i dont know what it means but it sounds pasionate in a way i dont understand. I can learn the word but my meaning would be different of yours. If not we have the same meaning we can understand each other.
It was her intent. Her intentions. She didn’t like me so I guess this was destined to happen regardless. I should’ve never invited her over. Never should’ve left the door unlocked. Should’ve never done this or that. Maybe I wouldn’t be on my way to a hospital bleeding out of my chestplate. So this is what it’s like to be backstabbed.
I already had this question before so why must I have it again. It makes me lose my motivation to write anything meaningful. I have no such intent on writing about intent. Why on earth do I have the same word? What did I do to deserve such a thing. What the hell, man
He had started out with good intentions. Honestly, he had. Things just didn’t go as he had planned; they got more fucked up more than he’d ever imagined. All he could do was sit there and tell her again and again how sorry he was, but she was never going to believe him.
i don’t know what your intent is or even was at this point. all i know is that you came you saw you conquered then you left. without goodbye, i’m sorry, i love you. no your intent was definitely not to fall in love. it was to see how far infatuation and intent could go before it hits love. no pun intended.
i don’t know what your intent is or even was at this point. all i know is that you came you saw you conquered then you left. without goodbye, i’m sorry, i love you. no your intent was definitely not to fall in love. it was to see how far infatuation and intent could go before it hits love. no pun inteded.
The room was quiet, still cold in the morning. He had been angry at first, that she had left without his permission, but when she told him where she had been, and her intent to leave, he slumped, as if defeated.
It was never my intent to fall for you the way I did. Shamelessly falling, head over heels in love. Was it your looks I loved? Maybe. Was it your personality? Most likely. Or maybe, just maybe it was the way you loved me almost as much as I loved you.
She was set. Her mind made up. No looking back. She knew what she had to do and was intent on it. Her love was in danger and it was up to her to save him. Screw the town. Fuck them and their hatred, they could all burn for what she cared. Quickly she flew to set him free as the fire burned through the rope and dropped the bus of civilians into the ocean.
My intent is to be an exceptional rapper, and that is all I want to be. I will sacrifice everything for it, every single thing. Boys, food, love, I don’t care. I just want to rap. It is what I want, forever. And I wonder when this is going to stop
try, do something on purpose,,, you made me feel something.. intensionaly… feel love. and im surre you wanted me to feel that, in this precise moment.. i was hoping you´d do that… cause i was thinking to do the exact same thing. im in love. i intended to feel that for you too. cause i feel butterflies, all over my world, when you´re around
Intentions can be the death of humans. There are two kinds: good and bad. Good intentions are those of people who actually care. They want to see you succeed and not drown. But sometimes, bad intentions belong to those who care about us most. And that’s what’s scary.
The drive and determination we feel to achieve something. If you want something, have intention. Nothing is built on laziness and denial. PUSH YOURSELF. You want that promotion? work your butt off. You want to win that game? train like you never have before. Life doesnt stop for anyone so be determined/
I intent on moving away from home and leaving this god damn place. I don’t ever want to come back because happy is not what I am here. I dislike everyone, everything and I dislike how fake everybody around me is. I dislike being controlled, and I dislike being demotivated. I dislike the way my family works. I want to leave, go to university, explore the city at night, go to the beach, swim in the ocean and just breathe and be able to eat the food that I want, to cook the food that I want and to wear what I want.
Intent was strong. Minute, hard, fierce, determined.
She was fast-paced, daring, and steady in her gaze. Arms held and taut with the bow, the cue, the tool. She moved, eyes darting, glance clear. And, poise.
He looked at her with something violent in his eyes. So raucous, disturbing, hideous that she had to look away. So nervous, all the time — her shaking, paper thin hands sliced into pieces by the weight of his gaze. He wanted to hurt her. They all did. It was why she was this way, this icy queen in her sad, lonely castle.
Intent, portent, curmudegon intercedes; italicized intent, portent, but still the kid capitulates; intent, portent come under fire yet burn without regret or need of reward within me.
If I were made of cruelty, my intent would be less than kind. But I am balanced, mostly. For I attempt to err on the side of light, but alas, it’s as they say: the road to hell is paved with good intentions…
If I were made of cruelty, my intent would be less than kind. But I am balanced, mostly. For I attempt to err on the side of light, but alas, it’s as they say: the road to hell is paved with good intentions…
by We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto. on 07.03.2013
These words,
that cross over into your brain
are all intentionally put here
for one reason
to explain how I feel
And who I am-
The truth?
Ha, but of course
that’s all I could ever imagine telling you.
