It was intense. I ran through the neighborhood without stopping, not knowing that I had already run 0.7 miles. Keep in mind that I am not athletic whatsoever. When the song came on, it reminded me of us and how messed up we are and I just sprinted. I sprinted all the way home.
how am I drawing a blank on such an easy word? this is full of vague implications and I can’t pull any. all I can think of dean/cas which is very intense but not helping me at all.
There’s a feeling of urgency. I’m about to shoot, kill him. But there might be a reason to stop. Maybe I can, maybe I can’t. Don’t tell him that I am reconsidering. He might sense weakness. And that’s not me at all. I’m here to do some business. Some serious business. Can’t you tell? My eyes are cloudy with it.
The pain was so intense I couldn’t stand it. Lying there, on the feild with my helmet off rolling away I thought about what had just happened. I tried to sense how bad theinjury was without moving, if I could walk. As people surrounded me I slowly slipped away and all reality blurred together like the sea and the sky.
The way you feel when you’re falling in love; that sweeping, rushing, panicking moment. The helpless, hopeless, never-ending way you just tumble, stumble. Not harmless; bouncing off every rock, bouncing the whole way down – jagged, jagged edges.
The feeling of dread washed over me, I knew this day was coming. I had prepared for it for 9 months now but this was worse than I thought of course I loved him and I knew that it was worth it but the pain, no body told me it would be this bad. I breath, it hurts. I blink, it hurts. THis is the moment. They keep screaming at me, I don’t know any more. Never ever again. Sweat falls from my face, I feel numb from the pain. My heart is racing and then I fell the relief. I hear her, or is it a him? I look at my lover, he smiles. And the doctor puts this beautiful little person to my breast. All I could say was, welcome.
Your eyes. My eyes. Our moment. It’s all so quick and painless I wonder if it actually happened. I never felt more alive than in your gaze. What a joke. “Forever and always” was always too trite. What’s most intense is the rapidity with which you moved on to her.
i hate intensity, like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you just keep going and going all around and those moments when gravity doesn’t seem to exist, then your hair flies in your face, you can move your body, that’s intense. hate’s intense too, when you hate intensity.
I remember the first time I drank too much. It also happened to be the first time I ever drank. I drank so much at too fast a pace that my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my body. I held my hand to my chest for over an hour, even as I was still drunkenly silly, hoping I wouldn’t die. That was intense.
Intensity comes in many forms in life. Intensity of stress, burden, knowledge, learning, love, being, joy, happiness, compassion, faith. I hope my life is intense.
your eyes are intense on my skin. burning and making me wonder. is my gaze intense on you? your eyes aren’t so intense anymore. where did it go? you left it with your love for me. now i’m just waiting. for intensity.
“Calm down, calm down,” Dave whispered to himself.
“Did you say something?”
“Yes. I am agonizing over the decision Kim made with the other guy she’s seeing. She told me that her lover’s emotions are running high and extremely intense. She seeks to kill you.”
It was pretty intense. I mean how could she go after Laura’s man when Laura so clearly claimed him by taking him to the spring dance? Jenny really needs to get a grip! This is too much for me I need a nap. UGH High school is so intense
It took forever to load this page. I guess my computer was engaged in an intense battle with all the other internet surfing machines to win access to the word we write about today.
Intensity is a feeling i’ve never had. I don’t feel much intensity or passion in my life, and that disappoints me. I feel like it will come as I get older, but I’m not so sure, and that scares me. Do I just not see it? Am I overlooking things?
How long would it take? The intensity was building. She was excited. She knew that when she saw her friends again, it would be one of the best moments of her life. She had hated leaving them the year before. Now, camp was in less than a week and a half. Who wouldn’t be excited to see people they loved and missed. And HE was going to be there. Her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in forever. Who she secretly loved.
The sun was setting with bright orange brilliance. Nothing could compare to that sight. It was the intense feeling that washes over you when you know that everything at that moment feels just right. A fleeting hit of intensity. What we live for.
That was intense. She came up to me and started yelling. She said she hated me, and this all started over bread. She cussed me out and now we aren’t friends. It’s stupid. Why did she hang out with me if she hated me so much. I don’t understand the way these girls’ brains work. They’re stupid. Why do they do these things and talk crap about their “friends?”
this feeling like something i’ve never had before, every feeling is more than i thought possible. it’s not just love that’s intensified, but hurt and pain and jealousy and happiness too. it’s all i have right now.
The feeling of his skin against mine–intense isn’t the word. It’s like the heat of a thousand suns, the bliss of a cup of ice cream on a burning day, the sea lapping against my feet. All the smiles in the world could never compare to the ones that bloom across my face when I hear his name. That intensity is one I wish I could bottle and sell; I’d be a millionaire off from this super-concentrated happiness.
Intense. My friends call me an intense person… intensity is a thing I love… maybe I’ve made my own and personal deffinition… but is taking everything to the limmit.. that way you live every second the best you can, you feel de most you can, you smile, laguh, cry and LOVE the most you can.
