sex. passion having fun spending time with friends that you love taking pictures talking about everything and not having to care about anything or anyone. forgetting about the world and just thinking about yourself for the day. death is intense. remembering what your life could have been like. thinking about the things that should have been but arent… life. death. love. sex
The universe. Intense. The cosmic womb, bursting with dreams. Intense. A seething to create. Consume the chaos and spew out a new world. Cosmic fast food.
the feeling you get when you realize that your dreams are about to come true. and it feels like you’re holding onto a monkey bar and you are about to let go but you can’t. like you’re struggling. knowing everything that you’ve been working for is about to happen. that’s intense. that’s life. and that’s beautiful.
Your green eyes shine back at me. Such intensity. And I love you. Love the way you look at me. Love the way you hold me. Love the way you love me. Our love is intense. How many I love you’s can I possibly say?
the determination a real athlete has when theyre doing their sport, or the focus a scholar has during a test. basically the preformance level someone reaches while in their niche. complete and utter focus.
Intense rays of sunlight shone down on the scene, on the crowds and throngs of people. Each and every one of them, many different people, babies crying, young people, old people, disabled people, all nervously waiting for something to ignite.
The look in his eyes as he stared at her, such an intense amount of hatred and loathing, was so great, it was enough to send shivers down my spine. For once in my life, true fear had gripped me.
She stared intensely at the screen, having no idea what to write. Her entire future depended on her answering this one question correctly, but all she could think was “why would anybody care?” The question was ridiculous, and she knew it. But to write that would ensure she’d never get the job.
The feeling of the cheese grater against his finger shocked Terry. Immediately, blood began o flow from it, and it felt like an intense concentration of iron had been poured into the wound. He grimaced, hoping for the pain to go away.
Stronger than I anticipated, my feelings that is. I never thought I’d reach this point, fall so deep down the rabbit hole, but here I am, with constricting walls to sheer to scale. I guess my only choice is to keep going down, deeper, darker, more intense.
It was a moment I couldn’t forget. I was cold and the windows were fogging up, but it didn’t bother me. My foot hit the caution lights- we both froze. An awkward giggle, and then my very quick turning off of the lights. Flogging Molly was playing in the background. He was warm and close to me. This was what I wanted, and I knew it. No more regrets, no more nothing- it was time for me to intensify this relationship.
love is intense and so screaming at the top of your lung. running in tothe wind and being a child. when i dream the feeling is real and that is intense. the pain i feel when i can’t see you or hold you is intense. soo in tense i might cry. intense is being alive. the thoughts of dying are intense and the sound of that music makes and the way your heart can be moved by the littlest of words. i love you is intense, if you let it. intense is the experience you need to know that at the end of your days you have really lived and felt and cried andraged. intense is a friend in drama or your sister in a hospital. intense is the day breaking dawn. intense are the ideas that are only beginning to break into the social consciousness of the world.
pounding in between my skin and bones, pushing me forth into the fog where i fill myself with feeling from the core of the earth, sound noise sound noise every sense overflows in the tension it grows who knows where we scream ourselves out from?
“Father, son, and the holy ghost. Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Earth, sky, and sea. See? They all come in threes.” Jackson careened around the room and yanked on his hair as he named all the triads he could think of. “Life, death, rebirth. Solid, liquid, gas. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Oh man, it’s all so intense!” Now he stared up at the ceiling as if it would yield the secrets of the universe as murmured more triads. “Um, dude,” Toker raised his head off the floor blearily. “Speaking of breakfast, lunch and dinner, did you eat any of the brownies I had in the fridge?”
i feel intense when i feel like i have to prove myself to someone.
it is much os a stress to me as it is to the people around me.
i find it odd that people have to please other people and i feel intensely towards these things because i feel like it is not important to be able to please others.
what matters is that you are happy and content with what you are, who you are.
radiate happiness instead of lies.
frantic, traffic, technicolor explosions surround me with vivid imaginiation, churning and writhing with the weather or condition of the soul. powerful.
strong. passionate. crazy. too much. but i like it. its good. its fun. kinda scary. but real. not always. but cool. ………………………………………………………………….ten is in intense. sense intense. so you can feel instenity. imense. no emense.I dont care.
Intense reminds me of a really strong piece of gum. Or something really really strong. Like, overwhelmingly strong. Haha. Or a situation that’s crazy and overwhelming. Mint gum, though, that’s the first thing that came to mind. Those commercials with a rush of wind and water. Yknow?