And here it is:
I’m a Hopeless Romantic.
I’m a sucker for love movies,
The only thing that ever crosses my mind,
Love.
I think my knight in shining armor is close though,
very close.
I feel him-
He’s on his way to save me.
And when I see his face,
I won’t be able to do anything
but smile.
I’ll never let him go.
And we’ll be intertwined, and undiscovered
our bodies will be the only thing we see and feel.
we’ll be in each others’ company.
And nothing else will matter.
I have the intent to do a lot of things. Like when people say: I intend to do this and that today but never get around to it. I may intend to take over the world, prevent world hunger, and make world peace, but its unlikely I will accomplish this alone in my life.
I had hoped to do well. I expected great things from the colorful picture they painted for me. But the reality of it all couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
“My intent.” he said, tasting the word. “what is this intent?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Miya said, glaring a him, “Just answer the qusetion.”
“but what does it mean?”
“You know what it means, so stop acting like an idiot. What is your intent?”
“Intent in what?” he asked, and began counting off on his fingers. “Intent in abducting you? intent in showing up here in the first place? Intent in feeding you? Which aspect of this adventure are you asking about my intent on?”
Intent. Did you intend to do that thing the other day? Do you wish you could take it back? Don’t do something unless you intend to take the consequences.
i had every reason, every longing, i thought of it often. but i always had work, or i had to go to that bar with that person, or i had to clip my toenails. so i didn’t. i thought you probably knew anyways. so i put it off. you died and i never fucking told you.
They say the only important thing is the intention — if you set off with the best of plans — that even if they go wrong, as long as you tried with a pure heart that is enough. They lie. I believed them once, long before this … but with what I have seen I have come to know that the purest heart and the strongest good intentions cannot cancel out some of the ills and evils in this world.
It wasn’t like I started out with criminal intent. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and that. But when I saw her with him, I got so angry, I just had to do something.
Something like…murder Jessica.
No! No of course not! Something like key her car, what kind of lunatic do you think I am?
So might be the intent of misunderstood words words words, are delivered in soft confession to those boys in the lonely memorial park. I saw my friend Bill there, kissed my forehead and gave me a thousand Hail Mary’s then lost my marbles in the game.
Could of bet they were a bunch of lyin cheats yes sir! instead followed them to the river to wash the shit off my feet in vain and light up a bomber, but it just kills him, all the people now dead in the ground, so i just kiss his forehead and give him a thousand Hail Mary’s.
I intend to win.
In a game.
Or in life.
In whatever competition presents itself.
Even if you’re not aware we’re competing.
I will win.
I have all the capabilities to destroy you.
To control you.
To manipulate you.
And leave you with a smile on your face.
I fell in love with you. At first it was nice. You were sweet and romantic, but them the road got bumpy. You fell for someone else and saw her behind my back. I was mad, tortured. I wished i didn’t love you, but you see.
If i fell in love with you, it wasn’t intentional…
i am not sure what his is. he says the right things, and i am weak kneed at his smile. the blue eyes absolutely kill me. and he know this, i am sure. he says all the right things, xes and os and all that happy stuff. . . but what is his intent? why can’t i trust all those right things he says?
The forest was pitch dark as Baekhyun raced between the trees, legs aching and lungs heaving. He could hear it behind him, the cracking of branching growing nearer and nearer with every step he took in a futile attempt to get away. A sudden howl made him suck in a breath while fear settled in his stomach. He would never get away.
A huge black mass barreled out in front of Baekhyun, causing him to skid to a halt. It was a wolf, but not an ordinary one. It was huge with gleaming eyes full of harmful intent, and a coat that shone black. Baekhyun stopped breathing, although his body was craving oxygen. The wolf growled once before taking a few steps toward him. “K-Kris…Please. Don’t do this..” Baekhyun pleaded, stumbling backwards through the brush before tripping on a fallen branch. The wolf slowly phased back into the human Baekhyun knew too well, a tall boy with a frighteningly calm face, hair falling over his darkened eyes. “Oh Baekhyun,” he started, his voice sounding eerily serene as it floated through the forest, “I’ll do whatever I want to you.”
i dont know what it means but it sounds pasionate in a way i dont understand. I can learn the word but my meaning would be different of yours. If not we have the same meaning we can understand each other.
It was her intent. Her intentions. She didn’t like me so I guess this was destined to happen regardless. I should’ve never invited her over. Never should’ve left the door unlocked. Should’ve never done this or that. Maybe I wouldn’t be on my way to a hospital bleeding out of my chestplate. So this is what it’s like to be backstabbed.
