He feared many things. Crowds, enclosed spaces, spiders, all manners of human contact. He chose to live alone, as sterile as possible, making his way out for supplies. He
i just remembered about someone in my past. it made me think of the good possibilities that would have happened if we have gotten things right.
awhile ago, as i listen to an OPM song, I LOVE YOU, GOODBYE by Nina, memories flashed back. While singing to it, i didn’t notice that a tear fell across my face.
Men always fumble with clasps perhaps that is why we construct our bras with them to defy the large awkward fingers and to make men pay attention to details, small ones. The clasp is an impediment to sex.
The clasp of her necklace was stuck on the clothing tag of her shirt. Clumsy dude tried yanking it free. The necklace separated, liberating the dozens of balls and trinkets to rattle and bounce across the tile floor of his kitchen. He’d be stepping on tiny gold reminders of her in the insomniac nights ahead as he wandered through the apartment, her damn perfume lingering in the air and on every object within, including himself.
I clasp my hands on yours. This is forever. I see it. My necklace clasp holds the charm you bought me that symbolizes our life together. We are clasped together/ Conjoined as one entity. Forever.
the clasp on the necklace was loose. She’d been meaning to fix it, but now it was too late. Instead, she hastily shoved the fallen necklace into the handbag at her side. So much for the perfect day. Already, the necklace was broken, and her shoes were muddy. The rain washed out her hair.
you clasp your hands together in awe, in suspicion or when you shout eureka. Its a complete expression of enthusiasm or any sort of nervous anxiety that gets stored inside you. Clasp! Clasp! Clasp! i say.
my hands clasped around the beer, i had just finished it before starting to write. if that gives any sense of the current state, which it coudl but i’ve erased enough that it really, it really wouldn’t make a difference, merely because you couldn’t tell.
Our hands, clasp them tightly together so that we never lose each other. Hold on tight, it will be a bumpy ride, but as long as we have each other, we will make through this; and be stronger in the long run.
It was a simple clasp, but that was largely why he liked it so much. It had no pretensions of ostentatiousness, it simply existed to fulfill a purpose. The utilitarian nature of the thing was comforting; steadfast.
She clasped my hand and lead me out into the night. She was all I had left and really dang you woman but you are now going into my soul. Will I be able to forget you? If only I could hold you again
I clasp you to my breast. Your wrinkled tiny face rooting and nuzzling. Then the tug of that rosy mouth at my nipple. The relaxin flows through me. For the first time in hours, I’m at peace.
he grabbed at it. he wasn’t really sre what to do with it, other than to open it. theclasp. the only thing that held him back from what he really wanted. it signified a dam, something was behind it waiing to burst
my hand help tight and the grip was good. The clasp was tiny but I was careful to grab the tiny pieces and place them in the correct place to allow all to let go/ What a clever contraption, simple yet so effective. I also clasp
I clasp my hand. My own hand, because….because there isn’t anyone else to hold mine? I like to think I don’t spend that sort of time feeling sorry for myself, and it’s not like I sit around and bemoan my single status. But I definitely have an inner romantic, the annoying little imp that makes me like rom coms so much. Well, some rom coms.
this is what you do when you are trying to hang on to something very tightly. you could also clasp someone’s hand if you were longing for something important from them or needed their help. A clasp also comes on a hair band or on a bra, it can be used to keep things together
i think that “claps” is a better word, so imma write about that instead. i happen to be a really loud and awesome clapper, no offense (to YOU, because i really do intend offense because your clapping quivers in fear at the sight [sound?] of mine). claps are so awesome because they feel like a wave of happiness and congratulatory thanks when directed towards you. there’s an awesome band called MuteMath that uses claps as creative percussion in their songs. while it is true that others have done and continue to do this in other songs, MuteMath is the only worthy of being listed. claps for this epic one minute rant.
when you take someone else’s hand, that you don’t want to let go, you pretend like there’s nothing more important than holding that person close to you, just like the clasp of a lock, which holds a door shut or a safe tight, you know that person is your everything
The connection is too great.
It clasps to me; I clasp, and don’t let go.
It is me. I am too many sick memories, too many hospitals. and too many false good-byes.
I am–
There is a clasp on the back of my favorite red dress. In recent years, it has become bent. I fear this not due to age, but rather due to the expansion of my body.
The clasp on a bracelet my sister bought me when I was about 10 broke the day she gave it to me! I remember…it was Xmas day and I was swimming in the pool at my nans house with my cousins and I grased it along the cement at the bottom of the pool and broke it some how. I was too scared to tell her about it.
He feared many things. Crowds, enclosed spaces, spiders, all manners of human contact. He chose to live alone, as sterile as possible, making his way out for supplies. He
put a new clasp on it
The clasp on the necklace was hard to open. You needed strong fingernails. It was gold and tiny. Lifting it open was tricky.
for me, for all the good work I have done on working on myself to find my way back home
i just remembered about someone in my past. it made me think of the good possibilities that would have happened if we have gotten things right.
awhile ago, as i listen to an OPM song, I LOVE YOU, GOODBYE by Nina, memories flashed back. While singing to it, i didn’t notice that a tear fell across my face.
i just remembered the old sweet memories.
Men always fumble with clasps perhaps that is why we construct our bras with them to defy the large awkward fingers and to make men pay attention to details, small ones. The clasp is an impediment to sex.
