It was such an intense moment, they couldn’t take their eyes away from each other and unlock their gaze. What a moment! The lovers stood there, doing just what they could: stare at each other dearly and unstoppably.
intense
it makes sense.
I’m a Leo,
just like mi tío.
I’m burning the incense,
and awaiting the cleanse,
Caifanes on speaker,
making my heart beat a bit quicker.
Lejos de aquí,
allá en el negro cósmico te vi.
Me diste una sonrisa,
que me dio mucha risa,
un paso hacia el mar,
un beso al tocar,
y no me digas nada más.
Llévame solo,
hasta el nunca jamás.
Sam and I met on our holiday to the snow, at first we were tentative, on those icy slopes. he was young,very young, mascculine and sensitive, buff and good looking. the relationship was something else, crammed into steamy nights and days spent walking up the cobbled streets of dublin. But most of all I enjoyed the nights cuddling, him in my arms, his head against my chest. It felt so wrong and right at the same time. this virginal touch the innocence left behind but the appreciation for it too. when i left i cried i had lost my love to a week in st johann but i will never forget him and hopefully we can light up the passion and intensity again for all time my irish boy my perfection forever
The blast of cold hit like a sledge hammer, knocking him off of his feet. It was harder than a wall, for all that it had no substance at all. There were few feelings as shocking as being slammed by the North Wind Itself.
The morning was bright. The sky was the most intense blue you have ever seen and the birds were singing as if it were the opening credits of a disney movie. I sat in a tree about two stories off the ground watching people pass beneath me. So few people see the world like I do.
Your lips, your mouth, the way you see right through me. I really wish there was someone like you for me. In the end, it was his eyes. Their intensity let me know. I was staring at him, and he was staring at me, and then I knew. He loved me. At the same time, I knew that I could never love him back. His intensity was pointless. It would never go anywhere. It’s that moment when someone looks at you and you can see their intent; that is the definition of intense. His was to marry me. I’m not the marrying kind.
More intense than the rushing waves of the beach we visited last summer. More intense than your thousand horsepower convertible that we took that late night drive in. More intense than the snowstorm that had me calling you for hours.
More intense than all of that was our first kiss.
So intense and yet so gentle, that it blew me away.
And I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.
It was an intense sort of feeling, and not one I’m proud of. Afterwards, sweaty and exhausted as I laid in his bed, I realized how very wrong I was to think this was right. What sort of joy is there in passion when it’s propped up by cardboard and bound to cave in at any moment? There was never anything, just a painted scene, two dimensional and forever weak.
Why this word? Everything is intense. The more you know, the less you know. Confusion is extremely intense. Love too. Being confused about love is really intense. Hate it.
i was in intense depression and he was adding more fuel to fire. he was annoying by me by asking me again and again that when will we start travelling again. i had no idea as it seemed that the car was in mood to move
He couldn’t really handle the feeling anymore. It felt like something was boiling up inside him, or maybe like he wanted something to boil over, to burn, just burn. The thought was overwhelming. Everything was ruined, everything was over. She’d killed his son, and he couldn’t ever turn back time on that. And to think that just hours before, he had called her his love.
It was intense, and no, not like camping. We sat huddled in a circle reminiscing on something that happened mere minutes ago. Already our stories differed, only reminding me the differences in each of our brain, each of our memories.
strong feelings, a lot, too much, vibrant powerful bold personalities colors people sarcasm. a lot os too intense in my life right now. emotions feelings too much to handle a favorite adjective of mine.
the feelings he elicted in me were so intense, i dropped to my knees and broke out in goose bumbs. His fingers danced through my hair and into my brain. Where his nails dug in, and have never since released. That day with sweat beading down my head, i learned the meaning of rape.
intense is me my feeling my way to be my love my cat all my life intense is everything that better discribes me my way to be to dream to speak to screw to dance to drink to hang out to live to love to make art. intense is me intense is the world intense is the people around me and the lonelyness in my soul
love. My entire life is intense. I kinda hate it. I’d rather just be totally relaxed, but that rarely happens. Happy is a better word. Why can’t we all just be happy? It’s been a long time since I’ve been happy, and I have a feeling it’ll be even longer happen again.
