one of my favorite pastimes is to read. anything will do: magazines, novels, newspapers. Anything i can get my hands on, no particular genre – whatever strikes my fancy that moment. especially something that takes me on a ‘trip’ – another place, time, thought…
afternoon sex was her favorite pastime. the way the sun came into the window and shown on his body made her think her life was a dream that would end at any moment.
i look through the photo album nd think about all the good times i’ve had. all the smiling faces and laughs, it was just nice to know that we were having a good time. as i look back at the past times, and think of all the giggles and the tears, i cant help but wonder if things could be different
The word pastime already sounds like it’s out of the past. It refers to things like baseball, when kids played it in a dirt lot and I imagine didn’t worry about the things that I imagine kids worry about now.
My favorite pasttime usually includes weed. Smoking it. Getting high. I remember once a friend said that growing up is when you’ve had smoke or drink in order to have fun. Am I that way? I hope not. I’d like to think that my vitality is my own and genuine.
My favoriye pastime is learning. Just anything. I read, goof around on the Internet, and just talk to people. They say the day you quit learning is the day that you die and I believe it. I hope in that case to never die. There’s so much to learn.
it’s my pastime, she said to the man who watched her. experiments and all that stuff. i like to prove things right or wrong, no matter how long it takes. now, if you don’t mind, i need to get back to my project… it’s my hardest one, yet.
he stepped back, away from the gray haired woman, away from the train tracks, away from the line of coins she’d carefully placed on the rails.
and, like her, waited to see if they really could derail a speeding train.
i think of summer days when the rain would sweep in from the south. I think of cold winter nights and that heater that we used to talk around. I think of those think autumn leaves and how they carpeted the ground. I think of the sweet peach smells. I think of you when I think of the season.
The crowd roars with deafening volume at the players on the diamond, who seem to be barely moving. Some wonder how people can find excitement in this seemingly stagnant “game,” others wonder how anyone can do anything but revel in the supreme summer ecstasy that is America’s favorite pastime.
A pastime is beauty transfering itself in blocks. What takes up your time but small little flashes of your life collected to create who you are. The you that your boyfriend loves, or that your sister hates. Its you that is the pastime, you that makes you you.
my favorite is to read. I lov eto pas time reading//. it i sreally the only thing to do . wverything else seems like a waste. time passing does make me nervous though. I always feel like whatever i did i might hav ewasted my time. i guess i can’t think of it as mine so it shouldnt affect me for it to be used. it will be ised anuyway so mighgt as well do what i find worthy. the key is enjoying things thta won’t ruin future time. thats all i have to say i guess.
My favorite pastime? Running. When my feet hit the pavement, the dirt trails, the sand, I get a rush I can’t describe. It leaves me feeling lightheaded and giddy. I’m on Top of the World!
a great pasttime of revolution.
people in sticky situations make the best of it by sticking to their foundations and eachother.
here comes the past time.
no rules is a past time of ours.
Little did I know when I showed her the door, I was making the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t know how much I loved her. I was a fool to believe I had moved on despite the many lovers that had layed in our bed, on her side. The void never really died.
I suppose I like the pain of loving her; it’s my favorite pastime.
Mystery always shrouded the man with the iron leg and red eyes. Some say the crows flew into his house because he was a wizard in diguise. Some say his favorite pastime was boiling them for goodluck. Others say his pastime was eating their heads to stop his heart wrenching loneliness.
My favorite pastime. It would have to be either working out or playing guitar. Either one when I am involved in the activity the rest of the world is shrouded in darkness and I am able to find an inner light inside of me that is usually covered up so well. I feel at peace and I am actually able to relax. I don’t know what it is but I actually feel really happy and nothing else matters.
In my pasttime I do absolutely nothing. I have a dog. I’m boring. I’m friendless. I’m lonely.
This is my pasttime. This is my hobby. This is nobody here. At all. I don’t know what I am possibly doing with my pasttime, except maybe just reading. But that too, is super boring. I need a life.
Something that passes time? Mostly it makes me want to pass time doing something pleasurable. Like sitting in a hammock, with a pillow under my head, a book in my hands and an iced tea nearby.
when i think about pastime i think about when i was little and never worried about anything. to pass the time i would sit in a swing and drink my mom’s lemonade. i would play hair salon with my barbies. ahh the good old days.
You look in to the past.
you see what
you have done.
all the good
all the bad
everything.
You think about what you’ve done.
you think about what you havent done
you wish you could do more.
You wish you could take things back.
But you cant.
the past
is the past
and there is no changing it.
i went outside to throw the ball around the yard. it was a red ball, not at all my favorite color, but hey, it was passing the time. i was never much good at sports. especially ones with red balls.
