Well, I am up now, dressed and ready for action. This will be the start of the day, leaving the other misunderstanding aside. Who wakes up at 3am and starts to write? What I was writing at 3am, just the rattling of marbles in the brain, just nonsense that needs to be ignored.
To my heart, it’s a misunderstanding. If I had been more committed. If I had believed you were more committed. But my brain knows neither of us wanted to commit. Not a misunderstanding, the truth. Understanding was part of the problem.
what is so hard to understand about not being able to comprehend an idea, thought, catalogue, or even object. Minunderstanding is a way for studpid people to recall that they in fact are stupid however they do not want to admit that they do not know, instead admitting they misunderstand. cop out.
I wasn’t supposed to be the one on the chopping block. It was all his fault, it always is. I just took the blame for him because of our history, and that ended up bringing me to Death Row. It’s all a misunderstanding. It’s supposed to be him.
This hadn’t been what he wanted at all. He’d just meant to show up, make a friend or two and leave. Instead he was stuck in the hospital worrying himself sick over a man he didn’t even know. If mom could see him now…Jeez.
In that font, the word misunderstanding is huge. And maybe it deserves to look that huge because it’s a word with huge reprocusions. Even a small misunderstanding usually leads to some kind of blown out of proportion problem.
It was a misunderstand. It sounds dumb, but it was. Not that the police care. Or the FBI. Or the CIA. Seriously, when I catch the guy who gave me this briefcase he’s done for.
Wir haben uns nie wirklich missverstanden. Es war klar, was wir beide denken und fühlen. Vielleicht haben wir es manchmal vor uns her geschoben und verdrängt, die Intensität und auch die Relevanz für unsere Leben, doch ein Missverständnis gab es nie. Wir wussten beide, was wir uns bedeuten. Vielleicht wollten wir es nur beide nicht wahrhaben, aufgrund der schwerwiegenden Konsequenzen.
They’d loved each other for years. She was always happier with him, but he never seemed to change with her. It disappointed her, discouraged her – yet she would never give up.
It would break his heart for her to think he could even love without her.
Years. It felt like years that Ludwig had felt something for Feliciano. Maybe it was his happiness, his ever present smile, but mostly, his beautiful mind. He was always so nice to him, he thought it was friendliness, but Feliciano meant it as anything but that.
It all happened when Helena least expected it. It came through the linoleum floor, a creature, that out of the blue just entered the surface with a large witty smile. She was so scared at first, but then, thought really profound about it, and realized she could not be afraid any longer, that it could only be a misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding thing which ends relation
something which bring unhappiness and takes us to a depressed mode
Kill this with love and bring happiness by removing mis from misunderstanding
As i watched my friend talk to another friend he looked at me. I looked away embarrassed, he didn’t seem to care. They just kept talking, they don’t overthink stuff.
When i walked into the house what i saw was… alarming to say the least. My son was on top of his friend. they both looked at me alarmed.
“It’s not what it looks like” They exclaimed in uniscene
“mhm”
I blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She was adamant. “Why weren’t you there?” she repeated. “I was expecting you there, and you weren’t there. Everything fell apart. I needed you.”
“Okay,” I muttered, shuffling awkwardly against my chair. “I think there’s a slight misunderstanding here. I don’t know where ‘there’ is, and I certainly don’t remember telling you I’d be anywhere for you in particular.”
I blushed when I was in my cube alone. How dumb was I. And to do it in front of so many other people. They just looked at me like I was scum under their shoes.
I’m sorry I haven’t worked here as long as you.
I’m sorry I don’t really know what’s going on.
I’m sorry I’m not enough for myself so I assume I’m not enough for you either.
But,
Well, I am up now, dressed and ready for action. This will be the start of the day, leaving the other misunderstanding aside. Who wakes up at 3am and starts to write? What I was writing at 3am, just the rattling of marbles in the brain, just nonsense that needs to be ignored.
