what i need on my door not only to keep people out but to keep the inspiration and warmth in. side effects include: happiness, comfort, a grin from ear to ear, and possibly an extreme feeling of security.
You have the key to the lock that’s on my heart. The seal was never broken until you cam along and set my love free. I want to hold you in my arms and keep you safe, and lock you in them like you are the safe. I don’t want anyone else to have you.
Lock. I locked you out of my life. And then thats when you left. I didnt want to let you back in. But you swore you could. I promised myself you wouldnt. So I kept the lock. On my heart.
In my life. But what I didnt know was that you had the combination all along.
The lock keeps me safe. I double check it every night. Keep out. Keep out everyone. The lock keeps me safe. I will not be victimized. I will stay strong. Strong. Me and my lock.
I wish I could lock up thoughts of you in a place where I can’t reach them. Lock up all the nightmares and never see them again. I want to lose the key to who I used to be. But I don’t have a good locksmith.
The lock felt tight around his neck, strangling him with pure bliss that poured glitters of tears from his crystal-like eyes. The man before him, cloaked by the shadows, growled.
“…just a bit more…”
hissed: “hurry up, he’ll be here in 10 seconds”
“don’t rush me, dumbass, I know what i’m doing-”
click
(turns and grins) “told you I could pick it.”
“Was I doubting you?”
“come on, we’ve got 5 minutes. Let’s vandalize this bitch.”
stuck. closed. waiting for someone to come with the key. waiting for yourself to find the key within yourself. perhaps that is most important. the finding our own worth…realizing only we can hold the key to our own hearts…love. self worth. unlocking all of that.
I always lock my door every time I enter my room. I never make it a point to lock eyes with someone who I think is cute. I’ve never been in a love lock down. I still haven’t bought a lock for my locker. I sometimes feel annoyed when someone locks the door without me knowing, so I shout. I find it hard to unlock my friend’s locker’s lock.
her lips trembled. her breath came in short, small wispy clouds. the temperature in the room was freezing. she huddled closer to the corner of the room as she tried to stay warm. no one could hear her. no one could see her. no one can help her. she’s locked in that room with the ice cold demons. she’ll never survive.
He flinched as she pulled the dagger out of her belt, and his eyes widened as she raised it.
“Don’t kill me,” he pleaded.
“Idiot. I’m not going to kill you.”
And that being said, she chopped off her beautiful locks of golden hair and let them fall to the ground.
Locks are what keep you from opening the door to new experiences. You lock yourself into the confines of your own mind, not wanting to go out and live your life. They are also good for keeping out bad people, haha~
stock lock and barrel. You shot me down. stock lock and barrel. Never looked back. Just stuffed away your stock lock and barrel. Too bad you never cared to check my pulse and my finger on my lock stock and barrel. Trigger pulled, Bamph!
I wanna lock myself in. Sometimes I don’t even wanna come out. I want to be to myself – alone, sometimes. Locking myself out wouldn’t help me – but that would mean i could connect with myself a little more. I hate being alone – but hate to be with people because they tend to judge too much. I want to find out who i am instead of hiding so much. I’m a walking paradox. I don’t know who I want to be – i just wanna be free. I sometimes wish there was no lock.
It becomes apparent that he just doesn’t give a damn at that moment. He doesn’t bother with carefully picking the lock so it can be used later on. He takes out his gun and shoots it to pieces, then grabs my arm and pulls me inside, slamming the door behind him. I stumble over to the nearest dusty chair and slump down into it, biting my lip as a sharp pain blazes behind my eyes. He’s quick to follow me. He tilts back my head with unusually gentle hands and analyzes the deep wounds on my face, the bloodied bump on my head. He lets out a sigh; a long, relieved sigh which immediately tells me that I’m okay. Nothing is too serious. And though he’s worn and exhuasted and nursing what I think must be a dislocated elbow, he gives me a reassuring smile. I just see it through my eyelashes as I pass out. I sleep easy because of it.
A lock forever keeps my heart hidden.
A lock hides my emotions.
