All week he’d been dreamin’ and wishin’,
for a chance to get out and go fishin’.
The wife said no way,
and told him to stay,
but he did not require her permission.
I have only a few sentences to write down on this joyous day. Love without permission is a beautiful thing most treasured in life. Without it, life is a predictable doggerel from a book identical to most others.
She hadn’t asked his permission to kiss him, but had done it anyway. His lips had looked so inviting, pouting slightly as they argued. They had always argued, always fought, always pushed each other’s buttons. But ever since she’d watched him lick a stray drop of Merlot wine from those lips all she’d been able to think about was placing her lips against his.
This was life, not high school. But he couldn’t help but think back to that simpler time, when a hall pass, that little folded permission slip, was a gateway to a world without boundaries. He longed for that kind of permission now, some slip of paper that said, “Hey, this guy’s got carte blanche to meander.” If only to release the dreams he carried – and derail the fears.
It means that you are allowed to do something and you usually need to get it from someone else, like an authority figure or elder or teacher. If you do something without permission, the consequences might be bad.
permission is the lawbiding suit for calibrating the the z generations of its high hydrididy of super controlling sausagemaking lovebastards. Permission also consider YOU to be our next moneymaker into what we would like to call: a caucasion abiding transfer doll. Rules would like it to be honeysuger-like in addition to gogorats, but thats not the case here, as I should aply at this moment. The here and now are the truth, and do you not agree, well, its on your shoulders mate.
You need pemission? Permission to do what? Laugh? Cry? hate and love? Seriously… Why do you need permision to be yourself? It’s life… ask for permission from other to live how you wish to. You want to be yourself, right? Who needs permission?
Sie hatte nicht die Erlaubnis so zu sein wie alle anderen. Sie war anders, das merkte man sofort, auch wenn man sie nicht kannte. Es belastete sie, auch wenn es niemand merkte. Kaum einer konnte sagen, was in dem Kopf der Frau vorging, welche so kaltbl
Permission. When you are young, and everyting is possible, and your parents always put an end to things. Asking and never doing is all being young is about. And then you grow up and you still need others permission for everything. You even need your own permission. I am dropping out. Permission granted. The end.
She didn’t know how he could do this without permission. The blood flowed over her legs, and she grew stiller and stiller while he just continued on. you need permission, you need permission, you need permission. Her thoughts didn’t make much sense anymore, but then, nothing really did. Permission, please, ask for permission.
ll give you the permission to hug me, to love me, to fuck me, to do everything with me you like. Just take me, dont say you cant, take me and I will be yours, forever. Do whatever you want, takes as much time as you want but in the end, please take me, as I am. Youll never regret it. Youve got the permission for everyting whatever you want.
I have given no permission to anyone to write about me but hey. Someone already does. In magazines and scripts, I am there. It is not my choice but it is something that I have to live with. Any one want to cry? please do.
i dont have permission to love her, all i want is to tell her how i feel. its hard, messed up alot with this girl. however, life is still good. I dont miss her, as i dont know her that well anymore. I used to, know her soul, her character, her whole world. It amazed me.
I didn’t want to seek permission. Yet I found myself doing it anyway. But it didn’t seem fair. Emily didn’t need permission to stay out late. She was just allowed to because she’s OLDER. I hate that. It’s not my fault I’m the baby.
There are many things that require permission. From those that are stated by the government, to those that are of a more personal level, dictated by our morals and ethics. There is also a lot of question about which should be governed by our leaders and which are to be made by ourselves.
It was so simple. And yet, without it, I had nothing. All I wanted was permission. A simple nod, so that I could feel the tender skin upon her neck, move my hand up her thigh until she made a noise of primal surprise.
Let me. Anything please. Just let me go. I want to run, I want to live, I want to shine. Just please. Anything. Without you, I can’t. So let me run, let me live, let me shine. To have your approval would make every sacrifice worthwhile, please let me.
I didn’t think that I had to ask it of you, I thought that we had an understanding. It was unspoken, but it was there. Why now, all of a sudden do we have to start asking permission to do what we’ve always done?
Have you changed your mind about us?
it implies authority over me and at first i dont like it at all im the only one who s hould give myself permission for anything not anyone or any body of gobt has that right just me do u all agree or not?
It is the most annoying thing that in the end, if you don’t have the permission to do something, you can’t do it, you aren’t allowed. I think that’s bullshit. I never ask for permission to do whatever, because I am the one who gives myself permission to do the things that I wanna do.
We strive for permission to do even the simplest of tasks. Despite the fact that in reality… we don’t even need the permission. To do what we feel is right, to do what we feel is correct. But most importantly, to do what makes us “happy”.
We should not ask for permission… but instead. Act upon what we feel, only to strive for what is true in our hearts and be, truely happy.
Is something that is really not needed when it comes to certain aspects of life. To live only when you have permission to do so makes it so much more boring.
