I always want my 1-minute blurbs to be meaningful and poetic and full of substance, but then I look at the timer go, and I am overwhelmed with this crushing sense of defeat in never being able to think of something in the moment…
I don’t believe we’ve met before, but I’ve admired your lips from afar. I want to feel them pressed against mine. You against me. I recognize your presence with that subtle smell of craft glue. The type that I used in grade school. An innocent time where I was still pure, my doe eyes were still in place, and your gender was still icky. Now all I can think of is how much I want you.
aguistin castro has more than a crush and i think im scared i might not even be close to that and idk i think i feel guilty at times becasue i am i n a relationship that i might lie at times.
I was excited as the bell rang. I couldn’t wait to peek through the hole to see who was there. My heart pounded in hopes it was him. I closed one eye and looked through the hole with the other. It was him. A big smile appeared at my mouth but quickly went away just so I could play it cool. I opened the door and gazed into his eyes. The smile defeated me. We exchanged conversation and I was lost in time. Nothing around me existed when he was near me. The short moments we shared in this dingy hallway were the moments I kept close to my heart. They my not be the clearest of memories now, but knowing we had them are enough to keep the smile on my face.
I could feel the crushing weight of the stone slabs on my chest. Well, of course I could. How could I overlook it? The only comfort I had was proclaiming, over and over in my mind, “I am innocent.”
I have a crush on my Boyfriend. The soda, the orange kind is amazing. Crush: I crushed you in that battle. Crush that car, monster truck ralley. Crushes are infinant in adolescence.
i had a crush, he was my bestfriend, i spent everyday with him, he was my world, i loved being with him every minuate of everyday, he was special, i was in love with him, he said he loved me to, i’ll never know what happened.
Long time ago a bottom of a step of stairs a future crush kept from crushing me in a step out of a long forgotten dance he swirled my heart right off the floor. he lives in my heart forever more.
blue crush falling into the darkness of the ground and it drips through the night like lightning fire falls through a cloud of precious indigo ribbons… there is seeping electricity in the cupboard, and restless, meandering questions all the way through your eyes… go away now.
There you go, spitting out words after words, not even taking a second to sharpen your sword. You stab me, crush me, with everything you tell me. Can’t you see the hurt you inflict upon me? Can’t you see the bleeding? Do you even care?
Just give me the stab of glory and end this horrible story.
I think this is how I am feeling. I think I am really getting into this guy. I don’t want to call it a crush–the name itself promises horrid results. So I’ll just say you’ve caught my attention, but we’ll see if your heart keeps it.
orange crush,,,rem…high school and teenager daughters. things that last one week of your life. being married means no more crushes for you but wistful stares from afar are still ok. soft blankets, pillows you sink into at the end of a long day knowing everyone if safe and sound and accounted for…
you crush me on the inside when you look away. youre awkward glances leave my awkward heart to shame. ridden in my own guilt, you crush me. more literally, you are my crush. You are my best friend, and everyday I sigh. Crushing me beneath the pain.
“If they were easy, they’d call them something else.” Her father tells her.
She’s fairly sure he’s stolen it off of some movie, and she’ll investigate later, because there’s no way that her dad can be that eloquent; that straight to the point and wise, but…
But for once, she’s willing to admit defeat to him. Because he… Well, he’s making a lot of sense about what they’re talking about.
that orange blossom lip gloss. carries through the 6 inches between us and steals my heart. With every lock of your hair, locking my eyes to you. My crush.
This sucks this sucks this sucks and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, like you no doubt think I mean it. And it sucks that you always think I mean that and it basically all sucks because when it comes to you I feel like I’ve put myself into a box that I can’t break out of. And you can’t break in because you’re in a box of your own. It’s all glass walls, all of us can see each other but none of us can break through.
In the back end there are the husbandry jobs – dosing dehorning castrating a time to assemble all the necessary preparation for the coming of winter and the downing of the earth’s energies – fit to this the cruch with the straight sides containing the energy built up over the summer restricting cotnrolling and end to the flowers and lushness
This sucks this sucks this sucks and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, like you no doubt think I mean it. And it sucks that you always think I mean that and it basically all sucks because when it comes to you I feel like I’ve put myself into a box that I can’t break out of. And you can’t break in because you’re in a box of your own. It’s all glass walls, all of us can see each other but none of us can break through.
I’m staring again. He looks back at me from afar and our eyes lock. I blush and look down. I didn’t think he would see me portraying my obsession. My friends giggle and playfully shove me, pointing to him gazing at me. I bite my lip and then smile back at him, he waves and I timidly raise my hand, fluttering my fingers in an awkward wave. What a crush can do to a confident girl.
