he was a small boy, aged at nearly 6, with green eyes and red hair. He looked up to his cousin, Bill, who looked similar. The boy’s one wish was to grow up like his cousin, have fun like his cousin did.
He aspired to this goal, and achieved it.
Sitting on the checkered picnic blanket, Jamie and her cousin Allison looked up at the fireworks. It was a brilliant display that dazzled them both. She couldn’t imagine spending the 4th with anybody but her best friend. Her cousin.
My cousin, John…he died the same month I got married. It was a sad mixture of odd and undirected feelings between grieving and joy. Surreal in essence. I’m not sure it ever sank into me exactl what I had lost. A sense of guilt that hangs over me that my words to him were not always pure and full of grace. Asking God for his forgiveness…
Australia, Ireland, Salt Lake City, Seattle, all so intertwined when it comes to DNA and blood lines but when it comes to location we couldn’t be further apart.
I remember one time I wanted attention so I told a story that my cousin had raped me I don’t know why I did it I just did. We moved after that and I got a fresh start. I’ll never forget it though.
The cousin, I always hated her. For some reason, since I was a small boy she would insist upon harassing me at every opportunity. I did not understand, but I know that I hate her. I just want to feel like I have a family member who actually cares about me.
I have lots of cousins. They’re like ravens. They always fly away. I haven’t seen them in 4 years. I don’t think I ever will. That’s kinda sad, but I really don’t care. They didn’t give a shit about me anyway.
I have a lot of relatives, but I really like my cousins. My parents don’t ever mention their’s, and I just hope that someday my kids won’t need to have them mentioned, they’ll already know them. I don’t want them to feel that same distance.
Cousins
Fabulous song by Vampire Weekend
But also an important family relationship
Mine are all much older
And I’m more connected to their children
We don’t the clarifier
Second
Cousin, you are the most daring and badass man I have ever met. No wonder that so many people adore you, I’d want to live in your shadow if I even had a quarter of your guts. Live well!
“Oh, that’s our cousin,” she whispered. I looked over at him. He was staring out into the ocean. All I could see was the back of his head, hanging low. “He’s been having issues with his powers lately.” Joslyn glanced at me and then looked into the water like she was searching for something.
UGH cousin how you gonna be sayin that up to my face, what. You and I went back so far but now you gone and trashed it, trashed us, trashed everything UGH. Cousin what you playin at. UGH!!!! I am so UGHin right now it aint even describable what my UGHin is like. UGH!!!!
We are all cousins on this Earth. From the crows in the sky, to the bluejays that steal the nests of others, all the way down to the deer and the humans. The insects, even, are our cousins, and we all live here. Sometimes I wonder why so few of us treat this world like we have no others to take care of.
He came in from out of town and he looked like it. Kid was a fucking tragedy, really. He smiled too much, and was far too impressed by everything. But when you come out of small-town catholic Wisconsin, what, really, can you do?
His highschool prom was a fucking tragedy. The only people he went to school with were our cousins. I thanked any attentive deities my parents had moved away from that trap.
last night i went to my cousins wedding. what a funny cowindsiednede that the word is cousin. he married a very beautiful girl and she had a nice family. a lot of country music was played… not exactly my style… but what can you do :)
It was weird, sitting across the table from my cousins. These two people, a boy and a girl I had a familial relation with, were foreign to me. We hadn’t had the traditional memories of growing up together. There hadn’t been times spent eating around the dining table, playing in the backyard, or conspiring against our parents’ draconic bedtimes. It was just a relationship of obligation, one which I wished I could cast off and leave behind.
I have TONS of cousins, honestly, and I don’t know a single one. They live so very far away, you see, and I’ve never had the chance to meet them while not sleepy and subdued by jet lag and funerals.
It takes a while before he realizes the inevitable truth. They are more alike than he knows.
It’s not just physical appearance, though that seems to help the image along. The way they think. The way they have been raised. The way their friends crowd around them with the expectation of their lead. It’s all very similar. It makes Harry sick just thinking about it.
Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. could have been his cousin, a brother, what with all the comparisons matching up. They are alike, they are alike, and they are.
And just like a cousin, they share blood. No matter how much he wants to deny it.
I remember when we were little. She was the big sister I didn’t have and I was the little sister she didn’t have. Around her, I got to be the little one, I didn’t have to be responsible. And she got to boss me around and have some sort of authority. It was perfect – perfect juxtaposition.
