when i was being bitten by a dog, all i could see in front of my eyes were the 14e injections i had to take in my stomach. being bitten is far less scarier than the aftermath of the bite.
It was shiny, tantalizingly red. She held it in her hand, rubbing the pads of her fingers across the skin. She thought for a moment, meeting the eyes of her lover, before biting into the apple.
Have you ever fallen so hard for someone you feel you’ll never rise again. Bitten by a love that sucks you dry. I feel ashamed and empty. Lost and all alone. Please return what you stole from me.
She glanced at the blood-red apple lying in the palm of her hand. Sinking her teeth into its bitter flesh, burning thoughts consumed her judgment. How easy it is devour this apple, yet not the will of her enemies. Bitten by resentment, she tossed the half eaten core to the ground, leaving it to rot.
once bitten, you’ll never stray again. I had heard this again and again throughout my life. I had always thought it was just some hokey sating about love. I never thought it had deeper repercussions.
bitten by first touch to see finally what might be made clear, that I stand naked in the sinking rain and let is douse my skin as I traced circles round your callouses and felt your pulse beat against mine in the knowledge that all shall never be and I hold onto my heart and let it drown in the puddles forming round my rain boots and all that can breathe from my lips is, god, I swore I’d never write anything like this… but you make me feel in shapes, in colors, in ways that music flows through my veins and electrifies each note. such a real to which I have never been privy to, me, who would have thought, but the band plays on after the baton has fallen from the skies and I must not continue, for it would destroy us.
bitten by first touch to see finally what might be made clear, that I stand naked in the sinking rain and let is douse my skin as I traced circles round your callouses and felt your pulse beat against mine in the knowledge that all shall never be and I hold onto my heart and let it drown in the puddles forming round my rain boots and all that can breathe from my lips is, god, I swore I’d never write anything like this
My leg swelled, and my breathing became labored. I reached out a hand, grabbing Jeremy’s pant leg.
“Bitten.” The only word I could muster, trying to show the urgency of my circumstances.
She was bitten by such a vile creature.
The creature made sure to suck every bit of her soul away from her.
The sun was dull and days grew longer, but in her heart
abscence makes the heart grow fonder.
She was serious.
He was not.
There was nothing left because he had sucked her dry.
I couldn’t get enough all of a sudden. Lifting weights, aerobics, dance, one activity after another. Something had taken a hold of me and I couldn’t stop now, I wouldn’t, this was too great, such a rush.
i love being in the woods, surrounded by mother nature. however, i do fear that i will accidentally run into a rattlesnake while out hiking about and die after being bitten. though i have already run into a few rattlers, it’s still a fear.
How has it come to this? How does one get bitten so suddenly by the rudest, most deeply rooted need to shout, scream, cry visceral hatred at any who happen to bypass their area? I somehow feel, fathoms inside of my soul, that I hate everyone, even the ones who’ve done nothing to me. Especially the ones who’ve done nothing to me. What is my purpose here when I will not attempt to fulfill it? I want to vanish in an explosive whirl, destroy everything. How has it come to this?
How has it come to this? How does one get bitten so suddenly by the rudest, most deeply rooted need to shout, scream, cry visceral hatred at any who happen to bypass their area? I somehow feel, fathoms inside of my soul, that I hate everyone, even the ones who’ve done nothing to me. Especially the one’s who’ve done nothing to me. How has it come to this?
The sweat on my brow. The mark on my knuckle where I had clamped down on it with my teeth to stop the world. All this now became very real. I hadn’t intended to open the door, my body just led me to it, drew me in. I couldn’t watch, I slammed it behind me. Now, the taste is all there is. The cooling sweat, the crimson droplet resting on my pierced knuckle and the iron taste of blood in my mouth.
I was bitten before I knew it. The smell of the grass, the crackling twigs beneath my boots, it just endeared me. And then the sting came, and I knew it would never be the same.
i feel terrible… today could be the worst day in my life. i kicked someone’s elbow during karate, lost my phone and now i’m using this crappy one… i feel like i got bitten from some kind of bad luck monster. what kind of madness is this???
“Great, I’ve been bitten by a mosquito.” Those were the words that might as well have been her last, as her immune system wasn’t exactly cut out for battling the ensuing malaria. So it goes.
It was boring and bland but he said nothing, for fear he would be attacked and have chunks of his flesh bitten out in repayment for his honesty. So he chocked down the oatmeal, drank his coffee and kissed Mary on the cheek on his way out the door.
Oatmeal. His life had become oatmeal. Bland and boring. At this point, even having his flesh bitten out in chunks would be more desirable. At least it would be SOMETHING.
I’ve got scars on my body where life has bitten me. A little chunk of flesh here or there is nothing. But day by day, the chunks start adding up. An arm. A leg. And now life has taken everything but my heart.