I used to like you. You gave my stomach butterflies. You filled me with happiness and great cheer. You were everything I wanted in someone But then one day, you destroyed it all. Those feelings went away, simply diminished into thin air.
one day i was waking with my crush colin then i gave him a kiss then e started making out then after a few days he we became exclusive and then he proposed and i said yes.
i have a crush on the boy in shoes. that’s really the only reason i work that department. i just finally started having conversations with him and i found out he’s 26 (i’m 19)
well age has never stopped me before?
Removing a lemon from the salad crisper
I have felt the citric sting of a wound I thought had healed
And I can almost taste the pang
Of your memory on my fingers.
hmm i wonder what this game is going to do. drink, orange drink possibly. ashley ashley ashley cruhed. i wonder what wll happen in the future. you deserve to be happy. i wonder why i always have to mess everything up. i thought i changed and i coud be better. this is hard. i’ll move on. you deserve to be happy just wanted you to be with me. fourth of july is gunna kkill cause i know you live with him and you’ll be kissing him
ice all around. snow crunching under my feet. hot coca, warms the soul. Crackling fire, happy hearts lift the spirit of the night. Kiss of a winter’s night that I hold oh so tight.
what can one say about a crush? it consumes you with so much power. everything else becomes non-existent in a world of life. the only thing a crush can bring you is a heartache that dies when they are away or lives when they are close. a crush is not one to live with for ever, but one to live with for the hope, the feeling, the love of a moment.
andres. right he’s my crish right now but crushes just happen and we cannot explain them and we cannot comment them because we are afraid that we will never be fully undestrood
and well
crushes are complicated \
all of them
to like someone, to break something into pieces. a first grade crush. i have a crush on you. a crush can turn into love. love usually ends up crushing you and breaking your heart into pieces.
it was back in 2nd grade when i first saw him, Drew Hollingshead. My first crush (and longest at that). He was a beautiful buck-toothed scrawny kid who captured my heart.
I always want my 1-minute blurbs to be meaningful and poetic and full of substance, but then I look at the timer go, and I am overwhelmed with this crushing sense of defeat in never being able to think of something in the moment…
orange soda pop, tickling my tongue, drunk in two big sips
I imagine a big machine just crumbling over a can of soda crushing it to a paper thin sheet of metal. Cool huh?
I don’t believe we’ve met before, but I’ve admired your lips from afar. I want to feel them pressed against mine. You against me. I recognize your presence with that subtle smell of craft glue. The type that I used in grade school. An innocent time where I was still pure, my doe eyes were still in place, and your gender was still icky. Now all I can think of is how much I want you.
aguistin castro has more than a crush and i think im scared i might not even be close to that and idk i think i feel guilty at times becasue i am i n a relationship that i might lie at times.
I was excited as the bell rang. I couldn’t wait to peek through the hole to see who was there. My heart pounded in hopes it was him. I closed one eye and looked through the hole with the other. It was him. A big smile appeared at my mouth but quickly went away just so I could play it cool. I opened the door and gazed into his eyes. The smile defeated me. We exchanged conversation and I was lost in time. Nothing around me existed when he was near me. The short moments we shared in this dingy hallway were the moments I kept close to my heart. They my not be the clearest of memories now, but knowing we had them are enough to keep the smile on my face.
I could feel the crushing weight of the stone slabs on my chest. Well, of course I could. How could I overlook it? The only comfort I had was proclaiming, over and over in my mind, “I am innocent.”
I have a crush on my Boyfriend. The soda, the orange kind is amazing. Crush: I crushed you in that battle. Crush that car, monster truck ralley. Crushes are infinant in adolescence.
i had a crush, he was my bestfriend, i spent everyday with him, he was my world, i loved being with him every minuate of everyday, he was special, i was in love with him, he said he loved me to, i’ll never know what happened.
Long time ago a bottom of a step of stairs a future crush kept from crushing me in a step out of a long forgotten dance he swirled my heart right off the floor. he lives in my heart forever more.
a crush is a lust for the lush. to quench life’s thirsts is the rush. we long to be crushed, thus, we crush.
what you call that feeling you get for that one cute boy in your class back when you were in 6th grade.
blue crush falling into the darkness of the ground and it drips through the night like lightning fire falls through a cloud of precious indigo ribbons… there is seeping electricity in the cupboard, and restless, meandering questions all the way through your eyes… go away now.
There you go, spitting out words after words, not even taking a second to sharpen your sword. You stab me, crush me, with everything you tell me. Can’t you see the hurt you inflict upon me? Can’t you see the bleeding? Do you even care?
Just give me the stab of glory and end this horrible story.
