to press something i don’t know what to say. it moves you. you go on and without it you can’t stop. you press pressure your self to go one. pressure is two words as one. press your self because you are sure you can do it. so just do it. don’t think, just do.
I am pressed but not crushed, persecuted not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed, I am blessed beyond the curse for His promise will endure and His joy’s gonna be my strength, although the sorrow may last for the night His joy comes in the morning…. What a great scripture and song… c:
pressed… pressed for time. Time seems to fly by. There is never enough time in the day to actually sit down and think and write and just be. Society today is just constantly running. I want time to stop.
He pressed his lips onto mine. Time stopped. I didn’t know what to do, so I kissed him back. It was the most blissful 3 seconds of my life. I stopped and looked into his eyes. He said softly, “I’m in love with you.” Then I knew what to do. I pressed our lips together again.
I pressed my hand into hers, realizing that she was making everything in my mind ok. She squeezed my hand and told me that it was going to be alright. It’s funny how one person can be so right.
Pressed. I pressed my shirt. He pressed is check onto mine. my lips pressed against his. I was pressed against the back of the car, trying to get away from my attackers. My sister was pressing me to one side of the bed as we were sleeping because she has seperation issues.
The button sat in front of me, big and red as an apple. It was perhaps the most powerful and most dangerous thing I had ever laid eyes upon; this thing could have been the end of the fucking world.
I feel pressed when my friends or other people ask me questions I don’t want to answer. Half of the time I have to make up an answer so I don’t offend them. I hate how we live in a world where everything you say gets taken so seriously. It’s pressing, and annoying. I feel like I can’t say my mind. Which is annoying too.
The rock was pressed up against my body, i couldn’t breath. i tried to call for help but nothing but came out i was going to die. that was for sure. i tried to see if i could reach my phone but nothing..i was dead.
It was much too difficult. Sweat beaded his forehead as he thought of her. If he didn’t do something now… well, he might never have another chance.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door.
I was pressed for time, couldn’t imagine what else I’d need on this journey to destiny. So I forgot my compass, unbeknownst of the fact that I’d be dumped into a land of no direction.
She was pressed up against the wall with the barrel of the gun slightly tipping off of her temple. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, if anything. All she knew is that her husband did not forgive her.
Today I find myself hard pressed to finish anything! My essay, calculus homework, drawing. It’s overwhelming and discouraging knowing how much I have on my plate.
i pressed down on the button, and i listen to the rocket soar into space with a load roar. my plan for world domination was on its way to success. soon all of you will be under my control
Despite us fighting about something stupid, he pressed his hand against my heart and asked me “Forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.” I took a look at his face and deep down, I knew that I should forgive him. But I couldn’t. What he had done hurt, it was an unforgivable act. Taking a deep breath, I look up into his eyes.
she pressed up against him. woah. porn novel. not so much. fabio. fabio is extremely creepy. it eludes me as to why he would be on the cover of so many romance novels. he is not even remotely attractive. he is a creepy uncle type character.
Malia ran into the Oval Office and found her mother Michelle reclining in her husband’s office chair sipping a cup of tea and finishing the Sunday New York Times.
“What is it?”
“The economy is tanking, the Tea Party is rising, and the country is in shambles! What should we do?”
Michelle peered over the top of her paper and said “Child, I am hardly pressed over that.”
Ich drücke und drücke und es kommt nicht raus. Das geht schon lange so. Nicht nur beim Kacken. Ich kann auch auf Zahnpastatuben drücken und es kommt nichts raus. Ich drücke beim Auto aufs Gas und es fährt weiter im Spielzonentempo. Und ich drücke meine Frau und die sagt nur müde: “Lass das doch, Heiner.”