A lock keeps my secrets safe.
A lock on my heart forever keeps the real me a secret.
A lock on my heart forever keeps my heart hidden.
Locks and loofahs. Those are a few of my favorite things. Every one I find (locks) I open. Loofahs are just great for exfoliation. I didn’t even know these were some of my favorite things until about 60 seconds ago. How’s that for an epiphany?
I need a lock for my locker. That’s the thing that keeps my insides from falling out. My insides are held into a steel cage of death and pain. That’s school. My papers come spilling out the top, the sides of my locker. Everything comes with an avalanche. Destruction and tears. Held back with a lock. Tha
“Are we talking about the same thing?” Angela looked up from the lock she was picking.
Joey was peering down the barrel of a shotgun with the air of a competent gunslinger, cowboy, or perhaps redneck. “We sure are, sugar.”
“I’m not food,” Angela said, and felt the tumblers give beneath the picks. Excellent. “Put the gun down. Your mom was a pacifist. Now come on – that safe is waiting.”
Bondage is a curious thing. Even after the straps and harnesses, the whips and chains, the ball gags and little electrical clips are put away, there’s still the undertones of connection. You’ll never look at a coffee table the same way, for instance. You’re locked into a new mindset – one you can’t ever hope to escape. Frightening, isn’t it?
absent a lot is a device where u lock things and then you have a block of and why this i dont know what im writing omg wtf i dont get this a lock is a this makes me angry why wuld someone make a stie like this GRRR rage type rageageagaegageageagage agega e gea eg word word word lock lock your mouth bitcff
Lock and key. Here is a lock, here is me. I thought we could make it work you see. But proximity is the only way that this will work ever again. Lock up your hearts when they’re too far to see.
The lock was jammed. She cursed in frustration. Today of all fucking days. The one day she needed to get in the safe since it was bought and it was jammed. Fuck. This would not do at all.
Lock and key. Everything is under lock and key. Somehow that’s what comes to mind first for me. Maybe it’s my lack of trust or past with secrets… But I honestly think, once you tell even just one other person, a secret will never completely stay locked away. I admit, I trust very few people and sometimes I don’t even trust myself. But saying “Please keep this under lock and key”… It’s unrealistic.
Walking up the ornate door, slowly. The details on the finely polished wood seem to glisten as I got closer to it. Looking down I see a blotch on the beautiful color. An ugly, old padlock, sitting there, mocking all those who come by it.
Lock up your heart. Keep it close and safe from marauders who might try to steal it. You can never get it back—even if you wanted to. I lost my heart a while back. I know who has it and I think he’s taking care of it. I hope so.
his eyes were frantic. his enemies were closing in, he could hear their bloodthirsty roars over the blood rushing in his ears. he jiggled the lock that held fast to the only escape he knew. he couldn’t unlock it. it was useless. he was going to die and he felt it in his bones.
The lock would simply not accept the key. She tried and tried, it would not open. It made her wonder. What could be behind this door? Why would someone change the lock like this? Mysterious. Very mysterious. She left unsatisfied.
you think you know me. you will never. I keep myself safe behind a lock and no one gets the key. I am for me only, you see what I want you to see. You will never be worthy to have the secrets that I keep hidden from the World.
hello?
I just found this on stumble upon…
I have no idea what this is..
or what I’m doing….
there’s this purple bar that’s growing on the bottom of the screen..
and it’s saying ‘lock’ at the top of the screen..
now the purple bar is darker
and almost at the end
what i need on my door not only to keep people out but to keep the inspiration and warmth in. side effects include: happiness, comfort, a grin from ear to ear, and possibly an extreme feeling of security.
You have the key to the lock that’s on my heart. The seal was never broken until you cam along and set my love free. I want to hold you in my arms and keep you safe, and lock you in them like you are the safe. I don’t want anyone else to have you.
Lock. I locked you out of my life. And then thats when you left. I didnt want to let you back in. But you swore you could. I promised myself you wouldnt. So I kept the lock. On my heart.
In my life. But what I didnt know was that you had the combination all along.
