Hot chocolate is nice. And so is a cup of black coffee. Epresso, it’s so-so. But a nice au lait is my favorite– rich, velvety, sophisticated and still so simple and lovely.
i really like my fender stratocaster. it’s basically an expression of me in sound, in feel, and in look. i really like the fact that suck an original guitar could be so diverse in playing. it looks cool. it’s pink. i really like it. more than my tele….which is broken. which sucks. i would love to have a PGM 301.
I have many favorite things. I would have to say my favorite food is probably crab legs. My favorite tv show is ER. My favorite smell is baby lotion on the baby. My favortie colonge is what ever my husband is wearing except hugo,which I don’t like at all. My son says some of my favorite words in a special way that makes me laugh. My favorite season is fall or spring when the weather is perfect outside, not to hot or too cold. My favorite color is black or purple and my favorite animal is a dog. I think having favortie things in ones life makes things simple sometimes, you always have a goto item when there might not be something you just like.
favorite movies are the best you can watch them over & over again & they never seem to get old. who doesn’t like a good movie? what’s best is your favorite. it’s like watching it for the first time all over again (except you know all the quotes). one of my personal favorites is ocean’s eleven.
if i had a favourite i wouldn’t worry about jealousy in relationships or them not being able to trust me or for me to trust myself. i wish i could remember a favourite moment with my mother or that she said in her suicide letter which i read for the frist time yesterday who was her favourite? I prefer the British /South African spelling which is quite obvious so my roots is the most important thing for me anyway. which is why i talk to my dad, not that he worries about making me his favourite… not too good i don’t know though.
I am not one for lists, I can never decide what makes one movie better than the other. I mean how is Ghostbusters any better than The Devil Wears Prada, their both funny and to list things to say this one’s my favorite. I am far too indecisive for such decisions and don’t get me started on colours but we’re supposed to be adament that blue is somehow better than yellow.
favorite is a state of mind. A conception. It is something which we create in our hearts. Outside of the heart it does not exist. It is not reality but as we make it.
I don’t have favorites. I don’t have colors I like the most, I don’t say I have a certain best friend. I don’t only dig one kind of animal the most nor do I have any specific food that I’d choose.
A week ago or so you told me,
“You’re my favorite person.”
I sort of like the color purple.
My mother’s…my child. My children. Can we all be special? Can we all be favorite? Can we all believe? I did. My children do. And I don’t tell them any differently…even though It is possible to have a favorite…and it changes like the wind. I was still MY mom’s favorite.
one word is all you need to take the pain away. one word to cathc the glimpse of that sunshine you had always waited for. one word that brings back the warmth of life back on your face. SO, what word is it going to be?
My favorite things are many. You could say I don’t have favorites. I like so many different things in life. Music, movies, people, places… to choose a favorite would be unfair.
A favorite? It’s what you want the most…who you want the most. Focusing on it too much can make you lose everything. Feh, I always seem to focus on the negative on here…
he is still myfavorite as are alli and matt. My favorite food is tacos.my favorite color is black and red. My favorite day of the thear is raster saturday. i had a favorite blanket when i was a child. the tree iat the school is my favorite in winter when all the leaves fall off and it looks like a giant skeleton trying to reach the heavens.
Again, is this my favorite site? I’m not sure if I have a top five, as far as favorites. I have sites I frequent. Email. Bank. A couple shopping sites. But do I crave going to these places? They are more functional than desirable, perhaps. They do what they do well, which is perhaps why they are so popular, but maybe not the most fun.
Favourite is a word that can be usd to refer to so many different things. My favourite colour, my favourite shoes, my favourite sister, my favourite holiday location. So, while it seems to be such a simple word, it is extremely complicated.
There isn’t such a thing. Not in this fickle world. There are no favorites, only fads. What we pledge our greatest devotion towards today, becomes yesterday’s laughable fad. There are no constants. No classics. Nothing that anyone can say stands forever. We are forever relativists in an era of convenience and change.
Favourite. an object. something cherished. loved. taken care of. a description of an object. Nostalgia. Changes with time. Older with experiences, favourite things change. From a toy to loved one. Yes.
favorite thing to do is sleep, in my sleep i see my favorite people, favorite places and my favorite fantasies, it can be anything at any time and it is my very favorite.
