Those girls with there black capes that rule schools. They walk around with their rulers and their stern faces and you best hide from them in the hallways because if your skirt is not exactly two inches below the knee then your in for it.
‘nun’ is a nano of fun. A little bit of a smidget of a smile. For a little while. A slight tip of a stranger’s hat. A lick from a cat. ‘Nun’ is part of the particles of the sun.
they go to church a lot because they wear hats which are really like capes around your head….yeah idk much about nuns lol im not one! Why am i still writing about nuns. They arent that cool. I don’t think i could ever be a nun mainly because their rules are too strict.
one of my ex’s fantasies, never really understood it, but i guess i can see the fascination of having being with someone thats forbidden fruit, bad as it may sound yes i agree, but isnt that human nature, and for some reason black and white in my opinion are the best combination you could ever find.
She was an ex-nun, tough as nuns come but with tattoos and a crucifix that may have just been inverted if you looked close enough. How does someone go from one to the other? From piety to sacrilege, from serving the ineffable to having the mundane tattooed on her flesh?
once upon a time there was a nun. she lived in a convent with many other nuns her age but often wondered why she was there. she was never a religious lady, but her parents had passed away tragically at a young age, and by default, she had ended up in a orphanage.
The nun was found on the floor of the cathedral. A bullet hole through her skull splattered her brains across the floor. Brian McClain stood over the dead body holding a handkerchief over his mouth to block the smell of eroding flesh.
She clothed herself in bundles of fabric, layer upon layer upon layer. No one could see what was under, no one could see her skin. The blemishes, the faults. She was perfect to them, pure, clean. Did anyone really know what lay beneath?
The nun pressed a loaf of bread into my trembling, dirty hands. I looked up into a severe, yet kind face, shadowed by the black wimple. Her eyes were sparkling, and suddenly she smiled. It was too much.
She was a pretty young nun, he noted. He must have been staring, for his teacher nudged him and whispered angrily, ‘You are the head of the church, may I remind you. Nuns are off limits.’
She wanted me to be a nun. To stay humble and a virgin. Not to look any man in the eyes. To devote my life to religion. But I’m not like that. I yearn for men, for women. I want intimacy, heat. I can’t be a nun.
Nuns are so weird they wear those headdresses but whats the point are they bald i wonder i wanna strip a nun now haha i wonder if nuns can be strippers doubt it oh well itd be coolxD bai! Um..okay…it gave me more time…okay….weird…NUNS!!!!!!!! Bahahahahahahaha this thing is weird why did it give me more time okay oh well BAI!~
Nun. As in, I’ll be having NUN of it, I’m a little cross today! Nuns are very strict. I’d rather be a part of a religions whose disciples are called ‘sums’ or perhaps even ‘fulls’, ‘fulls of life!’. Or ‘luvs’. It seems a shame to have people dressed in black safeguard spiritual gates and customs. I’m going to start a convent of ‘luvs’.
i would love to be a nun to serve god and even the people of the world. This would be a sacrifice from my part to god to change this world to a better place.
black clothes she’s flying I lll never see her naked do i wnat to? kind of scary but pretty friendly foreign really nun exposure have i been deprived. only know them from tv
You could be a monk, or a nun, and live in a convent — but that doesn’t make you a better believer. We are all flawed, even clergy. When you realize that, THAT’s when you are a better believer.
In Africa, it was the nuns who took care of the villages, who really knew the communities, their members and their needs. These were women who could move the world with a word, and who were not going to be stopped by the pious, but faulted consciences of men thousands of miles away who had no sense of the trials of this part of the earth.
Nun? as in the nuns that slap you with rulers when you swear? They’re quite terrifying. In fact, one of my good friends went to a catholic school. Apparently she didn’t last very long there. I would have joined her, but she told me not to.I would be “fresh meat” to the rest of them
i walked home in the rain tonight. i used my cardigan to shelter my face from the wet. i draped it around my head and let the sleeves fall over my chest. i looked like a nun. sanctified from the rain.
I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. Not only did I doubt that Father had it in him to do such a thing, but I was beginning to suspect that that nun was a lying bitch.
The nun hardly lifted the ruler that struck her hand, as Louisa was already contemplating her next challenge. She would show them how to insist on her good behavior. She would show them!
