He was involved with the wrong woman. He knew it every moment he was with her. But he would never give her up. She may have had hair like straw, and smelled like old cigarettes. She may have yellowing nails and bloodshot eyes. But she was the woman who knew what music he liked and why. Which authors touched him.
I wasn’t very involved with him but I knew that I wanted to stay next to him. It broke my heart to watch him leave but I knew it was for the better. I could still feel his eyes upon me even though he was gone
Last year at school, I was told all to often I was not “involved” enough in the community. This year, I was invited to join several clubs. After perusing some choices, I made my decision. Involvement is overrated.
involved. being a part of something or participating in something. something significant that makes a difference
I haven’t been involved as best as I can remember. involved is a beautiful thing.
I am involved in after school activities.
I am on the fling and I want to join the photography club. Tonight I decided creative writing is my favorite subject this year. (last year was history/math).
I am very deeply involved in writing, hence why I took this class.
I am involved with my friends and family. I am involved in school and the world.
Being involved is what helps make me, me.
I’m involved in a situation that i don’t want to be involved in, i’m in love with someone that i want to spend forever with and they know it. so i’m stuck in this place that they dont know and i know and they don’t know yet and it sucks knowing when no one else does.
Ice cream had never seemed so suspicious, but I knew they were up to no good. It hadn’t been long since the last time they tried to pull some trick, and I knew they were involved in something suspicious.
Sometimes I wonder about my role in life. I want to be involved in my children’s upbringing, but when is it too much? At the same time, I can’t help but question the lack of involvement I see from others, including my husband. I think the real problem is the varying definitions of being involved.
I already wrote about this, but the computer somehow deleted it. I’m glad that I’ve decided to become involved with this site today; I think it will be of great help in honing my writing skills. In English today, we were working on essays that involved a lot of sponateousness. That’s not a word.
Its to be a part of something big and good with no hestiation at all. It’s something where you put your commitment to and never hold back. You are affiliated with what you are doing and are proud of it. You help out others and get it done.
I think it’s good to be involved, but not too much. You know, right? For example, if I’m not doing something, I feel pretty worthless and lazy. So I do something. Capice? I hope I spelled that right. I think, too, it’s important to be involved in something you like. It makes it more worthwhile. If it helps others, that’s great.
I would like to be more involve with my life but I’m just too damn scared and it eats me up inside…. fuck this, sometimes I wish I had a different mind, but other times I looooove it!!! idk lol
I want to help you. Please, let me come closer and let me sort things out for you on a more personal level. I’d like to do anything I can to assist you, whatever you need. But… it’s so difficult to come over.
She became involved in a line of espionage, they said, but that was a lie because her job was far more important and so much more dangerous. Don’t tell a soul, they said, except about the spying, because she’s honest, you know, and that’s scary as hell.
When one is involved, they are intertwined with another’s destiny. These twisting and unbreakable bond form something more valuable than gold, friendship.
there are no words to describe the feeling of flying through the air, on wings of your own. looking down, i see a blue hare down there, pretending to drive a truck. i told myself i wouldn’t get involved but no, i must. i swoop down and take the hat, scolding the hare. silly rabbit, trucks are for kids!
He was far too involved in this to back out now. Why and how he had ever become so deep into it in the first place was a mystery, but he was undeniably in it. He thought briefly about running away, about leaving it all behind, every night before bed, but when morning came, he always stayed.
Is there really any breaking involved
When your heart has supposedly been shattered?
It feels more like a paper being burned.
Slow.
Curling.
And then bright and fast.
Nothing to piece back together afterward,
Only the ashes that are left behind.
I didn’t want her to get involved with the wrong type of people. That sounds judgmental, but I know her. I know my old best friend. I know she would succumb to their unfriendly wrath sooner or later. She would break and she wouldn’t even realize it.