I asked her permission, but she denied me. This was typical, I was used to it. I had given up long ago that I may have the freedom I seldomly sought. But, no matter. Without her permission, my goal was futile.
permission………….well we have to take permission from everyone …….i hate it !!!!we should rule ourselves why ask others …..damn it …….it sucks ………i wrote too little
namely, I request to have you transferred to another department. The eager and vibrant nature that you brought to this work space was delightful, but atypical to our needs.
I want to crush it’s little face. Pummel it with finger tips, small little pressure points actualized by freshly clipped finger nails. I want to destroy with noogies that last all night, and even on through the morning, my eyes all swollen and puffy, arms still twisting. But I can’t, until I get the go ahead.
I do not have permission to let my inner editor out. I will give myself permission to write like a maniac and not care about the errorss in it or if I can fix it or if somebody is going to read. I will write ongoing sentences and use my vocab but not go back to edit. I will fill in my paragrapohs with description in an ainsane attempt to win Nano. I give myself permission to succeed and to enjoy myself while I do it.
Permission. Oh lordy, was I scared to ask for permission from my parents. For what, you ask? For dating a heavily peirced, ultra goth. My parents are devout Catholic.
I don’t need your authority or your guidance. All I need is your patience and understanding. Im not going to ask you whether or not I can do something. Or what vegetables I should eat. I’m not looking for you to tell me what to do. I am my own person, I don’t need you to prohibit my actions, desires or dreams.
I give myself permission to be me. But what happens when me is grumpy and locked in NO. Why does being in “YES” feel unnnatural to me. Surely as a child I lived in YES – or did I? When did I turn to NO? Will it always be a conscious choice to be in YES? Will it ever wash over and though me without the essence of me being lost?
Do I have permission to at least touch you in your “second pussy”. I think you will like it. There are more nerve endings there than in your vajaja. Just let me tickle it a little bit. I’ll use the lube like we do when you get a little worn out. It will be fun. We won’t talk about it tomorrow if it makes you feel a bit dirty. It will be our little secret. Like when I put that beer bottle inside of you. I won’t do it without your permission though… because I love you baby!!
permission is the benevolent lifting of restriction. there should be no restrictions, therefore no permission should be required.
All week he’d been dreamin’ and wishin’,
for a chance to get out and go fishin’.
The wife said no way,
and told him to stay,
but he did not require her permission.
Dear Journal,
I have only a few sentences to write down on this joyous day. Love without permission is a beautiful thing most treasured in life. Without it, life is a predictable doggerel from a book identical to most others.
– David
She hadn’t asked his permission to kiss him, but had done it anyway. His lips had looked so inviting, pouting slightly as they argued. They had always argued, always fought, always pushed each other’s buttons. But ever since she’d watched him lick a stray drop of Merlot wine from those lips all she’d been able to think about was placing her lips against his.
This was life, not high school. But he couldn’t help but think back to that simpler time, when a hall pass, that little folded permission slip, was a gateway to a world without boundaries. He longed for that kind of permission now, some slip of paper that said, “Hey, this guy’s got carte blanche to meander.” If only to release the dreams he carried – and derail the fears.
the right to do something. With permission one can escape the boundaries of life and immigrate into a world of possibilities and fun.
It means that you are allowed to do something and you usually need to get it from someone else, like an authority figure or elder or teacher. If you do something without permission, the consequences might be bad.
permission is the lawbiding suit for calibrating the the z generations of its high hydrididy of super controlling sausagemaking lovebastards. Permission also consider YOU to be our next moneymaker into what we would like to call: a caucasion abiding transfer doll. Rules would like it to be honeysuger-like in addition to gogorats, but thats not the case here, as I should aply at this moment. The here and now are the truth, and do you not agree, well, its on your shoulders mate.
You need pemission? Permission to do what? Laugh? Cry? hate and love? Seriously… Why do you need permision to be yourself? It’s life… ask for permission from other to live how you wish to. You want to be yourself, right? Who needs permission?
Ok I will do that
Iraj
permission to write, sir. can you still believe in tangible trees when you can’t touch the wind? can you read this sir? can you?
premission is to get an access to something , i wanna get a permission to kiss a girl :D:D , and permissions arent good
everything
Sie hatte nicht die Erlaubnis so zu sein wie alle anderen. Sie war anders, das merkte man sofort, auch wenn man sie nicht kannte. Es belastete sie, auch wenn es niemand merkte. Kaum einer konnte sagen, was in dem Kopf der Frau vorging, welche so kaltbl
Permission. When you are young, and everyting is possible, and your parents always put an end to things. Asking and never doing is all being young is about. And then you grow up and you still need others permission for everything. You even need your own permission. I am dropping out. Permission granted. The end.
She didn’t know how he could do this without permission. The blood flowed over her legs, and she grew stiller and stiller while he just continued on. you need permission, you need permission, you need permission. Her thoughts didn’t make much sense anymore, but then, nothing really did. Permission, please, ask for permission.
ll give you the permission to hug me, to love me, to fuck me, to do everything with me you like. Just take me, dont say you cant, take me and I will be yours, forever. Do whatever you want, takes as much time as you want but in the end, please take me, as I am. Youll never regret it. Youve got the permission for everyting whatever you want.