The clasp of her necklace was stuck on the clothing tag of her shirt. Clumsy dude tried yanking it free. The necklace separated, liberating the dozens of balls and trinkets to rattle and bounce across the tile floor of his kitchen. He’d be stepping on tiny gold reminders of her in the insomniac nights ahead as he wandered through the apartment, her damn perfume lingering in the air and on every object within, including himself.
I clasp my hands on yours. This is forever. I see it. My necklace clasp holds the charm you bought me that symbolizes our life together. We are clasped together/ Conjoined as one entity. Forever.
He was sure that the clasp would come off eventually. He just had to work it off. She was waiting for him, but he just couldn’t do it.
clasp is a word that i dont evan know
she clasped the necklace he gave her for her birthday.
she smiled,
“I’m happy, thanks for the gift Sasuke-kun…”
he smirked,
“Daijobou Omedetou, Sakura.”
she clasped his warm coat over her shoulders, keeping most of the cold at bay.
folding hands together
the clasp on the necklace was loose. She’d been meaning to fix it, but now it was too late. Instead, she hastily shoved the fallen necklace into the handbag at her side. So much for the perfect day. Already, the necklace was broken, and her shoes were muddy. The rain washed out her hair.
i don’t know what does this mean
but I may tell from the
you clasp your hands together in awe, in suspicion or when you shout eureka. Its a complete expression of enthusiasm or any sort of nervous anxiety that gets stored inside you. Clasp! Clasp! Clasp! i say.
my hands clasped around the beer, i had just finished it before starting to write. if that gives any sense of the current state, which it coudl but i’ve erased enough that it really, it really wouldn’t make a difference, merely because you couldn’t tell.
Our hands, clasp them tightly together so that we never lose each other. Hold on tight, it will be a bumpy ride, but as long as we have each other, we will make through this; and be stronger in the long run.
When I looked around,
I saw
trash,
dirty laundry,
abandoned plants.
Nothing held me
nothing kept me
nothing needed me.
I left.
It was a simple clasp, but that was largely why he liked it so much. It had no pretensions of ostentatiousness, it simply existed to fulfill a purpose. The utilitarian nature of the thing was comforting; steadfast.
The clasp on her new bikini broke as she leaned over to tie her sandals.
She clasped my hand and lead me out into the night. She was all I had left and really dang you woman but you are now going into my soul. Will I be able to forget you? If only I could hold you again
fern
clasp them together while you ascend your thoughts. eyes closed, and mind open. this faith is strength.
He fell thirty feet. It must have been a misstep, or a slip in engineering. He tried to hold on, but he was torn straight off the face of the planet.
He fell thirty feet.
asdasd
I clasp you to my breast. Your wrinkled tiny face rooting and nuzzling. Then the tug of that rosy mouth at my nipple. The relaxin flows through me. For the first time in hours, I’m at peace.
clasp my memories to my mind
as if i could ever forget you
fastening the clasp on my necklace
and your kiss on my neck
he grabbed at it. he wasn’t really sre what to do with it, other than to open it. theclasp. the only thing that held him back from what he really wanted. it signified a dam, something was behind it waiing to burst
my hand help tight and the grip was good. The clasp was tiny but I was careful to grab the tiny pieces and place them in the correct place to allow all to let go/ What a clever contraption, simple yet so effective. I also clasp
I clasp my hand. My own hand, because….because there isn’t anyone else to hold mine? I like to think I don’t spend that sort of time feeling sorry for myself, and it’s not like I sit around and bemoan my single status. But I definitely have an inner romantic, the annoying little imp that makes me like rom coms so much. Well, some rom coms.
i think there’s some kind of wearable item that goes by that name.
when i think of this word i automatically think of the words associated with the ways you can hold an object:
grip.
grasp.
clench.
clutch.
and clasp.
to hold on to and never let go. to intertwine, to lock on to for support, love, life.
i don’t know what is clasp?
It is class? or what? I have no idea.
this is what you do when you are trying to hang on to something very tightly. you could also clasp someone’s hand if you were longing for something important from them or needed their help. A clasp also comes on a hair band or on a bra, it can be used to keep things together
i think that “claps” is a better word, so imma write about that instead. i happen to be a really loud and awesome clapper, no offense (to YOU, because i really do intend offense because your clapping quivers in fear at the sight [sound?] of mine). claps are so awesome because they feel like a wave of happiness and congratulatory thanks when directed towards you. there’s an awesome band called MuteMath that uses claps as creative percussion in their songs. while it is true that others have done and continue to do this in other songs, MuteMath is the only worthy of being listed. claps for this epic one minute rant.
when you take someone else’s hand, that you don’t want to let go, you pretend like there’s nothing more important than holding that person close to you, just like the clasp of a lock, which holds a door shut or a safe tight, you know that person is your everything
The connection is too great.
It clasps to me; I clasp, and don’t let go.
It is me. I am too many sick memories, too many hospitals. and too many false good-byes.
I am–
There is a clasp on the back of my favorite red dress. In recent years, it has become bent. I fear this not due to age, but rather due to the expansion of my body.
The clasp on a bracelet my sister bought me when I was about 10 broke the day she gave it to me! I remember…it was Xmas day and I was swimming in the pool at my nans house with my cousins and I grased it along the cement at the bottom of the pool and broke it some how. I was too scared to tell her about it.