“How do I get involved with the five counselors?” they asked me. “Simple. Say you want to be involved. I’ll write some quests, you can ask people questions, advance plot by your actions, and basically learn alongside them.” “…yeah, yeah, but I want to become ‘involved’–not interact with other people, and I don’t *really* want to be a counselor myself. How do I do that and still have fun?” And that’s about when I nearly gave up on the whole damn project.
I don’t want to be involved in your problems, dragged into them but your unending need for advice on what to do. Just do something, anything by yourself for once. It is not up to me or anyone else to rule your life for you. Stop getting everyone else so involved in your life and problems that don’t concern them.
do it, it’s funner that way, seriously, i love doing it, if you dont, life isnt nearly as interesting. just trust me, it’s worth it in everything that happens, especially if you feel strongly.
Try to tell me you wouldn’t have tried something too. It wasn’t my fault what I did. He was the one who came at her, his eyes gleaming with the same sinister quality as the knife’s reflection on the street lamp. Something possessed me. Don’t you have a sister? Mine’s 17 but this one… she must have been barely 14. You just have to intervene when something like that happens, get involved. I just regert my jagged stab towards his gut rather than his neck, the poor girl already had a scar dancing across hers.
He was involved with the wrong woman. He knew it every moment he was with her. But he would never give her up. She may have had hair like straw, and smelled like old cigarettes. She may have yellowing nails and bloodshot eyes. But she was the woman who knew what music he liked and why. Which authors touched him.
I am not. I will always be above your mindless fray. I make no apologies.
lets get involved. you know converse. make some words with out mouths. make some moves with out bodies. together. that might be nice for a change. no?
involving myself: the fear, the dilemma. is it better to remain sterile? to be involved is to get messy, it is to cry.
I wasn’t very involved with him but I knew that I wanted to stay next to him. It broke my heart to watch him leave but I knew it was for the better. I could still feel his eyes upon me even though he was gone
Last year at school, I was told all to often I was not “involved” enough in the community. This year, I was invited to join several clubs. After perusing some choices, I made my decision. Involvement is overrated.
involved. being a part of something or participating in something. something significant that makes a difference
I haven’t been involved as best as I can remember. involved is a beautiful thing.
I am involved in after school activities.
I am on the fling and I want to join the photography club. Tonight I decided creative writing is my favorite subject this year. (last year was history/math).
I am very deeply involved in writing, hence why I took this class.
I am involved with my friends and family. I am involved in school and the world.
Being involved is what helps make me, me.
I am involved in too much. Involved in nothing. Excluded by choice. What else do you fancy. It’s not about me.
I’m involved in a situation that i don’t want to be involved in, i’m in love with someone that i want to spend forever with and they know it. so i’m stuck in this place that they dont know and i know and they don’t know yet and it sucks knowing when no one else does.
Ice cream had never seemed so suspicious, but I knew they were up to no good. It hadn’t been long since the last time they tried to pull some trick, and I knew they were involved in something suspicious.
Sometimes I wonder about my role in life. I want to be involved in my children’s upbringing, but when is it too much? At the same time, I can’t help but question the lack of involvement I see from others, including my husband. I think the real problem is the varying definitions of being involved.
i’m involved in life.
in life and waiting in line too much
involve yourself in the game.
in the brain.
in the wildest dream.
in your teens.
I already wrote about this, but the computer somehow deleted it. I’m glad that I’ve decided to become involved with this site today; I think it will be of great help in honing my writing skills. In English today, we were working on essays that involved a lot of sponateousness. That’s not a word.
Its to be a part of something big and good with no hestiation at all. It’s something where you put your commitment to and never hold back. You are affiliated with what you are doing and are proud of it. You help out others and get it done.
I think it’s good to be involved, but not too much. You know, right? For example, if I’m not doing something, I feel pretty worthless and lazy. So I do something. Capice? I hope I spelled that right. I think, too, it’s important to be involved in something you like. It makes it more worthwhile. If it helps others, that’s great.
