The approach had to be cautious, else they’d spook the prey, and they couldn’t afford to go hungry another night. If they crept up on it slowly, it would think the leaves rustling were just the wind.
Poor, stupid creature, too oblivious to realize its own death was right upon.
He checked left, he checked right – and then he pounced. He roared, extended his claws, and the human went down easier than a bird.
The second tiger leaped, and it was dinner after all.
He approached her with caution. No telling how she would react to him this time.
“Who are you?!” her eyes wide with fear and knife in hand.
“Its me, don’t worry, hon, its just me.”
Tears pored down her eyes, she whispered, “I can’t see.”
“I know.”
“How the hell could you know?!”
His shoulders dropped a little, “I know you’re confused, but you’ll remember soon, love.”
He continued his quiet approach, syringe in hand.
I am sorry. Sorry to have neglected you, my personal paragraph holder. My electronic accordion internet filing system, I will approach you more often, I assure you. I will bring focus to bond my brainwaves with the word of your day. Will you ever forgive me? Trust me to feed you words once more on typing grounds stretched out upon open bandwidth and the least bit of pop-up’s possible?
He approached me cautiously, attempting to mask his insecurities that I could see so obviously, but only because I shared the exact faults. In that fugacious moment, the only thing that existed in each of our worlds was that we had found some one so close to ourselves that we were jarred back to reality and we took slow steps backwards and remained confined by our individual thoughts, cursing ourselves for refusing to act when the perfect opportunity arose.
Approach. what a beautiful way to start a relationship. You approach the person you want. you ask them, you know and it goes on etc. But it all starts with one thing Approaching. You can never do anything without approaching first.
After that, life is all downhill. With a brisk wind battering our faces as we ride the flowing currents of accomplishment or hit the rugged gusts of failure. Every ending, happily ever after or otherwise, has a starting point that is often times only precarious at best. The approach makes or breaks every man. The soul is surveyed and one’s heart is weighed carefully, on a stage open to the whole world to watch. Bravado, gutlessness, nervousness, excitement, anticipation, trepidation and fear are very few of the emotions put on display during the approach. Regardless we have no choice but to throw apathy aside and take that first step.
He approached the girl as slowly as he could, as one might approach an injured bird. He noticed the gash on her arm and sucked in a gasp– he couldn’t believe a person would harm such an innocent child. He wanted to cry, but instead he moved slowly but surely to gently take her hand in his.
Approach/withdraw. Approach/withdraw. It’s a psychological phenomenon associated with desire and fear together. I’ve experienced it myself, mostly around meeting new people. Funny how you want to go forward and something lets you, but then pulls you back. Unpleasant and disconcerting for sure.
The grass had never felt so sweet, and the night had never been so anticipated. The stars would be sure to speak of truth tonight, it was clear. Letting feeling replace any misconstrued thoughts was the best decision ever made behind those sad, hazel eyes. Suddenly the yellowing sky was muddled by the shadow of an approaching man with a recognizable bounce in his simple step.
“Take my hand,” he nearly crooned.
“Take mine,” I answered. “And sit. The earth is perfect here.”
It takes a lot of work to be a volleyball player. At one point I had to spend over an hour working on my approach. I spent that entire time running and jumping into an empty air space. No ball, no net, just oxygen and shiny gym floor.
he approached me
waving hello
there were people everywhere
but me
speaking started
we jusst happened
happened
to fall in love
that day
that day he approached me
that we fell in lovev
I would have approached him. I would have gotten in his face and told him I loved him. I would have kissed him right then and then. I would have approached him with a heart full of love and desire. I would have, but I was a coward.
let’s try a different approach. i’ll be on my back, head off the bed, and you can go in from there. all the way in, all the way back until neither of us can stand it anymore. we’ll have so much fun baby, but the ending is the most satisfying part, isn’t it? oh yes, a different approach.
I need to approach the subject at least. This is something we need to discuss. I can’t avoid it any longer. This isn’t simple anymore. Now that I am thinking, this may not be something I want…
Falling on rough textured, orange rock, like pumice slicing my hands, I scrape across the sunlit evening sky as butterflies escape from my chest and the speed and velocity increase.