That kiss was intense at Zac’s house. All of a sudden he was kissing me in a way that seemed that he was trying to suck out my soul, and it felt absolutely amazing. I love that we can have those moments of crazy passion even after all this time. Today he told me I was the best girlfriend in the world. We are o.k. again. :)
running faster, farther than you could’ve ever imagined. rushing past your opponents, all your surroundings. sweat drips down your body, your heart is pounding. proving everyone wrong, because you’ve made it. you’ve won.
The way he looked at her made her want to cry, though not from sadness, nor indeed from happiness. It was more…overwhelming. There was something beautiful and terrifying in the way that gaze pinned her, made her stop what she was doing and stare back. It was so bright that she could have burst into flames.
His eyes are the lightest shade of grey i’ve ever seen. And he just stares at you with them. Like in conversation. It’s crazy. Cuz I don’t know what to do. Except just make out with him.
trying so hard but just failing, failing. the sweat drips down your face but you can’t win. you are shaking, trembling, crying. but you will never fail. because everyone is better
IM NOT SURE WHAT TO WRITE BUT I THINK ABOUT SEX AND i CHEATED THIS MORNING WITH A MAN THAT GIVES ME THE BEST SEX IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD i LOVE HIM VERY MUCH AND WISH i WAS BORN IN A DIFFERENT TIME OR PLACE BUT i WASN’T AND HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT. BEING we have a large age difference.
its like when you get kicked in the balls. like that deep feeling inside of your soul that is just intense pure pain. there’s nothing like it. getting kicked in the balls i mean. its horrible, absolutely horrible. i cant dwell on it enough.
intense is the word i normally use when i feel at a loss to explain some overwhelming feeling. actually, the last time i used it, i was trying to describe to a friend how i felt during and after i had finally seen van gogh’s self portrait in person….it was probably one of the most unsettling experiences i’ve had recently. the fact that ‘roses’ wasn’t too far off on a nearby wall didn’t help much…
i remember that one day when we were fighting
the last fight that ended it all
we were so stupid, i doubt either of us actually knew what was going on.
we were just yelling and screaming back at each other.
i miss youu come back.
such an intense feeling, almost of no other name. I can feel it coursing through my body, but unlike anger and violence, it is not untamed. It’s as if it resonates in the mind as well. A well thought out anger, and a fueled one as well. This is what is needed to combat our demons.
the penetrable silence amused the light ears that took no surprise and flinched at the sound of the truth, the intensity immense. it was quite a situation you know, an overwhelming sensation. it was simply intense. our souls were not immune to such mannerisms.
Intense. Thoughts. When I look at you, that feeling. The intensity doesn’t change no matter how long it has been. It takes me by surprise sometimes, sneaks up on me like a cold snap or a summer rain. You can just turn slightly or adjust your hat, and I can feel it. No matter what.
Once I was intense…I was camping. I don’t really like camping. I do like to go and stay in hotels and shop though. Actually, I hate shopping. I do like to spend money though. A lot. This is intimidating. Ha! A/S/L? LOLOLOLMAOMG2G. I like this. It’s intense.
The intensity in the room grew and grew as the people before him watched with shocked stares. He noticed that the position he was in, leaning over the small girl in front of him, her arms pinned down by his, might not have seemed like the most innocent of happenings. But, it still didn’t change the fact that Haruhi and he might have been in for something much more troubling due to the reactions that seemed to be spurring.
the intensity of the moment…
the candlelight behind you, your fingertips like electric against my ribs.
like a huge cloud, when finally
it burst
and we kissed and
i’ve never felt anything as intense.
It was such an intense moment, they couldn’t take their eyes away from each other and unlock their gaze. What a moment! The lovers stood there, doing just what they could: stare at each other dearly and unstoppably.
I glanced over at him, hoping the feeling was just my imagination, but he was staring at me intensely. I looked away quickly.
rarararararar
intense
it makes sense.
I’m a Leo,
just like mi tío.
I’m burning the incense,
and awaiting the cleanse,
Caifanes on speaker,
making my heart beat a bit quicker.