The lock keeps me safe. I double check it every night. Keep out. Keep out everyone. The lock keeps me safe. I will not be victimized. I will stay strong. Strong. Me and my lock.
I wish I could lock up thoughts of you in a place where I can’t reach them. Lock up all the nightmares and never see them again. I want to lose the key to who I used to be. But I don’t have a good locksmith.
“Cross your heart! Cross it!”
Why did ‘lock’ trigger that memory? I’ll just sit and smile. Silly hippocampus!
The lock felt tight around his neck, strangling him with pure bliss that poured glitters of tears from his crystal-like eyes. The man before him, cloaked by the shadows, growled.
“…just a bit more…”
hissed: “hurry up, he’ll be here in 10 seconds”
“don’t rush me, dumbass, I know what i’m doing-”
click
(turns and grins) “told you I could pick it.”
“Was I doubting you?”
“come on, we’ve got 5 minutes. Let’s vandalize this bitch.”
Lock me up in your embrace,
So I can finally find solace,
In imprisonment.
birdsong
ripples toward backstage summer
my ultra-green valley
pours her milk
gently down
the doe-eyed foal,
the wet calf,
sense-drunk, heavy lidded
bask in impossible blue
Something you do to keep others away or out of something private or yours; what belongs to you and not someone else and you want it to stay that way.
stuck. closed. waiting for someone to come with the key. waiting for yourself to find the key within yourself. perhaps that is most important. the finding our own worth…realizing only we can hold the key to our own hearts…love. self worth. unlocking all of that.
I always lock my door every time I enter my room. I never make it a point to lock eyes with someone who I think is cute. I’ve never been in a love lock down. I still haven’t bought a lock for my locker. I sometimes feel annoyed when someone locks the door without me knowing, so I shout. I find it hard to unlock my friend’s locker’s lock.
her lips trembled. her breath came in short, small wispy clouds. the temperature in the room was freezing. she huddled closer to the corner of the room as she tried to stay warm. no one could hear her. no one could see her. no one can help her. she’s locked in that room with the ice cold demons. she’ll never survive.
He flinched as she pulled the dagger out of her belt, and his eyes widened as she raised it.
“Don’t kill me,” he pleaded.
“Idiot. I’m not going to kill you.”
And that being said, she chopped off her beautiful locks of golden hair and let them fall to the ground.
the lock on th edoor was well , locked. She said it was open but she meant the garage door. Ughhh.
“meaning?”
“meaning that bogdan can see into the future.”
“what? how can you see into something that does not exist? “
Locks are what keep you from opening the door to new experiences. You lock yourself into the confines of your own mind, not wanting to go out and live your life. They are also good for keeping out bad people, haha~
Yeah…
…
stock lock and barrel. You shot me down. stock lock and barrel. Never looked back. Just stuffed away your stock lock and barrel. Too bad you never cared to check my pulse and my finger on my lock stock and barrel. Trigger pulled, Bamph!
I wanna lock myself in. Sometimes I don’t even wanna come out. I want to be to myself – alone, sometimes. Locking myself out wouldn’t help me – but that would mean i could connect with myself a little more. I hate being alone – but hate to be with people because they tend to judge too much. I want to find out who i am instead of hiding so much. I’m a walking paradox. I don’t know who I want to be – i just wanna be free. I sometimes wish there was no lock.
It becomes apparent that he just doesn’t give a damn at that moment. He doesn’t bother with carefully picking the lock so it can be used later on. He takes out his gun and shoots it to pieces, then grabs my arm and pulls me inside, slamming the door behind him. I stumble over to the nearest dusty chair and slump down into it, biting my lip as a sharp pain blazes behind my eyes. He’s quick to follow me. He tilts back my head with unusually gentle hands and analyzes the deep wounds on my face, the bloodied bump on my head. He lets out a sigh; a long, relieved sigh which immediately tells me that I’m okay. Nothing is too serious. And though he’s worn and exhuasted and nursing what I think must be a dislocated elbow, he gives me a reassuring smile. I just see it through my eyelashes as I pass out. I sleep easy because of it.
