Ushio trusted that Yusei was ready with how the young man was demanding the next step in his “cavity search.” He unzipped his pants and released his aching cock, hissing in relief as the pressure was removed. Then he moaned as he applied lube to the thick member. “Mnh, here I come.”
I really trusted him to tell me the truth. But sadly it wasn’t so. Trust is one of those things that you really can’t break. Once its broken you can’t really put it back together. Its like a Christmas ornament. You can tape it back together, but what you get afterward looks nothing like the beauty you had before. It makes me sad thinking about it really. Such a horrible thing to just waste.
i don’t trust myself. i fuck around with people, unintentionally. i throw them for a loop, but i don’t mean to. i wish i could keep people around longer than a few years. i wish i could be trusted with people. with myself. with a serious relationship.
I trust only my sister Erin and even though she isn’t actually my sister, I always think and consider her as such. I love her and trust her and she knows this. I know that she feels the same way about me and reassures me of that. I love that feeling when I’m with her.
I miss her tremendously every single day.
Honestly I don’t know what I would do without her besides me (metaphorically) since she lives in California. And I live in North Carolina. 3000 miles can separate our trust.
being trusted is really important. i can’t trust very many people and it takes me a long time to trust others. i hope to someday find someone that i can trust one hundred percent and spend my life with. i think it’s important in all relationships, whether the person is your friend, your significant other, or your co-worker. trusting someone and then having them let you down is the most painful thing ever
I was trusted with the money. Trusted by the fellowhship and brotherhood of the club. However, my demons don’t care who I’m trusted by, and the bad wolf inside of me will always lie, cheat and steal despite the trust of others. Even when they are my friends. I must remeber to always feed the good wolf. How long will it take to regain what I have lost…
I trusted her with my life as she thrust into the fires of burning my house down. I struggled in the ash laden air and coughed, it tasted like blood. I realize that nothing was safe anymore and the only option I had was to run… but the door was blocked off and that’s when she came in, and finally, I knew, that I would live to see another day and that’s what I’m talking to you all about today… How Sally, my thirteen year old sister, ran into the house when no one else would, and helped me escape that day….
So that he could teach me how to float, my father brought me to the calm, shallow water of Fisherman’s Beach, fingertips reassuring at my back. A fishing boat whirred by somewhere out on deeper water and the sky was as smooth and spotless as river stones when he pulled his hand away; I felt the cool darkness shifting down there below me. “Easy,” he said, voice soft.
theres nothing good about being trusted. people are always asking you for favors. i’ve moved a million couches. i’ve been asked my opinion when nobody wanted to hear it.
Trust is something barely tangible, like pure gold.
It sifts through your fingers, but has a grasp.
It contorts to your touch, finding each individual crevice to mold.
There it lingers, but can be lost as viciously as the bite of an asp.
She trusted him, though no else did. In the end that’s what hurt her the most. He was caring and peaceful or so he’d seemed, but as time went on, the facade faded. He became aggressive and she paid the toll.
I trusted him like I trusted the wind that day. I knew that he could catch me and that he would. To make me leave my family was the worst he could do. That is why we run from the disease, and that is why we try to find it.
Lillian liked to think that she was a trusted member of the troupe. She had been travelling with them for four months now and they were nearing the end of their trek. San Diego, California was their last stop and they only had twelve more days on the road. Clara was positively itching to get to the ocean.
“Oh, it’s going to be amazing! I love the Pacific.”
“I trusted you!” She screamed, throwing the shoe at him as he ducked out the door.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he pleaded.
She walked right up to him, looked him in the eye, and drove her knee into his balls as hard as she could. “Well,” she said as he crumpled to the floor, “I can’t say the same thing.”
The most trusted people in your life aren’t the ones that you’ve known the longest. They’re the ones you love the most deeply, the ones who will be there for you when the going gets tough and the weak get going. They’re the ones you should be with.
Should you trust more or strive to be trusted more? If everyone trusts you then thats good you would think, but what about when you let someone down or take advantage of their trust. Then its worse. Trust is something that makes a big difference in life and its wild that some people don’t even trust themselves.