Lejos de aquí,
allá en el negro cósmico te vi.
Me diste una sonrisa,
que me dio mucha risa,
un paso hacia el mar,
un beso al tocar,
y no me digas nada más.
Llévame solo,
hasta el nunca jamás.
Sam and I met on our holiday to the snow, at first we were tentative, on those icy slopes. he was young,very young, mascculine and sensitive, buff and good looking. the relationship was something else, crammed into steamy nights and days spent walking up the cobbled streets of dublin. But most of all I enjoyed the nights cuddling, him in my arms, his head against my chest. It felt so wrong and right at the same time. this virginal touch the innocence left behind but the appreciation for it too. when i left i cried i had lost my love to a week in st johann but i will never forget him and hopefully we can light up the passion and intensity again for all time my irish boy my perfection forever
The blast of cold hit like a sledge hammer, knocking him off of his feet. It was harder than a wall, for all that it had no substance at all. There were few feelings as shocking as being slammed by the North Wind Itself.
The morning was bright. The sky was the most intense blue you have ever seen and the birds were singing as if it were the opening credits of a disney movie. I sat in a tree about two stories off the ground watching people pass beneath me. So few people see the world like I do.
Your lips, your mouth, the way you see right through me. I really wish there was someone like you for me. In the end, it was his eyes. Their intensity let me know. I was staring at him, and he was staring at me, and then I knew. He loved me. At the same time, I knew that I could never love him back. His intensity was pointless. It would never go anywhere. It’s that moment when someone looks at you and you can see their intent; that is the definition of intense. His was to marry me. I’m not the marrying kind.
More intense than the rushing waves of the beach we visited last summer. More intense than your thousand horsepower convertible that we took that late night drive in. More intense than the snowstorm that had me calling you for hours.
More intense than all of that was our first kiss.
So intense and yet so gentle, that it blew me away.
And I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.
It was an intense sort of feeling, and not one I’m proud of. Afterwards, sweaty and exhausted as I laid in his bed, I realized how very wrong I was to think this was right. What sort of joy is there in passion when it’s propped up by cardboard and bound to cave in at any moment? There was never anything, just a painted scene, two dimensional and forever weak.
Why this word? Everything is intense. The more you know, the less you know. Confusion is extremely intense. Love too. Being confused about love is really intense. Hate it.
i was in intense depression and he was adding more fuel to fire. he was annoying by me by asking me again and again that when will we start travelling again. i had no idea as it seemed that the car was in mood to move
passion
sex
stress
exciting
exhilarating
stops breathing
gasps
stunned
unmoving
He couldn’t really handle the feeling anymore. It felt like something was boiling up inside him, or maybe like he wanted something to boil over, to burn, just burn. The thought was overwhelming. Everything was ruined, everything was over. She’d killed his son, and he couldn’t ever turn back time on that. And to think that just hours before, he had called her his love.
It was intense, and no, not like camping. We sat huddled in a circle reminiscing on something that happened mere minutes ago. Already our stories differed, only reminding me the differences in each of our brain, each of our memories.
strong feelings, a lot, too much, vibrant powerful bold personalities colors people sarcasm. a lot os too intense in my life right now. emotions feelings too much to handle a favorite adjective of mine.
the feelings he elicted in me were so intense, i dropped to my knees and broke out in goose bumbs. His fingers danced through my hair and into my brain. Where his nails dug in, and have never since released. That day with sweat beading down my head, i learned the meaning of rape.
The feelings went from strong to intense
as the elephant sat right on her face
and her lips parted like the flood-gates
of fear.
The words just slipped out
… like I meant them.
I can think of camping… oh wait, wrong tent. Something that in the moment is more than you can imagine it to be for good or ill…
intense is me my feeling my way to be my love my cat all my life intense is everything that better discribes me my way to be to dream to speak to screw to dance to drink to hang out to live to love to make art. intense is me intense is the world intense is the people around me and the lonelyness in my soul
love. My entire life is intense. I kinda hate it. I’d rather just be totally relaxed, but that rarely happens. Happy is a better word. Why can’t we all just be happy? It’s been a long time since I’ve been happy, and I have a feeling it’ll be even longer happen again.