Everyday, when I left for school in the morning, there were these red sneakers hanging outside of my house on the telephone wire. At the time, I thought that was a queer place to keep your sneakers, but then I figured it was good to keep em high up where no on could steal em, since there was alot of stealing going on around the part of town we lived in. It was so bad, one day, I came home from school to find my favorite sneakers missing. I cried and cried, enough that my tears could fill a swimming pool, mostly since we couldn’t really afford nice shoes like that. Then my momma got so sick of hearing me cry, she bought me a new pair. I knew I needed to hide them somewhere no one else could steal them
I didn’t like playing favorites, but there was one student that caught my eye and I couldn’t help but think he might be the one that would out-do all the others,while the other children laughed at him, I praised him.
My favorite part of life is coming home. the smell, the memories, the everything. i could have the worst day of my life and come back here and everything is right again. Home is comfortable. Home is perfect. Home is life. You move out and you try to make a new home for yourself, a replica of what you once had, but you can’t do it. you cant copy something to old and perfect. its not possible.
people are probably just unhappy because their stressed out. if they start thinking enough and can get their life going in a positive direction, maybe they can start solving all of their problems. and if they can reach that point, maybe they can start changing the world in the same way.
it just follows that life is best when thought of in a positive manner.
Life is best lived as an optimist.
As a kid my favorite candy was the flaky peanut butter candy you could get for a penny. Although, I’ve grown-up and have new favorites, this candy always has a place in my heart.
My favorites.
A logical list of logical choices that I make, deciding what I will devote my interests to.
More fun? More important? More colorful?
My favorite things.
Sometimes the sky darkens and I can hear the sound of silence. Everyone heads indoors for warmth and comfort. Snow starts to fall. That’s my favorite.
Hot chocolate is nice. And so is a cup of black coffee. Epresso, it’s so-so. But a nice au lait is my favorite– rich, velvety, sophisticated and still so simple and lovely.
myfavourite biscuit is rich tea perfect witha cup of tea just the right amount of sweetness
myfavourite biscuit is rich tea perfect witha cup of tea just the right amount of sweetness
sex
is my favorite thing also skiing.
A question – how does a dog choose his favorite person, or a deaf man his favorite song? With what excuses do we choose and forget our favorite gods?
And who would not dread the explanation?
i really like my fender stratocaster. it’s basically an expression of me in sound, in feel, and in look. i really like the fact that suck an original guitar could be so diverse in playing. it looks cool. it’s pink. i really like it. more than my tele….which is broken. which sucks. i would love to have a PGM 301.
my favorite what. teacher nahhh i hate this one teacher. she a total bitch. i have her hope she dies. hoe.
I have many favorite things. I would have to say my favorite food is probably crab legs. My favorite tv show is ER. My favorite smell is baby lotion on the baby. My favortie colonge is what ever my husband is wearing except hugo,which I don’t like at all. My son says some of my favorite words in a special way that makes me laugh. My favorite season is fall or spring when the weather is perfect outside, not to hot or too cold. My favorite color is black or purple and my favorite animal is a dog. I think having favortie things in ones life makes things simple sometimes, you always have a goto item when there might not be something you just like.
favorite movies are the best you can watch them over & over again & they never seem to get old. who doesn’t like a good movie? what’s best is your favorite. it’s like watching it for the first time all over again (except you know all the quotes). one of my personal favorites is ocean’s eleven.
you’re my favourite
my favourite place
post war
hatred
murder
buckfast
murals
beauty
mountains
architecture
integration
belfast
you’re the next big thing
but you’ve always been my favourite
What is a favorite? Someone, something special. Who, what, where is a favorite? Pet, person, time, place special thing? Do you have one?
everyone has ever changing favorites for everything
if i had a favourite i wouldn’t worry about jealousy in relationships or them not being able to trust me or for me to trust myself. i wish i could remember a favourite moment with my mother or that she said in her suicide letter which i read for the frist time yesterday who was her favourite? I prefer the British /South African spelling which is quite obvious so my roots is the most important thing for me anyway. which is why i talk to my dad, not that he worries about making me his favourite… not too good i don’t know though.
I am not one for lists, I can never decide what makes one movie better than the other. I mean how is Ghostbusters any better than The Devil Wears Prada, their both funny and to list things to say this one’s my favorite. I am far too indecisive for such decisions and don’t get me started on colours but we’re supposed to be adament that blue is somehow better than yellow.