I think this is how I am feeling. I think I am really getting into this guy. I don’t want to call it a crush–the name itself promises horrid results. So I’ll just say you’ve caught my attention, but we’ll see if your heart keeps it.
begin again
the shins splint in
with kin to brim
coffee with skim
a slim type jim
no whims
orange crush,,,rem…high school and teenager daughters. things that last one week of your life. being married means no more crushes for you but wistful stares from afar are still ok. soft blankets, pillows you sink into at the end of a long day knowing everyone if safe and sound and accounted for…
if i were to crush i would break
but that is not my intention
if i were to rush i would speed
to my goal but then i’d be …
you crush me on the inside when you look away. youre awkward glances leave my awkward heart to shame. ridden in my own guilt, you crush me. more literally, you are my crush. You are my best friend, and everyday I sigh. Crushing me beneath the pain.
“If they were easy, they’d call them something else.” Her father tells her.
She’s fairly sure he’s stolen it off of some movie, and she’ll investigate later, because there’s no way that her dad can be that eloquent; that straight to the point and wise, but…
But for once, she’s willing to admit defeat to him. Because he… Well, he’s making a lot of sense about what they’re talking about.
About her crush.
that orange blossom lip gloss. carries through the 6 inches between us and steals my heart. With every lock of your hair, locking my eyes to you. My crush.
This sucks this sucks this sucks and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, like you no doubt think I mean it. And it sucks that you always think I mean that and it basically all sucks because when it comes to you I feel like I’ve put myself into a box that I can’t break out of. And you can’t break in because you’re in a box of your own. It’s all glass walls, all of us can see each other but none of us can break through.
In the back end there are the husbandry jobs – dosing dehorning castrating a time to assemble all the necessary preparation for the coming of winter and the downing of the earth’s energies – fit to this the cruch with the straight sides containing the energy built up over the summer restricting cotnrolling and end to the flowers and lushness
This sucks this sucks this sucks and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, like you no doubt think I mean it. And it sucks that you always think I mean that and it basically all sucks because when it comes to you I feel like I’ve put myself into a box that I can’t break out of. And you can’t break in because you’re in a box of your own. It’s all glass walls, all of us can see each other but none of us can break through.
I’m staring again. He looks back at me from afar and our eyes lock. I blush and look down. I didn’t think he would see me portraying my obsession. My friends giggle and playfully shove me, pointing to him gazing at me. I bite my lip and then smile back at him, he waves and I timidly raise my hand, fluttering my fingers in an awkward wave. What a crush can do to a confident girl.
I used to like you. You gave my stomach butterflies. You filled me with happiness and great cheer. You were everything I wanted in someone But then one day, you destroyed it all. Those feelings went away, simply diminished into thin air.
one day i was waking with my crush colin then i gave him a kiss then e started making out then after a few days he we became exclusive and then he proposed and i said yes.
the sound was different than most anything else
and not even remotely close to being “me”
but it described myself absolutely perfectly.
don’t tell anyone.
i have a crush on the boy in shoes. that’s really the only reason i work that department. i just finally started having conversations with him and i found out he’s 26 (i’m 19)
well age has never stopped me before?
Removing a lemon from the salad crisper
I have felt the citric sting of a wound I thought had healed
And I can almost taste the pang
Of your memory on my fingers.
hmm i wonder what this game is going to do. drink, orange drink possibly. ashley ashley ashley cruhed. i wonder what wll happen in the future. you deserve to be happy. i wonder why i always have to mess everything up. i thought i changed and i coud be better. this is hard. i’ll move on. you deserve to be happy just wanted you to be with me. fourth of july is gunna kkill cause i know you live with him and you’ll be kissing him
ice all around. snow crunching under my feet. hot coca, warms the soul. Crackling fire, happy hearts lift the spirit of the night. Kiss of a winter’s night that I hold oh so tight.
what can one say about a crush? it consumes you with so much power. everything else becomes non-existent in a world of life. the only thing a crush can bring you is a heartache that dies when they are away or lives when they are close. a crush is not one to live with for ever, but one to live with for the hope, the feeling, the love of a moment.
andres. right he’s my crish right now but crushes just happen and we cannot explain them and we cannot comment them because we are afraid that we will never be fully undestrood
and well
crushes are complicated \
all of them
heart soda can red orange yellowa heaRT LOVE SUCKS LITTLE KID LOVE HARD TO RESIST cute boy girl two pictures drawings crayons
to like someone, to break something into pieces. a first grade crush. i have a crush on you. a crush can turn into love. love usually ends up crushing you and breaking your heart into pieces.
obsession, temporary fascination, teenage, lust, physical, metamorphosis, psychological, hormones, misleading, handsome, bea
i’m crushed. i’ve got a crush on you. crunch crush. can crusher.
love in an early stage. Definitely leads into something greater. Words cannot
it was back in 2nd grade when i first saw him, Drew Hollingshead. My first crush (and longest at that). He was a beautiful buck-toothed scrawny kid who captured my heart.