If you leave bitten skin uncleaned, it festers.
That was the first lesson he learned after he had foolishly forsaken the safety that comes with numbers.
And, alone and running out of bullets, he then realized that the smell of putrification only calls more of them to you.
She smiled, showing too many rows of multicolored broken-glass teeth.
“You can come with me. I’ll take you where you need to go.” She gestured grandly up at her hut, which was now strutting in circles on its chicken legs, occasionally pausing to scratch for prey on the dark forest floor.
She looked at me, waiting for an answer, but all I could do was stare at her teeth. They glinted in the forest’s eerie half light each time she moved her mouth. She had a kind, elderly face not unlike my own grandmother, but those teeth… no two were the same size or color. It was almost as though she collected shards of stained glass for safekeeping in her gums.
“Let Baba take you where you need to go”, she persisted.
There was something predatory in her smile, something putting me on edge. Behind her, the house had found a small weasel and was now ripping it to bloody shreds with its talons.
She continued, mentioning how she could make us mushroom stew and showing me her basket full of red toadstools freckled with white, but all I could think was that I did not want her to sink those jagged teeth into me.
I stare down at my knuckles, where they’d been bitten by the wooden bench that I smashed in a mixture of sadness, regret, and hatred. The wounds were healing still, but no doubt they’d leave a scar to forever remind me why I should never trust people with how I feel again.
When bitten by a kitten, hey that rhymes, it kinda hurts. I’m allergic, so it swells up and gets all itchy. But, when bitten by a puppy, I can just laugh it off. I hope I’m never bitten by a vampire, unless it’s Spike.
Life has bitten me in the ass over and over and I am tired of hearing from other people who don’t know me telling me that life is hard. Who the fuck are they to say that life is hard. Everything is relative and I hate that expression that life is hard. I fucking know, I’ve been in my life from time to time and it hasn’t been the easiest so quit telling me that life is hard because I don’t know your experience and you sure as hell don’t know mine and also there is not some life-suckiness scale to rate the suckiness of our lives up against so shut the hell up and quit giving me that you need to grow up and fucking learn that life is hard blah blah blah. Suck my fucking fat one okay. Life has been hard for me, you haven’t been in my shoes, I haven’t been in yours. I am not judging you so don’t fucking judge me.
Out at sea, he watched the horizon sink deep into the dark waters. He’d been bitten by a hideous animal earlier, and he held his arm in a wet bandage full of the pride of his homeland. He had to get back, but the sun would do for now. Yes, the sun would do for now.
She was pretty bitten in the neck by Edward Cullen, who, in his aptitude, had integrated some binomials concurrently. Then she turned into a vampire. Wait, shit, I’m supposed to use the first person.
I was pretty bitten in the neck by Edward Cullen, who sparkled in the sunlight literally like a million diamonds were embedded in his skin, his luscious tongue dangling in the moonlight who, in his clever intellect, had created some apples like Adam and Eve.
It was the festival, and he was very very drunk. There was a cap and bells upon his head, and they jingled in what he felt must positively be a fetching manner; not to mention the motley that rendered him bright and merry. He was the very life of any party he chose to enlighten, and he had enlightened many parties indeed on that long night of Festival.
bitten at the heart is the thing that can change a human life and fuck his mind up. lose sense of sens and shit like that….. loves drives you crazy, but i guess its worth it
It wasn’t that she fell in love with him. She was convinced that she was conned into it, almost like she had no choice. It was like she was vampire-bitten and she was in this state of perpetual dopiness forever.
Koyomi Araragi found situations embedded to himself the same manner in which he had witnessed Shinbou linger in whatever dank, frozen place she normally found herself about. Nonetheless, he accepted them. Not that he would have any opportunity to refuse, because just as he would something even more terrible would wind around to swat him in the face. In fact, this too was just as synched in his existence just as complex and ultimately disfiguring excitement was. Vampires were, afterward, somewhat off the beaten track and then maybe thrown around against a wall some.
when i was being bitten by a dog, all i could see in front of my eyes were the 14e injections i had to take in my stomach. being bitten is far less scarier than the aftermath of the bite.
It was shiny, tantalizingly red. She held it in her hand, rubbing the pads of her fingers across the skin. She thought for a moment, meeting the eyes of her lover, before biting into the apple.
“Ouch!” she shrieked. “He bit me!”
Never mind that he was only a parakeet, and that she wasn’t bleeding. Or even hurt, really. Four-year-olds always exaggerate.
Have you ever fallen so hard for someone you feel you’ll never rise again. Bitten by a love that sucks you dry. I feel ashamed and empty. Lost and all alone. Please return what you stole from me.
Ow! Ouch. Yes. No. Yes. Please? Yes. Okay. Fine. Blood. Smeared teeth.
