In a relationship…I believe that in order for it to work there has to be at least 5/10 mutual interests. If there aren’t any, then what are you going to do together? If there are only a few, then what will you do when they start to get boring?
There was a mutual respect between them. Despite their differing political views, they sat and listened to each other, questioning the other’s beliefs and carrying on the passionate conversations deep into the early morning hours. He was attracted to her intelligence just as much as her beauty.
At fist we were simply mutual friends. But over the years, the cause of friends, we became closer.
I couldn’t thank them more.
Its been six years now, that we’ve been together. But i never would have guess that it would all come to an end today.
It was a bright and early morning when i woke up to get ready. The usual morning rout
The dislike was mutual. They were both aware of the others loathing, but chose to act as though everything was fine. This was the behavior that was expected of them.
Their mutual love affair came to an abrupt end when she discovered he really didn’t love her just her cooking. She realized if she stopped cooking, he’d stop staying. She wondered whether their mutual love of her cooking, her love of cooking, his love of eating her cooking was enough to sustain their love.
It was a mutual feeling. We didn’t like each other, and for no reason at all. We simply avoided each other’s presence and when we had to interact, it was entirely fake. For some reason, that pissed me off about him even though I was doing it too. Later I began to have feelings for him but I denied it, I didn’t want to care about him. But he cared about me too and it was almost too late when I found out.
Mutual respect, that what you ask for right, its all you want. Concession between us, right? That’s what you said we would be, mutual respecting. Then why the hell do you treat me like I’m dirt, I’m not, so whats with the attitude? I’ve cried three times already, you really want to make it a fourth?
We sat on bench in some random park; too far from London for my fingers to feel properly frozen. I keep wondering if you can hear my veins, the ones pulsing with red anxiety. I think the cold will make me catch a nosebleed, but then I think that maybe you’ll cup your fingers around my fingers over my clown-red nose and everything will be okay. Everything will be okay because we’re sitting on a park bench in some farm town (barely a speck of a place), and I can feel the heat of your thigh against mine.
I had mutual felling about that new guy in school, the same as the most popular bitches. But I had to think of some way to win his love. I would not let another girl brain wash my love. I headed to the gazebo which was implanted in the courtyard of the school. He was sitting on the bench like usual. As I approached he seemed to reading the book the star of asterstoroth, the one I had read about seven times. Then I sat next to him and told him to kiss me. He slowly looked up and then locked eyes with me. He seemed glad to see me and slowly leaned in. As I too leaned twords him, closing my eyes I heard heels clack against the cold cobblestone walk way. Then before she could even say a word I endulged myself into his warm lips, which tasted of sweet honey. We twisted with glideful motion, and then we separated. I felt a rush wash over me.
I’m starting to sense that this feeling is mutual.
I feel you avoiding me because you’re afraid I’ll hurt you.
All you have to do is be honest with me. But I probably will hurt you. Or you’ll hurt me. That’s how it goes.
It’s beautiful.
I just wish…
I wish…
Wishing for the moon.
A mutual break-up requires a complete emptying of the brain, the retrieval of memories before they are tossed into a metal wastebasket and thrown in a dumpster, where it drifts toward the ocean and is soaked with salt. It requires one person smiling while weeping inwardly, no matter how right it was to end it, because a relationship, any relationship, leaves a rather large thumbprint.
it was mutual…she kept telling herself over and over again. But if it were, why was he already in a new relationship while she still suffered? He broke up with her…
what does it means
i don’t know what it means
i’m blank
i’m lost
i’m an ass
i’m going to Berlin monday
my bestfriend is a monkey
hihihi
this is funny
and i stil don’t know what it means
this will be my last word
hi
Mutual relationships, mutual feelings. Mutual is a really great word. Mutual, common, togetherness. I think people need more mutual feelings in their lives. Those are the best. But honestly, people already have a lot of mutuality. We just focus on the differences. And to be frank, that’s hella annoying.
