Sate. That’s something involving satisfaction, right? I guess so. I wish I could satisfy myself. With trust. It’s so hard. I just want to trust him. And be embraced by him. But I could never, and he would never. Sate… I must be wrong… Oh well, that’s what came to mind…….
what does that even mean. it kind of reminds me of satin or fate, but thats probably not what it means. i wish i knew what this woord meant so i could figure out something to say. but maybe it means nothing, maybe it is just another word created by humans and it can really mean anything we want it to.
My mind was filled with lies because I didn’t want to believe the reality that was in front of me. I shared my time like an idiot, giving them the benefit of the doubt.
I needed it. I wanted it, oh so badly. My heart yearned for it, and yet for some reason I couldn’t quite bring myself to just reach out. The hunger grew more and more prominent, as it dangled aggressively in front of me.
and so the burden fell to them, they who had no better chance of sating the beast than did the rest of the village, from the bravest of their warriors to the most studied of their scholars. but their Speaker, an ageless woman who saw things that others could not and did not dare to think of, had insisted with the weight of all her wisdom, with a finality that brooked no argument.
that very same night, her father dressed for war, but there would be no soldiers where he was going, and the Thing that awaited him would care little for his stylized armor or his painted faceplate. the symbols of honor and pride carved into his chest plate would be, to the beast, what children’s finger-drawings in sand are to the ocean.
but she could not see the sense in making a sacrifice that was doomed to fail, or fighting a battle that was unwinnable. she could not see the sense in feeding to a mindless beast a man so sorely needed by so many people – a medic, a war legend, a brother, a friend. a father. to sacrifice this man when any other body would suffice seemed beyond reason. for a beast would care not if its offering had weak bones or a stuttering mind; flesh always burned the same way.
after her father had excused himself for what he thought would be his last night’s sleep, she did what she had always known she must. she wound his wreath of sweet-leaves around her neck and arms and back, took the Key from his mare’s saddlebag, and left through their village’s only gate.
by the time he found the Key missing, she would be long gone.
I didn’t know what it was, or when it would come but i knew that it rhymed with fate. Like anything else in the world it was predetermined to make my living a living hell. I only hoped that this, unlike all of the others would earnestly make me stronger.
Red wine dribbles down his round chin, his small mouth tearing and slurping the bounty before him. He mistakes inward emptiness and deprivation for physical appetite. This was once a great man. A dreamer and a thinker. But now memory suffocates beneath mountains of material, greedy flesh. Alas, we are lost.
I don’t know what the word sate means. But, alas, I still have time to write. So let me tell you that my cat won’t stop looking at my hand moving on the keyboard. I have a sneaking suspicion that she might pounce any secoaifjawoiefjaowef. I was correct.
To feed is a difficult thing sometimes. It’s painful, agonizing in it’s entirety. the blood drips down her neck, tempting me beyond what could be, into a different world.
I’m hungry, food steaming on the table, a family sitting around happily. But here I am, looking through the window, a window that shows my past. One that I wish I haven’t disregard. Family, food and happiness was what had taken up most of my life before.
Each day and each hour spent with him pushes me one step closer to being completely sated with my life. Somebody who shares the passions I do, gets the humor I express.. Patience proved my time to be worth while.
Satisfy me. Fill my veins with the pleasure of your lips’ gentle embraces upon the skin of my neck. Your touch is it. It is the beginning of eternities and end of it all. It is you I seek. It is for your voice that upon my deaf ears I hear.
If you’ll have it, I’ll lay my bloody hands upon your skin, and tarnish your righteous soul along with mine. For oh how tempting you are, I can do nothing but corrupt you.
i don’t know what sate means but it sounds like it has something to do with satire or to sedate or something..? sate. god i would write so much more if i knew what this word meant. umm.. i just wiped something nasty off of my laptop. SATE. DAMMIT. why don’t i know? SATs
How does one sate a thirst for death
Not that of others
But that for oneself
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sate is one of the most beautiful things present on earth. it provides joy to everyone ! it has been awarded as the best medicine for curing depression .
doctors around the globe adopt this method to help the people in depression. this has achieved a world recognition .
