i kissed you on the lips and cusped your breasts,and you kissed me back,and gasped under my touch…i understood that this was just a fantasy..but it felt so right.
i thought i understood him, but i obviously didn’t. we came from different wold, he and i. that whole mars and venus book. but who cares – it’s over now.
it wasn’t the first time…but i understood. nothing about her would ever make you think she was capable of it, but she was. and she did. i can’t forget that. leave bitch, whatever.
“They’re gone!” Malin breathed as she stood in the doorway of the main dormitory. Devora understood the answer but somehow she didn’t grok it. “What do you mean the children are gone?” she asked shocked. Her fear spread like the scarlet sunrise on Rigel 7 on the holy days of Maranok. “They can’t have just disappeared. It’s too soon.”
He felt like, if they’d just read the fucking report he’d prepared – that was right in front of them in the pack conference room – everything would be OK.
He would be understood.
Maybe for the first time in the whole his miserable fucking existence.
They weren’t reading. Hell, they weren’t even listening.
Meyerson, the big baby, was drooling all over himself with tears and snot from all his wailing.
He took finger off the trigger guard, ran a thumb across his brow.
“The sooner you read, the sooner this will be all over,” he said, just above a whisper.
So I understood what he was telling me. I just couldnt remember any of the details of our childhood. I wanted to reach out to him, but who was this man claiming to be my brother.
i never knew why you left me. I never cared what caused your death. I barely realized you couldn’t love me. But I always understood. Never think my love for you is lost.
I understood when you said you didn’t have feelings for me.
I understood when the gaze that you lovingly bestowed upon me was now gone.
I understood when you could not hold my hand, or touch my cheek.
I understood that you could not love me the way that I wanted.
But what I could not understand was how I could calmly understand this.
i do not know why we misunderstand things that are easliy understood but i do wish the confusion of it would all go away it hurts when nothing is understood
I understood when you said you were in pain. What I don’t understand, is how you could withstand so much simply just so you could kiss me.
I guess this stitch in my side is a good indicator of how much I wanted to kiss you as well.
i dont understand why this website takes so long to load. its stupid. very very stupid. if i understood that, then maybe i wouldnt be so damn impatient. sadly, i dont. sometimes i wish my mother understood my motives, intentions, and everything, she doesnt understhand anything about me!
I want to be. I feel like at times the only way to understand me is to have been in my situation. Everyone has problems, and not everyone can understand all those problems. But when you find someone that’s been through the same things, that’s the true way to be completely understood, not just by the surface meaning of the word, but to deeply, truly be understood yourself. In the end, I think that’s all we really want. To know we’re not alone, not just physically, but mentally as well.
It is little understood why Andrew did it. He had his reasons, but really the rest of his community shunned him for breaking into Stein’s Deli that Autumn day three years ago, making a pastrami and brisket hat, and skateboarding up the makeshift ramp, over the fence, into the back lot of the animal shelter. Now he must live on with the disdain and disapproval of his neighbors and without a head.
Is a very misenterpreted word at times. People have different defenitions and personal meanings when it comes to fully “understanding” a topic. It really depends on the person you’re asking. Some people are very complex minded, and will fully push the subject until they have sucked up every morsel of info they could muster. While others don’t feel the need to delve that deep into a subject and would rather skim the surface and be satisfied with the simplest of meanings.
Understood. I don’t think I’ve understood anything important. School stuff’s fine, math and all that. But life, boys, ME, I don’t understand. I’ve never understood. I’m afraid I never will.
Chirping
stirs outside the black window,
soothing the empty house,
the small cat resting
in the center of a carpet,
waiting for his family to come home,
to its yellow walls
and yellow cat,
to pet the cat’s yellow fur
as it purrs
like cicadas.
i don’t understand how this thing really works. i suppose it’s like another internet gimmick thing that will come and go. ahhh it’s going so quickly, literally.
loading…
I don’t understand how some people believe the things they believe, and really actually believe them. That’s not the way the world works! When I believe something, it is because I see the reason why I believe it, and the reason makes sense to me, and I understand it. But apparently, other people can believe things without understanding why.
It’s a rather daft question to ask. Of course I have the intellectual capacity to understand your command. It’s a whole other question as to whether it makes sense for me to follow. Follow in your footsteps.
understood. who actually is anyways. i know thati m not. i know that anyone who thinks they are, probably isn’t. sometimes all we want is to be understood and we can’t have it. why do we have guessing games with people we “like” anyways? don’t we want to be understood? or do we want to seem mysterious.