The feeling was mutual. I was sure of it, really. We’d always been on the same page, him and I. I guess I didn’t know what I was getting into when we met but now…
I know that the feeling is great.
I’ve been so happy, and by the looks of it, so was he. I guess we’ve had problems along the way, but who doesn’t? The feeling was mutual between him and I.
i have no clue what mutual means so i’m gonna take a big guess which might be wrong. i think mutual means that you go some where to make objects like a factory or something like that. oh well maybe next time i will get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But how to know if the feeling is mutual? Sidelong glances in the hallways are all that’s left of last Saturday, and a burning question threatening to rise with the bile in my throat.
I think mutual is a type of class that certain people go to . That’s all i know about the word mutual. Today was fun at lunch i have some crazy sisters.
I wish what me and you could’ve gone through was a mutual decision over our relationship. Instead, you ran away when I told you I loved you and left me heart broken. Scared little boy. I almost pity that you’ll never experience love, or even give it a go. It’s beautiful.
The way love is supposed to be. Like vines growing and reaching and entwining. Mutual love. But when it’s just one tall flower growing and reaching, there’s no love; just waiting.
Nothing is ever mutual in an ugly divorce. You feel like you’re being eaten alive by all of the differences and then you wonder… how the hell did I get here…we were so intune. But whatever…Nothing matters anymore.
Now let me tell you about the mutual fund. Mutuals have been around for a long time. No, Mrs Smith. Do not listen to those who tell you they’ve lost money in them. Not possible. I assure you. Would I lie to you?
There is nothing to me as to have the opportunity to share with you. The last time you came over it´s was the best time I´d for years. The way you complete me is unbelievable, there is nothing as you for me. You can do what any of my friends can, you can do what any of the humans beings can, your are me.
my hand in yours is what i’m picturing. gently clasped on a spring day, both of ours tucked in your pocket on a cold day when winter nips at our heels, or linked by just one figure on days when we’re sweating bullets because the sun is trying to kill us but we still want that mutual contact.
I look into your eyes and search, wishing that the love I feel will be reflected back at me. I see glimmers hiding behind all the walls and rules you’ve put in place to save you, but deep down, the feeling is mutual.
I’d wait quite a long time to see him dead. To see his face contort in agony as flames devoured him. It was a mutual feeling. He hated me. It was completely normal.
the first thing i think of is friends. mutual friends, obviously my life is consumed by facebook. mutual friends has a negative connotation. its grounds for miscommunication, someone who knows someone. its a third person, a third party. just grounds for disaster. i guess the second thing i think of is mutual feelings, which are good, meaning two people are on the same page about an issue.
John und Peter kämpften gegenseitieg gegeneinander. sie waren feinde. Sie hassten sich über alles. John stieß einen schrei aus: “Aua! Du Sack” , meinte er.
“Nunja.”, meinte Peter. Ich mag Käsekuchen überalles. Käsekuchen-powe aktiviert! und dann kam ein riesen Käsekuchen aus der wand und sagte: Bäääänggooooo!
when i think mutual i think about something that is shared. like love. or an interest. or chocolate. mutual chocolate, hey, whaddaya know, i really like that. lets go have some mutual chocolate. or lets meet for some mutual chocolate. mmm. yum.
When I see the word “mutual” I think of people’s feelings and how they can be mutual. Mutual love is a beautiful thing – I wish I had experienced it with a boy (or a girl) – it would be amazing! I think feelings are most beautiful when they are mutual. Otherwise you’ll just end up getting completely hurt.
I have an agreement with an angel that we both will do our best to keep each other on our toes. I can’t help but feel blessed to have this mutual arrangement with someone who seems to be heaven sent…
In a relationship…I believe that in order for it to work there has to be at least 5/10 mutual interests. If there aren’t any, then what are you going to do together? If there are only a few, then what will you do when they start to get boring?
There was a mutual respect between them. Despite their differing political views, they sat and listened to each other, questioning the other’s beliefs and carrying on the passionate conversations deep into the early morning hours. He was attracted to her intelligence just as much as her beauty.