My favourite thing is music, it just makes me happy no matter how sad or down i feel
favorite is a state of mind. A conception. It is something which we create in our hearts. Outside of the heart it does not exist. It is not reality but as we make it.
I don’t have favorites. I don’t have colors I like the most, I don’t say I have a certain best friend. I don’t only dig one kind of animal the most nor do I have any specific food that I’d choose.
A week ago or so you told me,
“You’re my favorite person.”
I sort of like the color purple.
My mother’s…my child. My children. Can we all be special? Can we all be favorite? Can we all believe? I did. My children do. And I don’t tell them any differently…even though It is possible to have a favorite…and it changes like the wind. I was still MY mom’s favorite.
I don’t give a shit what this word means go get a dictionary
one word is all you need to take the pain away. one word to cathc the glimpse of that sunshine you had always waited for. one word that brings back the warmth of life back on your face. SO, what word is it going to be?
My favorite things are many. You could say I don’t have favorites. I like so many different things in life. Music, movies, people, places… to choose a favorite would be unfair.
A favorite? It’s what you want the most…who you want the most. Focusing on it too much can make you lose everything. Feh, I always seem to focus on the negative on here…
he is still myfavorite as are alli and matt. My favorite food is tacos.my favorite color is black and red. My favorite day of the thear is raster saturday. i had a favorite blanket when i was a child. the tree iat the school is my favorite in winter when all the leaves fall off and it looks like a giant skeleton trying to reach the heavens.
It wasn
Again, is this my favorite site? I’m not sure if I have a top five, as far as favorites. I have sites I frequent. Email. Bank. A couple shopping sites. But do I crave going to these places? They are more functional than desirable, perhaps. They do what they do well, which is perhaps why they are so popular, but maybe not the most fun.
Favourite is a word that can be usd to refer to so many different things. My favourite colour, my favourite shoes, my favourite sister, my favourite holiday location. So, while it seems to be such a simple word, it is extremely complicated.
I think that my baseball neklace that I hid is my most favorite thing to wear when i am wearing it. everybody has a favorit thing that they have.
There isn’t such a thing. Not in this fickle world. There are no favorites, only fads. What we pledge our greatest devotion towards today, becomes yesterday’s laughable fad. There are no constants. No classics. Nothing that anyone can say stands forever. We are forever relativists in an era of convenience and change.
the best is when even the moon is sick of you, when the streets are wet enough to see that, too.
Favourite. an object. something cherished. loved. taken care of. a description of an object. Nostalgia. Changes with time. Older with experiences, favourite things change. From a toy to loved one. Yes.
favorite thing to do is sleep, in my sleep i see my favorite people, favorite places and my favorite fantasies, it can be anything at any time and it is my very favorite.
Everyday, when I left for school in the morning, there were these red sneakers hanging outside of my house on the telephone wire. At the time, I thought that was a queer place to keep your sneakers, but then I figured it was good to keep em high up where no on could steal em, since there was alot of stealing going on around the part of town we lived in. It was so bad, one day, I came home from school to find my favorite sneakers missing. I cried and cried, enough that my tears could fill a swimming pool, mostly since we couldn’t really afford nice shoes like that. Then my momma got so sick of hearing me cry, she bought me a new pair. I knew I needed to hide them somewhere no one else could steal them
my favorite experience: playing guitar and becoming sound. i am music, and it’s better than sex.
I didn’t like playing favorites, but there was one student that caught my eye and I couldn’t help but think he might be the one that would out-do all the others,while the other children laughed at him, I praised him.
My favorite part of life is coming home. the smell, the memories, the everything. i could have the worst day of my life and come back here and everything is right again. Home is comfortable. Home is perfect. Home is life. You move out and you try to make a new home for yourself, a replica of what you once had, but you can’t do it. you cant copy something to old and perfect. its not possible.
people are probably just unhappy because their stressed out. if they start thinking enough and can get their life going in a positive direction, maybe they can start solving all of their problems. and if they can reach that point, maybe they can start changing the world in the same way.
it just follows that life is best when thought of in a positive manner.
Life is best lived as an optimist.
As a kid my favorite candy was the flaky peanut butter candy you could get for a penny. Although, I’ve grown-up and have new favorites, this candy always has a place in my heart.
My favorite thing is a warm lazy day walking the dog with no destination or direction.