Didn’t I confide to you yesterday? Everything. And did you keep it in confidence or post it all over the internet. Somehow this word is very familiar from yesterday-did someone break the confidence and give me this word again? A gift to reflect.
most people think they confident but you can’t say about yourself everything without being ashamed, which is hard for any one of us to do most of the time
I walked down my hall hoping that my sister would be there, finally someone to confide in.. I open the door and see her, hanging from her rafters. guess she needed to confide… not me,
i am not very confide and i enjoy talking to people i trust because i can just be my self and i enjoy having someone who i can trust. I have three people in my life i can trust and one of the is my mom. i confide in myself most of the time.
“If you keep it tight, I’m gonna confide in you.” Sugary pop sounds of a Swedish singer were the bright, neon outlines of a shabby summer back home. Afternoons in a polo, peddling dog food and Clorox bleach.
Now that the vampires have stopped confiding in him, Stan is feeling somewhat bereft. Centuries of secrets–oh, little things, but still! He was almost party to them. Almost there at the moment Mina broke the vase and refused to admit it. Almost there when Count D forgot to tip a bellhop, and bathed in shame, cannot return to that hotel in Central Park. How mundane they’d seemed, how petty. But now they’ve told him all, and what more use does a vampire have for a small time bookie? They’ve lost a few coins, true, but more precisely: unburdened the place where their souls used to sit. Now there is room for something else, but what, they will not tell him.
c’mere. listen closely to what i am about to confide in you. Roy is a rat. it is just a matter of time before his schtick gets blown wide open. tell him nothing. keep your distance until this pops and then wait some more until it has time to settle down. Capice?
i dont like to tell people about things going on with me because i feel as if they’d think differently of me. I’d like them to see me as the same happy girl who doesn’t even know what she’s talking about rather than someone who actually has depth.
She told me I had to confide in her. I asked her why and she said that was the only way I could get into the club. I had to tell her a deep, dark secret.
Only I don’t have any deep, dark secrets.
So I made one up. Something about stealing a DVD from Target and not getting caught. She laughed and said I’d made that up.
They confided in each other. Two total strangers one dark and stormy night. He told her of the man he thought he once killed, and she told him of her wicked affair. Her hair burned wild red in the smoke filled bar, and his eyes held the darkness of a burden bared for far to long. When the clock struck 12, the two parted ways never to see each other again. But they both felt a little bit better, knowing that someone knew.
To confide in someone would be a mistake. Only you can trust your thoughts. Others will think you’re crazy. They’ll think you’re different. Yet if everyones different how is anyone person “different”.
Confide in me your secrets as I lie here next to you completely exposed. Tell me everything while I still refuse to tell you anything. I want every piece of information, that I can form it into a weapon to protect myself from what you might do to me. Confide in me your weakness, and never become mine.
‘I confided to a man, and was met with rejection.
I confided to a lover, and was met with dissatisfaction.
I confided to a friend, and was met with betrayal.
I confided to a god, and was met not at all.
I confided to the sky, and was met with silence.
I confided to the universe, and was met with indifference.
I confided to a beast and was met with hostility.
I confided to myself, and was met with futility.
I confide to you that I have nothing interesting to say,
But at least I can listen if you’ll meet me halfway.’
“My lady?”
She sighed, pinching the bride of her nose between her thumb and index finger. “What is it NOW, Dryphus?”
“If…if you cannot confide in me…please, find someone you can,”
Isabel straightened almost imperceptibly in her seat. “I’ll…I’ll consider it,”
in the bark of a tree,
let it’s roughness sooth
the roughness in your heart.
i smell the pine needles and imagine
them piercing the rising balloon
of my rage.
come down,
slide down these boughs,
and hit the ground a lighter person.
“I have to tell you something,” She muttered, shuffling her feet back and forth. The elder laughed a broken laugh and leaned down to better hear the kit.
“What’s that, Snowkit? Stop muttering, I can’t hear you when you speak like that.”
“I said I have to tell you something,” her voice was louder now. She leaned over to admit to the cranky elder her secret.
