I had a crush on someone who was much older than me. He was intelligent to a fault. Thirteen years later, I still have the crush, but I realize that he is not all that I dreamed him to be. I wish he would acknowledge my changes, but I believe he is too narcissistic to notice.
I was crushed again under that same immense feeling: desire. And I didn’t want it because I didn’t like it. It restricted my thoughts and actions. It made me second guess myself and lay awake at night thinking of the possibilities. There was no upside. And I didn’t want there to be one.
Crushes are hard to deal with but they are a part of life. Fuck crushes, man. You like a guy and you don’t know if he likes you back so you don’t say anything and then turns out that bastard likes you too but you’ve been friends for so long that if you wanted to be in a relationship with him it would be totally strange? According to him…
it makes me want to poop
It also makes my friends want to poop
shit city
I just doo dooed
and now im laughing about it
hahahahahahah poop
maturity at its finest
doo doo
The weight of the waves crushed her, pushing her below the surface as the tide pulled her out to sea. She felt trapped as she struggled against the push and pull of each giant wave, she barely had time to catch her breath between each one, and the thought of swimming seemed completely and utterly impossible. Her best bet now was to make sure she didn’t go out any further, slightly to the left of her she saw a buoy and this now became her lifeline. She needed something to cling, and once the waves died down a little she could think about moving towards shore, but for now every direction was dangerous and she was safest by staying in one spot.
I’ve never had a lasting crush before, just these like one day things. I’m just in high school though, and I just started having crushes really, so I’m not quite sure how this love thing is supposed to work. Maybe I’ll achieve a long-term crush. You never know. I’m hoping that I figure it out someday though. C:
Books under their arms they all marched up the hills. Some had all sorts of exotic fruits and breads and cheeses in their bellies while others hadn’t had anything in days. At home some had beds while others had mats, but they all wore boots that crushed the spring clovers. Books under their arms, guides to refer too in case the leader was shot, in case their partners were shot, in case they were shot.
I like to drink orange crush. It’s sweet and sticky. It’s like orange juice but fun. Like if orange juice had an obnoxious little sister, it would be crush. But she’d be obnoxious not because she was mean, but because she was bubbly and fun and everyone liked her better than orange juice. Where Crush gets to be carefree and happy, OJ is the responsible one. I prefer crush to c-plus. That’s like orange juice’s ugly step sister, you know?
The boy that’s always out of reach. The one that I won’t ever have the balls to talk to. The natural way of making sure that there’s always at least one girl that is lonely. The challenger of pride and vulnerability. The guy who you can’t get out of your head until he’s taking by a girl you can’t compete with.
The can of soda bounced off of the back of his head. He dropped with a yelp as it landed beside him with the sound of punctured aluminum. A moment later, he was covered in sticky orange ancient soda. Cathy watched from around the corner and decided that maybe there were better ways to let her secret crush be known.
he’s fucking annoying, really. I can’t believe that anybody like him would attract me. I mean, I’d crush him if I could. I really could. Wait a pain in my ass he is, y’know? I just hate people like that.
He’s not even that attractive anyway.
I just want to kiss him one more time because I’m only used to him kissing me. Fail on my part.
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i love my friends. people think that’s weird but i really care, i care so much and think about them so much that my feelings exceed crush they are love. i’m going to college in the fall and i am afraid; of my potential and of loosing my friends….
I have a crush. Its on a girl. She knows it. I am a girl. I wish that she were ballsy enough to leave her inhibitions aside but she’s not. She scared shitless and I can’t do a thing. So that’s what she’ll always be. A crush.
could I call you that?
would you let me whisper it to any other soul..
or should I keep it locked away..
deep within the contents of my heart?
then how would I know if its real?
not just a secret, that I’ll let grow old, and covered with dust..
like last time.
I have this crush that I love. I guess he’s not really a crush then. he’s actually my boyfriend, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. he means so much to me, and i never want to lose him. his names nick, and although we’ve only been dating for about 7 months, he’s one of the most important people to me. I love him.
When I was six I had a crush on a boy named James. His hair was so blonde it was almost white, and he had adorable buck-teeth. I talked to him everyday at school, and I thought he was the cutest boy ever. As soon as first grade ended, he moved to New York. It broke my heart, but I’ll always remember him
i’m crushed. i have a crush on you. its bad. its unhealthy. i stay up late with my phone crushed to my face waiting for your 15th call about the project due tomorrow that you just started. and i’ll help you, thinking that one day you’ll realize how great i am. it crushes my spirit, my confidence.
crush is something you do with a can. It’s something you feel for someone. It’s the beginning of love and it’s what your heart becomes if u get hurt crushed…
sometimes it’s hard for me to decide if I actually like somebody or not. it’s been so insane over the last three years (high school, pretty much…) and I really don’t know how to feel towards people anymore. I like this kid, my best friends dates him. I like this other kid and realize WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING! He’s like a brother to me. not a boyfriend. i’ve never dated and now I’m confused about who I like now. holy shit do I tell him? but he’s going to fucking rutgers! and now I don’t know what the hell to do.