I approached that time again. The time where I beat myself up for being stubborn and infuriated. I lay down on the ground, wrapped in my blanket and cried. I cried until sleep came and stopped my tears.
Descent, driving and falling off a cliff like a rock texture, typing and comping close, apprehensive, textured, gritty and orange. I feel scraped by the roughness. I don’t like it.
It’s all about the approach, the filter, the perspective. Is the glass half full or half empty? Do I laugh at the fact that I just fell five feet off my lofted bed or do I cry because I am a hopeless klutz? The right approach means everything. Too bad determining the ‘right approach’ is about as difficult as finding a four leaf clover or a polka dotted puppy kissing a blue kitten.
It’s all about the approach. First impressions are made on how you approach someone. Completing a task is dependent on how you approach said task. How you approach new situations and people, defines you.
I just helped you once. Just once. I usually don’t but I did for you. Not even thinking twice I just did. It didn’t feel wrong. After I was done I looked at you in a different way I guess I’ve always thought you were cute but it never clicked like it had that day. Now I sit across the room with my friend thinking about the fact that I don’t even know your name… The worst part is, I’m too nervous to approach you.
I didn’t know that today would be my last day. Really. Death apprached me so suddenly, sneaked up on me so slyly that I was still reeling from shock. The impact of the bus was so hard and fast that I instantly knew it was over. I was gone from the world. No trace. Nothing.
I approach much things with an open mind, an open heart, and an open angle. I gain new perspectives with such tactics and strategy, so I suppose my approach has done me well. Yet, you need to create a guarded approach to utilize at times, and i’m on my way.
I’m trying to think of what I’ll finally say when I approach you. Will I even have the courage to speak? Or will I find my voice knotted with my tongue in a hopeless mess? I want to tell you how I feel, and to maybe ask how you feel about me. But will I ever find the strength to approach you? Somehow I fear not…
as i approached him i knew this was goodbye. a goodbye that would stay in my mind and my heart forever. he had that sweet smile upon his face, the one he would use to make me laugh whether i was happy, sad, or angry. as i approached him he opened his arms to me and we shared our last embrace.
As I approach my forties, I am happy, I am grateful and I wise. I would not take back or redo any of those years because they have all been perfect. I am proud of who I am, my family and I that I have created I look forward to what I will create in the future.
what’s in an approach? does one saunter up to another, cool and collected, haughty and disdainful? or possibly shyly, with an unspoken elegance polite manner? personally, all i can do when i need to greet someone is sloppily waltz over, make an awkward gesture of kindness, and flee. everyone approaches people differently, and everyone
He finally got up the courage to approach her during the dance. Looking down at his feet, he asked her if he could dance “maybe once?”. She smiled and said she had been waiting all night for someone to ask and would love to dance with him.
It’s usually best to approach things in a less expected way. Thus we have the element of surprise on our side turning us dominant which we could appreciate. If we can, of course, keep it up. Or else, well, you’re screwed xD Maybe a more conventional approach should be considered after all.
I couldn’t do it. Approaching him would mean owning up to everything I’d done. It would mean showing how guilty and how truly shameful I felt. So I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t.
I’m a coward.
He walked briskly along the corridor, file in hand. He knew exactly how he was going to approach Gregory about his latest gaffe. This one was going to cost the company a great deal of money, and possibly cost Gregory
Ushio approached Yusei silently. The teen looked up at him without a word. “Stand up and strip, or I’ll do it for you.” Yusei didn’t utter a sound as he followed the order. His clothing gathered in a pile in a whisper of cloth. “Now hands on the wall and spread your legs.”
The approach is what communication is all about. You can manipulate any interaction you have with another person based on your approach. If you have something that will bring about conflict, you can always modify your approach and thus, manipulate the result.
The approach had to be cautious, else they’d spook the prey, and they couldn’t afford to go hungry another night. If they crept up on it slowly, it would think the leaves rustling were just the wind.
Poor, stupid creature, too oblivious to realize its own death was right upon.
He checked left, he checked right – and then he pounced. He roared, extended his claws, and the human went down easier than a bird.
The second tiger leaped, and it was dinner after all.
approach come upon we came upon the realm odd kill the storm kill pride kill forever in time we come upon time like an ima
He approached her with caution. No telling how she would react to him this time.