He liked to confide in her, even though he shouldn’t have. Confidence is a luxury for only the naive, and he was too weary for the world to deal in the currency of innocence. He was worn out, tied up, spit out, and he thought telling her about his past would clear out the cobwebs. Instead it wound up stabbing him back through the heart.
Trusting someone else is about being vulnerable. Creating a connection. Sharing a secret only you know about. It’s all about making relationships. Confinement is a trust that brings about the worst betrayal
I want to be able to confide in you. I want you to be the person that I talk to when I am upset or excited or worried. I want you to be the one that is always there for me… because that is all I want to be for you. I like you more than you know. I wish that I could tell you things like this, but how would you react? I will never know because you will never be the guy I can tell these things to. We will never work out. No matter how hard I try, we just aren’t meant to be. And maybe that is okay. In a few shorts months you will be leaving and then… and only then will I be able to search for someone new that I can confide in. I deserve to find them.
There are certain things I could never confide in you. They may not even be bad or terrible. I just believe them to be. Everyone wants to be THAT person – the interesting one. The one that history gets written about.
Words tumble and fall, concluded with the sole word, begging forgiveness. As though this whole confidence isn’t what they intended. They didn’t mean to let it slip out. Didn’t want to let it show, but it escaped of it’s own free will, explaining the troubles, the trials and the terrible. Why, then, if there is so much wrong, does it have to end with an apology? Is it so wrong to release it?
I didn’t know he was actually going to do it. I hadn’t been the one to share troubles like he had; hell, we’d only just met. I’d known him, what? Three. Three hours. Only half a blink in the life span of the average human and yet he deemed me godly enough to vent half his whole damn life story to me over some shitty-ass nachos and a half pint of Bud Light. See; confiding with someone is kinda like taking sand from the bottom of an hourglass. Sure, yours is a bit emptier, but it’s still filling, and you just added a shit bunch to the other guys hour glass. Why do you need to go doing that? Sure, some sick freaks get a kick out of it. The drama queens. They don’t even need sand to begin with, they’ll just conjure it up like the fuckin sand man or something. Sprinkle a little bit here-sprinkle a lit bit there-sprinkle it a little bit right in your goddamn eyeball so it stings like a bitch and they get to watch you squeal.
You get the picture
Anyway, that’s what i figured this asshole was up to. Drinking away, shoving word vomit down my throat like it was a funnel to god. Tan line on the wedding finger but no ring kinda guy, he never once touched his beer. So i guess that’s what shoulda queued me off; no one talks about that kinda shit when they’re sober with a complete stranger. Not unless they don’t care, or they’re crazy. I mean, what even is crazy, you know? Who know who’s crazy, i dunno if you’re crazy or i am, who the hell decides what’s normal? What the hell even is normal?
Hell. I’m beginning to understand the kid. Anyone with a head full of thoughts like these, christ. No wonder he jumped.
dimly lit room, dusty rug, and the storm’s sporadic lighting. I sit watching the cloud’s instantaneous fires in the sky, to the sound of clinking droplets striking the barrier to the outside world. blanketed and safe.
Who can I confide in? I haven’t got any friends. My parents have died. My brothers have all moved far away. I need some advice and don’t know where to turn. I want to run away but don’t know where to go.
something about telling someone wich is a secret
Something secret
make a confidence
Didn’t I confide to you yesterday? Everything. And did you keep it in confidence or post it all over the internet. Somehow this word is very familiar from yesterday-did someone break the confidence and give me this word again? A gift to reflect.
most people think they confident but you can’t say about yourself everything without being ashamed, which is hard for any one of us to do most of the time
i dont know the meaning of this word but i love this website :)
love alwayz….
i want to become good writer
I wish you would confide in me, cause you never do, you’ve never wanted to, until now…
I walked down my hall hoping that my sister would be there, finally someone to confide in.. I open the door and see her, hanging from her rafters. guess she needed to confide… not me,
i am not very confide and i enjoy talking to people i trust because i can just be my self and i enjoy having someone who i can trust. I have three people in my life i can trust and one of the is my mom. i confide in myself most of the time.