I crush rock after rock against each other, hair sometimes catching on the edges. Tears, rage, frustration, some kind of joyful hopelessness – a million emotions and a million tiny splinters fly with each pound.
Butterflies. Giggles. Blush. Wave you over, give a little smile. Make light convo. All the while looking at your pretty lips, the way they move. Admiring your long lashes, the way the flutter. I wave you off, give a little wink.
I have such a huge crush on you! At first it was lustful, then silly, and now it’s getting serious. The crazy thing is that you feel the same way, on the same level, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had someone crushing on me so hard.
When I hear crush I think of a boy that I have a “crush” on. Two. Jake and Gabe. I think of love. I think of the drink. I think of a can getting crushed… Oddly enough… Yup.
Crushes are amazing. they are like vetables and like apple sauce. it takes 4 months to go from crushing to falling in love. I think crushes are very important to life and create a knowledge within you that you will never forget. Crushes help us to understand the other person and figure out if they are meant to be for us or if they are not. I’ve had enough crushes to last me a life time, and I think I’ve passed that stage many times.
i’ve had plenty of crushes. i like to crush things. that makes me think of the hulk. i have adhd so staying on the topic is kinda crushing me. bahaha. crush. i like crushed ice. i crush a lot of hearts. big ol crusher!
The moment when you realize that the love of your life doesn’t love you back. It’s crushing to know that you’ll never be able to hold them, kiss them, claim that they’re yours. There’s not a day where I don’t feel that way. I miss you so much Dylan. I love you with everything I have.
she had no idea what came over her, it was so stupid! standing in the humid hot lobby, hesitating to press the buzzer. imagining his voice on the other end, and being unsure of what to say back. would she sound stupid to him? she didn’t understand the emotion, but she wanted so badly for him to take notice of her, and in a positive way. So what should she say?
I had a crush on someone who was much older than me. He was intelligent to a fault. Thirteen years later, I still have the crush, but I realize that he is not all that I dreamed him to be. I wish he would acknowledge my changes, but I believe he is too narcissistic to notice.
Dark hair, great laugh, makes me smile…funny, handsome, dapper and cute. My crush….. [Sigh…]
Crush!….Damn! Was that my arm? now I can’t write………………..
Surfing the wave. A sharp cut to the left. Feel the thrill. Feel the free fall. Wind slicked hair. Crushed under the waves.
I was crushed again under that same immense feeling: desire. And I didn’t want it because I didn’t like it. It restricted my thoughts and actions. It made me second guess myself and lay awake at night thinking of the possibilities. There was no upside. And I didn’t want there to be one.
Crushes are hard to deal with but they are a part of life. Fuck crushes, man. You like a guy and you don’t know if he likes you back so you don’t say anything and then turns out that bastard likes you too but you’ve been friends for so long that if you wanted to be in a relationship with him it would be totally strange? According to him…
Chop, mince, grind.
I don’t know. I have a set of feelings for a few and I have no idea where they are going or when. It’s all very confusing. So, I don’t know.
it makes me want to poop
It also makes my friends want to poop
shit city
I just doo dooed
and now im laughing about it
hahahahahahah poop
maturity at its finest
doo doo
The weight of the waves crushed her, pushing her below the surface as the tide pulled her out to sea. She felt trapped as she struggled against the push and pull of each giant wave, she barely had time to catch her breath between each one, and the thought of swimming seemed completely and utterly impossible. Her best bet now was to make sure she didn’t go out any further, slightly to the left of her she saw a buoy and this now became her lifeline. She needed something to cling, and once the waves died down a little she could think about moving towards shore, but for now every direction was dangerous and she was safest by staying in one spot.
I’ve never had a lasting crush before, just these like one day things. I’m just in high school though, and I just started having crushes really, so I’m not quite sure how this love thing is supposed to work. Maybe I’ll achieve a long-term crush. You never know. I’m hoping that I figure it out someday though. C:
Books under their arms they all marched up the hills. Some had all sorts of exotic fruits and breads and cheeses in their bellies while others hadn’t had anything in days. At home some had beds while others had mats, but they all wore boots that crushed the spring clovers. Books under their arms, guides to refer too in case the leader was shot, in case their partners were shot, in case they were shot.
I like to drink orange crush. It’s sweet and sticky. It’s like orange juice but fun. Like if orange juice had an obnoxious little sister, it would be crush. But she’d be obnoxious not because she was mean, but because she was bubbly and fun and everyone liked her better than orange juice. Where Crush gets to be carefree and happy, OJ is the responsible one. I prefer crush to c-plus. That’s like orange juice’s ugly step sister, you know?
It always starts with a crush… and ends with being crushed.
The boy that’s always out of reach. The one that I won’t ever have the balls to talk to. The natural way of making sure that there’s always at least one girl that is lonely. The challenger of pride and vulnerability. The guy who you can’t get out of your head until he’s taking by a girl you can’t compete with.