There’s nothing worse than being unable to indulge. Honestly, that’s what hedonism is all about. Apologize for nothing. Nothing. Least of all taking the time to sate your cravings.
Sate, I have no idea what it means. It sounds like many things, safe, ate, late. Different meanings for everything. Why sate? is this a test? writting about things you dont understand.
It was hard to get sated these days. The war had dragged on so long, and we were deep in enemy territory. Our supply lines were severed and the cold fangs of winter were beginning to bite hard.
I had never been truly sated.
Never appeased.
Always hungry for more.
Always wanting.
And then I woke up at 11:28, the day before the end of the world.
Even though I know the world isn’t really going to end.
I know the apocalypse is not upon us.
I needed the threat, and a Killers song, and an episode of How I met Your Mother to end my cycle of pain.
I’m through with depression.
Hello love.
What do you believe if you take the T out of the state, state of mind? state of presence? T like the chamomile you would taste first thing in the morning.
“Sate? What the hell kind of name is Sate?” He asked.
“Well if you’re going to be a dick about it then fuck you.” Sate replied angrily
“Are you a stripper?” He asked still confused about her name.
It’s a constant, aching struggle.
This hollowness, this state of constant want will never go away.
I’m left unsatisfied.
Like nomads in vast deserts with nothing but sand to wet their throats.
I want to sate my desire for pink mini purses and beef hot dogs. But what is a vegan like me supposed to do in this situation. I get in my mini cooper and head to my local Ikea store to think over a steaming plate of meatballs. Oh shit, maybe not meatballs, considering those are made of meat as well.
i dont know what this means. it looks like date and kind of sounds like satan… so i have no idea what this is talking about.. maybe a date with satan one day. i hope that never happens to me.
Looks at it with disdain, and hates the consequences of his actions. Carl slowly lifts his utensil off the perfectly folded napkin, he halts for a beat; places the utensil back down gently. He sighs and explodes off the chair grabbing the pastry, and shoves it down his throat like that of an animal. Tears start to dribble down into his mouth, he chews furiously; knowing what failure feels like, and tastes like.
What is sate? I’ve neer heard about this word and i spelled ‘never’ wrong ok lol i cant go back to fix it because there is only like 20 secs left and yeap! The word sate? is it a verb? What does it mean, i kind of want to google it. Yeah lets google it…. thirst? the hell lol am i on the right definition? anyways, i dont know how this works so lets see!!!!
A shimmering glass caught her attention. The reflections mirrored the patterns in the tablecloth–sumptious, opulent stripes–and the liquid inside had left small, clear drops upon the sides of the glass.
I was not fully aware of sate meant, so I had to look it up. To satisfy. To fill. To me, this comes out to being an addiction. This is something I can relate to. As an addict I can comprehend what people are dealing with when they feel like they are in need of a substance. As an addict, I can safely say that gorging in your addiction will only lead into regret. There is nothing I regret more than convincing myself that it will be okay to drink, and then get completely
He had tried to sate me in the past with his fluffy words and kind smiles. All they seemed to manage to do was sicken me. I hadn’t wanted someone to think they loved some version of me that didn’t exist with their sloppy grins and overly confident attitude.
I had wanted someone to love ME.
Sate. That’s something involving satisfaction, right? I guess so. I wish I could satisfy myself. With trust. It’s so hard. I just want to trust him. And be embraced by him. But I could never, and he would never. Sate… I must be wrong… Oh well, that’s what came to mind…….
Now what?
You sate my sexual appetite. Can we do it again?
Sate. Isn’t it amazing that something with four letters can mean something so vast? To satisfy.
what does that even mean. it kind of reminds me of satin or fate, but thats probably not what it means. i wish i knew what this woord meant so i could figure out something to say. but maybe it means nothing, maybe it is just another word created by humans and it can really mean anything we want it to.