My favorite pastime would be making love to myself. It sounds simple enough but as much as I love other people touching me. I find I make the best lover for myself. I’m not too selfish and share my love for my body with others, I make myself happy without someone there to stand in my way.
Pastime. Past time? Something to pass the time? Something quiet and easy. Lemonade and ice cream and shade under a huge tree on a sunny summer’s day. Baseball, perhaps, and kids on scooter carts bumping down the sidewalk. Someone is playing a guitar on the stoop, and women are making something in the kitchen, just because they can … to pass the time.
There’s something about having enough time to do what ever you want that overwhelms me. I don’t like having freetime, because the pressure of tying to think of something to amuse myself is incredible. I don’t have enough interesting pastimes to amuse myself for long, and I don’t like being idle.
So I amuse myself with silly things, like counting bottlecaps. I don’t have any real pastimes.
I want to spend all the time I can with him. What does he see in me? I’m mean, I’m stupid, and I have the worst self esteem in the world. And yet, he loves me. And I love him. He makes my defenses break down. I want to be with him all the time.
I totally read the above as ‘pasta’, which definitely means I’ve still got Hetalia on the brain. Why? I haven’t been excessively thinking about it or anything. This is weird. Maybe I need a new pastime. ;D
That, or I’m really hungry.
Pastime? I suppose it reminds me of the times when I had free time. Now all my time is filled with homework… Or reading, I suppose that could be a pastime, I do it by choice.
pastime reminds me of when i was young. swinging. dolls. peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. baseball games with my dad and brothers. playing oregon trail on an apple 2gs. making banners and coloring them with smelly markers
Pastime, you said? That is a strange question. Why do people need to pass the time? Why can’t they just enjoy being, living, breathing, loving, reading, writing, thinking, hoping, crying, laughing, smiling, pondering. Did I say living?
one of my favorite pastimes is to read. anything will do: magazines, novels, newspapers. Anything i can get my hands on, no particular genre – whatever strikes my fancy that moment. especially something that takes me on a ‘trip’ – another place, time, thought…
it some of the most enjoyable times in life. It what you do when your not doing something. In the end, it’s the important time
my pastgime is eating with my boyfriend at nice restaurants.
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afternoon sex was her favorite pastime. the way the sun came into the window and shown on his body made her think her life was a dream that would end at any moment.
i look through the photo album nd think about all the good times i’ve had. all the smiling faces and laughs, it was just nice to know that we were having a good time. as i look back at the past times, and think of all the giggles and the tears, i cant help but wonder if things could be different
The pastime said to go here but I didn’t listen. I didn’t want to listen, it was crazy. Why did it say that? Pastime was simply just CRAZY.
The word pastime already sounds like it’s out of the past. It refers to things like baseball, when kids played it in a dirt lot and I imagine didn’t worry about the things that I imagine kids worry about now.
My favorite pasttime usually includes weed. Smoking it. Getting high. I remember once a friend said that growing up is when you’ve had smoke or drink in order to have fun. Am I that way? I hope not. I’d like to think that my vitality is my own and genuine.
1950’s music, clothing, automobiles
My favoriye pastime is learning. Just anything. I read, goof around on the Internet, and just talk to people. They say the day you quit learning is the day that you die and I believe it. I hope in that case to never die. There’s so much to learn.
pastimes…where to start?
playing with my brother,
walking to the park,
looking at the clouds,
laughing until dark.
America’s favorite pastime, baseball, is the most boring sport in the world in my opinion. But the players are sure easy to look at……………
it’s my pastime, she said to the man who watched her. experiments and all that stuff. i like to prove things right or wrong, no matter how long it takes. now, if you don’t mind, i need to get back to my project… it’s my hardest one, yet.
he stepped back, away from the gray haired woman, away from the train tracks, away from the line of coins she’d carefully placed on the rails.
and, like her, waited to see if they really could derail a speeding train.
i think of summer days when the rain would sweep in from the south. I think of cold winter nights and that heater that we used to talk around. I think of those think autumn leaves and how they carpeted the ground. I think of the sweet peach smells. I think of you when I think of the season.
The crowd roars with deafening volume at the players on the diamond, who seem to be barely moving. Some wonder how people can find excitement in this seemingly stagnant “game,” others wonder how anyone can do anything but revel in the supreme summer ecstasy that is America’s favorite pastime.
French fries bubbling in a vat of oil as I sat outside on the deck, breathing the fresh ocean air and wondering what comes next.