“I didn’t mean to!” he said. The thought echoed through his mind, repeating ad nauseum as it ricocheted off the walls of his mind.
I just used this website and had to write about intent. I found it on stumbleupon.com. Is intend like intent? Is it my intent? What?
I already had this question before so why must I have it again. It makes me lose my motivation to write anything meaningful. I have no such intent on writing about intent. Why on earth do I have the same word? What did I do to deserve such a thing. What the hell, man
He had started out with good intentions. Honestly, he had. Things just didn’t go as he had planned; they got more fucked up more than he’d ever imagined. All he could do was sit there and tell her again and again how sorry he was, but she was never going to believe him.
i don’t know what your intent is or even was at this point. all i know is that you came you saw you conquered then you left. without goodbye, i’m sorry, i love you. no your intent was definitely not to fall in love. it was to see how far infatuation and intent could go before it hits love. no pun intended.
i don’t know what your intent is or even was at this point. all i know is that you came you saw you conquered then you left. without goodbye, i’m sorry, i love you. no your intent was definitely not to fall in love. it was to see how far infatuation and intent could go before it hits love. no pun inteded.
I do not know
your intent
but no one ever
does, do they?
They will take your lies
because
why would you lie?
to a total stranger
to a close friend
but they
won’t be the ones to bear the consequences anyway
The room was quiet, still cold in the morning. He had been angry at first, that she had left without his permission, but when she told him where she had been, and her intent to leave, he slumped, as if defeated.
It was never my intent to fall for you the way I did. Shamelessly falling, head over heels in love. Was it your looks I loved? Maybe. Was it your personality? Most likely. Or maybe, just maybe it was the way you loved me almost as much as I loved you.
You’re slipping through the fingers of your good intent… And now, what?
Sally put the single red rose on the top of the fresh,crisp pillow case.
If your intent was to fool me,you did a hell of a job.
Ha! What is my intent exactly? Am I trying to take back my actions from the past? Make you want me? Why didn’t I just kiss you then?
She was set. Her mind made up. No looking back. She knew what she had to do and was intent on it. Her love was in danger and it was up to her to save him. Screw the town. Fuck them and their hatred, they could all burn for what she cared. Quickly she flew to set him free as the fire burned through the rope and dropped the bus of civilians into the ocean.
My intent is to be an exceptional rapper, and that is all I want to be. I will sacrifice everything for it, every single thing. Boys, food, love, I don’t care. I just want to rap. It is what I want, forever. And I wonder when this is going to stop
try, do something on purpose,,, you made me feel something.. intensionaly… feel love. and im surre you wanted me to feel that, in this precise moment.. i was hoping you´d do that… cause i was thinking to do the exact same thing. im in love. i intended to feel that for you too. cause i feel butterflies, all over my world, when you´re around
Intentions can be the death of humans. There are two kinds: good and bad. Good intentions are those of people who actually care. They want to see you succeed and not drown. But sometimes, bad intentions belong to those who care about us most. And that’s what’s scary.
The drive and determination we feel to achieve something. If you want something, have intention. Nothing is built on laziness and denial. PUSH YOURSELF. You want that promotion? work your butt off. You want to win that game? train like you never have before. Life doesnt stop for anyone so be determined/
I intent on moving away from home and leaving this god damn place. I don’t ever want to come back because happy is not what I am here. I dislike everyone, everything and I dislike how fake everybody around me is. I dislike being controlled, and I dislike being demotivated. I dislike the way my family works. I want to leave, go to university, explore the city at night, go to the beach, swim in the ocean and just breathe and be able to eat the food that I want, to cook the food that I want and to wear what I want.
Intent was strong. Minute, hard, fierce, determined.
She was fast-paced, daring, and steady in her gaze. Arms held and taut with the bow, the cue, the tool. She moved, eyes darting, glance clear. And, poise.
He looked at her with something violent in his eyes. So raucous, disturbing, hideous that she had to look away. So nervous, all the time — her shaking, paper thin hands sliced into pieces by the weight of his gaze. He wanted to hurt her. They all did. It was why she was this way, this icy queen in her sad, lonely castle.
Intent, portent, curmudegon intercedes; italicized intent, portent, but still the kid capitulates; intent, portent come under fire yet burn without regret or need of reward within me.
If I were made of cruelty, my intent would be less than kind. But I am balanced, mostly. For I attempt to err on the side of light, but alas, it’s as they say: the road to hell is paved with good intentions…
If I were made of cruelty, my intent would be less than kind. But I am balanced, mostly. For I attempt to err on the side of light, but alas, it’s as they say: the road to hell is paved with good intentions…
These words,
that cross over into your brain
are all intentionally put here
for one reason
to explain how I feel
And who I am-
The truth?