My mind was filled with lies because I didn’t want to believe the reality that was in front of me. I shared my time like an idiot, giving them the benefit of the doubt.
I needed it. I wanted it, oh so badly. My heart yearned for it, and yet for some reason I couldn’t quite bring myself to just reach out. The hunger grew more and more prominent, as it dangled aggressively in front of me.
and so the burden fell to them, they who had no better chance of sating the beast than did the rest of the village, from the bravest of their warriors to the most studied of their scholars. but their Speaker, an ageless woman who saw things that others could not and did not dare to think of, had insisted with the weight of all her wisdom, with a finality that brooked no argument.
that very same night, her father dressed for war, but there would be no soldiers where he was going, and the Thing that awaited him would care little for his stylized armor or his painted faceplate. the symbols of honor and pride carved into his chest plate would be, to the beast, what children’s finger-drawings in sand are to the ocean.
but she could not see the sense in making a sacrifice that was doomed to fail, or fighting a battle that was unwinnable. she could not see the sense in feeding to a mindless beast a man so sorely needed by so many people – a medic, a war legend, a brother, a friend. a father. to sacrifice this man when any other body would suffice seemed beyond reason. for a beast would care not if its offering had weak bones or a stuttering mind; flesh always burned the same way.
after her father had excused himself for what he thought would be his last night’s sleep, she did what she had always known she must. she wound his wreath of sweet-leaves around her neck and arms and back, took the Key from his mare’s saddlebag, and left through their village’s only gate.
by the time he found the Key missing, she would be long gone.
to satisfy. yummy. full. pleasing. pleasurable. like sex. awkward. gluttony. food. ice cream. pizza.
I didn’t know what it was, or when it would come but i knew that it rhymed with fate. Like anything else in the world it was predetermined to make my living a living hell. I only hoped that this, unlike all of the others would earnestly make me stronger.
Red wine dribbles down his round chin, his small mouth tearing and slurping the bounty before him. He mistakes inward emptiness and deprivation for physical appetite. This was once a great man. A dreamer and a thinker. But now memory suffocates beneath mountains of material, greedy flesh. Alas, we are lost.
I don’t know what the word sate means. But, alas, I still have time to write. So let me tell you that my cat won’t stop looking at my hand moving on the keyboard. I have a sneaking suspicion that she might pounce any secoaifjawoiefjaowef. I was correct.
To feed is a difficult thing sometimes. It’s painful, agonizing in it’s entirety. the blood drips down her neck, tempting me beyond what could be, into a different world.
I’m hungry, food steaming on the table, a family sitting around happily. But here I am, looking through the window, a window that shows my past. One that I wish I haven’t disregard. Family, food and happiness was what had taken up most of my life before.
a sleepy state is sate a luxurious place to drape my hair
To sate or not to sate, that is the question … Whether ’tis nobler to be skinny and hungry, or chubby and happily full?
Each day and each hour spent with him pushes me one step closer to being completely sated with my life. Somebody who shares the passions I do, gets the humor I express.. Patience proved my time to be worth while.
Satisfy me. Fill my veins with the pleasure of your lips’ gentle embraces upon the skin of my neck. Your touch is it. It is the beginning of eternities and end of it all. It is you I seek. It is for your voice that upon my deaf ears I hear.
If you’ll have it, I’ll lay my bloody hands upon your skin, and tarnish your righteous soul along with mine. For oh how tempting you are, I can do nothing but corrupt you.
And have you satisfy me. One more time.
i don’t know what sate means but it sounds like it has something to do with satire or to sedate or something..? sate. god i would write so much more if i knew what this word meant. umm.. i just wiped something nasty off of my laptop. SATE. DAMMIT. why don’t i know? SATs
How does one sate a thirst for death
Not that of others
But that for oneself
I know.
.
.
.
.
.
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sate is one of the most beautiful things present on earth. it provides joy to everyone ! it has been awarded as the best medicine for curing depression .
doctors around the globe adopt this method to help the people in depression. this has achieved a world recognition .
