everyone has favorite things. mine are better. because they are mine, of course. and that is a favorite thing. my things are better. jeez, I’m selfish. weird thing come out when you are writing fast!!!!! but then again, i am deviating from my favorite subject, me.
what is this cultural imperialism bullshit i’ll spell the goddamn word any goddamn way i goddamn please with as many goddamn vowels as i feel it needs. favourite. goddamit
My favorite part of the years have to be the beginning and the end. Even though it’s pretty pointless to just look forward to ending the same shit you started just one year ago. It’s all gravy though, because it’s my favorite.
I don’t know what my favorite thing is at the moment, but I know then when I find it it will make me feel a lot better than I feel right now. I want to find someone who pictures me as their “favorite” and them the same for me. For now, I think that’s enough for me to attain.
favorite?
it’s “favourite” – i’m guessing you
people are from america. or someplace where your hearts are missing a vital piece that keeps you isolated from the rest of the world.
it’s not “color” – it’s colour.
it’s not “favorite” – it’s favourite.
everywhere is books and wall to wall shelves. this is my favourite room, my place to think and write my fanciful tales. the dog lies at my feet and brings me comfort but occasionally she barks and shatters the illusion of peace. this makes me swear.
Unfortunetly, my favorite day of the week is Monday. I honestly think that mondays hold such pristine power in them. It’s the day things start anew, yet at the same time it’s the constant reminder that nothing really ever ended.
favorite. fucking favorite. no. see I don’t have a favorite anything. well I do. But it’s a secret. Don’t you see? Of course you must. Why do you have to expect everything out of me? I really don’t get it. My favorite flavor of ice cream is cookie dough, but I prefer gelato. And yeh I’ve decided. He’s my favorite. You. Are. Not.
I hate favorites. I have them, you have them, everybody has them. But they are so unfair, especially in school. Why do some people “deserve” to be treated more fairly than everyone else? It doesn’t make sense. But hey, that’s life.
favorite is taking a photograph of an abyss, showering it with candy and paper blossoms, framing it with gold tinfoil and the fabric of the Argonaut, betting your lot on everything it has to offer you, then waking up the next day betrayed, but still infatuated,by the kiss of iscariot
favorite is the moment of liking, involuntarily liking, a passion for something so remote yet so familiar, its almost like caustic forbidden love, you don’t know why it attracts but it does, you know it, you see your face in it, it winks at you in nightmares and palms your face in the desert, but when all is said and done you have no idea why you favor it, what the bias is or the reason but you love it
when i think about favorite i think about.. my favorite cat
her name was tiggly
we called her that because my niece couldn’t say kitty.. she said tiggly
Man I loved that cat, she was so great she would sit at my feet and chill out for hours.
When I would fall asleep she’d end up on my head purring the whole time.
its not my favorite way to be.
in silent, alone, bits of my mind
these conrners of what we used to say
are folding in
and ripping
slowly
the text fading away
the words i wanted to keep
forever
my favorite color is orange
my favorite food is pizza with buffalo sauce
favorite sailor is popeye
my favorite power ranger is green
my favorite flower is a rose
my favorite book is outsiders
A mark of something in which it takes precedent over another thing. To show that all things can never truly be equal, it’s also what show’s us as humans, we’re not automatons that have no preferences, people are people and the idea of favorites helps assert the idea that we may be more then predestinational beings.
Favorite, it’s on all the sheets you fill out in first grade. You know the ones where they supposedly “get to know you” by finding out your favorite color, animal, and season. I myself never had favorites, I liked this, but this was good too, and this was way better than both of those, but this is pretty much on the same level, oh, that one sucks. All my answers were indecisive. In first grade, birthdays were a big deal, all the kids made you a card and everyone HAD TO KNOW what your favorite color was, so they could use that color construction paper. I always ended up saying rainbow and had a bunch of crappy cards with rainbows on them, I should have just chosen one.
thats not cool. it is NOT my favourite thing that i got the same word that my boyfriend just got. but so be it. favourite. i like many colours, therefore i have many favourites (of colours). note: i am not a retard.
also, i like books. and literature. those are probably one of my favourite “hobbies” in this wooorrrlld.. and dave. he’s pretty sweet. he’s my favourite male specimen. (aka my boyfriend).
dave is bored. that is not his favourite thing to be.
