We all have crushes. Most of the time you don’t even necessarily know them. You might not even really ‘like’ them. Majority of the time it’s caused my physical attraction. You may not know anything about them, but you completely push those thoughts aside, just for a pathetic crush. Crushes are a waste of time.
Crush your guts.
Well I’ve been crushed by girls. Both literally and physically. Once a Tank of a girl sat on me and I couldn’t breath. Once a girl broke up with me. once a girl with HUGE boobs laid on me and boy, was I crushed in heaven….. What a day.
Well I’ve been crushed by girls. Both literally and physically. Once a Tank of a girl sat on me and I couldn’t breath. Once a girl broke up with me. once a girl with HUGE boobs laid on me and boy, was I crushed in heaven.
I am feeling the crush of migraine headaches lately! They are coming so often that I don’t even want to mention them to my family or friends any more because they are such old news. But each one is new news to me! They wreck my concentration, make me feel irritable, slow me down, inhibit my abilities to get things done, and aggravate the heck out of me. Help!
The crush of the car was total. He was lucky to make it out in one piece, to tell the truth. His sister and her friend had dove out at the last possible second. What an utter miracle. He began to wonder if his grandfather had been right about the spirit who guarded over their family.
The crush of the waves drove the breath from her lungs, forced her lips to part and let water rush in to fill her lungs. She kicked her legs as hard as she could, but her head was spinning, and she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. She knew the ship was splintering somewhere to her left, that Eric had been flung into the water, the Simon and Uriel were going to die, but she couldn’t breathe.
The person that you cant go a single day without thinking about at least twice. The person that you look for in every crowed room. The one who makes your heart leap every time you get a text because this could be their name on the inbox. Their potential presence in your day is the deciding factor between taking the time to looking extra cute in the morning or not.
he says it’s just a crush, that we’re in a relationship , that you love me but lust after her. how can i believe you. i had a crush on you once, and it was small then spiraled, then became something crazy, something intense, something ….that i thought was beautiful.
how fucked up.
and to think i really thought you cared.
i had a crush. He was a good crush. Well, in my mind he was a good crush. I loved him with all my heart. I loved him more than i could stand. Until one day, i realized he will never love me. I couldn’t live with that. So i created a fantasy world where Wesley loved me. Where i could feel no pain. The only way i could maintain that world was by cutting. And it has ruined me ever since
Their are many configuration life choices to form from one beginning look to a love that no one could ever expect. The day starts with a look of an eye, to a crush… to just end with the death to form a widow.
I’m not sure I love him, I’m not sure I know what love is, who knows what is right? I fucking don’t and I want happiness, is that too much to ask for? Because it feels like it.
Okay. He’ll admit it. He had a crush on the hottest girl in school. In fact, as he like to describe her, she’s supermegafoxyawesomehot. And what was he going to do about it? Nothing. Cause everyone knows that you never tell a girl that you like them cause it makes you look like an idiot.
i have had a losof cruches. i have one now. its with this boy ehwho lives in my building. he´s a senior and im a freshmen, but we dont go to the same school. tragic, isnt it? he´ll never feel the same way. but its not love, just a crush.
one time i had a crush on a girl in my class. she was pretty but not exactly gorgeous. she seemed sad a lot. i don’t know why but that mad me like her.
It was my first. It wouldn’t be my last. I saw him standing across the room. Well, more like leaning against the support beam holding up the low ceiling in the high school cafeteria. He didn’t look at me. Not then, anyway. He was playing it cool. This was what I was telling myself.
I had such an obnoxious crush on you, and you fed that fire. I guess it probably boosted your ego, knowing that I was absolutely doe-eyed over you. Knowing that I’d follow you anywhere like an obedient puppy. I worshiped the ground you walked on, and I thought you at least admired me, just a little.
He couldn’t believe it, but it had to be true. The police man eyed him slowly and said So you’ll be okay? You’ve got a ride somewhere? The man nodded. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.
So he headed out of the station and took out his cellphone. His hand still hurt like hell.
