Domesticity is uppose is kind of the norm these days for a woman. Look after your man, raise his children, cook clean and keep house. I would’ve thought it might’ve moved on by now, i mena what were all those sufferagettes doing? Knitting? Gods i don’t even know whats wrong with this world anymore…
I never thought i could be domestic, or i guess i hadn’t thought about it so much, until my first girlfriend told me she didn’t see me as the type. i learned to cook as much as i could for her and became as close as i could be to a housewife in the short time that we spent together.
Domestic Violence is a terrible crime and should be erased from our history as a country. It is a very sad and terrible part of us, and no one should beat their partner. How can those people sleep at night
I’ve had a disturbance nor for three months. It sounds like a tornado hurling a moving freight train through miles of the sky, the wrought iron being slung about like a blades of grass in the wind. What it could be, I don’t know. And I don’t want to find out. There’s no one for miles; the sun hasn’t risen in months. I’m alone- with only fear and darkness.
The woman called the police to report the domestic violence incident she was witnessing unfolding in front of her. The man in the building opposite was bashing his wife with a rolling pin out on their balcony.
While she waited for th operator to put her through to the right department she wondered why australia was 000 and American was 911. Why not meet half way and be 666. That would be more appropriate for police at least.
domestic animals. dogs cats fish lists lists lists. horses? yes, because there are wild horses and tamed horses. they don’t have to be in a house for them to be domestic, for dingus sake. domestic is a word that could also infuriate feminists.
was the name of the maid, it was all she had ever been called, never needing anything of her own defined entirely by her work. That day everything changed, the day when the scrap of paper fell from behind the sofa
The doestic flight ischeaper than the international flight in Malaysia. But in some countries, it is the reverse. Example in Australia, a domestic flight from Perth to Melbourne cost more than an international flight out to Malaysia. That’s why so many tourists from Australia take the international flight out to Indonesia Bali for their vacation. Domestic servants are costly in developed countries that is why a lot of philipinos work in Hong Kong as maids. alaysia
my mother is a domestic helper. she also is interested in music. she enjoys being a domestic helper because she has her music to keep her motivated and interested in life. I do not wish to be a domestic helper. I wish to work in an office as a solicitor like my father. My mother washes clothes and cooks our meals and cleans the house and organises our lives. She drops us places.
Domestic violence is a happy, fun thing. I particpate rather frequently, usually by soundly cuffing the ears of my wife when she makes an off color remark. Sometimes, i’ll get the old table leg from the garage (been meaning to fix the table a while now, really) and beat her over the head with it, if I really need to drive my point home. as the barbaric ogre that I am
Domestic = home. Home = where everything begins. We all have a home, even if we don’t live in a materially focussed enviroment. Home can be a person, home can be a smell, home can be a sound.
dishwashing scrubbing blowing bubbles days of youth flag football 9TDs HotDoggin New Jam on the radio someday on the computer now just had sex, blacked out during sex.
The woman pulled her cake from the oven, smiling at the crisp brown top. It was a perfect cake. Perfect in every way. She slid it out easily from the tin, a glint in her bright brown eyes.
Abuse is not visible to the naked eye. It lurks some place deeper, where only those who have learned from experience can recognize its signs. We have all been there, in some way or another. We hope it will go away, and that others can walk free.
I don’t want to live this way. “You’re a woman,” you said to me that one summer afternoon when the sun was setting. We were lying in my bed and talking about the future. I did not want to marry you then either.
His harsh glare is full of emptiness.
Her skin, slick with sweat. Her eyes, dead a long time ago.
She flinches as his heavy arms swing toward her, aim numbed by drunken rage.
animals,cows,horses,bulls, farm!! gujarat…my grandma own a farm there and so does my grandad…they have cows and chickens and mango trees…its an amazing palce to be!! i love it!my farm rox.
My family suffered from domestic violence. I fortunately was too young to get the wrath of this creature that no longer exists in our lives. Yet…I feel every inch of pain as they have.
Domestic Bliss. Is this what we expect when we marry? As women we are portrayed to let ourselves go, become beached whales and pop out children by the dozen – or at least double. Domestic bliss, take it back women, domestic bliss is simply the art of deligation, delegate to the one you love and pour another G&T.
partnership. who cares? it’s just like dating except it’s got a title to it. you’re stuck for life. or wait… maybe i was talking about the institution of marriage. again, who cares? it’s just like hell with a fancy name. domestic = dominated. like this paragraph. dominated!