“If you keep it tight, I’m gonna confide in you.” Sugary pop sounds of a Swedish singer were the bright, neon outlines of a shabby summer back home. Afternoons in a polo, peddling dog food and Clorox bleach.
to tell the truth. no secrets
I confide my feelings to her.
I confide my secret to my friend.
He knew he could confide his parents.
I confide my boyfriend’s words.
I’m confide you.
They are confide.
We aren’t confide.
Are you confide me?
i think this word is like trust i think but as long as i remember i never herd it in my life
Now that the vampires have stopped confiding in him, Stan is feeling somewhat bereft. Centuries of secrets–oh, little things, but still! He was almost party to them. Almost there at the moment Mina broke the vase and refused to admit it. Almost there when Count D forgot to tip a bellhop, and bathed in shame, cannot return to that hotel in Central Park. How mundane they’d seemed, how petty. But now they’ve told him all, and what more use does a vampire have for a small time bookie? They’ve lost a few coins, true, but more precisely: unburdened the place where their souls used to sit. Now there is room for something else, but what, they will not tell him.
c’mere. listen closely to what i am about to confide in you. Roy is a rat. it is just a matter of time before his schtick gets blown wide open. tell him nothing. keep your distance until this pops and then wait some more until it has time to settle down. Capice?
nothing new
Not sure what the meaning of “confide” is. Ill asume that it means to hold captive or constricted with barriers of some sort.
i dont like to tell people about things going on with me because i feel as if they’d think differently of me. I’d like them to see me as the same happy girl who doesn’t even know what she’s talking about rather than someone who actually has depth.
She went to see her counsellor and although she knew she needed help it was really difficult to confide in her
I wanted to confide in her, trust her, tell her everything there was to know about me. But it kept holding me back.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I like your dress.”
“Thank you,” she said.
I watched her walk away and thought to myself, “it has to be tonight.”
She told me I had to confide in her. I asked her why and she said that was the only way I could get into the club. I had to tell her a deep, dark secret.
Only I don’t have any deep, dark secrets.
So I made one up. Something about stealing a DVD from Target and not getting caught. She laughed and said I’d made that up.
They confided in each other. Two total strangers one dark and stormy night. He told her of the man he thought he once killed, and she told him of her wicked affair. Her hair burned wild red in the smoke filled bar, and his eyes held the darkness of a burden bared for far to long. When the clock struck 12, the two parted ways never to see each other again. But they both felt a little bit better, knowing that someone knew.
Listen to me, it’s almost nothing to say
Worlds that tie need no disguise
For this is why I confide today
Sealing secret winds
They glide between the bars
Whispered from afar
Welcomed in, brushed away
Why I confide today
Listen to me, it’s almost nothing to say
Worlds that tie need no disguise
For this is why I confide today
Sealing secret winds
They glide between the bars
Whispered from afar
Welcomed in, brushed away
Why I confide today
To confide in someone would be a mistake. Only you can trust your thoughts. Others will think you’re crazy. They’ll think you’re different. Yet if everyones different how is anyone person “different”.
Confide in me your secrets as I lie here next to you completely exposed. Tell me everything while I still refuse to tell you anything. I want every piece of information, that I can form it into a weapon to protect myself from what you might do to me. Confide in me your weakness, and never become mine.
“Should I confide in you?”
“It will only result in your ruin.”
“This I know.”
“Unleash all the secrets of your brain and you flood the perilous ramparts of your sanity.”
“This I know, too,” he said and then proceeded to speak everything that was on his mind.
‘I confided to a man, and was met with rejection.
I confided to a lover, and was met with dissatisfaction.
I confided to a friend, and was met with betrayal.
I confided to a god, and was met not at all.
I confided to the sky, and was met with silence.
I confided to the universe, and was met with indifference.
I confided to a beast and was met with hostility.
I confided to myself, and was met with futility.
I confide to you that I have nothing interesting to say,
But at least I can listen if you’ll meet me halfway.’
“My lady?”
She sighed, pinching the bride of her nose between her thumb and index finger. “What is it NOW, Dryphus?”
“If…if you cannot confide in me…please, find someone you can,”
Isabel straightened almost imperceptibly in her seat. “I’ll…I’ll consider it,”
Confidant: aqua, coral, abalone shell, moss, pearl, and stone.