The can of soda bounced off of the back of his head. He dropped with a yelp as it landed beside him with the sound of punctured aluminum. A moment later, he was covered in sticky orange ancient soda. Cathy watched from around the corner and decided that maybe there were better ways to let her secret crush be known.
I think of a girls feelings for a guy. The movie Crush. Orange pop. A broken Heart. a crushed can.Something that rhymes with blush.
he’s fucking annoying, really. I can’t believe that anybody like him would attract me. I mean, I’d crush him if I could. I really could. Wait a pain in my ass he is, y’know? I just hate people like that.
He’s not even that attractive anyway.
I just want to kiss him one more time because I’m only used to him kissing me. Fail on my part.
soda
sad
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Crush. Many different meanings to that one word.
Crush. To destroy, shatter, to suffocate.
Crush. To like, to love, to be infatuated by.
Crush. A type of drink, a verb, an emotion.
Crush. A word.
i love my friends. people think that’s weird but i really care, i care so much and think about them so much that my feelings exceed crush they are love. i’m going to college in the fall and i am afraid; of my potential and of loosing my friends….
I have a crush. Its on a girl. She knows it. I am a girl. I wish that she were ballsy enough to leave her inhibitions aside but she’s not. She scared shitless and I can’t do a thing. So that’s what she’ll always be. A crush.
could I call you that?
would you let me whisper it to any other soul..
or should I keep it locked away..
deep within the contents of my heart?
then how would I know if its real?
not just a secret, that I’ll let grow old, and covered with dust..
like last time.
I have this crush that I love. I guess he’s not really a crush then. he’s actually my boyfriend, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. he means so much to me, and i never want to lose him. his names nick, and although we’ve only been dating for about 7 months, he’s one of the most important people to me. I love him.
When I was six I had a crush on a boy named James. His hair was so blonde it was almost white, and he had adorable buck-teeth. I talked to him everyday at school, and I thought he was the cutest boy ever. As soon as first grade ended, he moved to New York. It broke my heart, but I’ll always remember him
i’m crushed. i have a crush on you. its bad. its unhealthy. i stay up late with my phone crushed to my face waiting for your 15th call about the project due tomorrow that you just started. and i’ll help you, thinking that one day you’ll realize how great i am. it crushes my spirit, my confidence.
Just happen. And you can´t do against that. Is beautiful and sometimes painful.
crush is something you do with a can. It’s something you feel for someone. It’s the beginning of love and it’s what your heart becomes if u get hurt crushed…
sometimes it’s hard for me to decide if I actually like somebody or not. it’s been so insane over the last three years (high school, pretty much…) and I really don’t know how to feel towards people anymore. I like this kid, my best friends dates him. I like this other kid and realize WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING! He’s like a brother to me. not a boyfriend. i’ve never dated and now I’m confused about who I like now. holy shit do I tell him? but he’s going to fucking rutgers! and now I don’t know what the hell to do.
I crush rock after rock against each other, hair sometimes catching on the edges. Tears, rage, frustration, some kind of joyful hopelessness – a million emotions and a million tiny splinters fly with each pound.
Butterflies. Giggles. Blush. Wave you over, give a little smile. Make light convo. All the while looking at your pretty lips, the way they move. Admiring your long lashes, the way the flutter. I wave you off, give a little wink.
I have such a huge crush on you! At first it was lustful, then silly, and now it’s getting serious. The crazy thing is that you feel the same way, on the same level, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had someone crushing on me so hard.
When I hear crush I think of a boy that I have a “crush” on. Two. Jake and Gabe. I think of love. I think of the drink. I think of a can getting crushed… Oddly enough… Yup.
Crushes are amazing. they are like vetables and like apple sauce. it takes 4 months to go from crushing to falling in love. I think crushes are very important to life and create a knowledge within you that you will never forget. Crushes help us to understand the other person and figure out if they are meant to be for us or if they are not. I’ve had enough crushes to last me a life time, and I think I’ve passed that stage many times.
i’ve had plenty of crushes. i like to crush things. that makes me think of the hulk. i have adhd so staying on the topic is kinda crushing me. bahaha. crush. i like crushed ice. i crush a lot of hearts. big ol crusher!
I have a crush on you
I feel so bubbly and happy
Butterflies everywhere
I just want to be kissed
The moment when you realize that the love of your life doesn’t love you back. It’s crushing to know that you’ll never be able to hold them, kiss them, claim that they’re yours. There’s not a day where I don’t feel that way. I miss you so much Dylan. I love you with everything I have.
she had no idea what came over her, it was so stupid! standing in the humid hot lobby, hesitating to press the buzzer. imagining his voice on the other end, and being unsure of what to say back. would she sound stupid to him? she didn’t understand the emotion, but she wanted so badly for him to take notice of her, and in a positive way. So what should she say?
crushed crackers, cereal, hearts, boxes, bones, ..