I hadn’t thought to settle down. It was where the natural course of the relationship would go. We had been together long enough to finish each other’s sentences. It wasn’t what I had wanted, until I had wanted it from you..
I am a domestic person and love being at home. there is so much to do each day in an effort to keep my house tidy and domesticate my children! Some animals are domesticated: not that my children are animals! it is fun to watch some animals such as domestic goats clamboring about on rocks at the petting zoo. They love to nibble at anything withing reach.
watching through the window there’s a dog begging for scraps she’s in the bushes fuck this she’s just gonna leave and there’s a girl at the table and there’s a bandaid on her knee it’s pink like melissa’s bow floating in the red glossed water
Domestic abuse is terribly wrong. Anger, frustration, bitterness, rage. All leading up to its horrible demise. Don’t you dare submit to its dreadfulness. Don’t. You. Dare. Also dogs are domesticated. Usually.
“Domestic? I don’t think so!” Arielle slapped her glass down on the counter, turned and walked away.
“Really, that is what she said. That she was a domestic worker. She needs a job – she wants to take care of the kids.”
“And you really believed that! I will let you know when I want help … and I will do the hiring!” Arielle turned towards Gregory. “I want you to know that if you do not get this woman out of your life, that you will have a domestic problem!:
abuse in the workplace is a crime which is not worth living for and women must end with the yellow jumper and cardigan which is slightly musty and the church roof, grey and slimy will slip as the tiles fall onto the ground
Domesticity is uppose is kind of the norm these days for a woman. Look after your man, raise his children, cook clean and keep house. I would’ve thought it might’ve moved on by now, i mena what were all those sufferagettes doing? Knitting? Gods i don’t even know whats wrong with this world anymore…
I never thought i could be domestic, or i guess i hadn’t thought about it so much, until my first girlfriend told me she didn’t see me as the type. i learned to cook as much as i could for her and became as close as i could be to a housewife in the short time that we spent together.
domestic cattle are animals that have been domesticated from their wild variants.
domestic duties
demand diligent dope
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tamed, like a cat,
work, like a maid
happy at home, like me
Domestic Violence is a terrible crime and should be erased from our history as a country. It is a very sad and terrible part of us, and no one should beat their partner. How can those people sleep at night
Home. Cooking dinner. 60’s wives with flammable hair. Cozy, fireplaces. Cuddles. Kids. Laughter.
Police. Anger, handcuffs, courts, jail. (Same word, 2 different applications)
Domestic? Nay.
I want to roam the world and skip doing dishes every day.
Domesticated pets are totally different in their behaviour from the ones that are originally born in the wildness. They are smooth and
Pets are the result of domestication. As corn is. Domesticated things belong us, and not the original “nature” anymore.
I’ve had a disturbance nor for three months. It sounds like a tornado hurling a moving freight train through miles of the sky, the wrought iron being slung about like a blades of grass in the wind. What it could be, I don’t know. And I don’t want to find out. There’s no one for miles; the sun hasn’t risen in months. I’m alone- with only fear and darkness.
L’usage des objets dégage des gaz. Aspirateur qui fuit (le lâche!) Pas de fil? Pas de chocolat.
sirens
the black night tyres on a wet road
the cold dead air
a frost
a soft noise
like the end of something
it came
The woman called the police to report the domestic violence incident she was witnessing unfolding in front of her. The man in the building opposite was bashing his wife with a rolling pin out on their balcony.
While she waited for th operator to put her through to the right department she wondered why australia was 000 and American was 911. Why not meet half way and be 666. That would be more appropriate for police at least.
domestic animals. dogs cats fish lists lists lists. horses? yes, because there are wild horses and tamed horses. they don’t have to be in a house for them to be domestic, for dingus sake. domestic is a word that could also infuriate feminists.
was the name of the maid, it was all she had ever been called, never needing anything of her own defined entirely by her work. That day everything changed, the day when the scrap of paper fell from behind the sofa
The doestic flight ischeaper than the international flight in Malaysia. But in some countries, it is the reverse. Example in Australia, a domestic flight from Perth to Melbourne cost more than an international flight out to Malaysia. That’s why so many tourists from Australia take the international flight out to Indonesia Bali for their vacation. Domestic servants are costly in developed countries that is why a lot of philipinos work in Hong Kong as maids. alaysia
my mother is a domestic helper. she also is interested in music. she enjoys being a domestic helper because she has her music to keep her motivated and interested in life. I do not wish to be a domestic helper. I wish to work in an office as a solicitor like my father. My mother washes clothes and cooks our meals and cleans the house and organises our lives. She drops us places.