I dont want to be a nun. I love what i am and i thank God for what He has made me become. I thank Him and only Him. i dont like nuns that much. They ussually dress in black and i dont like black as much.
There was a nun, she wore black and she had a hat. She was in a band. Wait it’s a man. A man in a hat? A man that is a nun? What world is this?
Earth. The nun is a pedophile. God damn, batman.
“Sister Mary, wait up,” Melissa cried as she sped towards the three women in wimples and habits. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” The steel-gray eyes surveyed Melissa as the nun’s face creased into a wide smile. “You never leave here, child,” she admonished lightly. “You simply go visit elsewhere for a time.”
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I see a nun sitting on a park bench. She is sobbing. I ask her why. She says, “Because of all the terrible things in the world.” I sit down quietly next to her for a moment. I realise even the greatest worshippers of God have their doubts.
There was a black nun who lived in a white community. every day, the sisters would come to her room and rap softly on the door. they would all then laugh and run away. the black nun hated them. the end.
conservatively appropriate. tidy in her belongings. comfortably constrained but maybe it’s a unselfish gain or maybe even self-disdain? a flock with the feathers, not to question the why’s or the if’s. to follow stiff regulations, slamming her stick on your desk. these are just stereotypes of course, of what the media chooses to display, what they only have of interest to convey. to the masses, because secretly and entirely we are all flocks of a feather, except with different colors and tints. we just don’t realize our similarities because we only interest in our differences. our differences are what makes us intriguiing and our similarities are what we have been ignorant to in seeing
I once met a nun when I was very young and thought thats,what I want to be it seemed so mysterious and strange. I wanted to be different.
Those girls with there black capes that rule schools. They walk around with their rulers and their stern faces and you best hide from them in the hallways because if your skirt is not exactly two inches below the knee then your in for it.
‘nun’ is a nano of fun. A little bit of a smidget of a smile. For a little while. A slight tip of a stranger’s hat. A lick from a cat. ‘Nun’ is part of the particles of the sun.
they go to church a lot because they wear hats which are really like capes around your head….yeah idk much about nuns lol im not one! Why am i still writing about nuns. They arent that cool. I don’t think i could ever be a nun mainly because their rules are too strict.
one of my ex’s fantasies, never really understood it, but i guess i can see the fascination of having being with someone thats forbidden fruit, bad as it may sound yes i agree, but isnt that human nature, and for some reason black and white in my opinion are the best combination you could ever find.
She was an ex-nun, tough as nuns come but with tattoos and a crucifix that may have just been inverted if you looked close enough. How does someone go from one to the other? From piety to sacrilege, from serving the ineffable to having the mundane tattooed on her flesh?
once upon a time there was a nun. she lived in a convent with many other nuns her age but often wondered why she was there. she was never a religious lady, but her parents had passed away tragically at a young age, and by default, she had ended up in a orphanage.
Bound by ritual and order
tightly by the ropes that bind her
tear apart their every fibre
become the one she had to hide from.
The nun was found on the floor of the cathedral. A bullet hole through her skull splattered her brains across the floor. Brian McClain stood over the dead body holding a handkerchief over his mouth to block the smell of eroding flesh.
She clothed herself in bundles of fabric, layer upon layer upon layer. No one could see what was under, no one could see her skin. The blemishes, the faults. She was perfect to them, pure, clean. Did anyone really know what lay beneath?
The nun pressed a loaf of bread into my trembling, dirty hands. I looked up into a severe, yet kind face, shadowed by the black wimple. Her eyes were sparkling, and suddenly she smiled. It was too much.
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She was a pretty young nun, he noted. He must have been staring, for his teacher nudged him and whispered angrily, ‘You are the head of the church, may I remind you. Nuns are off limits.’
She wanted me to be a nun. To stay humble and a virgin. Not to look any man in the eyes. To devote my life to religion. But I’m not like that. I yearn for men, for women. I want intimacy, heat. I can’t be a nun.