A pastime is beauty transfering itself in blocks. What takes up your time but small little flashes of your life collected to create who you are. The you that your boyfriend loves, or that your sister hates. Its you that is the pastime, you that makes you you.
my favorite is to read. I lov eto pas time reading//. it i sreally the only thing to do . wverything else seems like a waste. time passing does make me nervous though. I always feel like whatever i did i might hav ewasted my time. i guess i can’t think of it as mine so it shouldnt affect me for it to be used. it will be ised anuyway so mighgt as well do what i find worthy. the key is enjoying things thta won’t ruin future time. thats all i have to say i guess.
My favorite pastime? Running. When my feet hit the pavement, the dirt trails, the sand, I get a rush I can’t describe. It leaves me feeling lightheaded and giddy. I’m on Top of the World!
a great pasttime of revolution.
people in sticky situations make the best of it by sticking to their foundations and eachother.
here comes the past time.
no rules is a past time of ours.
Little did I know when I showed her the door, I was making the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t know how much I loved her. I was a fool to believe I had moved on despite the many lovers that had layed in our bed, on her side. The void never really died.
I suppose I like the pain of loving her; it’s my favorite pastime.
Mystery always shrouded the man with the iron leg and red eyes. Some say the crows flew into his house because he was a wizard in diguise. Some say his favorite pastime was boiling them for goodluck. Others say his pastime was eating their heads to stop his heart wrenching loneliness.
My favorite pastime. It would have to be either working out or playing guitar. Either one when I am involved in the activity the rest of the world is shrouded in darkness and I am able to find an inner light inside of me that is usually covered up so well. I feel at peace and I am actually able to relax. I don’t know what it is but I actually feel really happy and nothing else matters.
In my pasttime I do absolutely nothing. I have a dog. I’m boring. I’m friendless. I’m lonely.
This is my pasttime. This is my hobby. This is nobody here. At all. I don’t know what I am possibly doing with my pasttime, except maybe just reading. But that too, is super boring. I need a life.
FML. Seriously.
Something that passes time? Mostly it makes me want to pass time doing something pleasurable. Like sitting in a hammock, with a pillow under my head, a book in my hands and an iced tea nearby.
when i think about pastime i think about when i was little and never worried about anything. to pass the time i would sit in a swing and drink my mom’s lemonade. i would play hair salon with my barbies. ahh the good old days.
You look in to the past.
you see what
you have done.
all the good
all the bad
everything.
You think about what you’ve done.
you think about what you havent done
you wish you could do more.
You wish you could take things back.
But you cant.
the past
is the past
and there is no changing it.
i went outside to throw the ball around the yard. it was a red ball, not at all my favorite color, but hey, it was passing the time. i was never much good at sports. especially ones with red balls.
ways to pass time
My favorite pastime would be making love to myself. It sounds simple enough but as much as I love other people touching me. I find I make the best lover for myself. I’m not too selfish and share my love for my body with others, I make myself happy without someone there to stand in my way.
Pastime. Past time? Something to pass the time? Something quiet and easy. Lemonade and ice cream and shade under a huge tree on a sunny summer’s day. Baseball, perhaps, and kids on scooter carts bumping down the sidewalk. Someone is playing a guitar on the stoop, and women are making something in the kitchen, just because they can … to pass the time.
its all about sleep thats what pastime is for sleep and reading it the best pastime of all.
There’s something about having enough time to do what ever you want that overwhelms me. I don’t like having freetime, because the pressure of tying to think of something to amuse myself is incredible. I don’t have enough interesting pastimes to amuse myself for long, and I don’t like being idle.
So I amuse myself with silly things, like counting bottlecaps. I don’t have any real pastimes.
Isn’t that sad?
I want to spend all the time I can with him. What does he see in me? I’m mean, I’m stupid, and I have the worst self esteem in the world. And yet, he loves me. And I love him. He makes my defenses break down. I want to be with him all the time.
I totally read the above as ‘pasta’, which definitely means I’ve still got Hetalia on the brain. Why? I haven’t been excessively thinking about it or anything. This is weird. Maybe I need a new pastime. ;D
That, or I’m really hungry.
Pastime — time for Dad.
Pastime? I suppose it reminds me of the times when I had free time. Now all my time is filled with homework… Or reading, I suppose that could be a pastime, I do it by choice.
pastime reminds me of when i was young. swinging. dolls. peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. baseball games with my dad and brothers. playing oregon trail on an apple 2gs. making banners and coloring them with smelly markers
Pastime, you said? That is a strange question. Why do people need to pass the time? Why can’t they just enjoy being, living, breathing, loving, reading, writing, thinking, hoping, crying, laughing, smiling, pondering. Did I say living?