Ive had tons of crushes, on girls, and many of them have gone absolutely nowhere, but the one crush that ended up somewhere was the one i had longest, five years to be exact, and now that she is mine, i couldnt be more in love and more happy. i love you, annie.
boys . kisses. just one miss and your caught.dreams that are so real but arent. i just wish that this pretend was a reality. crushes allow us to hope and obsess, but also alow us a resiliency that protect our fragile hearts.
to crush is to break. to crumble something in your hands to the point of oblivion. thus crushing something entails destruction or perhaps breaking something within such as perhaps crushing someones spirit. an example of this is when in the 1800’s the americans followed a policy of americanism towards the american indians
Someone that makes your heart beat fast, someone who makes you happy and causes butterflies in your tummy. Someone you want with you all the time, that person you look for at all times. Who you love to talk to and want to be with at all times, they make you smile and laugh, that is a crush.
crush soda is what i drink in the summer. its bright orange and fizzy and it makes me feel happy because the color is so exciting. crush is also like an ant in the summer because sometimes the ant gets stuck in the sticky soda and then it gets crushed with someones foot.
What does the word “crush” have to do with this anyways? I’m a little bit confused on this since my brain is contradicting from how fast my fingers can type and the logical explanation between pigs flying and what type of dog that can’t swim. Wow, I guess I act weird under pressure of just writing anything. Hello I’m fine how are you?
She crushed me all over, a crush i had.. oh what beautiful a beautiful thing to have. A soft emotion dazzling and creating emotion based solely on a look. One of purity that crushed me into having such a crush. She is a thing of beauty and I can only dream of a crush, because to her a crush is nothing, more than once has she been crushed upon.
Oh, that feeling. You let go of your denial and admit what you’ve been holding back. You have butterflies in your stomach, and just can’t stop thinking about them. You can’t justify this in whatever way you had been any longer. You like them. :) It’s ok though.
Melting inside. Drowning in your feelings. So alone that the world closes in. Silent, quiet night in the city. Laughing until you hurt. Loving looking into someone’s eyes.
I have a crussssshhhhhhh on someone – noone, I think…I like the soft dewy butterfly feeling of a crush but don’t have one now for real as my little girl would say…love crush, the orange kind, not the velvet kind…it will always be fluttery I think. So they say…..oh can you feel the crush – or does it hurt to have a crush..like crushing a house that should be resurrected or a pet or a person…hmm. Isn’t there an old song that starts: “I have a crush on you….”
I have a crush on a man with a mustache so cool so uncool at the same time I wanna ride that mustache baby, oh yea, 50 cents a ride whatever I can swing that all night. As long as he doesn’t have bell bottoms to go with that mustache we’re set. I like a man with a hula hoop but can’t handle bell bottoms.
Nicholas Micheal DeLuca. Maybe it’s a simple crush, maybe it’s love. But he fills my heart with joy, and laughter. There is no place I would rather be then in his arms.
heartbroken the child cried of love to her. but she just walked away, not showing her pain. but inside she was, too, crying. she did not know how to react, so she sat there, around the corner, and waited for something to happen. Meanwhile he was looking for a place to rest, he found a little puddle near the end of the street. He sat next to it and looked into the sky. There were no stars to be seen because of the moon and the flickering street lamps. Only big bird could hear them crying, and he know exactley what to do.
The lights ficker in the streetlights, a tall man is walking home, carrying his heavy suitcase, wearing all black. The rain has just gone and a newborn snail had walked on the sidewalk until.. CRUSH ..
Oh. That. I had crushes. But they were completely manageable. Ignorable. Subduable. Until him. He’s just… I think he might be able to understand me, and he’s funny and…
It’s such a stupid word. It means (usually) that you’re hopelessly infatuated with someone who probably doesn’t know you exist
How bout forget them and go outside. Learn something, improve yourself
People will have crushes on you, instead of you having crushes on them.
heartbroken the child cried of love to her. but she just walked away, not showing her pain. but inside she was, too, crying. she did not know how to react, so she sat there, around the corner, and waited for something to happen. Meanwhile he was looking for a place to rest, he found a little puddle near the end of the street. He sat next to it…
We all have crushes. Most of the time you don’t even necessarily know them. You might not even really ‘like’ them. Majority of the time it’s caused my physical attraction. You may not know anything about them, but you completely push those thoughts aside, just for a pathetic crush. Crushes are a waste of time.
Crush your guts.