My favouite thing in the world is…I dunno! I like mises and ang (my girlfirend) and austrian economics which I guess is what i meant by mises…..ummmmm…im going to china soon….and europe….
he was the most favorite firend she had made and he made her the most miserable. When he bought her something she smiled. when he was away from her she creid. what makes one person so deeply devoted to another without some sort of equal return? She wished her favorite friend was not also the love of her life.
favorite. as in the color or food. as in second grade most frequent and important questions. you base your character on these: my favorites are… music, food, color, people, etc. my favorite color is purple, but is it? i don’t have a favorite anything, really. it’s not really my thing. it’s too definite. too much commitment. if i were to tell you about myself, i think i would leave out the favorites.
She was my favorite doll. And here she was, her arm hanging limply at her side. Not that she could ever move it without my help anyways. But I stared in disbelief – her arm seemed like it could never be repaired. But when Mother saw her, she smiled and took the doll, and told me everything was going to be ok.
I wish I could remember how it happened. I’m told you said you’d never die. It was my favorite thing about you, that you would say such a thing. It was my least favorite when you died.
favorite? is that the word? this is not my favorite album of all time. transatlanticism. the title sounds nice. that’s probably why they called it that. but no, not my favorite album of all time. that might be richard d. james album by aphex twin. or lifed by bright eyes. dark side of the moon is pretty great too. hm. i haven’t listened to pink floyd in quite a while, though.
my favorite girl is sitting next to me shes so cool and cute. She is great, we like to eat our favorite foods and watch our favorite tv shows. we share our favorite things. She is my favorite thing to write about today. This isnt really enough time but oh well!
I have a Smashing Pumpkins T-Shirt that was my favorite t-shirt for four years. It seems so simple, to have a favorite t-shirt. But with a “favorite” anything there comes a certain amount of responsibility. I always felt a duty to wear the shirt atleast once a week. I didn’t fall out with the shirt because I liked it less, it was more of a comfort issue. The cotton of the SP t-shirt was thick and closely knit as not to let the shirt breathe in the 90+ degree weather. My replacement favorite t-shirt was a thin blue cotton shirt that I bought at Goodwill for a $1. This is a major feat considering the $20 that the black sweat trap I had previously beheld as the most amazing piece of clothing I owned. Blue and I were almost inseparable; comfortable day and night. I thought about this replacement of favorite items of clothing many years later and I always felt a need to satisfy both articles of clothing with the equal amount of attention. I managed to complete the task which can be seen the the wear and tear of the shirts. Stretched neck lines, chipped, holed, and faded favorites may not be forever yet they leave landmarks in your memory of time periods you would otherwise forget.
you are my favorite regret. a cliche burning like a coal smothering the fire. you smother my passion and make me trip over my words. i’m uncomposed; a melody that stands alone and falls apart. i’m self-destructive. stand back and maybe we’ll finally get to the good part.
It was a long time ago, before people actually started caring about what they looked like every five seconds. Not just in front of other people mind you, but up close, a millimeter away…everything had to look perfect. His name was Reggie, and he didn’t care what I looked like from any amount of distance. He was my favorite.
my favorite memory is me and my sister trying to smother each other with pillows, but we were supposed to be sleeping. We would run back to our beds if we heard someone coming, and stifle our laughter until they left. It probably wasn’t very sneaky, but it felt like it at the time.
favorite food, things, places, hair color, brand. these things define us, who we are, where we came from, where we’re going. picking a favorite is not only defining yourself as a person, but also pre-determined decisions made by genetics.
everyone has favorite things. mine are better. because they are mine, of course. and that is a favorite thing. my things are better. jeez, I’m selfish. weird thing come out when you are writing fast!!!!! but then again, i am deviating from my favorite subject, me.
what is this cultural imperialism bullshit i’ll spell the goddamn word any goddamn way i goddamn please with as many goddamn vowels as i feel it needs. favourite. goddamit
you were always my favourite, whatever good that did for you. but here we are and there you go and i would have said something sooner but
My favorite part of the years have to be the beginning and the end. Even though it’s pretty pointless to just look forward to ending the same shit you started just one year ago. It’s all gravy though, because it’s my favorite.