Never shy. Bite again. And again. And, bloody hell! Again.
She glanced at the blood-red apple lying in the palm of her hand. Sinking her teeth into its bitter flesh, burning thoughts consumed her judgment. How easy it is devour this apple, yet not the will of her enemies. Bitten by resentment, she tossed the half eaten core to the ground, leaving it to rot.
once bitten, you’ll never stray again. I had heard this again and again throughout my life. I had always thought it was just some hokey sating about love. I never thought it had deeper repercussions.
you have bitten me with love! all the poisonous love! now I have fallen for love and i love it!
bitten by first touch to see finally what might be made clear, that I stand naked in the sinking rain and let is douse my skin as I traced circles round your callouses and felt your pulse beat against mine in the knowledge that all shall never be and I hold onto my heart and let it drown in the puddles forming round my rain boots and all that can breathe from my lips is, god, I swore I’d never write anything like this… but you make me feel in shapes, in colors, in ways that music flows through my veins and electrifies each note. such a real to which I have never been privy to, me, who would have thought, but the band plays on after the baton has fallen from the skies and I must not continue, for it would destroy us.
bitten by first touch to see finally what might be made clear, that I stand naked in the sinking rain and let is douse my skin as I traced circles round your callouses and felt your pulse beat against mine in the knowledge that all shall never be and I hold onto my heart and let it drown in the puddles forming round my rain boots and all that can breathe from my lips is, god, I swore I’d never write anything like this
My leg swelled, and my breathing became labored. I reached out a hand, grabbing Jeremy’s pant leg.
“Bitten.” The only word I could muster, trying to show the urgency of my circumstances.
She was bitten by such a vile creature.
The creature made sure to suck every bit of her soul away from her.
The sun was dull and days grew longer, but in her heart
abscence makes the heart grow fonder.
She was serious.
He was not.
There was nothing left because he had sucked her dry.
ouch. a vampire. a spider. tooth mark. dental frame. itchy. smitten kitten. bitten by the love bug. cover with a mitten.
I couldn’t get enough all of a sudden. Lifting weights, aerobics, dance, one activity after another. Something had taken a hold of me and I couldn’t stop now, I wouldn’t, this was too great, such a rush.
i love being in the woods, surrounded by mother nature. however, i do fear that i will accidentally run into a rattlesnake while out hiking about and die after being bitten. though i have already run into a few rattlers, it’s still a fear.
I was bitten by a kitten
shouldn’t put fingers in cages
or pass afternoons shopping
the innocuous is anything but
but a bitter
How has it come to this? How does one get bitten so suddenly by the rudest, most deeply rooted need to shout, scream, cry visceral hatred at any who happen to bypass their area? I somehow feel, fathoms inside of my soul, that I hate everyone, even the ones who’ve done nothing to me. Especially the ones who’ve done nothing to me. What is my purpose here when I will not attempt to fulfill it? I want to vanish in an explosive whirl, destroy everything. How has it come to this?
How has it come to this? How does one get bitten so suddenly by the rudest, most deeply rooted need to shout, scream, cry visceral hatred at any who happen to bypass their area? I somehow feel, fathoms inside of my soul, that I hate everyone, even the ones who’ve done nothing to me. Especially the one’s who’ve done nothing to me. How has it come to this?
The sweat on my brow. The mark on my knuckle where I had clamped down on it with my teeth to stop the world. All this now became very real. I hadn’t intended to open the door, my body just led me to it, drew me in. I couldn’t watch, I slammed it behind me. Now, the taste is all there is. The cooling sweat, the crimson droplet resting on my pierced knuckle and the iron taste of blood in my mouth.
I was bitten before I knew it. The smell of the grass, the crackling twigs beneath my boots, it just endeared me. And then the sting came, and I knew it would never be the same.
ouch, the pain emerged from my neck. The discomfort of the vampire sucking my blood is annoying me. Help! I thought. Help!
i feel terrible… today could be the worst day in my life. i kicked someone’s elbow during karate, lost my phone and now i’m using this crappy one… i feel like i got bitten from some kind of bad luck monster. what kind of madness is this???
“Great, I’ve been bitten by a mosquito.” Those were the words that might as well have been her last, as her immune system wasn’t exactly cut out for battling the ensuing malaria. So it goes.
It was boring and bland but he said nothing, for fear he would be attacked and have chunks of his flesh bitten out in repayment for his honesty. So he chocked down the oatmeal, drank his coffee and kissed Mary on the cheek on his way out the door.
Oatmeal. His life had become oatmeal. Bland and boring. At this point, even having his flesh bitten out in chunks would be more desirable. At least it would be SOMETHING.
“Ah!” She grabbed her arm, squeezing tight with slippery fingers in an attempt to stop the blood.