I would like to be more involve with my life but I’m just too damn scared and it eats me up inside…. fuck this, sometimes I wish I had a different mind, but other times I looooove it!!! idk lol
I want to help you. Please, let me come closer and let me sort things out for you on a more personal level. I’d like to do anything I can to assist you, whatever you need. But… it’s so difficult to come over.
I don’t know why we had to give our hearts to each other.
I don’t know why we had to give our lives to each other.
I don’t know why we had to give our bodies to each other.
I think I know why we had to give ourselves some time apart.
Too involved with politics
Not enough with her boy in such need
So goes the world of Palin
The queen of political greed
She became involved in a line of espionage, they said, but that was a lie because her job was far more important and so much more dangerous. Don’t tell a soul, they said, except about the spying, because she’s honest, you know, and that’s scary as hell.
When one is involved, they are intertwined with another’s destiny. These twisting and unbreakable bond form something more valuable than gold, friendship.
What if you never involved yourself, what if you never initiated, never took action, never moved forward?
Now that we’ve broken up
We’re no longer involved
Can I still ask you how your day went?
how inaccurately accurate and perfectly juxtaposed to the final, fragmented moments we shared tonight.
there are no words to describe the feeling of flying through the air, on wings of your own. looking down, i see a blue hare down there, pretending to drive a truck. i told myself i wouldn’t get involved but no, i must. i swoop down and take the hat, scolding the hare. silly rabbit, trucks are for kids!
He was far too involved in this to back out now. Why and how he had ever become so deep into it in the first place was a mystery, but he was undeniably in it. He thought briefly about running away, about leaving it all behind, every night before bed, but when morning came, he always stayed.
Is there really any breaking involved
When your heart has supposedly been shattered?
It feels more like a paper being burned.
Slow.
Curling.
And then bright and fast.
Nothing to piece back together afterward,
Only the ashes that are left behind.
I didn’t want her to get involved with the wrong type of people. That sounds judgmental, but I know her. I know my old best friend. I know she would succumb to their unfriendly wrath sooner or later. She would break and she wouldn’t even realize it.
I can’t get involved with someone when I am feeling it will always be doomed.
“How do I get involved with the five counselors?” they asked me. “Simple. Say you want to be involved. I’ll write some quests, you can ask people questions, advance plot by your actions, and basically learn alongside them.” “…yeah, yeah, but I want to become ‘involved’–not interact with other people, and I don’t *really* want to be a counselor myself. How do I do that and still have fun?” And that’s about when I nearly gave up on the whole damn project.
And, so, I looked to her, thinking: I’ve only got 168 hours. You’re expecting 268. I’m involved, I work hard. I love what I do, I love what we do.
So, I’ll do the 268. For me. For you. For us.
involved and solved and called a slob my heart swells like a beach ball popped by a muscle head.
I don’t want to be involved in your problems, dragged into them but your unending need for advice on what to do. Just do something, anything by yourself for once. It is not up to me or anyone else to rule your life for you. Stop getting everyone else so involved in your life and problems that don’t concern them.
do it, it’s funner that way, seriously, i love doing it, if you dont, life isnt nearly as interesting. just trust me, it’s worth it in everything that happens, especially if you feel strongly.
She didn’t want to get involved. Neither did he. It was fate. The universe is against you always, mate.
I have nothing to right about for the word involved because I am far to busy to become involved in such nonsense!
I try to not get involved where I am not directly affected by the problem. It doesn’t pay.
Try to tell me you wouldn’t have tried something too. It wasn’t my fault what I did. He was the one who came at her, his eyes gleaming with the same sinister quality as the knife’s reflection on the street lamp. Something possessed me. Don’t you have a sister? Mine’s 17 but this one… she must have been barely 14. You just have to intervene when something like that happens, get involved. I just regert my jagged stab towards his gut rather than his neck, the poor girl already had a scar dancing across hers.
i want to be involved, evolved, and the evolution of my involvement will dictate where i will go in my evolution of being involved.