Why don’t they give me a word other than cousin? What’s with this nonsense? I’m done writing about cousins. I want a different word – something fresh and new, to grease the rusty wheels in my head and get them to churn out creativity again.
How am I supposed to write a good paragraph about cousins in sixty seconds? Should I write about annoying ones, jealous ones, ones that hold you when you’re upset? I don’t have any cousins. None that fit those descriptions in any case.
My cousin Karen just had a baby last February 15, the day after Valentine’s Day (that birthday should be easy to remember). His name is Nolan Raymond Wilson and he’s the coolest baby ever. He’s blonde even though both of his parents are brunettes – what a rebel.
my cousin vivian and I have always been close, ever since I was a little girl. I would always get so excited when she’s come visit my house in NY. And the fact that she would let me watch South park at her house even though I wasn’t allowed was the greatest.
How is that some have a million cousins while I, I only have 3. I am very sad about my lack of family. I don’t even get to see my counis taht much be cause they are scattered around the world.
She was alone in our crowd. No sisters. No brothers. Neither parent around very often. She sought me out and I leaned her way because she was outside us where it was always crowded. She didn’t survive for long. No one could touch her loneliness.
i love my cousins, they are the light of my life and everything they do amazes me they are so beautiful and i could never ask for anything more they cheer me up and sometimes they make me angry they are more like sisters to me and they never cease to amaze me.
I like my cousin, she is very cool. I see lots of movies with her and we spent good quality time together. If I’m sad she will help me.
you are like a sexy cousin to me..hot…but taboo to touch
She is a demon. She terrorizes and manipulates everyone she meets. She is five years old.
he was a small boy, aged at nearly 6, with green eyes and red hair. He looked up to his cousin, Bill, who looked similar. The boy’s one wish was to grow up like his cousin, have fun like his cousin did.
He aspired to this goal, and achieved it.
Now here he lies.
Sitting on the checkered picnic blanket, Jamie and her cousin Allison looked up at the fireworks. It was a brilliant display that dazzled them both. She couldn’t imagine spending the 4th with anybody but her best friend. Her cousin.
My cousin, John…he died the same month I got married. It was a sad mixture of odd and undirected feelings between grieving and joy. Surreal in essence. I’m not sure it ever sank into me exactl what I had lost. A sense of guilt that hangs over me that my words to him were not always pure and full of grace. Asking God for his forgiveness…
Australia, Ireland, Salt Lake City, Seattle, all so intertwined when it comes to DNA and blood lines but when it comes to location we couldn’t be further apart.
I remember one time I wanted attention so I told a story that my cousin had raped me I don’t know why I did it I just did. We moved after that and I got a fresh start. I’ll never forget it though.
I had had a crush on my cousin — and vice versa — since childhood. As a young man, he resembled Nicolas Cage.
It was at the funeral of a mutual uncle — after a bottle of wine and a drive to a park — that things came to a head….
The cousin, I always hated her. For some reason, since I was a small boy she would insist upon harassing me at every opportunity. I did not understand, but I know that I hate her. I just want to feel like I have a family member who actually cares about me.
I have lots of cousins. They’re like ravens. They always fly away. I haven’t seen them in 4 years. I don’t think I ever will. That’s kinda sad, but I really don’t care. They didn’t give a shit about me anyway.
my cousin never loved me. all he ever wanted was a piece of the big pie. my dad’s business.
I have a lot of relatives, but I really like my cousins. My parents don’t ever mention their’s, and I just hope that someday my kids won’t need to have them mentioned, they’ll already know them. I don’t want them to feel that same distance.
Cousins
Fabulous song by Vampire Weekend
But also an important family relationship
Mine are all much older
And I’m more connected to their children
We don’t the clarifier
Second
i’ve got a cousin. actually, a lot of cousins. yay, me. hahaahhaahahhahaaaa, i’m bored.
;)
Im really jealous of people who are close with their cousins because all my cousins are really weird……. that’s all I got. I like your cousins though!!
not too long ago, i went to visit my family and all my cousins had moved on with their lives except me. how dreadful.
Full of happiness, full of joy.
Three wonderful little boys.
They enjoy my company, and I enjoy theirs.
Cuddling up like three cubby bears.