Well I’ve been crushed by girls. Both literally and physically. Once a Tank of a girl sat on me and I couldn’t breath. Once a girl broke up with me. once a girl with HUGE boobs laid on me and boy, was I crushed in heaven….. What a day.
Well I’ve been crushed by girls. Both literally and physically. Once a Tank of a girl sat on me and I couldn’t breath. Once a girl broke up with me. once a girl with HUGE boobs laid on me and boy, was I crushed in heaven.
I am feeling the crush of migraine headaches lately! They are coming so often that I don’t even want to mention them to my family or friends any more because they are such old news. But each one is new news to me! They wreck my concentration, make me feel irritable, slow me down, inhibit my abilities to get things done, and aggravate the heck out of me. Help!
The crush of the car was total. He was lucky to make it out in one piece, to tell the truth. His sister and her friend had dove out at the last possible second. What an utter miracle. He began to wonder if his grandfather had been right about the spirit who guarded over their family.
The crush of the waves drove the breath from her lungs, forced her lips to part and let water rush in to fill her lungs. She kicked her legs as hard as she could, but her head was spinning, and she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. She knew the ship was splintering somewhere to her left, that Eric had been flung into the water, the Simon and Uriel were going to die, but she couldn’t breathe.
So she closed her eyes and let herself sink.
i gotta crush, not for lust, this will rust,
maybe sooner
or later, i couldnt care yeahya
The person that you cant go a single day without thinking about at least twice. The person that you look for in every crowed room. The one who makes your heart leap every time you get a text because this could be their name on the inbox. Their potential presence in your day is the deciding factor between taking the time to looking extra cute in the morning or not.
he says it’s just a crush, that we’re in a relationship , that you love me but lust after her. how can i believe you. i had a crush on you once, and it was small then spiraled, then became something crazy, something intense, something ….that i thought was beautiful.
how fucked up.
and to think i really thought you cared.
i had a crush. He was a good crush. Well, in my mind he was a good crush. I loved him with all my heart. I loved him more than i could stand. Until one day, i realized he will never love me. I couldn’t live with that. So i created a fantasy world where Wesley loved me. Where i could feel no pain. The only way i could maintain that world was by cutting. And it has ruined me ever since
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Their are many configuration life choices to form from one beginning look to a love that no one could ever expect. The day starts with a look of an eye, to a crush… to just end with the death to form a widow.
I’m not sure I love him, I’m not sure I know what love is, who knows what is right? I fucking don’t and I want happiness, is that too much to ask for? Because it feels like it.
Okay. He’ll admit it. He had a crush on the hottest girl in school. In fact, as he like to describe her, she’s supermegafoxyawesomehot. And what was he going to do about it? Nothing. Cause everyone knows that you never tell a girl that you like them cause it makes you look like an idiot.
i have had a losof cruches. i have one now. its with this boy ehwho lives in my building. he´s a senior and im a freshmen, but we dont go to the same school. tragic, isnt it? he´ll never feel the same way. but its not love, just a crush.
where did you get that
doommy cat …shit I
love this cap… I urge
my feelings cause they
are sure talking to frogg !
one time i had a crush on a girl in my class. she was pretty but not exactly gorgeous. she seemed sad a lot. i don’t know why but that mad me like her.
so i punched her
It was my first. It wouldn’t be my last. I saw him standing across the room. Well, more like leaning against the support beam holding up the low ceiling in the high school cafeteria. He didn’t look at me. Not then, anyway. He was playing it cool. This was what I was telling myself.
I had such an obnoxious crush on you, and you fed that fire. I guess it probably boosted your ego, knowing that I was absolutely doe-eyed over you. Knowing that I’d follow you anywhere like an obedient puppy. I worshiped the ground you walked on, and I thought you at least admired me, just a little.
He couldn’t believe it, but it had to be true. The police man eyed him slowly and said So you’ll be okay? You’ve got a ride somewhere? The man nodded. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.
So he headed out of the station and took out his cellphone. His hand still hurt like hell.