He gazed at her with an intensity that made her turn around. She searched for the hidden gaze but could not see the man hiding so well within the shadows. Her pace quickened as the feeling of someone watching worsened but the man simply followed from one rooftop to another. He would have her blood tonight.
They way your eyes look deep into mine. As if you can see past all my white lies and deep into me where the truth lies. I don’t know if it’s love but what i am feeling is intense…
He had such an intense stare she thought she would melt right in front of him. What was it that he was hiding behind those eyes or did she really want to know?
like camping. or the circus. jk that’s just me being a smart ass. intense. so few things are intense for me anymore, i feel like. i’m just so desensitized to life, and i don’t like it, but at the same time, it makes me feel more comfortable with more things. the word intense automatically makes me think of my friend jason, because he always always always added “like camping” to it
the pounding in my head increased with each strum to my guitar. the heat of the stage lights beat down upon my face and I strained my voice to reach every last note in the song. this was it.
This is a word that is inherently definitive and rather hard to write about off the cuff. I feel that nothing I write, inspired by this word, will be intense enough to live up to its own specific inspiration. Suffice it to say, then, that I value the reality of this concept in most situations. Intensity, passion, moments that contain an energy so great they shock your conscious from the flow of life and draw you to a vibrating standstill in the very experience.
i love you because for what you are. nothing mattters! I am trully, deeply, maddly in love with you. this intense letter represents my feelings, you are the most amazing person ever. You are my all. I love you just the way you are, you were made for me.
i sometimes feel intense intense about things that i dont really know about or understand intense is a feeling you cant shake and takes over you intense is intense intense is when you cant stop thinking about that thing or person and there is no space for any other feelings. i hope i feel intense love and that same person feels it back for me
The scene was intense. He likes her, but she likes him and he likes this other girl who isn’t even around any more. And just when the awkward ‘I love you’s were out a sudden crash from the living room is heard. I jumped and screamed.
“Geez, calm down, it’s just a movie” my boyfriend says.
“I know… It’s just that it’s scary anyway.” I blush and look at my hands.
Intense was made for love. To walk in beauty. To cry in the night. Adjective of the word that has cursed many men and infected many women. Form mother to child or h
It was intense. I ran through the neighborhood without stopping, not knowing that I had already run 0.7 miles. Keep in mind that I am not athletic whatsoever. When the song came on, it reminded me of us and how messed up we are and I just sprinted. I sprinted all the way home.
how am I drawing a blank on such an easy word? this is full of vague implications and I can’t pull any. all I can think of dean/cas which is very intense but not helping me at all.
There’s a feeling of urgency. I’m about to shoot, kill him. But there might be a reason to stop. Maybe I can, maybe I can’t. Don’t tell him that I am reconsidering. He might sense weakness. And that’s not me at all. I’m here to do some business. Some serious business. Can’t you tell? My eyes are cloudy with it.
The pain was so intense I couldn’t stand it. Lying there, on the feild with my helmet off rolling away I thought about what had just happened. I tried to sense how bad theinjury was without moving, if I could walk. As people surrounded me I slowly slipped away and all reality blurred together like the sea and the sky.
The way you feel when you’re falling in love; that sweeping, rushing, panicking moment. The helpless, hopeless, never-ending way you just tumble, stumble. Not harmless; bouncing off every rock, bouncing the whole way down – jagged, jagged edges.
The feeling of dread washed over me, I knew this day was coming. I had prepared for it for 9 months now but this was worse than I thought of course I loved him and I knew that it was worth it but the pain, no body told me it would be this bad. I breath, it hurts. I blink, it hurts. THis is the moment. They keep screaming at me, I don’t know any more. Never ever again. Sweat falls from my face, I feel numb from the pain. My heart is racing and then I fell the relief. I hear her, or is it a him? I look at my lover, he smiles. And the doctor puts this beautiful little person to my breast. All I could say was, welcome.
Your eyes. My eyes. Our moment. It’s all so quick and painless I wonder if it actually happened. I never felt more alive than in your gaze. What a joke. “Forever and always” was always too trite. What’s most intense is the rapidity with which you moved on to her.
i hate intensity, like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you just keep going and going all around and those moments when gravity doesn’t seem to exist, then your hair flies in your face, you can move your body, that’s intense. hate’s intense too, when you hate intensity.
I remember the first time I drank too much. It also happened to be the first time I ever drank. I drank so much at too fast a pace that my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my body. I held my hand to my chest for over an hour, even as I was still drunkenly silly, hoping I wouldn’t die. That was intense.
Intensity comes in many forms in life. Intensity of stress, burden, knowledge, learning, love, being, joy, happiness, compassion, faith. I hope my life is intense.
your eyes are intense on my skin. burning and making me wonder. is my gaze intense on you? your eyes aren’t so intense anymore. where did it go? you left it with your love for me. now i’m just waiting. for intensity.
“Calm down, calm down,” Dave whispered to himself.
“Did you say something?”
“Yes. I am agonizing over the decision Kim made with the other guy she’s seeing. She told me that her lover’s emotions are running high and extremely intense. She seeks to kill you.”
“Oh boy.”