I wish I could be pressed up against my boyfriend right now. With him holding me tight. I miss him. I love him. My worries go away when he presses his lips to mine and I press my head on his shoulder.
when i read this word i think about internet and the computer and the caps lock key. damn, it is very hard to write for 60 seconds about something, especially when you have no time to think about it beforehand. guess that would be all
Das Schreiben, welches der Fremde ihm bereits vor einigen Minuten auf den Tresen der Bar geknallt hatte, beschäftigte den jungen Informanten sehr. Zum gefühlten tausendensten Mal las er sich die Botschaft nun durch, seufzte jedes Mal aufs Neue, wenn er eine bestimmte Stelle las. Nyx’ Gegner war gut. Er hatte sich gut Informiert, wusste genau, wie er ihn kriegen konnte. Seine Beobachtungen waren ausgefeilt und das Ultimatum Eindeutig. Entweder er würde SIE ausliefern, oder er selbst würde das Ziel der nächsten, größeren Angriffsaktion der Marine werden. Eine Entscheidung, welche entweder ihm, oder seinem geliebtem Engel den Tod bringen würde.
for time for being who you want me to be. rhymes with stressed. is that a coincidence. because i am you know? stressed. all the time i don’t even say fine when people ask how i am. i say stressed. even while writing this im interupted. still pressed for time, still pressed into the box u made for me. im tired im tired im tired im stressed
i pressed myself up against him, getting this safe feeling nobody else can give me. At that moment, nothing in this cruel world really mattered anymore. It was just him and I laying there in the dark on that cold winter night. As this feeling gets stronger i press my chest closer to his so that our hearts can listen to each other, and be together just like they were always meant to be.
The button was pressed. Nothing could be done about it. John sat down and shook his head. This wasn’t looking good for him, but nothing could be done now. The room started to fill with gas. “So that’s it…”, said John.
pressed again? What’s going on? I’m not good with the fact that I have to write about pressed again. I just lost all of my thoughts on the topic, or I used them in the previous writing. Come on, I’d like to get a new word.
I pressed the buttons as I was told to do. My english is worse than usual, but I don’t care cuz I just have to focus on my goal, which is to finish this writing exercise in a minute. I have never known that a minute is this long.
He pressed his chest to mine, but what came next was not what you’re thinking. He leaned into me and whispered, “I love you, and I always will.” With a shuffle, he held in his hand, a ring.
I feel smashed, constricted, stuck between the two mighty walls of my life, my friend and my lover. How can I be asked to choose? How can I bear loose one or the other?
Time. Ironing boards. Stretching myself. Pressure. Peer pressure. Pressure from students, from parents from friends. Anxiety. Feeling stretched, like a reluctant superhero. Anger. Selfishness. I wish to stop being pressed. Freedom. Swimming like a fish. That’s what I wish. decompress.
Pressed for time…
Right now, even as I write this,
I feel pressed for time.
To write something and post it online,
With only sixty seconds now… Sixty seconds to spare.
However, I am not always pressed and stressed.
Sometimes I just relax,
By doing simple tasks,
Such as pressing garlic for a lovely tomato sauce.
She pressed her head into the slope of his side, just under his arm, and curled her soft, yielding body up tight into him. “Home.” she whispered. “This is where I live. This is where I am complete.”
shirts. My mother was fanatic about pressing shirts. Even t-shirts. Wouldn’t let me leave the house if my shirt was barely wrinkled. “go press your shirt!” To this day, I rarely pull out the iron because I saw so much of it as a teen.
pressed buttons on a laptop. pressed trousers. pressed for time. pressed. i cant think of anything. yellow. pressing issue. x factor because im listening to it right no.w. massive acheivments. press using hands because they make humans what they are.
To be pressed is about forcing things together. You can press buttons or probably all things you can name of. For example you can press all fruits or vegetables in a machine to get some juice or something. Pressing is very improtant. It can mean a lot of things. The word pressed comes from a verb PRESS. Its in a past tense.
to press something i don’t know what to say. it moves you. you go on and without it you can’t stop. you press pressure your self to go one. pressure is two words as one. press your self because you are sure you can do it. so just do it. don’t think, just do.