A lock forever keeps my heart hidden.
A lock hides my emotions.
A lock keeps my secrets safe.
A lock on my heart forever keeps the real me a secret.
A lock on my heart forever keeps my heart hidden.
I wish I could just lock the door and not have to deal with anyone. Oh wait, I can.
*click*
where is the key?
is it a combination lock
or a padlock
you can try breaking the lock
or is it a pin lock for adult channels
alwa end up with PORN :D
Locks and loofahs. Those are a few of my favorite things. Every one I find (locks) I open. Loofahs are just great for exfoliation. I didn’t even know these were some of my favorite things until about 60 seconds ago. How’s that for an epiphany?
I need a lock for my locker. That’s the thing that keeps my insides from falling out. My insides are held into a steel cage of death and pain. That’s school. My papers come spilling out the top, the sides of my locker. Everything comes with an avalanche. Destruction and tears. Held back with a lock. Tha
“Lock, stock, and barrel.”
“Are we talking about the same thing?” Angela looked up from the lock she was picking.
Joey was peering down the barrel of a shotgun with the air of a competent gunslinger, cowboy, or perhaps redneck. “We sure are, sugar.”
“I’m not food,” Angela said, and felt the tumblers give beneath the picks. Excellent. “Put the gun down. Your mom was a pacifist. Now come on – that safe is waiting.”
Bondage is a curious thing. Even after the straps and harnesses, the whips and chains, the ball gags and little electrical clips are put away, there’s still the undertones of connection. You’ll never look at a coffee table the same way, for instance. You’re locked into a new mindset – one you can’t ever hope to escape. Frightening, isn’t it?
absent a lot is a device where u lock things and then you have a block of and why this i dont know what im writing omg wtf i dont get this a lock is a this makes me angry why wuld someone make a stie like this GRRR rage type rageageagaegageageagage agega e gea eg word word word lock lock your mouth bitcff
a padlock like the one on our chicken coop. it keeps people from stealing our eggs.
Lock and key. Here is a lock, here is me. I thought we could make it work you see. But proximity is the only way that this will work ever again. Lock up your hearts when they’re too far to see.
The lock was jammed. She cursed in frustration. Today of all fucking days. The one day she needed to get in the safe since it was bought and it was jammed. Fuck. This would not do at all.
Lock and key. Everything is under lock and key. Somehow that’s what comes to mind first for me. Maybe it’s my lack of trust or past with secrets… But I honestly think, once you tell even just one other person, a secret will never completely stay locked away. I admit, I trust very few people and sometimes I don’t even trust myself. But saying “Please keep this under lock and key”… It’s unrealistic.
Walking up the ornate door, slowly. The details on the finely polished wood seem to glisten as I got closer to it. Looking down I see a blotch on the beautiful color. An ugly, old padlock, sitting there, mocking all those who come by it.
i dont try to secure, hide or protect. i jus rhyme in the line of an emcee’s respect.
Lock up your heart. Keep it close and safe from marauders who might try to steal it. You can never get it back—even if you wanted to. I lost my heart a while back. I know who has it and I think he’s taking care of it. I hope so.
his eyes were frantic. his enemies were closing in, he could hear their bloodthirsty roars over the blood rushing in his ears. he jiggled the lock that held fast to the only escape he knew. he couldn’t unlock it. it was useless. he was going to die and he felt it in his bones.
The lock would simply not accept the key. She tried and tried, it would not open. It made her wonder. What could be behind this door? Why would someone change the lock like this? Mysterious. Very mysterious. She left unsatisfied.
you think you know me. you will never. I keep myself safe behind a lock and no one gets the key. I am for me only, you see what I want you to see. You will never be worthy to have the secrets that I keep hidden from the World.
hello?
I just found this on stumble upon…
I have no idea what this is..
or what I’m doing….
there’s this purple bar that’s growing on the bottom of the screen..
and it’s saying ‘lock’ at the top of the screen..
now the purple bar is darker
and almost at the end