Ive had tons of crushes, on girls, and many of them have gone absolutely nowhere, but the one crush that ended up somewhere was the one i had longest, five years to be exact, and now that she is mine, i couldnt be more in love and more happy. i love you, annie.
boys . kisses. just one miss and your caught.dreams that are so real but arent. i just wish that this pretend was a reality. crushes allow us to hope and obsess, but also alow us a resiliency that protect our fragile hearts.
to crush is to break. to crumble something in your hands to the point of oblivion. thus crushing something entails destruction or perhaps breaking something within such as perhaps crushing someones spirit. an example of this is when in the 1800’s the americans followed a policy of americanism towards the american indians
Someone that makes your heart beat fast, someone who makes you happy and causes butterflies in your tummy. Someone you want with you all the time, that person you look for at all times. Who you love to talk to and want to be with at all times, they make you smile and laugh, that is a crush.
crush soda is what i drink in the summer. its bright orange and fizzy and it makes me feel happy because the color is so exciting. crush is also like an ant in the summer because sometimes the ant gets stuck in the sticky soda and then it gets crushed with someones foot.
orange soda
dave matthews
middle school
love
like
sea turtle from finding nemo
ive gotta crush on you
crushing cans
What does the word “crush” have to do with this anyways? I’m a little bit confused on this since my brain is contradicting from how fast my fingers can type and the logical explanation between pigs flying and what type of dog that can’t swim. Wow, I guess I act weird under pressure of just writing anything. Hello I’m fine how are you?
She crushed me all over, a crush i had.. oh what beautiful a beautiful thing to have. A soft emotion dazzling and creating emotion based solely on a look. One of purity that crushed me into having such a crush. She is a thing of beauty and I can only dream of a crush, because to her a crush is nothing, more than once has she been crushed upon.
Oh, that feeling. You let go of your denial and admit what you’ve been holding back. You have butterflies in your stomach, and just can’t stop thinking about them. You can’t justify this in whatever way you had been any longer. You like them. :) It’s ok though.
Melting inside. Drowning in your feelings. So alone that the world closes in. Silent, quiet night in the city. Laughing until you hurt. Loving looking into someone’s eyes.
I have a crussssshhhhhhh on someone – noone, I think…I like the soft dewy butterfly feeling of a crush but don’t have one now for real as my little girl would say…love crush, the orange kind, not the velvet kind…it will always be fluttery I think. So they say…..oh can you feel the crush – or does it hurt to have a crush..like crushing a house that should be resurrected or a pet or a person…hmm. Isn’t there an old song that starts: “I have a crush on you….”
I have a crush on a man with a mustache so cool so uncool at the same time I wanna ride that mustache baby, oh yea, 50 cents a ride whatever I can swing that all night. As long as he doesn’t have bell bottoms to go with that mustache we’re set. I like a man with a hula hoop but can’t handle bell bottoms.
Nicholas Micheal DeLuca. Maybe it’s a simple crush, maybe it’s love. But he fills my heart with joy, and laughter. There is no place I would rather be then in his arms.
I crush onto the sky, whooohohoho yeah yeah ! sorry I am deathtired and not very serious tonight ….
heartbroken the child cried of love to her. but she just walked away, not showing her pain. but inside she was, too, crying. she did not know how to react, so she sat there, around the corner, and waited for something to happen. Meanwhile he was looking for a place to rest, he found a little puddle near the end of the street. He sat next to it and looked into the sky. There were no stars to be seen because of the moon and the flickering street lamps. Only big bird could hear them crying, and he know exactley what to do.
The lights ficker in the streetlights, a tall man is walking home, carrying his heavy suitcase, wearing all black. The rain has just gone and a newborn snail had walked on the sidewalk until.. CRUSH ..
Oh. That. I had crushes. But they were completely manageable. Ignorable. Subduable. Until him. He’s just… I think he might be able to understand me, and he’s funny and…
my boyfriend, someone i see and is cute, a can, crushed pineapples, ive had so many crushes in my life oh boy, stop crushing on me
It’s such a stupid word. It means (usually) that you’re hopelessly infatuated with someone who probably doesn’t know you exist
How bout forget them and go outside. Learn something, improve yourself
People will have crushes on you, instead of you having crushes on them.
heartbroken the child cried of love to her. but she just walked away, not showing her pain. but inside she was, too, crying. she did not know how to react, so she sat there, around the corner, and waited for something to happen. Meanwhile he was looking for a place to rest, he found a little puddle near the end of the street. He sat next to it…