Nuns are so weird they wear those headdresses but whats the point are they bald i wonder i wanna strip a nun now haha i wonder if nuns can be strippers doubt it oh well itd be coolxD bai! Um..okay…it gave me more time…okay….weird…NUNS!!!!!!!! Bahahahahahahaha this thing is weird why did it give me more time okay oh well BAI!~
Nun. As in, I’ll be having NUN of it, I’m a little cross today! Nuns are very strict. I’d rather be a part of a religions whose disciples are called ‘sums’ or perhaps even ‘fulls’, ‘fulls of life!’. Or ‘luvs’. It seems a shame to have people dressed in black safeguard spiritual gates and customs. I’m going to start a convent of ‘luvs’.
purity, virginity, sanctity.
a nun is wholly holy. she is untouched, so sacred, free and pure and oh so innocent.
but she is not free. there are wonders and joys she does not know, she will never know.
the joys of intimacy she is denied – the cruelty of purity.
God loves masochists, or so she’s led herself to believe.
i would love to be a nun to serve god and even the people of the world. This would be a sacrifice from my part to god to change this world to a better place.
black clothes she’s flying I lll never see her naked do i wnat to? kind of scary but pretty friendly foreign really nun exposure have i been deprived. only know them from tv
nun. mum. mummy. mommy. money. honey. hone. tone. moan. loan. lawn. gone.
since im danish, im not completely sure what it is. u and n are similar, funny. maybe it’s a christian woman??
You could be a monk, or a nun, and live in a convent — but that doesn’t make you a better believer. We are all flawed, even clergy. When you realize that, THAT’s when you are a better believer.
In Africa, it was the nuns who took care of the villages, who really knew the communities, their members and their needs. These were women who could move the world with a word, and who were not going to be stopped by the pious, but faulted consciences of men thousands of miles away who had no sense of the trials of this part of the earth.
Nun? as in the nuns that slap you with rulers when you swear? They’re quite terrifying. In fact, one of my good friends went to a catholic school. Apparently she didn’t last very long there. I would have joined her, but she told me not to.I would be “fresh meat” to the rest of them
nun. my favourite word that looks as though it should be ambigrammic but unfortunately, unu doesn’t mean anything.
was something I wrote about yesterday. How did I fall into this loop? where was my life heading? backwards? inwards? not forwards apparently…
A woman in black who submitted herself to a lifelong slavery to someone or somethng that doesn’t exist.
i walked home in the rain tonight. i used my cardigan to shelter my face from the wet. i draped it around my head and let the sleeves fall over my chest. i looked like a nun. sanctified from the rain.
i walked home in the rain tonight. i used my cardigan to shelter my face from the wet. i looked like a nun. less holy.
I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. Not only did I doubt that Father had it in him to do such a thing, but I was beginning to suspect that that nun was a lying bitch.
The nun hardly lifted the ruler that struck her hand, as Louisa was already contemplating her next challenge. She would show them how to insist on her good behavior. She would show them!
I dont want to be a nun. I love what i am and i thank God for what He has made me become. I thank Him and only Him. i dont like nuns that much. They ussually dress in black and i dont like black as much.
Beautiful underneath and ugly on the outside. It’s what her soul calls and her soul doesn’t call this faith. Beauty in the soul
There was a nun, she wore black and she had a hat. She was in a band. Wait it’s a man. A man in a hat? A man that is a nun? What world is this?
Earth. The nun is a pedophile. God damn, batman.
“Sister Mary, wait up,” Melissa cried as she sped towards the three women in wimples and habits. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” The steel-gray eyes surveyed Melissa as the nun’s face creased into a wide smile. “You never leave here, child,” she admonished lightly. “You simply go visit elsewhere for a time.”
HI! I really don’t know what to write about. However, I have logged in to this page to find out what they have to offer. I want to know if it is really cool and unique or its a part of spam.
I see a nun sitting on a park bench. She is sobbing. I ask her why. She says, “Because of all the terrible things in the world.” I sit down quietly next to her for a moment. I realise even the greatest worshippers of God have their doubts.
There was a black nun who lived in a white community. every day, the sisters would come to her room and rap softly on the door. they would all then laugh and run away. the black nun hated them. the end.
conservatively appropriate. tidy in her belongings. comfortably constrained but maybe it’s a unselfish gain or maybe even self-disdain? a flock with the feathers, not to question the why’s or the if’s. to follow stiff regulations, slamming her stick on your desk. these are just stereotypes of course, of what the media chooses to display, what they only have of interest to convey. to the masses, because secretly and entirely we are all flocks of a feather, except with different colors and tints. we just don’t realize our similarities because we only interest in our differences. our differences are what makes us intriguiing and our similarities are what we have been ignorant to in seeing