That kiss was intense at Zac’s house. All of a sudden he was kissing me in a way that seemed that he was trying to suck out my soul, and it felt absolutely amazing. I love that we can have those moments of crazy passion even after all this time. Today he told me I was the best girlfriend in the world. We are o.k. again. :)
power shot, close up, the gun rises, and at the flash of the muzzle-cut.
running faster, farther than you could’ve ever imagined. rushing past your opponents, all your surroundings. sweat drips down your body, your heart is pounding. proving everyone wrong, because you’ve made it. you’ve won.
The way he looked at her made her want to cry, though not from sadness, nor indeed from happiness. It was more…overwhelming. There was something beautiful and terrifying in the way that gaze pinned her, made her stop what she was doing and stare back. It was so bright that she could have burst into flames.
His eyes are the lightest shade of grey i’ve ever seen. And he just stares at you with them. Like in conversation. It’s crazy. Cuz I don’t know what to do. Except just make out with him.
rushing breath of icy cool air. pounding palpitations of my heart. pupils dilating at the shock. overwhelmed senses. vibrant. rich. explosion.
trying so hard but just failing, failing. the sweat drips down your face but you can’t win. you are shaking, trembling, crying. but you will never fail. because everyone is better
IM NOT SURE WHAT TO WRITE BUT I THINK ABOUT SEX AND i CHEATED THIS MORNING WITH A MAN THAT GIVES ME THE BEST SEX IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD i LOVE HIM VERY MUCH AND WISH i WAS BORN IN A DIFFERENT TIME OR PLACE BUT i WASN’T AND HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT. BEING we have a large age difference.
its like when you get kicked in the balls. like that deep feeling inside of your soul that is just intense pure pain. there’s nothing like it. getting kicked in the balls i mean. its horrible, absolutely horrible. i cant dwell on it enough.
power shot, close up, a gun rises and at the moment of the muzzle flash–cut.
intense is the word i normally use when i feel at a loss to explain some overwhelming feeling. actually, the last time i used it, i was trying to describe to a friend how i felt during and after i had finally seen van gogh’s self portrait in person….it was probably one of the most unsettling experiences i’ve had recently. the fact that ‘roses’ wasn’t too far off on a nearby wall didn’t help much…
i remember that one day when we were fighting
the last fight that ended it all
we were so stupid, i doubt either of us actually knew what was going on.
we were just yelling and screaming back at each other.
i miss youu come back.
such an intense feeling, almost of no other name. I can feel it coursing through my body, but unlike anger and violence, it is not untamed. It’s as if it resonates in the mind as well. A well thought out anger, and a fueled one as well. This is what is needed to combat our demons.
the penetrable silence amused the light ears that took no surprise and flinched at the sound of the truth, the intensity immense. it was quite a situation you know, an overwhelming sensation. it was simply intense. our souls were not immune to such mannerisms.
fire
sex
flower
music
singing
dancing
sports
tennis
piano
fighting
anger
swimming
adele
writing
Intense. Thoughts. When I look at you, that feeling. The intensity doesn’t change no matter how long it has been. It takes me by surprise sometimes, sneaks up on me like a cold snap or a summer rain. You can just turn slightly or adjust your hat, and I can feel it. No matter what.
Once I was intense…I was camping. I don’t really like camping. I do like to go and stay in hotels and shop though. Actually, I hate shopping. I do like to spend money though. A lot. This is intimidating. Ha! A/S/L? LOLOLOLMAOMG2G. I like this. It’s intense.
The intensity in the room grew and grew as the people before him watched with shocked stares. He noticed that the position he was in, leaning over the small girl in front of him, her arms pinned down by his, might not have seemed like the most innocent of happenings. But, it still didn’t change the fact that Haruhi and he might have been in for something much more troubling due to the reactions that seemed to be spurring.
the intensity of the moment…
the candlelight behind you, your fingertips like electric against my ribs.
like a huge cloud, when finally
it burst
and we kissed and
i’ve never felt anything as intense.