Ha, but of course
that’s all I could ever imagine telling you.
And here it is:
I’m a Hopeless Romantic.
I’m a sucker for love movies,
The only thing that ever crosses my mind,
Love.
I think my knight in shining armor is close though,
very close.
I feel him-
He’s on his way to save me.
And when I see his face,
I won’t be able to do anything
but smile.
I’ll never let him go.
And we’ll be intertwined, and undiscovered
our bodies will be the only thing we see and feel.
we’ll be in each others’ company.
And nothing else will matter.
I have the intent to do a lot of things. Like when people say: I intend to do this and that today but never get around to it. I may intend to take over the world, prevent world hunger, and make world peace, but its unlikely I will accomplish this alone in my life.
I had hoped to do well. I expected great things from the colorful picture they painted for me. But the reality of it all couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
“State your intent.”
“My intent.” he said, tasting the word. “what is this intent?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Miya said, glaring a him, “Just answer the qusetion.”
“but what does it mean?”
“You know what it means, so stop acting like an idiot. What is your intent?”
“Intent in what?” he asked, and began counting off on his fingers. “Intent in abducting you? intent in showing up here in the first place? Intent in feeding you? Which aspect of this adventure are you asking about my intent on?”
Miya huffed, “Why did you abduct me?”
Intent. Did you intend to do that thing the other day? Do you wish you could take it back? Don’t do something unless you intend to take the consequences.
i had every reason, every longing, i thought of it often. but i always had work, or i had to go to that bar with that person, or i had to clip my toenails. so i didn’t. i thought you probably knew anyways. so i put it off. you died and i never fucking told you.
They say the only important thing is the intention — if you set off with the best of plans — that even if they go wrong, as long as you tried with a pure heart that is enough. They lie. I believed them once, long before this … but with what I have seen I have come to know that the purest heart and the strongest good intentions cannot cancel out some of the ills and evils in this world.
It wasn’t like I started out with criminal intent. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and that. But when I saw her with him, I got so angry, I just had to do something.
Something like…murder Jessica.
No! No of course not! Something like key her car, what kind of lunatic do you think I am?
…Oh.
So might be the intent of misunderstood words words words, are delivered in soft confession to those boys in the lonely memorial park. I saw my friend Bill there, kissed my forehead and gave me a thousand Hail Mary’s then lost my marbles in the game.
Could of bet they were a bunch of lyin cheats yes sir! instead followed them to the river to wash the shit off my feet in vain and light up a bomber, but it just kills him, all the people now dead in the ground, so i just kiss his forehead and give him a thousand Hail Mary’s.
I intend to win.
In a game.
Or in life.
In whatever competition presents itself.
Even if you’re not aware we’re competing.
I will win.
I have all the capabilities to destroy you.
To control you.
To manipulate you.
And leave you with a smile on your face.
I fell in love with you. At first it was nice. You were sweet and romantic, but them the road got bumpy. You fell for someone else and saw her behind my back. I was mad, tortured. I wished i didn’t love you, but you see.
If i fell in love with you, it wasn’t intentional…
i am not sure what his is. he says the right things, and i am weak kneed at his smile. the blue eyes absolutely kill me. and he know this, i am sure. he says all the right things, xes and os and all that happy stuff. . . but what is his intent? why can’t i trust all those right things he says?
take your intent
and f*ck off
go get bent
you’re a wright off
The forest was pitch dark as Baekhyun raced between the trees, legs aching and lungs heaving. He could hear it behind him, the cracking of branching growing nearer and nearer with every step he took in a futile attempt to get away. A sudden howl made him suck in a breath while fear settled in his stomach. He would never get away.
A huge black mass barreled out in front of Baekhyun, causing him to skid to a halt. It was a wolf, but not an ordinary one. It was huge with gleaming eyes full of harmful intent, and a coat that shone black. Baekhyun stopped breathing, although his body was craving oxygen. The wolf growled once before taking a few steps toward him. “K-Kris…Please. Don’t do this..” Baekhyun pleaded, stumbling backwards through the brush before tripping on a fallen branch. The wolf slowly phased back into the human Baekhyun knew too well, a tall boy with a frighteningly calm face, hair falling over his darkened eyes. “Oh Baekhyun,” he started, his voice sounding eerily serene as it floated through the forest, “I’ll do whatever I want to you.”