She was sick and tired of feeling misunderstood. She couldn’t stand around just dealing with it anymore. Tonight, she was going to let everyone really understand how she felt. Tonight they would see that they had all been wrong.
I have rarely ever felt understood. This quiet nagging in my brain making me feel like I am unique, completely impossible to be understood by anyone. Maybe that is good, being unique :)
is it understood? I don’t know. sometimes i feel like you feel the same way i do and we both know and there’s no need to say it. But is there? sometimes you seem to have no clue how much i miss you now. How much i just want to hear you say it. and yet then again other days i don’t need to hear it, i just know.
I always say that I understand something, or that I understand you.
But I’m wrong. I’m either lying, or I really think I understand you.
But I realized you can never fully understand someone. Unless you have they’re same exact mind as them. And you don’t.
So sorry, I don’t understand you.
Understood.
You understand? No, of course you don’t. Because you can’t. No one understands. In order to understand, you’d have to have lived. And you haven’t. I don’t understand why you don’t live. Do you understand? No, of course you don’t. Because you can’t.
i had done it i had understood the facts. my life had become one great creation in front of me. what was i thinking. where was i in this point of time and wheere aexactly had love taken me to this
It’s become understood that we don’t talk about it. We both know when the other is thinking about it. But the silence is necessary, so that we can remain what we are. We both know that it was wrong, but what’s done is done.
“Do you understand me!?”
I didn’t know what to say. Of course I didn’t. He made no sense. He’d been ranting and raving and yelling, and words had come out in different orders than he’d meant them to. But, he was angry. So of course I understood him.
I smiled. “Yes, yes, of course.”
I dont know if I am supposed to write about this word or just use it in a story. I really dont understand. I dont understand a lot of things actually. I am not very clever sometimes.
Then it all become clear. I understood it for the first time. what seemed like forever ago was suddenly in front of me before i had time to process what i could do. it all diseappeared. Ill never understand.
i kissed you on the lips and cusped your breasts,and you kissed me back,and gasped under my touch…i understood that this was just a fantasy..but it felt so right.
Not a word to be used lightly especially in relationships. You think you understand someone but the simplest things can create misunderstandings :)
i thought i understood him, but i obviously didn’t. we came from different wold, he and i. that whole mars and venus book. but who cares – it’s over now.
Verstehe ich? Dich? Mich? Die Welt? Das Dasein? Das irdische Sein? Das überirdische Sein? Das unterirdische?
shameless people
it wasn’t the first time…but i understood. nothing about her would ever make you think she was capable of it, but she was. and she did. i can’t forget that. leave bitch, whatever.
“They’re gone!” Malin breathed as she stood in the doorway of the main dormitory. Devora understood the answer but somehow she didn’t grok it. “What do you mean the children are gone?” she asked shocked. Her fear spread like the scarlet sunrise on Rigel 7 on the holy days of Maranok. “They can’t have just disappeared. It’s too soon.”
He felt like, if they’d just read the fucking report he’d prepared – that was right in front of them in the pack conference room – everything would be OK.
He would be understood.
Maybe for the first time in the whole his miserable fucking existence.
They weren’t reading. Hell, they weren’t even listening.
Meyerson, the big baby, was drooling all over himself with tears and snot from all his wailing.
He took finger off the trigger guard, ran a thumb across his brow.
“The sooner you read, the sooner this will be all over,” he said, just above a whisper.
So I understood what he was telling me. I just couldnt remember any of the details of our childhood. I wanted to reach out to him, but who was this man claiming to be my brother.
i never knew why you left me. I never cared what caused your death. I barely realized you couldn’t love me. But I always understood. Never think my love for you is lost.
I understood when you said you didn’t have feelings for me.
I understood when the gaze that you lovingly bestowed upon me was now gone.
I understood when you could not hold my hand, or touch my cheek.
I understood that you could not love me the way that I wanted.
But what I could not understand was how I could calmly understand this.
I’ve never felt more understood than the years I spent in high school. The years of shallow, catholic, cynical, raging little girls.
i do not know why we misunderstand things that are easliy understood but i do wish the confusion of it would all go away it hurts when nothing is understood
i understood the meaning of understood. is this to understand the meaning of the word or to know the typing speed of a person
I understood when you said you were in pain. What I don’t understand, is how you could withstand so much simply just so you could kiss me.
I guess this stitch in my side is a good indicator of how much I wanted to kiss you as well.
Misunderstood.
Seeing but not thinking.
Acting wihout explanation.
Begging for another to think the same.
Love is like a tattoo, Pain but beautiful
i dont understand why this website takes so long to load. its stupid. very very stupid. if i understood that, then maybe i wouldnt be so damn impatient. sadly, i dont. sometimes i wish my mother understood my motives, intentions, and everything, she doesnt understhand anything about me!