“Hold on!” Justin growled. “We can’t move you any further than this-!”
She smiled, weakly. “When I said ‘bite me’ I didn’t mean it literally.”
The horse and rider standing above snorted in perfect unison. “Just wait until.” Justin promised. “We’ll be back.”
“Right.” She winced. “Switch horses while you’re at it!”
The horse in question merely tossed its head.
I’ve got scars on my body where life has bitten me. A little chunk of flesh here or there is nothing. But day by day, the chunks start adding up. An arm. A leg. And now life has taken everything but my heart.
If you leave bitten skin uncleaned, it festers.
That was the first lesson he learned after he had foolishly forsaken the safety that comes with numbers.
And, alone and running out of bullets, he then realized that the smell of putrification only calls more of them to you.
She smiled, showing too many rows of multicolored broken-glass teeth.
“You can come with me. I’ll take you where you need to go.” She gestured grandly up at her hut, which was now strutting in circles on its chicken legs, occasionally pausing to scratch for prey on the dark forest floor.
She looked at me, waiting for an answer, but all I could do was stare at her teeth. They glinted in the forest’s eerie half light each time she moved her mouth. She had a kind, elderly face not unlike my own grandmother, but those teeth… no two were the same size or color. It was almost as though she collected shards of stained glass for safekeeping in her gums.
“Let Baba take you where you need to go”, she persisted.
There was something predatory in her smile, something putting me on edge. Behind her, the house had found a small weasel and was now ripping it to bloody shreds with its talons.
She continued, mentioning how she could make us mushroom stew and showing me her basket full of red toadstools freckled with white, but all I could think was that I did not want her to sink those jagged teeth into me.
I stare down at my knuckles, where they’d been bitten by the wooden bench that I smashed in a mixture of sadness, regret, and hatred. The wounds were healing still, but no doubt they’d leave a scar to forever remind me why I should never trust people with how I feel again.
When bitten by a kitten, hey that rhymes, it kinda hurts. I’m allergic, so it swells up and gets all itchy. But, when bitten by a puppy, I can just laugh it off. I hope I’m never bitten by a vampire, unless it’s Spike.
Life has bitten me in the ass over and over and I am tired of hearing from other people who don’t know me telling me that life is hard. Who the fuck are they to say that life is hard. Everything is relative and I hate that expression that life is hard. I fucking know, I’ve been in my life from time to time and it hasn’t been the easiest so quit telling me that life is hard because I don’t know your experience and you sure as hell don’t know mine and also there is not some life-suckiness scale to rate the suckiness of our lives up against so shut the hell up and quit giving me that you need to grow up and fucking learn that life is hard blah blah blah. Suck my fucking fat one okay. Life has been hard for me, you haven’t been in my shoes, I haven’t been in yours. I am not judging you so don’t fucking judge me.
Out at sea, he watched the horizon sink deep into the dark waters. He’d been bitten by a hideous animal earlier, and he held his arm in a wet bandage full of the pride of his homeland. He had to get back, but the sun would do for now. Yes, the sun would do for now.
A good portion of the peach was bitten into. From what she recalled, he mentioned he was allergic.
She was pretty bitten in the neck by Edward Cullen, who, in his aptitude, had integrated some binomials concurrently. Then she turned into a vampire. Wait, shit, I’m supposed to use the first person.
I was pretty bitten in the neck by Edward Cullen, who sparkled in the sunlight literally like a million diamonds were embedded in his skin, his luscious tongue dangling in the moonlight who, in his clever intellect, had created some apples like Adam and Eve.
It was the festival, and he was very very drunk. There was a cap and bells upon his head, and they jingled in what he felt must positively be a fetching manner; not to mention the motley that rendered him bright and merry. He was the very life of any party he chose to enlighten, and he had enlightened many parties indeed on that long night of Festival.
bitten at the heart is the thing that can change a human life and fuck his mind up. lose sense of sens and shit like that….. loves drives you crazy, but i guess its worth it
testing
Marya ran into the house and yelled, “She was bitten by the dog!”
“No way!” Felix exclaimed, “she couldn’t have been in there!”
It wasn’t that she fell in love with him. She was convinced that she was conned into it, almost like she had no choice. It was like she was vampire-bitten and she was in this state of perpetual dopiness forever.
Koyomi Araragi found situations embedded to himself the same manner in which he had witnessed Shinbou linger in whatever dank, frozen place she normally found herself about. Nonetheless, he accepted them. Not that he would have any opportunity to refuse, because just as he would something even more terrible would wind around to swat him in the face. In fact, this too was just as synched in his existence just as complex and ultimately disfiguring excitement was. Vampires were, afterward, somewhat off the beaten track and then maybe thrown around against a wall some.