At fist we were simply mutual friends. But over the years, the cause of friends, we became closer.
I couldn’t thank them more.
Its been six years now, that we’ve been together. But i never would have guess that it would all come to an end today.
It was a bright and early morning when i woke up to get ready. The usual morning rout
The dislike was mutual. They were both aware of the others loathing, but chose to act as though everything was fine. This was the behavior that was expected of them.
Hold your thigh against mine and hold your breath in the space between my lips because we’ve only got one deaf beat.
Their mutual love affair came to an abrupt end when she discovered he really didn’t love her just her cooking. She realized if she stopped cooking, he’d stop staying. She wondered whether their mutual love of her cooking, her love of cooking, his love of eating her cooking was enough to sustain their love.
It was a mutual feeling. We didn’t like each other, and for no reason at all. We simply avoided each other’s presence and when we had to interact, it was entirely fake. For some reason, that pissed me off about him even though I was doing it too. Later I began to have feelings for him but I denied it, I didn’t want to care about him. But he cared about me too and it was almost too late when I found out.
Mutual respect, that what you ask for right, its all you want. Concession between us, right? That’s what you said we would be, mutual respecting. Then why the hell do you treat me like I’m dirt, I’m not, so whats with the attitude? I’ve cried three times already, you really want to make it a fourth?
We sat on bench in some random park; too far from London for my fingers to feel properly frozen. I keep wondering if you can hear my veins, the ones pulsing with red anxiety. I think the cold will make me catch a nosebleed, but then I think that maybe you’ll cup your fingers around my fingers over my clown-red nose and everything will be okay. Everything will be okay because we’re sitting on a park bench in some farm town (barely a speck of a place), and I can feel the heat of your thigh against mine.
I had mutual felling about that new guy in school, the same as the most popular bitches. But I had to think of some way to win his love. I would not let another girl brain wash my love. I headed to the gazebo which was implanted in the courtyard of the school. He was sitting on the bench like usual. As I approached he seemed to reading the book the star of asterstoroth, the one I had read about seven times. Then I sat next to him and told him to kiss me. He slowly looked up and then locked eyes with me. He seemed glad to see me and slowly leaned in. As I too leaned twords him, closing my eyes I heard heels clack against the cold cobblestone walk way. Then before she could even say a word I endulged myself into his warm lips, which tasted of sweet honey. We twisted with glideful motion, and then we separated. I felt a rush wash over me.
I’m starting to sense that this feeling is mutual.
I feel you avoiding me because you’re afraid I’ll hurt you.
All you have to do is be honest with me. But I probably will hurt you. Or you’ll hurt me. That’s how it goes.
It’s beautiful.
I just wish…
I wish…
Wishing for the moon.
A mutual break-up requires a complete emptying of the brain, the retrieval of memories before they are tossed into a metal wastebasket and thrown in a dumpster, where it drifts toward the ocean and is soaked with salt. It requires one person smiling while weeping inwardly, no matter how right it was to end it, because a relationship, any relationship, leaves a rather large thumbprint.
it was mutual…she kept telling herself over and over again. But if it were, why was he already in a new relationship while she still suffered? He broke up with her…
what does it means
i don’t know what it means
i’m blank
i’m lost
i’m an ass
i’m going to Berlin monday
my bestfriend is a monkey
hihihi
this is funny
and i stil don’t know what it means
this will be my last word
hi
Mutual relationships, mutual feelings. Mutual is a really great word. Mutual, common, togetherness. I think people need more mutual feelings in their lives. Those are the best. But honestly, people already have a lot of mutuality. We just focus on the differences. And to be frank, that’s hella annoying.
The feeling was mutual. I was sure of it, really. We’d always been on the same page, him and I. I guess I didn’t know what I was getting into when we met but now…
I know that the feeling is great.
I’ve been so happy, and by the looks of it, so was he. I guess we’ve had problems along the way, but who doesn’t? The feeling was mutual between him and I.