Cast my twine net into the sea as the peach-cream conch confided in me.
Sands shift. I dip.
Bubbling surf’s racing in.
And then it all pops like the cork from a bottle.
Just another dream of a long lost memory.
She lowered her voice, as if to confide some life-changing secret: “The truth is, I’ve always hated you.”
in the bark of a tree,
let it’s roughness sooth
the roughness in your heart.
i smell the pine needles and imagine
them piercing the rising balloon
of my rage.
come down,
slide down these boughs,
and hit the ground a lighter person.
“I have to tell you something,” She muttered, shuffling her feet back and forth. The elder laughed a broken laugh and leaned down to better hear the kit.
“What’s that, Snowkit? Stop muttering, I can’t hear you when you speak like that.”
“I said I have to tell you something,” her voice was louder now. She leaned over to admit to the cranky elder her secret.
He liked to confide in her, even though he shouldn’t have. Confidence is a luxury for only the naive, and he was too weary for the world to deal in the currency of innocence. He was worn out, tied up, spit out, and he thought telling her about his past would clear out the cobwebs. Instead it wound up stabbing him back through the heart.
Trusting someone else is about being vulnerable. Creating a connection. Sharing a secret only you know about. It’s all about making relationships. Confinement is a trust that brings about the worst betrayal
I want to be able to confide in you. I want you to be the person that I talk to when I am upset or excited or worried. I want you to be the one that is always there for me… because that is all I want to be for you. I like you more than you know. I wish that I could tell you things like this, but how would you react? I will never know because you will never be the guy I can tell these things to. We will never work out. No matter how hard I try, we just aren’t meant to be. And maybe that is okay. In a few shorts months you will be leaving and then… and only then will I be able to search for someone new that I can confide in. I deserve to find them.
There are certain things I could never confide in you. They may not even be bad or terrible. I just believe them to be. Everyone wants to be THAT person – the interesting one. The one that history gets written about.
Words tumble and fall, concluded with the sole word, begging forgiveness. As though this whole confidence isn’t what they intended. They didn’t mean to let it slip out. Didn’t want to let it show, but it escaped of it’s own free will, explaining the troubles, the trials and the terrible. Why, then, if there is so much wrong, does it have to end with an apology? Is it so wrong to release it?
I didn’t know he was actually going to do it. I hadn’t been the one to share troubles like he had; hell, we’d only just met. I’d known him, what? Three. Three hours. Only half a blink in the life span of the average human and yet he deemed me godly enough to vent half his whole damn life story to me over some shitty-ass nachos and a half pint of Bud Light. See; confiding with someone is kinda like taking sand from the bottom of an hourglass. Sure, yours is a bit emptier, but it’s still filling, and you just added a shit bunch to the other guys hour glass. Why do you need to go doing that? Sure, some sick freaks get a kick out of it. The drama queens. They don’t even need sand to begin with, they’ll just conjure it up like the fuckin sand man or something. Sprinkle a little bit here-sprinkle a lit bit there-sprinkle it a little bit right in your goddamn eyeball so it stings like a bitch and they get to watch you squeal.
You get the picture
Anyway, that’s what i figured this asshole was up to. Drinking away, shoving word vomit down my throat like it was a funnel to god. Tan line on the wedding finger but no ring kinda guy, he never once touched his beer. So i guess that’s what shoulda queued me off; no one talks about that kinda shit when they’re sober with a complete stranger. Not unless they don’t care, or they’re crazy. I mean, what even is crazy, you know? Who know who’s crazy, i dunno if you’re crazy or i am, who the hell decides what’s normal? What the hell even is normal?
Hell. I’m beginning to understand the kid. Anyone with a head full of thoughts like these, christ. No wonder he jumped.
dimly lit room, dusty rug, and the storm’s sporadic lighting. I sit watching the cloud’s instantaneous fires in the sky, to the sound of clinking droplets striking the barrier to the outside world. blanketed and safe.
Who can I confide in? I haven’t got any friends. My parents have died. My brothers have all moved far away. I need some advice and don’t know where to turn. I want to run away but don’t know where to go.