Charles Dickens could not be trusted with happiness, his stories always rebelled and took a turn for the more exciting, the page turning gusto that would bring in more readers. Charles Dickens was a nice honest man, but his stories were attention grabbing whores.
everything i knew. everything i thought i knew. i trusted you. i didn’t think you were capable of something so cruel. but i was wrong. i was wrong about this. i was wrong about our friendship.
was i? are we really done? after all our memories? after everything we did together? is it so easily ruined? gosh, i hope not. i hope im not that insignificant to you. but then again…i probably am.</3
Life if about trusting; trusting people and trusting yourself. It would be unbelievably stereotypical to write about life and philosophies of life but sometimes it just seems appropriate. Some times I wish people trusted more.
me, I trusted him but he broke my heart. she trusted him with her life, he was her daddy, she his sweet little girl with the rosy cheeks and the blond pig tails. until the day he let her down, he never picked her up from gymnastics practice, and left her stranded in the rain outside. as she walked the 6 miles home, she realized he wasn’t perfect. when the car pulled up to ofter her a lift, she got in gladly, thanking the young man for his kindness. she shrugged off her wet windbreaker, and smiled at the driver. he asked her where to go, and she gave him directions. but he didn’t go where she had said.
hated lied hurt love need to be happy. i trust you with my heart. why do you keep breaking it. i loooove you. i trust you with my soul my thoughts my heart. trust is scary. trusting people make you lie. i try not to trust. trust.
She couldn’t be trusted. Do you know what she’s done? She’s ripped apart lives, man. Hearts, minds, souls… She’s taken her claws of evilness and shredded men’s lives to peices… She could do it to you, if you let her. This is your warning. She can’t be trusted.
me, i trusted him but he broke my heart. she trusted him with her life, he was her daddy, she his sweet little girl with the rosy cheeks and the blond pig tails. until the day he let her down, he never picked her up from volley ball practice, and left her stranded in the rain outside. as she walked the 6 miles home, she realized he wasn’t perfect. when a car pulled up to ofter her a lift, she got in gladly, thanking the young man for his kindness. she shrugged off her wet windbreaker, and smiled at the driver. he asked her where to go, and she gave him directions. but he didn’t go where she had said.
Who can I trust? With everything? I want that one person in my life. Maybe people…I suppose different people could have different roles they are trustworthy with. But I would love to have someone I felt that safe with. Wouldn’t you? Don’t we all need that person, to be the best we can?
The definition of our love was the personification of the laity of trust. The only bit of amount of trust that was pure was blind and held by me. You should be thankful for having me. Thankul for having some one so oblivious, so naive, and so in love to have trusted a spineless self-righteous pig like yourself. I gave you all and you utilized and manipulated it to the point where there is nothing but bitterness and spite left within me.
as we sat in the sunshine of rolando’s diner, i could not keep my eyes off of you.
your face was beautifully lit from the inside, pouring forth a love so real that i had to look away.
and when i looked back, you were still smiling at me.
i realized i didn’t have to try to be witty…you had already found a reason to smile-it was me.
forever will i hold your beautiful smiling face in my heart til the day we part…and are free
There was a man whom I once trusted. My heart was pircing with pain as I looked into his eye. He was once my friend. We had spent our childhood in my backyard play hide and go seek and football.
I NEVER TRUSTED HER. i KNEW SHE WOULD ALWAYS HURT ME IN THE END. aLWAYS LOOMING OVER ME AND SCHEMING MY DEMISE. tHEY ALL DO THAT IN THE END. NEVER TRUST ANYONE. They all just want your heart in their jar.
I trusted you. I mean, trust truly means that you don’t have anything bad to deal with. What do you trust? Who do you trust?
I trust a few people. A boyfriend, family, friends. I only trust a few. They have become my rock. I love them.
i trusted you. you were my friend. you were my best friend. she was my best friend. we were just beginning, i thought you were everything i wanted. first it was the other girl. i was okay with it. next heroin. now cocaine. i miss you. i miss the old you, i miss when i trusted you.
confiado aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah como assim acabou o tempo, o site não pode confiar em me deixando terminar…vou ficar enrolando, não sou confiável sofri.
People like someone who is trusted. Someone they can trust. It is vital to be someone who is trusted because it helps to get people on your side. Trusted also has the word trust in it – as in with banks. In Vermont, Burlington specifically, they have old-style banks re-adapted as restaurants that were trusts.
Ushio trusted that Yusei was ready with how the young man was demanding the next step in his “cavity search.” He unzipped his pants and released his aching cock, hissing in relief as the pressure was removed. Then he moaned as he applied lube to the thick member. “Mnh, here I come.”
There is a lot more to consider when you think you trust someone. Like for instance, are you trusted as well? Makes you think, huh?