There are no good excuses for playing favorites. But we all have our favorite excuses for playing good.
I don’t know what my favorite thing is at the moment, but I know then when I find it it will make me feel a lot better than I feel right now. I want to find someone who pictures me as their “favorite” and them the same for me. For now, I think that’s enough for me to attain.
favorite?
it’s “favourite” – i’m guessing you
people are from america. or someplace where your hearts are missing a vital piece that keeps you isolated from the rest of the world.
it’s not “color” – it’s colour.
it’s not “favorite” – it’s favourite.
it’s not you – it’s me.
everywhere is books and wall to wall shelves. this is my favourite room, my place to think and write my fanciful tales. the dog lies at my feet and brings me comfort but occasionally she barks and shatters the illusion of peace. this makes me swear.
Unfortunetly, my favorite day of the week is Monday. I honestly think that mondays hold such pristine power in them. It’s the day things start anew, yet at the same time it’s the constant reminder that nothing really ever ended.
favorite. fucking favorite. no. see I don’t have a favorite anything. well I do. But it’s a secret. Don’t you see? Of course you must. Why do you have to expect everything out of me? I really don’t get it. My favorite flavor of ice cream is cookie dough, but I prefer gelato. And yeh I’ve decided. He’s my favorite. You. Are. Not.
“Hello my favorite!”
“My favorite!”
“Yes, yes! I love my favorite!”
” . . . why are you my favorite?”
I hate favorites. I have them, you have them, everybody has them. But they are so unfair, especially in school. Why do some people “deserve” to be treated more fairly than everyone else? It doesn’t make sense. But hey, that’s life.
Things are my faborite things…I like the word itself. Elise is my favorite girl and Jax is my favorite boy. Vanilla is my favorite icecream.
favorite is taking a photograph of an abyss, showering it with candy and paper blossoms, framing it with gold tinfoil and the fabric of the Argonaut, betting your lot on everything it has to offer you, then waking up the next day betrayed, but still infatuated,by the kiss of iscariot
favorite is the moment of liking, involuntarily liking, a passion for something so remote yet so familiar, its almost like caustic forbidden love, you don’t know why it attracts but it does, you know it, you see your face in it, it winks at you in nightmares and palms your face in the desert, but when all is said and done you have no idea why you favor it, what the bias is or the reason but you love it
when i think about favorite i think about.. my favorite cat
her name was tiggly
we called her that because my niece couldn’t say kitty.. she said tiggly
Man I loved that cat, she was so great she would sit at my feet and chill out for hours.
When I would fall asleep she’d end up on my head purring the whole time.
that was tiggly my favorite cat
its not my favorite way to be.
in silent, alone, bits of my mind
these conrners of what we used to say
are folding in
and ripping
slowly
the text fading away
the words i wanted to keep
forever
my favorite color is orange
my favorite food is pizza with buffalo sauce
favorite sailor is popeye
my favorite power ranger is green
my favorite flower is a rose
my favorite book is outsiders
A mark of something in which it takes precedent over another thing. To show that all things can never truly be equal, it’s also what show’s us as humans, we’re not automatons that have no preferences, people are people and the idea of favorites helps assert the idea that we may be more then predestinational beings.
And you think they don’t? Think again.
He’s the favorite — and you /aren’t/. Two pieces to the fractured whole — but only one is wanted, desired, seen as something worthwhile.
You’re discarded in the light of his wretched, wretched glory.
Favorite, it’s on all the sheets you fill out in first grade. You know the ones where they supposedly “get to know you” by finding out your favorite color, animal, and season. I myself never had favorites, I liked this, but this was good too, and this was way better than both of those, but this is pretty much on the same level, oh, that one sucks. All my answers were indecisive. In first grade, birthdays were a big deal, all the kids made you a card and everyone HAD TO KNOW what your favorite color was, so they could use that color construction paper. I always ended up saying rainbow and had a bunch of crappy cards with rainbows on them, I should have just chosen one.
favorite
thats not cool. it is NOT my favourite thing that i got the same word that my boyfriend just got. but so be it. favourite. i like many colours, therefore i have many favourites (of colours). note: i am not a retard.
also, i like books. and literature. those are probably one of my favourite “hobbies” in this wooorrrlld.. and dave. he’s pretty sweet. he’s my favourite male specimen. (aka my boyfriend).
dave is bored. that is not his favourite thing to be.
