” Sakura yells as she tries to capture another Clow Card.
In the distance, Syoaran waits and watches, proud and enthusiastic about how well Sakura has done, even if it means he won’t be the Master of the Clow.
the binding forces which restrict us all will continue to stop us three years hence. Perhaps at the end of our journey we will look back on these binding moments and smile and enjoy the freedom we now possess. I wish that I could truly believe in this far off future but every moment it grows harder.
Binding together books just ruins your next reading experience.
Your words fit right into the pockets of my heart’s lonely receptors, and my body stays immune to everything else that you are.
my life is binding. i feel so fucking stuck that i cant even fucking breathe it seems. i want to bind my heart from feeling sometimes. it hurts to be. i try so hard to get out of here, but i feel no hope. i want to know where i lost it. because i know its gone forever. forever is too long.
The spell should have worked. Now, with chaos all around her, she panics. Hailing words and slinging spells left and right, she tried the best she could. But to no avail, the mayhem did not stop. She had lost.
Racheal held the binding in her hand. She knew it wouldn’t work, but she still had to try. Racheal knew that the binding was powerful – it had been since she broke her two left fingers. It had held her broken hand together. She took the binding and wrapped it around her fingers. THERE. Now it would keep them safe and allow them to heal. Then she took her binder and headed out of the choir room. Out to the classes where students would write on her binding. Her beautiful binding.
Family is binding. You can’t pick your family, like you can your friends or your marriage mate. No matter what, your family is a part of you. Even if you avoid them, you can never sever the bind that you have with them.
Chained up with rope behind my back
Clinking clanking, hear the beat
Of cord snapped across leather bounds
That secure my freely-flailing feet.
How may I escape
This self-chained fate
Before too late?
People say love is binding, but it really isn’t. These days, love doesn’t seem to tie anyone down. People turn their backs on the ones they love, or the one you love can turn their back on you. Many say that they “fall out of love”.
There I stand, at the end of the pier, melding my mind with the sun, binding my soul to the sea. The salt in the air is so soothing, like being wrapped in gentle arms. Here, I feel relief from the struggle in my heart. Here, I start to realize that maybe this hurt has nothing to do with you at all.
The ribbon fell while the girl ran away from the man, but she didn’t have time to retrieve it. It got lost in the woods as a reminder of the girl that she was never safe.
love is the thing that binds us to others.
it is the holding that no one can fight.
Binding people to one another like hot glue.
Binding the world to itself
chains are binding, like his hands, his body is like quick sand. the more i fight the deeper i sink,
Her ribbon fell so fast while she run escaping from the man, but she didn’t have time to retrieve it. The ribbon got lost in the woods as a reminder of the girl that she was never safe.
i don’t know what that means
Binding is what holds books together. Books are knowledge and without them we would be lost. Knowledge is wat runs the world, well money is important too i guess. Anyway books hold information that can only be read like history and math
USed to hold a book together, without it we wouldnt be able to read books becasue they would just fall apart and how awful would that be because books are full of knowlede and we need them to learn knew things about history and math and other things like that.
Bound to the shackles of dominance she wept, cursing her inner morals for submitting to the hands of false tenderness and dove into misery.
Binding.
Her sister had an old teddy bear, its fur worn thin and its limbs loose at the seams. The teddy bear was falling into disrepair, not out of negligence, but the opposite, a love so strong it had damaged all exterior, so that the interior may become visible.
Similarly, she had a leather-bound notebook, the leather worn thin and the binding loose at the seams. While her sister told stories to her teddy bear, she wrote hers in her notebook.
There was nothing binding about their friendship. There was nothing constant, or frequent, nothing that obliged her to be there when her friend wanted or required her to come when her friend called. No promises of eternal love had been made, or were ever likely to be… and yet… and yet, she could never fail her friend. The mere thought brought bile to her throat.
Perhaps they didn’t need to be welded together with passionate exclamations of their attachment. Perhaps from the first time they saw each other, they were simply bound.
Steel is bound to steel as these monoliths are forged with last of our worlds natural resources. Men working 12 hour rotating shifts binding metal tireless together in intricately patterns to create the steel giants left arm, it is the last part of this giant to be finished, it stands idle before me staring off ahead waiting for the day to be activated. A cold emotionless derelict of our world. We plan on sending them out amongst the cosmic sandbox we call the galaxy. Some will travel to furthest reaches of the galaxy asking for help, some will travel to bring life to planets long thought prime for colonization but there is a great fear that many will arrive late to their destinations and will only leave a cold husk of a giant as a reminder of our violent world.
We weren’t always this way we once found peace amongst ourselves, learned to accept each other differences and in time even prefer people who were different instead of people who seemed plain or “normal.” For a time we prospered, reject old ways of thinking and accepted the hard truths of our world but inevitable like any junkie trying to kick a habit, we relapsed back into our old ways.
Then a plan arose to expand into the cosmos. These monoliths, these creatures of steel are not instruments of war but instead a symbol of our infinite hubris and our obsession to shape something in our own image. The yearning to play god, but if you ask me if these things ever do meet another civilization of aliens and then we end up meeting them. Well aren’t we going to look like fools when they are expecting all powerful gods that created these iron titans and are greeted by mere feeble mortal men such as ourselves.
-Titus Young
Head of Security
Project Chroma
24, May, 2065
You have a binding come each choice you make. You are your choices. Sometimes this is a grim sentence. Sometimes it’s a realization of your fortunes and intelligence. Whatever it is, you are bound to it. This life contract is binding.
The rope bit a little. Through a little adjustment she was able to get some blood flowing back into her hands as she struggled to get free. All the while her captor just kept looking at the clock, unconcerned with her actions, yet still keeping a expectant look on his face.
A binding of a book, when someone wants to be professional or to make it look pretty. The bonding of eternal love: marriage<3: a binding of two people forever. A binding law, a law you cannot break no matter what. A binding promise, a promise you'd never want to break. Ever.
Binds tie and never let go, they can be used to secure things and keep them safe, comfortable and secure, binds. Binding can hurt like Chinese feet, but they didn’t mind they just thought it was beautiful.