Cousin, you are the most daring and badass man I have ever met. No wonder that so many people adore you, I’d want to live in your shadow if I even had a quarter of your guts. Live well!
Cousins…. I have 6 of them. 3 of them are really cute but annoying. one’s a dork, one’s a nerd and one’s AWESOME!
“Oh, that’s our cousin,” she whispered. I looked over at him. He was staring out into the ocean. All I could see was the back of his head, hanging low. “He’s been having issues with his powers lately.” Joslyn glanced at me and then looked into the water like she was searching for something.
UGH cousin how you gonna be sayin that up to my face, what. You and I went back so far but now you gone and trashed it, trashed us, trashed everything UGH. Cousin what you playin at. UGH!!!! I am so UGHin right now it aint even describable what my UGHin is like. UGH!!!!
We are all cousins on this Earth. From the crows in the sky, to the bluejays that steal the nests of others, all the way down to the deer and the humans. The insects, even, are our cousins, and we all live here. Sometimes I wonder why so few of us treat this world like we have no others to take care of.
He came in from out of town and he looked like it. Kid was a fucking tragedy, really. He smiled too much, and was far too impressed by everything. But when you come out of small-town catholic Wisconsin, what, really, can you do?
His highschool prom was a fucking tragedy. The only people he went to school with were our cousins. I thanked any attentive deities my parents had moved away from that trap.
last night i went to my cousins wedding. what a funny cowindsiednede that the word is cousin. he married a very beautiful girl and she had a nice family. a lot of country music was played… not exactly my style… but what can you do :)
It was weird, sitting across the table from my cousins. These two people, a boy and a girl I had a familial relation with, were foreign to me. We hadn’t had the traditional memories of growing up together. There hadn’t been times spent eating around the dining table, playing in the backyard, or conspiring against our parents’ draconic bedtimes. It was just a relationship of obligation, one which I wished I could cast off and leave behind.
I have TONS of cousins, honestly, and I don’t know a single one. They live so very far away, you see, and I’ve never had the chance to meet them while not sleepy and subdued by jet lag and funerals.
It takes a while before he realizes the inevitable truth. They are more alike than he knows.
It’s not just physical appearance, though that seems to help the image along. The way they think. The way they have been raised. The way their friends crowd around them with the expectation of their lead. It’s all very similar. It makes Harry sick just thinking about it.
Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. could have been his cousin, a brother, what with all the comparisons matching up. They are alike, they are alike, and they are.
And just like a cousin, they share blood. No matter how much he wants to deny it.
I remember when we were little. She was the big sister I didn’t have and I was the little sister she didn’t have. Around her, I got to be the little one, I didn’t have to be responsible. And she got to boss me around and have some sort of authority. It was perfect – perfect juxtaposition.
i wish i lived closer to my cousins.
Why don’t they give me a word other than cousin? What’s with this nonsense? I’m done writing about cousins. I want a different word – something fresh and new, to grease the rusty wheels in my head and get them to churn out creativity again.
How am I supposed to write a good paragraph about cousins in sixty seconds? Should I write about annoying ones, jealous ones, ones that hold you when you’re upset? I don’t have any cousins. None that fit those descriptions in any case.
My cousin Karen just had a baby last February 15, the day after Valentine’s Day (that birthday should be easy to remember). His name is Nolan Raymond Wilson and he’s the coolest baby ever. He’s blonde even though both of his parents are brunettes – what a rebel.
my cousin vivian and I have always been close, ever since I was a little girl. I would always get so excited when she’s come visit my house in NY. And the fact that she would let me watch South park at her house even though I wasn’t allowed was the greatest.
How is that some have a million cousins while I, I only have 3. I am very sad about my lack of family. I don’t even get to see my counis taht much be cause they are scattered around the world.
i miss you girl, i really do. i miss you boy, i miss you too. i miss you liv and d and k, even you sam. am i forgetting anyone?
her cousin, whom she’d never met, was coming to visit.
Interesting feelings had been established within his new family, new cousins has arrived as new wind flows into his life…
She was alone in our crowd. No sisters. No brothers. Neither parent around very often. She sought me out and I leaned her way because she was outside us where it was always crowded. She didn’t survive for long. No one could touch her loneliness.
i love my cousins, they are the light of my life and everything they do amazes me they are so beautiful and i could never ask for anything more they cheer me up and sometimes they make me angry they are more like sisters to me and they never cease to amaze me.