“Who are you?!” her eyes wide with fear and knife in hand.
“Its me, don’t worry, hon, its just me.”
Tears pored down her eyes, she whispered, “I can’t see.”
“I know.”
“How the hell could you know?!”
His shoulders dropped a little, “I know you’re confused, but you’ll remember soon, love.”
He continued his quiet approach, syringe in hand.
I am sorry. Sorry to have neglected you, my personal paragraph holder. My electronic accordion internet filing system, I will approach you more often, I assure you. I will bring focus to bond my brainwaves with the word of your day. Will you ever forgive me? Trust me to feed you words once more on typing grounds stretched out upon open bandwidth and the least bit of pop-up’s possible?
What I’m most afraid of.
I never approach anybody first.
I can’t.
Rejection of any kind could break me.
Move forward.
Initiate.
i hear a car door slam and here it comes i stay hidden but i hear footsteps now i brace myself
He approached me cautiously, attempting to mask his insecurities that I could see so obviously, but only because I shared the exact faults. In that fugacious moment, the only thing that existed in each of our worlds was that we had found some one so close to ourselves that we were jarred back to reality and we took slow steps backwards and remained confined by our individual thoughts, cursing ourselves for refusing to act when the perfect opportunity arose.
Approach. what a beautiful way to start a relationship. You approach the person you want. you ask them, you know and it goes on etc. But it all starts with one thing Approaching. You can never do anything without approaching first.
My what a word.
How can I approach you without thinking I’ve gone insane, or I have epilepsy. Truth is: you’re everything I want in a man. Now,
approach me.
And be
mine.
After that, life is all downhill. With a brisk wind battering our faces as we ride the flowing currents of accomplishment or hit the rugged gusts of failure. Every ending, happily ever after or otherwise, has a starting point that is often times only precarious at best. The approach makes or breaks every man. The soul is surveyed and one’s heart is weighed carefully, on a stage open to the whole world to watch. Bravado, gutlessness, nervousness, excitement, anticipation, trepidation and fear are very few of the emotions put on display during the approach. Regardless we have no choice but to throw apathy aside and take that first step.
He approached the girl as slowly as he could, as one might approach an injured bird. He noticed the gash on her arm and sucked in a gasp– he couldn’t believe a person would harm such an innocent child. He wanted to cry, but instead he moved slowly but surely to gently take her hand in his.
Approach/withdraw. Approach/withdraw. It’s a psychological phenomenon associated with desire and fear together. I’ve experienced it myself, mostly around meeting new people. Funny how you want to go forward and something lets you, but then pulls you back. Unpleasant and disconcerting for sure.
The grass had never felt so sweet, and the night had never been so anticipated. The stars would be sure to speak of truth tonight, it was clear. Letting feeling replace any misconstrued thoughts was the best decision ever made behind those sad, hazel eyes. Suddenly the yellowing sky was muddled by the shadow of an approaching man with a recognizable bounce in his simple step.
“Take my hand,” he nearly crooned.
“Take mine,” I answered. “And sit. The earth is perfect here.”
It takes a lot of work to be a volleyball player. At one point I had to spend over an hour working on my approach. I spent that entire time running and jumping into an empty air space. No ball, no net, just oxygen and shiny gym floor.
he approached me
waving hello
there were people everywhere
but me
speaking started
we jusst happened
happened
to fall in love
that day
that day he approached me
that we fell in lovev
I would have approached him. I would have gotten in his face and told him I loved him. I would have kissed him right then and then. I would have approached him with a heart full of love and desire. I would have, but I was a coward.
let’s try a different approach. i’ll be on my back, head off the bed, and you can go in from there. all the way in, all the way back until neither of us can stand it anymore. we’ll have so much fun baby, but the ending is the most satisfying part, isn’t it? oh yes, a different approach.
I need to approach the subject at least. This is something we need to discuss. I can’t avoid it any longer. This isn’t simple anymore. Now that I am thinking, this may not be something I want…
Falling on rough textured, orange rock, like pumice slicing my hands, I scrape across the sunlit evening sky as butterflies escape from my chest and the speed and velocity increase.