I have given no permission to anyone to write about me but hey. Someone already does. In magazines and scripts, I am there. It is not my choice but it is something that I have to live with. Any one want to cry? please do.
i dont have permission to love her, all i want is to tell her how i feel. its hard, messed up alot with this girl. however, life is still good. I dont miss her, as i dont know her that well anymore. I used to, know her soul, her character, her whole world. It amazed me.
I didn’t want to seek permission. Yet I found myself doing it anyway. But it didn’t seem fair. Emily didn’t need permission to stay out late. She was just allowed to because she’s OLDER. I hate that. It’s not my fault I’m the baby.
I don’t need it, although it makes things easier if I operate within it’s boundaries. It’s an odd commodity.
There are many things that require permission. From those that are stated by the government, to those that are of a more personal level, dictated by our morals and ethics. There is also a lot of question about which should be governed by our leaders and which are to be made by ourselves.
It was so simple. And yet, without it, I had nothing. All I wanted was permission. A simple nod, so that I could feel the tender skin upon her neck, move my hand up her thigh until she made a noise of primal surprise.
Let me. Anything please. Just let me go. I want to run, I want to live, I want to shine. Just please. Anything. Without you, I can’t. So let me run, let me live, let me shine. To have your approval would make every sacrifice worthwhile, please let me.
I didn’t think that I had to ask it of you, I thought that we had an understanding. It was unspoken, but it was there. Why now, all of a sudden do we have to start asking permission to do what we’ve always done?
Have you changed your mind about us?
it implies authority over me and at first i dont like it at all im the only one who s hould give myself permission for anything not anyone or any body of gobt has that right just me do u all agree or not?
It is the most annoying thing that in the end, if you don’t have the permission to do something, you can’t do it, you aren’t allowed. I think that’s bullshit. I never ask for permission to do whatever, because I am the one who gives myself permission to do the things that I wanna do.
We strive for permission to do even the simplest of tasks. Despite the fact that in reality… we don’t even need the permission. To do what we feel is right, to do what we feel is correct. But most importantly, to do what makes us “happy”.
We should not ask for permission… but instead. Act upon what we feel, only to strive for what is true in our hearts and be, truely happy.
Is something that is really not needed when it comes to certain aspects of life. To live only when you have permission to do so makes it so much more boring.
I asked her permission, but she denied me. This was typical, I was used to it. I had given up long ago that I may have the freedom I seldomly sought. But, no matter. Without her permission, my goal was futile.
i want permission about my marriage to my brother
permission………….well we have to take permission from everyone …….i hate it !!!!we should rule ourselves why ask others …..damn it …….it sucks ………i wrote too little
namely, I request to have you transferred to another department. The eager and vibrant nature that you brought to this work space was delightful, but atypical to our needs.
I never thought I’d need permission to feel the way I feel, but he always made me question my motives and the behaviour I exhibited.
I felt the need to ask if could be angry, sad, happy?
It never feels when you have to ask.
I want to crush it’s little face. Pummel it with finger tips, small little pressure points actualized by freshly clipped finger nails. I want to destroy with noogies that last all night, and even on through the morning, my eyes all swollen and puffy, arms still twisting. But I can’t, until I get the go ahead.
I do not have permission to let my inner editor out. I will give myself permission to write like a maniac and not care about the errorss in it or if I can fix it or if somebody is going to read. I will write ongoing sentences and use my vocab but not go back to edit. I will fill in my paragrapohs with description in an ainsane attempt to win Nano. I give myself permission to succeed and to enjoy myself while I do it.
I’m not going to ask your permission to slip black silk up white thighs. To use my pink tonuge on your caramel skin.
Permission. Oh lordy, was I scared to ask for permission from my parents. For what, you ask? For dating a heavily peirced, ultra goth. My parents are devout Catholic.
I don’t need your authority or your guidance. All I need is your patience and understanding. Im not going to ask you whether or not I can do something. Or what vegetables I should eat. I’m not looking for you to tell me what to do. I am my own person, I don’t need you to prohibit my actions, desires or dreams.
I give myself permission to be me. But what happens when me is grumpy and locked in NO. Why does being in “YES” feel unnnatural to me. Surely as a child I lived in YES – or did I? When did I turn to NO? Will it always be a conscious choice to be in YES? Will it ever wash over and though me without the essence of me being lost?
Do I have permission to at least touch you in your “second pussy”. I think you will like it. There are more nerve endings there than in your vajaja. Just let me tickle it a little bit. I’ll use the lube like we do when you get a little worn out. It will be fun. We won’t talk about it tomorrow if it makes you feel a bit dirty. It will be our little secret. Like when I put that beer bottle inside of you. I won’t do it without your permission though… because I love you baby!!