I am pressed but not crushed, persecuted not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed, I am blessed beyond the curse for His promise will endure and His joy’s gonna be my strength, although the sorrow may last for the night His joy comes in the morning…. What a great scripture and song… c:
pressed… pressed for time. Time seems to fly by. There is never enough time in the day to actually sit down and think and write and just be. Society today is just constantly running. I want time to stop.
He pressed his lips onto mine. Time stopped. I didn’t know what to do, so I kissed him back. It was the most blissful 3 seconds of my life. I stopped and looked into his eyes. He said softly, “I’m in love with you.” Then I knew what to do. I pressed our lips together again.
When I See This Word , I Think Squished Tight , Or Push .
I pressed my hand into hers, realizing that she was making everything in my mind ok. She squeezed my hand and told me that it was going to be alright. It’s funny how one person can be so right.
Pressed. I pressed my shirt. He pressed is check onto mine. my lips pressed against his. I was pressed against the back of the car, trying to get away from my attackers. My sister was pressing me to one side of the bed as we were sleeping because she has seperation issues.
The button sat in front of me, big and red as an apple. It was perhaps the most powerful and most dangerous thing I had ever laid eyes upon; this thing could have been the end of the fucking world.
I feel pressed when my friends or other people ask me questions I don’t want to answer. Half of the time I have to make up an answer so I don’t offend them. I hate how we live in a world where everything you say gets taken so seriously. It’s pressing, and annoying. I feel like I can’t say my mind. Which is annoying too.
The rock was pressed up against my body, i couldn’t breath. i tried to call for help but nothing but came out i was going to die. that was for sure. i tried to see if i could reach my phone but nothing..i was dead.
It was much too difficult. Sweat beaded his forehead as he thought of her. If he didn’t do something now… well, he might never have another chance.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door.
I was pressed for time, couldn’t imagine what else I’d need on this journey to destiny. So I forgot my compass, unbeknownst of the fact that I’d be dumped into a land of no direction.
She was pressed up against the wall with the barrel of the gun slightly tipping off of her temple. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, if anything. All she knew is that her husband did not forgive her.
tomato butter football lungs heart pressure jewel
Today I find myself hard pressed to finish anything! My essay, calculus homework, drawing. It’s overwhelming and discouraging knowing how much I have on my plate.
i pressed down on the button, and i listen to the rocket soar into space with a load roar. my plan for world domination was on its way to success. soon all of you will be under my control
i pressed submit
Despite us fighting about something stupid, he pressed his hand against my heart and asked me “Forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.” I took a look at his face and deep down, I knew that I should forgive him. But I couldn’t. What he had done hurt, it was an unforgivable act. Taking a deep breath, I look up into his eyes.
“No.”
And then, i walked out.
she pressed up against him. woah. porn novel. not so much. fabio. fabio is extremely creepy. it eludes me as to why he would be on the cover of so many romance novels. he is not even remotely attractive. he is a creepy uncle type character.
applying pressure on an object is to press it.
If something is pressed force is to be applied as well , it may change it shape , motion etc.
“MAMA MAMA!”
Malia ran into the Oval Office and found her mother Michelle reclining in her husband’s office chair sipping a cup of tea and finishing the Sunday New York Times.
“What is it?”
“The economy is tanking, the Tea Party is rising, and the country is in shambles! What should we do?”
Michelle peered over the top of her paper and said “Child, I am hardly pressed over that.”
Ich drücke und drücke und es kommt nicht raus. Das geht schon lange so. Nicht nur beim Kacken. Ich kann auch auf Zahnpastatuben drücken und es kommt nichts raus. Ich drücke beim Auto aufs Gas und es fährt weiter im Spielzonentempo. Und ich drücke meine Frau und die sagt nur müde: “Lass das doch, Heiner.”