I approached that time again. The time where I beat myself up for being stubborn and infuriated. I lay down on the ground, wrapped in my blanket and cried. I cried until sleep came and stopped my tears.
It was an interesting approach. He was polite, shy and self effacing despite his mega accomplishments in a vast international business.
Descent, driving and falling off a cliff like a rock texture, typing and comping close, apprehensive, textured, gritty and orange. I feel scraped by the roughness. I don’t like it.
It’s all about the approach, the filter, the perspective. Is the glass half full or half empty? Do I laugh at the fact that I just fell five feet off my lofted bed or do I cry because I am a hopeless klutz? The right approach means everything. Too bad determining the ‘right approach’ is about as difficult as finding a four leaf clover or a polka dotted puppy kissing a blue kitten.
I’m approaching my breaking point. School, sex, alcohol, consequences…all is proving more than I can bear.
But would I do it differently?
Probably not.
It’s all about the approach. First impressions are made on how you approach someone. Completing a task is dependent on how you approach said task. How you approach new situations and people, defines you.
I just helped you once. Just once. I usually don’t but I did for you. Not even thinking twice I just did. It didn’t feel wrong. After I was done I looked at you in a different way I guess I’ve always thought you were cute but it never clicked like it had that day. Now I sit across the room with my friend thinking about the fact that I don’t even know your name… The worst part is, I’m too nervous to approach you.
I didn’t know that today would be my last day. Really. Death apprached me so suddenly, sneaked up on me so slyly that I was still reeling from shock. The impact of the bus was so hard and fast that I instantly knew it was over. I was gone from the world. No trace. Nothing.
I approach much things with an open mind, an open heart, and an open angle. I gain new perspectives with such tactics and strategy, so I suppose my approach has done me well. Yet, you need to create a guarded approach to utilize at times, and i’m on my way.
He approached me looking like a dark knight fom one of my many scecret romance novels I liked to read in private. So very dark an handsome.
“Hello,” he murmurred like rought vevelt. Goodbumps immediately covered my skin, my nipples contracting painfully, yet so sinfully.
I’m trying to think of what I’ll finally say when I approach you. Will I even have the courage to speak? Or will I find my voice knotted with my tongue in a hopeless mess? I want to tell you how I feel, and to maybe ask how you feel about me. But will I ever find the strength to approach you? Somehow I fear not…
as i approached him i knew this was goodbye. a goodbye that would stay in my mind and my heart forever. he had that sweet smile upon his face, the one he would use to make me laugh whether i was happy, sad, or angry. as i approached him he opened his arms to me and we shared our last embrace.
As I approach my forties, I am happy, I am grateful and I wise. I would not take back or redo any of those years because they have all been perfect. I am proud of who I am, my family and I that I have created I look forward to what I will create in the future.
“Unapproachable, that’s what I am.”
what’s in an approach? does one saunter up to another, cool and collected, haughty and disdainful? or possibly shyly, with an unspoken elegance polite manner? personally, all i can do when i need to greet someone is sloppily waltz over, make an awkward gesture of kindness, and flee. everyone approaches people differently, and everyone
He finally got up the courage to approach her during the dance. Looking down at his feet, he asked her if he could dance “maybe once?”. She smiled and said she had been waiting all night for someone to ask and would love to dance with him.
It’s usually best to approach things in a less expected way. Thus we have the element of surprise on our side turning us dominant which we could appreciate. If we can, of course, keep it up. Or else, well, you’re screwed xD Maybe a more conventional approach should be considered after all.
I couldn’t do it. Approaching him would mean owning up to everything I’d done. It would mean showing how guilty and how truly shameful I felt. So I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t.
I’m a coward.
He walked briskly along the corridor, file in hand. He knew exactly how he was going to approach Gregory about his latest gaffe. This one was going to cost the company a great deal of money, and possibly cost Gregory
Ushio approached Yusei silently. The teen looked up at him without a word. “Stand up and strip, or I’ll do it for you.” Yusei didn’t utter a sound as he followed the order. His clothing gathered in a pile in a whisper of cloth. “Now hands on the wall and spread your legs.”
The approach is what communication is all about. You can manipulate any interaction you have with another person based on your approach. If you have something that will bring about conflict, you can always modify your approach and thus, manipulate the result.