Some people are this way and it is really nerve racking because they are a little unpredictable… Loosen up! Nothing is worth being intense over.
It was pretty intense. I mean how could she go after Laura’s man when Laura so clearly claimed him by taking him to the spring dance? Jenny really needs to get a grip! This is too much for me I need a nap. UGH High school is so intense
The diary entry of today’s High school girl
Ridiculous.
sex
Her eyes were a vivid blue, like I’d never seen before. Until I realised she was wearing contact lenses. The windows to her soul have been gilded.
Who was more intense than her sister after a night of drinking unless it was after a weekend of sobriety.
sun heat burns meat
incense
when i explain my mind to others
It took forever to load this page. I guess my computer was engaged in an intense battle with all the other internet surfing machines to win access to the word we write about today.
Intensity is a feeling i’ve never had. I don’t feel much intensity or passion in my life, and that disappoints me. I feel like it will come as I get older, but I’m not so sure, and that scares me. Do I just not see it? Am I overlooking things?
How long would it take? The intensity was building. She was excited. She knew that when she saw her friends again, it would be one of the best moments of her life. She had hated leaving them the year before. Now, camp was in less than a week and a half. Who wouldn’t be excited to see people they loved and missed. And HE was going to be there. Her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in forever. Who she secretly loved.
The sun was setting with bright orange brilliance. Nothing could compare to that sight. It was the intense feeling that washes over you when you know that everything at that moment feels just right. A fleeting hit of intensity. What we live for.
That was intense. She came up to me and started yelling. She said she hated me, and this all started over bread. She cussed me out and now we aren’t friends. It’s stupid. Why did she hang out with me if she hated me so much. I don’t understand the way these girls’ brains work. They’re stupid. Why do they do these things and talk crap about their “friends?”
this feeling like something i’ve never had before, every feeling is more than i thought possible. it’s not just love that’s intensified, but hurt and pain and jealousy and happiness too. it’s all i have right now.
The feeling of his skin against mine–intense isn’t the word. It’s like the heat of a thousand suns, the bliss of a cup of ice cream on a burning day, the sea lapping against my feet. All the smiles in the world could never compare to the ones that bloom across my face when I hear his name. That intensity is one I wish I could bottle and sell; I’d be a millionaire off from this super-concentrated happiness.
Intense. My friends call me an intense person… intensity is a thing I love… maybe I’ve made my own and personal deffinition… but is taking everything to the limmit.. that way you live every second the best you can, you feel de most you can, you smile, laguh, cry and LOVE the most you can.
He gazed at her with an intensity that made her turn around. She searched for the hidden gaze but could not see the man hiding so well within the shadows. Her pace quickened as the feeling of someone watching worsened but the man simply followed from one rooftop to another. He would have her blood tonight.
the passion, the breathing, the kiss, full of intensity, never wanting to let go.
the winds blow
the trees sway
the oceans move, tides crashing at the shore
i can feel the intensity of the situation increase in the atmosphere
They way your eyes look deep into mine. As if you can see past all my white lies and deep into me where the truth lies. I don’t know if it’s love but what i am feeling is intense…
He had such an intense stare she thought she would melt right in front of him. What was it that he was hiding behind those eyes or did she really want to know?
like camping. or the circus. jk that’s just me being a smart ass. intense. so few things are intense for me anymore, i feel like. i’m just so desensitized to life, and i don’t like it, but at the same time, it makes me feel more comfortable with more things. the word intense automatically makes me think of my friend jason, because he always always always added “like camping” to it
the pounding in my head increased with each strum to my guitar. the heat of the stage lights beat down upon my face and I strained my voice to reach every last note in the song. this was it.
This is a word that is inherently definitive and rather hard to write about off the cuff. I feel that nothing I write, inspired by this word, will be intense enough to live up to its own specific inspiration. Suffice it to say, then, that I value the reality of this concept in most situations. Intensity, passion, moments that contain an energy so great they shock your conscious from the flow of life and draw you to a vibrating standstill in the very experience.
i love you because for what you are. nothing mattters! I am trully, deeply, maddly in love with you. this intense letter represents my feelings, you are the most amazing person ever. You are my all. I love you just the way you are, you were made for me.
screwed up face, shoulders hunched, elbows pressed to sides
cheeks reddening, eyes crushed shut
pushing until liftoff
“Intense” describes those who are driven by only their own desires; so much so that it doesn’t matter what blocks their path.
i sometimes feel intense intense about things that i dont really know about or understand intense is a feeling you cant shake and takes over you intense is intense intense is when you cant stop thinking about that thing or person and there is no space for any other feelings. i hope i feel intense love and that same person feels it back for me
The scene was intense. He likes her, but she likes him and he likes this other girl who isn’t even around any more. And just when the awkward ‘I love you’s were out a sudden crash from the living room is heard. I jumped and screamed.
“Geez, calm down, it’s just a movie” my boyfriend says.
“I know… It’s just that it’s scary anyway.” I blush and look at my hands.
Intense was made for love. To walk in beauty. To cry in the night. Adjective of the word that has cursed many men and infected many women. Form mother to child or h