I really trusted him to tell me the truth. But sadly it wasn’t so. Trust is one of those things that you really can’t break. Once its broken you can’t really put it back together. Its like a Christmas ornament. You can tape it back together, but what you get afterward looks nothing like the beauty you had before. It makes me sad thinking about it really. Such a horrible thing to just waste.
i don’t trust myself. i fuck around with people, unintentionally. i throw them for a loop, but i don’t mean to. i wish i could keep people around longer than a few years. i wish i could be trusted with people. with myself. with a serious relationship.
I trust only my sister Erin and even though she isn’t actually my sister, I always think and consider her as such. I love her and trust her and she knows this. I know that she feels the same way about me and reassures me of that. I love that feeling when I’m with her.
I miss her tremendously every single day.
Honestly I don’t know what I would do without her besides me (metaphorically) since she lives in California. And I live in North Carolina. 3000 miles can separate our trust.
being trusted is really important. i can’t trust very many people and it takes me a long time to trust others. i hope to someday find someone that i can trust one hundred percent and spend my life with. i think it’s important in all relationships, whether the person is your friend, your significant other, or your co-worker. trusting someone and then having them let you down is the most painful thing ever
I was trusted with the money. Trusted by the fellowhship and brotherhood of the club. However, my demons don’t care who I’m trusted by, and the bad wolf inside of me will always lie, cheat and steal despite the trust of others. Even when they are my friends. I must remeber to always feed the good wolf. How long will it take to regain what I have lost…
I trusted her with my life as she thrust into the fires of burning my house down. I struggled in the ash laden air and coughed, it tasted like blood. I realize that nothing was safe anymore and the only option I had was to run… but the door was blocked off and that’s when she came in, and finally, I knew, that I would live to see another day and that’s what I’m talking to you all about today… How Sally, my thirteen year old sister, ran into the house when no one else would, and helped me escape that day….
I trusted you,
when I was young.
I trusted you,
when you were innocent.
I trusted you,
when we were friends.
I trusted you,
past tense.
That’s over now.
So that he could teach me how to float, my father brought me to the calm, shallow water of Fisherman’s Beach, fingertips reassuring at my back. A fishing boat whirred by somewhere out on deeper water and the sky was as smooth and spotless as river stones when he pulled his hand away; I felt the cool darkness shifting down there below me. “Easy,” he said, voice soft.
theres nothing good about being trusted. people are always asking you for favors. i’ve moved a million couches. i’ve been asked my opinion when nobody wanted to hear it.
Trust is something barely tangible, like pure gold.
It sifts through your fingers, but has a grasp.
It contorts to your touch, finding each individual crevice to mold.
There it lingers, but can be lost as viciously as the bite of an asp.
She trusted him, though no else did. In the end that’s what hurt her the most. He was caring and peaceful or so he’d seemed, but as time went on, the facade faded. He became aggressive and she paid the toll.
I trusted him like I trusted the wind that day. I knew that he could catch me and that he would. To make me leave my family was the worst he could do. That is why we run from the disease, and that is why we try to find it.
Lillian liked to think that she was a trusted member of the troupe. She had been travelling with them for four months now and they were nearing the end of their trek. San Diego, California was their last stop and they only had twelve more days on the road. Clara was positively itching to get to the ocean.
“Oh, it’s going to be amazing! I love the Pacific.”
“I trusted you!” She screamed, throwing the shoe at him as he ducked out the door.
“I never meant to hurt you,” he pleaded.
She walked right up to him, looked him in the eye, and drove her knee into his balls as hard as she could. “Well,” she said as he crumpled to the floor, “I can’t say the same thing.”
The most trusted people in your life aren’t the ones that you’ve known the longest. They’re the ones you love the most deeply, the ones who will be there for you when the going gets tough and the weak get going. They’re the ones you should be with.
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Should you trust more or strive to be trusted more? If everyone trusts you then thats good you would think, but what about when you let someone down or take advantage of their trust. Then its worse. Trust is something that makes a big difference in life and its wild that some people don’t even trust themselves.
Charles Dickens could not be trusted with happiness, his stories always rebelled and took a turn for the more exciting, the page turning gusto that would bring in more readers. Charles Dickens was a nice honest man, but his stories were attention grabbing whores.
everything i knew. everything i thought i knew. i trusted you. i didn’t think you were capable of something so cruel. but i was wrong. i was wrong about this. i was wrong about our friendship.
was i? are we really done? after all our memories? after everything we did together? is it so easily ruined? gosh, i hope not. i hope im not that insignificant to you. but then again…i probably am.</3
what a word for me right now…the one i thought i trusted has really screwed me over. but i still trust people until they give me a reason not to.