I want to be. I feel like at times the only way to understand me is to have been in my situation. Everyone has problems, and not everyone can understand all those problems. But when you find someone that’s been through the same things, that’s the true way to be completely understood, not just by the surface meaning of the word, but to deeply, truly be understood yourself. In the end, I think that’s all we really want. To know we’re not alone, not just physically, but mentally as well.
It is little understood why Andrew did it. He had his reasons, but really the rest of his community shunned him for breaking into Stein’s Deli that Autumn day three years ago, making a pastrami and brisket hat, and skateboarding up the makeshift ramp, over the fence, into the back lot of the animal shelter. Now he must live on with the disdain and disapproval of his neighbors and without a head.
Is a very misenterpreted word at times. People have different defenitions and personal meanings when it comes to fully “understanding” a topic. It really depends on the person you’re asking. Some people are very complex minded, and will fully push the subject until they have sucked up every morsel of info they could muster. While others don’t feel the need to delve that deep into a subject and would rather skim the surface and be satisfied with the simplest of meanings.
I never understood a thing.
Such a simple creature they used to say, and I was ashamed.
Nowadays I´m kinda grateful, actually. At least I don´t have them psychological problems them intellectual have.
i caught onto what was being said. i also agreed because i agreed it was understandable.
Understood. I don’t think I’ve understood anything important. School stuff’s fine, math and all that. But life, boys, ME, I don’t understand. I’ve never understood. I’m afraid I never will.
Chirping
stirs outside the black window,
soothing the empty house,
the small cat resting
in the center of a carpet,
waiting for his family to come home,
to its yellow walls
and yellow cat,
to pet the cat’s yellow fur
as it purrs
like cicadas.
i don’t understand how this thing really works. i suppose it’s like another internet gimmick thing that will come and go. ahhh it’s going so quickly, literally.
loading…
I don’t understand how some people believe the things they believe, and really actually believe them. That’s not the way the world works! When I believe something, it is because I see the reason why I believe it, and the reason makes sense to me, and I understand it. But apparently, other people can believe things without understanding why.
“Am I understood?”
It’s a rather daft question to ask. Of course I have the intellectual capacity to understand your command. It’s a whole other question as to whether it makes sense for me to follow. Follow in your footsteps.
understood. who actually is anyways. i know thati m not. i know that anyone who thinks they are, probably isn’t. sometimes all we want is to be understood and we can’t have it. why do we have guessing games with people we “like” anyways? don’t we want to be understood? or do we want to seem mysterious.
She was sick and tired of feeling misunderstood. She couldn’t stand around just dealing with it anymore. Tonight, she was going to let everyone really understand how she felt. Tonight they would see that they had all been wrong.
I have rarely ever felt understood. This quiet nagging in my brain making me feel like I am unique, completely impossible to be understood by anyone. Maybe that is good, being unique :)
is it understood? I don’t know. sometimes i feel like you feel the same way i do and we both know and there’s no need to say it. But is there? sometimes you seem to have no clue how much i miss you now. How much i just want to hear you say it. and yet then again other days i don’t need to hear it, i just know.
I always say that I understand something, or that I understand you.
But I’m wrong. I’m either lying, or I really think I understand you.
But I realized you can never fully understand someone. Unless you have they’re same exact mind as them. And you don’t.
So sorry, I don’t understand you.
Understood.
You understand? No, of course you don’t. Because you can’t. No one understands. In order to understand, you’d have to have lived. And you haven’t. I don’t understand why you don’t live. Do you understand? No, of course you don’t. Because you can’t.
When you understand something, like you completely get it, or what the person is saying.
I understood what you were just saying.
i had done it i had understood the facts. my life had become one great creation in front of me. what was i thinking. where was i in this point of time and wheere aexactly had love taken me to this
It’s become understood that we don’t talk about it. We both know when the other is thinking about it. But the silence is necessary, so that we can remain what we are. We both know that it was wrong, but what’s done is done.
“Do you understand me!?”
I didn’t know what to say. Of course I didn’t. He made no sense. He’d been ranting and raving and yelling, and words had come out in different orders than he’d meant them to. But, he was angry. So of course I understood him.
I smiled. “Yes, yes, of course.”
I dont know if I am supposed to write about this word or just use it in a story. I really dont understand. I dont understand a lot of things actually. I am not very clever sometimes.
Then it all become clear. I understood it for the first time. what seemed like forever ago was suddenly in front of me before i had time to process what i could do. it all diseappeared. Ill never understand.