Sated and flighty, the willows brush wildly, densely, bludgeoningly. Feelish, bluish, mechanized pumping thrashes. Build. Build. Build. Slate and bound, bloody and ripe, perfectly poised and angrily sought.
There’s nothing worse than being unable to indulge. Honestly, that’s what hedonism is all about. Apologize for nothing. Nothing. Least of all taking the time to sate your cravings.
Sate, I have no idea what it means. It sounds like many things, safe, ate, late. Different meanings for everything. Why sate? is this a test? writting about things you dont understand.
It was hard to get sated these days. The war had dragged on so long, and we were deep in enemy territory. Our supply lines were severed and the cold fangs of winter were beginning to bite hard.
I had never been truly sated.
Never appeased.
Always hungry for more.
Always wanting.
And then I woke up at 11:28, the day before the end of the world.
Even though I know the world isn’t really going to end.
I know the apocalypse is not upon us.
I needed the threat, and a Killers song, and an episode of How I met Your Mother to end my cycle of pain.
I’m through with depression.
Hello love.
What do you believe if you take the T out of the state, state of mind? state of presence? T like the chamomile you would taste first thing in the morning.
a cup of lukewarm tea
with a hint of almond
sate your thirst
“Sate? What the hell kind of name is Sate?” He asked.
“Well if you’re going to be a dick about it then fuck you.” Sate replied angrily
“Are you a stripper?” He asked still confused about her name.
It’s a constant, aching struggle.
This hollowness, this state of constant want will never go away.
I’m left unsatisfied.
Like nomads in vast deserts with nothing but sand to wet their throats.
I want to sate my desire for pink mini purses and beef hot dogs. But what is a vegan like me supposed to do in this situation. I get in my mini cooper and head to my local Ikea store to think over a steaming plate of meatballs. Oh shit, maybe not meatballs, considering those are made of meat as well.
i dont know what this means. it looks like date and kind of sounds like satan… so i have no idea what this is talking about.. maybe a date with satan one day. i hope that never happens to me.
I could not sate my appetite for unusual words, so I chose to remain silent. All those around me thought I was a fool.
Sate as a fate
Sate as a fate,
In your state you contemplate…
With Satan as a brother,
The sate will always find another.
To gorge oneself with pleasures
one goes to many measures
The detail that you missed:
Satan does a job of convincing you he does not exist.
Looks at it with disdain, and hates the consequences of his actions. Carl slowly lifts his utensil off the perfectly folded napkin, he halts for a beat; places the utensil back down gently. He sighs and explodes off the chair grabbing the pastry, and shoves it down his throat like that of an animal. Tears start to dribble down into his mouth, he chews furiously; knowing what failure feels like, and tastes like.
What is sate? I’ve neer heard about this word and i spelled ‘never’ wrong ok lol i cant go back to fix it because there is only like 20 secs left and yeap! The word sate? is it a verb? What does it mean, i kind of want to google it. Yeah lets google it…. thirst? the hell lol am i on the right definition? anyways, i dont know how this works so lets see!!!!
A shimmering glass caught her attention. The reflections mirrored the patterns in the tablecloth–sumptious, opulent stripes–and the liquid inside had left small, clear drops upon the sides of the glass.
I don’t know what this word means.
I was not fully aware of sate meant, so I had to look it up. To satisfy. To fill. To me, this comes out to being an addiction. This is something I can relate to. As an addict I can comprehend what people are dealing with when they feel like they are in need of a substance. As an addict, I can safely say that gorging in your addiction will only lead into regret. There is nothing I regret more than convincing myself that it will be okay to drink, and then get completely
sate? I have never heard of this word before this. Sate ryhmes with Fate . also Safe.
Meaning my Fate is Safe= Sate
He had tried to sate me in the past with his fluffy words and kind smiles. All they seemed to manage to do was sicken me. I hadn’t wanted someone to think they loved some version of me that didn’t exist with their sloppy grins and overly confident attitude.
I had wanted someone to love ME.