To my heart, it’s a misunderstanding. If I had been more committed. If I had believed you were more committed. But my brain knows neither of us wanted to commit. Not a misunderstanding, the truth. Understanding was part of the problem.
what is so hard to understand about not being able to comprehend an idea, thought, catalogue, or even object. Minunderstanding is a way for studpid people to recall that they in fact are stupid however they do not want to admit that they do not know, instead admitting they misunderstand. cop out.
I wonder if things are ever quite clear between the sea and the sky
or the grass and the rain
I wasn’t supposed to be the one on the chopping block. It was all his fault, it always is. I just took the blame for him because of our history, and that ended up bringing me to Death Row. It’s all a misunderstanding. It’s supposed to be him.
I misunderstood the purpose of this exercise at first. I spent too much time thinking, and did not start writing until the time was half over.
I did not say that I would not help out with the child support. I said that you need to get a job. is it my fault that you
Arctic white butterflies
land upon my lover
and our sleeping children
I am composing a piece on death
to play alone, in darkness
each brittle note
a tap against glass
then an hour’s silence
the butterflies’ lightness –
falling petals
on the skin of my loves
their breath
trembling translucent wings
makes me cry
each tear a note in the score
I have laid
milk, honey at the table
in the morning
blue wrens will flit at the window
but tonight
arctic white wings
open and close
to the sounds of breath
my workings
and glass keys
This hadn’t been what he wanted at all. He’d just meant to show up, make a friend or two and leave. Instead he was stuck in the hospital worrying himself sick over a man he didn’t even know. If mom could see him now…Jeez.
In that font, the word misunderstanding is huge. And maybe it deserves to look that huge because it’s a word with huge reprocusions. Even a small misunderstanding usually leads to some kind of blown out of proportion problem.
It was a misunderstand. It sounds dumb, but it was. Not that the police care. Or the FBI. Or the CIA. Seriously, when I catch the guy who gave me this briefcase he’s done for.
THE ACT OF MASTURBATING WHILE CHATTING ONLINE
Wir haben uns nie wirklich missverstanden. Es war klar, was wir beide denken und fühlen. Vielleicht haben wir es manchmal vor uns her geschoben und verdrängt, die Intensität und auch die Relevanz für unsere Leben, doch ein Missverständnis gab es nie. Wir wussten beide, was wir uns bedeuten. Vielleicht wollten wir es nur beide nicht wahrhaben, aufgrund der schwerwiegenden Konsequenzen.
They’d loved each other for years. She was always happier with him, but he never seemed to change with her. It disappointed her, discouraged her – yet she would never give up.
It would break his heart for her to think he could even love without her.
Years. It felt like years that Ludwig had felt something for Feliciano. Maybe it was his happiness, his ever present smile, but mostly, his beautiful mind. He was always so nice to him, he thought it was friendliness, but Feliciano meant it as anything but that.
It all happened when Helena least expected it. It came through the linoleum floor, a creature, that out of the blue just entered the surface with a large witty smile. She was so scared at first, but then, thought really profound about it, and realized she could not be afraid any longer, that it could only be a misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding thing which ends relation
something which bring unhappiness and takes us to a depressed mode
Kill this with love and bring happiness by removing mis from misunderstanding
As i watched my friend talk to another friend he looked at me. I looked away embarrassed, he didn’t seem to care. They just kept talking, they don’t overthink stuff.
When i walked into the house what i saw was… alarming to say the least. My son was on top of his friend. they both looked at me alarmed.
“It’s not what it looks like” They exclaimed in uniscene
“mhm”
“Why weren’t you there?”
I blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She was adamant. “Why weren’t you there?” she repeated. “I was expecting you there, and you weren’t there. Everything fell apart. I needed you.”
“Okay,” I muttered, shuffling awkwardly against my chair. “I think there’s a slight misunderstanding here. I don’t know where ‘there’ is, and I certainly don’t remember telling you I’d be anywhere for you in particular.”
I blushed when I was in my cube alone. How dumb was I. And to do it in front of so many other people. They just looked at me like I was scum under their shoes.
I’m sorry I haven’t worked here as long as you.
I’m sorry I don’t really know what’s going on.
I’m sorry I’m not enough for myself so I assume I’m not enough for you either.
But,