Life if about trusting; trusting people and trusting yourself. It would be unbelievably stereotypical to write about life and philosophies of life but sometimes it just seems appropriate. Some times I wish people trusted more.
knowing there is someone there all the time you can count on. To know that they are always there when they need them.
me, I trusted him but he broke my heart. she trusted him with her life, he was her daddy, she his sweet little girl with the rosy cheeks and the blond pig tails. until the day he let her down, he never picked her up from gymnastics practice, and left her stranded in the rain outside. as she walked the 6 miles home, she realized he wasn’t perfect. when the car pulled up to ofter her a lift, she got in gladly, thanking the young man for his kindness. she shrugged off her wet windbreaker, and smiled at the driver. he asked her where to go, and she gave him directions. but he didn’t go where she had said.
hated lied hurt love need to be happy. i trust you with my heart. why do you keep breaking it. i loooove you. i trust you with my soul my thoughts my heart. trust is scary. trusting people make you lie. i try not to trust. trust.
She couldn’t be trusted. Do you know what she’s done? She’s ripped apart lives, man. Hearts, minds, souls… She’s taken her claws of evilness and shredded men’s lives to peices… She could do it to you, if you let her. This is your warning. She can’t be trusted.
me, i trusted him but he broke my heart. she trusted him with her life, he was her daddy, she his sweet little girl with the rosy cheeks and the blond pig tails. until the day he let her down, he never picked her up from volley ball practice, and left her stranded in the rain outside. as she walked the 6 miles home, she realized he wasn’t perfect. when a car pulled up to ofter her a lift, she got in gladly, thanking the young man for his kindness. she shrugged off her wet windbreaker, and smiled at the driver. he asked her where to go, and she gave him directions. but he didn’t go where she had said.
Who can I trust? With everything? I want that one person in my life. Maybe people…I suppose different people could have different roles they are trustworthy with. But I would love to have someone I felt that safe with. Wouldn’t you? Don’t we all need that person, to be the best we can?
The definition of our love was the personification of the laity of trust. The only bit of amount of trust that was pure was blind and held by me. You should be thankful for having me. Thankul for having some one so oblivious, so naive, and so in love to have trusted a spineless self-righteous pig like yourself. I gave you all and you utilized and manipulated it to the point where there is nothing but bitterness and spite left within me.
Trusted.
as we sat in the sunshine of rolando’s diner, i could not keep my eyes off of you.
your face was beautifully lit from the inside, pouring forth a love so real that i had to look away.
and when i looked back, you were still smiling at me.
i realized i didn’t have to try to be witty…you had already found a reason to smile-it was me.
forever will i hold your beautiful smiling face in my heart til the day we part…and are free
There was a man whom I once trusted. My heart was pircing with pain as I looked into his eye. He was once my friend. We had spent our childhood in my backyard play hide and go seek and football.
I trusted that my decision was not going to backfire on me. I trusted that you would always be honest with me. I guess I was wrong.
I NEVER TRUSTED HER. i KNEW SHE WOULD ALWAYS HURT ME IN THE END. aLWAYS LOOMING OVER ME AND SCHEMING MY DEMISE. tHEY ALL DO THAT IN THE END. NEVER TRUST ANYONE. They all just want your heart in their jar.
Shattered. Dried out, and brittle, because I squeezed the trust out of my heart and gave it to you.
I trusted you. I mean, trust truly means that you don’t have anything bad to deal with. What do you trust? Who do you trust?
I trust a few people. A boyfriend, family, friends. I only trust a few. They have become my rock. I love them.
i trusted you. you were my friend. you were my best friend. she was my best friend. we were just beginning, i thought you were everything i wanted. first it was the other girl. i was okay with it. next heroin. now cocaine. i miss you. i miss the old you, i miss when i trusted you.
when someone or something is reliable. can keep secrets. will be there for you, always. to be counted on. worthy of your time and effort.
confiado aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah como assim acabou o tempo, o site não pode confiar em me deixando terminar…vou ficar enrolando, não sou confiável sofri.
People like someone who is trusted. Someone they can trust. It is vital to be someone who is trusted because it helps to get people on your side. Trusted also has the word trust in it – as in with banks. In Vermont, Burlington specifically, they have old-style banks re-adapted as restaurants that were trusts.