Domestic violence is a happy, fun thing. I particpate rather frequently, usually by soundly cuffing the ears of my wife when she makes an off color remark. Sometimes, i’ll get the old table leg from the garage (been meaning to fix the table a while now, really) and beat her over the head with it, if I really need to drive my point home. as the barbaric ogre that I am
Domestic = home. Home = where everything begins. We all have a home, even if we don’t live in a materially focussed enviroment. Home can be a person, home can be a smell, home can be a sound.
dishwashing scrubbing blowing bubbles days of youth flag football 9TDs HotDoggin New Jam on the radio someday on the computer now just had sex, blacked out during sex.
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The woman pulled her cake from the oven, smiling at the crisp brown top. It was a perfect cake. Perfect in every way. She slid it out easily from the tin, a glint in her bright brown eyes.
cleaning fight josh goddess nigella tidy argument
Abuse is not visible to the naked eye. It lurks some place deeper, where only those who have learned from experience can recognize its signs. We have all been there, in some way or another. We hope it will go away, and that others can walk free.
i love grace, my domestic worker. she’s such an inspiration.
I don’t want to live this way. “You’re a woman,” you said to me that one summer afternoon when the sun was setting. We were lying in my bed and talking about the future. I did not want to marry you then either.
His harsh glare is full of emptiness.
Her skin, slick with sweat. Her eyes, dead a long time ago.
She flinches as his heavy arms swing toward her, aim numbed by drunken rage.
She is fallen. Broken.
In the whispered promise of the night, she flees.
animals,cows,horses,bulls, farm!! gujarat…my grandma own a farm there and so does my grandad…they have cows and chickens and mango trees…its an amazing palce to be!! i love it!my farm rox.
My family suffered from domestic violence. I fortunately was too young to get the wrath of this creature that no longer exists in our lives. Yet…I feel every inch of pain as they have.
Domestic Bliss. Is this what we expect when we marry? As women we are portrayed to let ourselves go, become beached whales and pop out children by the dozen – or at least double. Domestic bliss, take it back women, domestic bliss is simply the art of deligation, delegate to the one you love and pour another G&T.
partnership. who cares? it’s just like dating except it’s got a title to it. you’re stuck for life. or wait… maybe i was talking about the institution of marriage. again, who cares? it’s just like hell with a fancy name. domestic = dominated. like this paragraph. dominated!
I hadn’t thought to settle down. It was where the natural course of the relationship would go. We had been together long enough to finish each other’s sentences. It wasn’t what I had wanted, until I had wanted it from you..
I am a domestic person and love being at home. there is so much to do each day in an effort to keep my house tidy and domesticate my children! Some animals are domesticated: not that my children are animals! it is fun to watch some animals such as domestic goats clamboring about on rocks at the petting zoo. They love to nibble at anything withing reach.
watching through the window there’s a dog begging for scraps she’s in the bushes fuck this she’s just gonna leave and there’s a girl at the table and there’s a bandaid on her knee it’s pink like melissa’s bow floating in the red glossed water
I am a domestic goddess. It’s not a bad thing, it makes people happy.
Domestic abuse is terribly wrong. Anger, frustration, bitterness, rage. All leading up to its horrible demise. Don’t you dare submit to its dreadfulness. Don’t. You. Dare. Also dogs are domesticated. Usually.
They said they were ashamed she decided to become a housewife. She was one of the best students in College, and she gave it all up for him.
They didn’t understand it was the best decision of her life, and she was glad she decided not to be a CEO.
“Domestic? I don’t think so!” Arielle slapped her glass down on the counter, turned and walked away.
“Really, that is what she said. That she was a domestic worker. She needs a job – she wants to take care of the kids.”
“And you really believed that! I will let you know when I want help … and I will do the hiring!” Arielle turned towards Gregory. “I want you to know that if you do not get this woman out of your life, that you will have a domestic problem!:
abuse in the workplace is a crime which is not worth living for and women must end with the yellow jumper and cardigan which is slightly musty and the church roof, grey and slimy will slip as the tiles fall onto the ground