I wish I could be pressed up against my boyfriend right now. With him holding me tight. I miss him. I love him. My worries go away when he presses his lips to mine and I press my head on his shoulder.
when i read this word i think about internet and the computer and the caps lock key. damn, it is very hard to write for 60 seconds about something, especially when you have no time to think about it beforehand. guess that would be all
Das Schreiben, welches der Fremde ihm bereits vor einigen Minuten auf den Tresen der Bar geknallt hatte, beschäftigte den jungen Informanten sehr. Zum gefühlten tausendensten Mal las er sich die Botschaft nun durch, seufzte jedes Mal aufs Neue, wenn er eine bestimmte Stelle las. Nyx’ Gegner war gut. Er hatte sich gut Informiert, wusste genau, wie er ihn kriegen konnte. Seine Beobachtungen waren ausgefeilt und das Ultimatum Eindeutig. Entweder er würde SIE ausliefern, oder er selbst würde das Ziel der nächsten, größeren Angriffsaktion der Marine werden. Eine Entscheidung, welche entweder ihm, oder seinem geliebtem Engel den Tod bringen würde.
for time for being who you want me to be. rhymes with stressed. is that a coincidence. because i am you know? stressed. all the time i don’t even say fine when people ask how i am. i say stressed. even while writing this im interupted. still pressed for time, still pressed into the box u made for me. im tired im tired im tired im stressed
i pressed myself up against him, getting this safe feeling nobody else can give me. At that moment, nothing in this cruel world really mattered anymore. It was just him and I laying there in the dark on that cold winter night. As this feeling gets stronger i press my chest closer to his so that our hearts can listen to each other, and be together just like they were always meant to be.
The button was pressed. Nothing could be done about it. John sat down and shook his head. This wasn’t looking good for him, but nothing could be done now. The room started to fill with gas. “So that’s it…”, said John.
pressed again? What’s going on? I’m not good with the fact that I have to write about pressed again. I just lost all of my thoughts on the topic, or I used them in the previous writing. Come on, I’d like to get a new word.
I pressed the buttons as I was told to do. My english is worse than usual, but I don’t care cuz I just have to focus on my goal, which is to finish this writing exercise in a minute. I have never known that a minute is this long.
He pressed his chest to mine, but what came next was not what you’re thinking. He leaned into me and whispered, “I love you, and I always will.” With a shuffle, he held in his hand, a ring.
I feel smashed, constricted, stuck between the two mighty walls of my life, my friend and my lover. How can I be asked to choose? How can I bear loose one or the other?
Time. Ironing boards. Stretching myself. Pressure. Peer pressure. Pressure from students, from parents from friends. Anxiety. Feeling stretched, like a reluctant superhero. Anger. Selfishness. I wish to stop being pressed. Freedom. Swimming like a fish. That’s what I wish. decompress.
I was pressed for time while I pressed my pants. Remember the flowers and leave we pressed between pages in the phone book.
Pressed for time…
Right now, even as I write this,
I feel pressed for time.
To write something and post it online,
With only sixty seconds now… Sixty seconds to spare.
However, I am not always pressed and stressed.
Sometimes I just relax,
By doing simple tasks,
Such as pressing garlic for a lovely tomato sauce.
She pressed her head into the slope of his side, just under his arm, and curled her soft, yielding body up tight into him. “Home.” she whispered. “This is where I live. This is where I am complete.”
shirts. My mother was fanatic about pressing shirts. Even t-shirts. Wouldn’t let me leave the house if my shirt was barely wrinkled. “go press your shirt!” To this day, I rarely pull out the iron because I saw so much of it as a teen.
pressed buttons on a laptop. pressed trousers. pressed for time. pressed. i cant think of anything. yellow. pressing issue. x factor because im listening to it right no.w. massive acheivments. press using hands because they make humans what they are.
To be pressed is about forcing things together. You can press buttons or probably all things you can name of. For example you can press all fruits or vegetables in a machine to get some juice or something. Pressing is very improtant. It can mean a lot of things. The word pressed comes from a verb PRESS. Its in a past tense.
I pressed all those magical buttons;
Anger, hate, love, jealousy, each one in turn.
For once I was in control of my emotions and it felt great.