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My favouite thing in the world is…I dunno! I like mises and ang (my girlfirend) and austrian economics which I guess is what i meant by mises…..ummmmm…im going to china soon….and europe….
pet color red early then blue memory christmas friend ice cream sports team car girlfriend
he was the most favorite firend she had made and he made her the most miserable. When he bought her something she smiled. when he was away from her she creid. what makes one person so deeply devoted to another without some sort of equal return? She wished her favorite friend was not also the love of her life.
I know I never will be
But it means enough
Just to be here with you
And knowing that you
Still might care for me
Makes so much difference
favorite. as in the color or food. as in second grade most frequent and important questions. you base your character on these: my favorites are… music, food, color, people, etc. my favorite color is purple, but is it? i don’t have a favorite anything, really. it’s not really my thing. it’s too definite. too much commitment. if i were to tell you about myself, i think i would leave out the favorites.
romeo, chicago, books, everything is illuminated, music, apples, dark chocolate covered bananas, sheridan road, lake michigan, high school, rings, dancing, whiskey, nikon, everything
She was my favorite doll. And here she was, her arm hanging limply at her side. Not that she could ever move it without my help anyways. But I stared in disbelief – her arm seemed like it could never be repaired. But when Mother saw her, she smiled and took the doll, and told me everything was going to be ok.
I wish I could remember how it happened. I’m told you said you’d never die. It was my favorite thing about you, that you would say such a thing. It was my least favorite when you died.
you know i used to have favorites.
the best colors, the best weather,
the best people.
and you know know i used to choose you above them all.
that was long ago.
favorite? is that the word? this is not my favorite album of all time. transatlanticism. the title sounds nice. that’s probably why they called it that. but no, not my favorite album of all time. that might be richard d. james album by aphex twin. or lifed by bright eyes. dark side of the moon is pretty great too. hm. i haven’t listened to pink floyd in quite a while, though.
my favorite girl is sitting next to me shes so cool and cute. She is great, we like to eat our favorite foods and watch our favorite tv shows. we share our favorite things. She is my favorite thing to write about today. This isnt really enough time but oh well!
I don’t really have a favorite color. My color preferences depend on my mood. Sometimes I like black. Sometimes its pink. Its never brown.
I have a Smashing Pumpkins T-Shirt that was my favorite t-shirt for four years. It seems so simple, to have a favorite t-shirt. But with a “favorite” anything there comes a certain amount of responsibility. I always felt a duty to wear the shirt atleast once a week. I didn’t fall out with the shirt because I liked it less, it was more of a comfort issue. The cotton of the SP t-shirt was thick and closely knit as not to let the shirt breathe in the 90+ degree weather. My replacement favorite t-shirt was a thin blue cotton shirt that I bought at Goodwill for a $1. This is a major feat considering the $20 that the black sweat trap I had previously beheld as the most amazing piece of clothing I owned. Blue and I were almost inseparable; comfortable day and night. I thought about this replacement of favorite items of clothing many years later and I always felt a need to satisfy both articles of clothing with the equal amount of attention. I managed to complete the task which can be seen the the wear and tear of the shirts. Stretched neck lines, chipped, holed, and faded favorites may not be forever yet they leave landmarks in your memory of time periods you would otherwise forget.
you are my favorite regret. a cliche burning like a coal smothering the fire. you smother my passion and make me trip over my words. i’m uncomposed; a melody that stands alone and falls apart. i’m self-destructive. stand back and maybe we’ll finally get to the good part.
It was a long time ago, before people actually started caring about what they looked like every five seconds. Not just in front of other people mind you, but up close, a millimeter away…everything had to look perfect. His name was Reggie, and he didn’t care what I looked like from any amount of distance. He was my favorite.
my favorite memory is me and my sister trying to smother each other with pillows, but we were supposed to be sleeping. We would run back to our beds if we heard someone coming, and stifle our laughter until they left. It probably wasn’t very sneaky, but it felt like it at the time.
favorite food, things, places, hair color, brand. these things define us, who we are, where we came from, where we’re going. picking a favorite is not only defining yourself as a person, but also pre-determined decisions made by genetics.