I mean, he’s my best friend.
sharing and caring, working together for the best outcome possible. I scratch your back, you’ll scratch mine.
“It’s a mutual understanding we have, officer,” I smiled, dipping my hand into my pocket. He didn’t smile.
i dont know what it means .
Mutual means like to have an agreement. Mutual can be a church thing for mormons too. My friend goes to mutual on Wednesday nights.
i have no clue what mutual means so i’m gonna take a big guess which might be wrong. i think mutual means that you go some where to make objects like a factory or something like that. oh well maybe next time i will get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But how to know if the feeling is mutual? Sidelong glances in the hallways are all that’s left of last Saturday, and a burning question threatening to rise with the bile in my throat.
I think mutual is a type of class that certain people go to . That’s all i know about the word mutual. Today was fun at lunch i have some crazy sisters.
All i no about mutual is the facebook one that means a friend the u have another friend in common with.
Mutual to me means something that is uncommon.Something thats not alike.
Mutual I am not sure what it is.
I wish what me and you could’ve gone through was a mutual decision over our relationship. Instead, you ran away when I told you I loved you and left me heart broken. Scared little boy. I almost pity that you’ll never experience love, or even give it a go. It’s beautiful.
The way love is supposed to be. Like vines growing and reaching and entwining. Mutual love. But when it’s just one tall flower growing and reaching, there’s no love; just waiting.
Nothing is ever mutual in an ugly divorce. You feel like you’re being eaten alive by all of the differences and then you wonder… how the hell did I get here…we were so intune. But whatever…Nothing matters anymore.
Now let me tell you about the mutual fund. Mutuals have been around for a long time. No, Mrs Smith. Do not listen to those who tell you they’ve lost money in them. Not possible. I assure you. Would I lie to you?
There is nothing to me as to have the opportunity to share with you. The last time you came over it´s was the best time I´d for years. The way you complete me is unbelievable, there is nothing as you for me. You can do what any of my friends can, you can do what any of the humans beings can, your are me.
We had a mutual understanding: I made the rules and he followed them. It was the perfect relationship. Why can’t all romances be so easy?
my hand in yours is what i’m picturing. gently clasped on a spring day, both of ours tucked in your pocket on a cold day when winter nips at our heels, or linked by just one figure on days when we’re sweating bullets because the sun is trying to kill us but we still want that mutual contact.
I look into your eyes and search, wishing that the love I feel will be reflected back at me. I see glimmers hiding behind all the walls and rules you’ve put in place to save you, but deep down, the feeling is mutual.
I’d wait quite a long time to see him dead. To see his face contort in agony as flames devoured him. It was a mutual feeling. He hated me. It was completely normal.
the first thing i think of is friends. mutual friends, obviously my life is consumed by facebook. mutual friends has a negative connotation. its grounds for miscommunication, someone who knows someone. its a third person, a third party. just grounds for disaster. i guess the second thing i think of is mutual feelings, which are good, meaning two people are on the same page about an issue.
John und Peter kämpften gegenseitieg gegeneinander. sie waren feinde. Sie hassten sich über alles. John stieß einen schrei aus: “Aua! Du Sack” , meinte er.
“Nunja.”, meinte Peter. Ich mag Käsekuchen überalles. Käsekuchen-powe aktiviert! und dann kam ein riesen Käsekuchen aus der wand und sagte: Bäääänggooooo!
when i think mutual i think about something that is shared. like love. or an interest. or chocolate. mutual chocolate, hey, whaddaya know, i really like that. lets go have some mutual chocolate. or lets meet for some mutual chocolate. mmm. yum.
When I see the word “mutual” I think of people’s feelings and how they can be mutual. Mutual love is a beautiful thing – I wish I had experienced it with a boy (or a girl) – it would be amazing! I think feelings are most beautiful when they are mutual. Otherwise you’ll just end up getting completely hurt.
I have an agreement with an angel that we both will do our best to keep each other on our toes. I can’t help but feel blessed to have this mutual arrangement with someone who seems to be heaven sent…