The heat was so intense that he thought he might melt. Stan grabbed his hanky from his pocket and mopped his brow. Would he roll up his trousers and go for a paddle? He hadn’t done that in years. He smiled as he looked at his grandchildren who laughed as they played in the salty water. Stan laid back in the deckchair and closed his eyes.
moving places and frantic, traffic, noise and bantering back and forth. Writhing in movements of people and places, technicolor extreme velocity from nowhere to somewhere and fast.
intense. that was the word he used to describe out relationship. passionate, maddening. biting, scratching, but never learning from one another. my first love.
in tents! punnyyy. jack used this one while talking about how the relay for life was “in tents” and “intense” because uh uhhhhhhhhhhh there were tents. Life is intense. but you learn to live with it
His gaze was intense and unwavering. His pale blue eyes icy, his lips slightly downward bound at the edges. The back of my neck prickled when I picked up the unfriendly vibe, and suddenly his gaze made me feel unprotected, as if I were naked. I was intimidated by him.
It’s intense to be getting these headaches again and to be coughing all the time. Now my throat is sore, and I have to give a bunch of presentations the first three days next week. I hate feeling sickly and that makes me feel intense for sure! Wish me luck at the Dr.’s in the morning! Thanks!
SOFTBALL, THATS WHAT THEY ALWAYS TOLD US. GO OUT THERE AND GIVE IT YOUR BEST WITH ALL THE INTENSITY THAT YOU HAVE. EVEN OUR UNIFORMS SAID INTENSE. IT WAS THERE, YOU COULD SMELL IT, THE OPPONENTS COULD FEEL IT, EVEN OUR FANS.. WE WERE INTENSE.
I feel an intense excitement at the possiblity that I may actually have what it takes to go to school and learn how to help in a meaningful way… has the help I have been providing not already been meaningful? No time for doubt here… just time to take the next step. Yes is my answer. I can feel my heart beating yes.
watching the world from passive eyes suddenly my world is filled with vibrant colors. not only are soccer players going at each others throats but even my love life has an unmatched intensity. I’ve never been so scared before.
If all my feelings qere quite intense as I wish, I could not handle it. my wish for it surpasses my capacity.
sex. passion having fun spending time with friends that you love taking pictures talking about everything and not having to care about anything or anyone. forgetting about the world and just thinking about yourself for the day. death is intense. remembering what your life could have been like. thinking about the things that should have been but arent… life. death. love. sex
The universe. Intense. The cosmic womb, bursting with dreams. Intense. A seething to create. Consume the chaos and spew out a new world. Cosmic fast food.
the feeling you get when you realize that your dreams are about to come true. and it feels like you’re holding onto a monkey bar and you are about to let go but you can’t. like you’re struggling. knowing everything that you’ve been working for is about to happen. that’s intense. that’s life. and that’s beautiful.
Your green eyes shine back at me. Such intensity. And I love you. Love the way you look at me. Love the way you hold me. Love the way you love me. Our love is intense. How many I love you’s can I possibly say?
the determination a real athlete has when theyre doing their sport, or the focus a scholar has during a test. basically the preformance level someone reaches while in their niche. complete and utter focus.
Intense rays of sunlight shone down on the scene, on the crowds and throngs of people. Each and every one of them, many different people, babies crying, young people, old people, disabled people, all nervously waiting for something to ignite.
The feeling, your eyes, the moment when you touched my hand, the moment when our lips touched for the first time. Everything was so… intense
the intensity of any thing depends upon how intensely u think. its directly proportional to thinking n is relative
The look in his eyes as he stared at her, such an intense amount of hatred and loathing, was so great, it was enough to send shivers down my spine. For once in my life, true fear had gripped me.
She stared intensely at the screen, having no idea what to write. Her entire future depended on her answering this one question correctly, but all she could think was “why would anybody care?” The question was ridiculous, and she knew it. But to write that would ensure she’d never get the job.
The feeling of the cheese grater against his finger shocked Terry. Immediately, blood began o flow from it, and it felt like an intense concentration of iron had been poured into the wound. He grimaced, hoping for the pain to go away.
t did not.
Stronger than I anticipated, my feelings that is. I never thought I’d reach this point, fall so deep down the rabbit hole, but here I am, with constricting walls to sheer to scale. I guess my only choice is to keep going down, deeper, darker, more intense.
It was a moment I couldn’t forget. I was cold and the windows were fogging up, but it didn’t bother me. My foot hit the caution lights- we both froze. An awkward giggle, and then my very quick turning off of the lights. Flogging Molly was playing in the background. He was warm and close to me. This was what I wanted, and I knew it. No more regrets, no more nothing- it was time for me to intensify this relationship.
love is intense and so screaming at the top of your lung. running in tothe wind and being a child. when i dream the feeling is real and that is intense. the pain i feel when i can’t see you or hold you is intense. soo in tense i might cry. intense is being alive. the thoughts of dying are intense and the sound of that music makes and the way your heart can be moved by the littlest of words. i love you is intense, if you let it. intense is the experience you need to know that at the end of your days you have really lived and felt and cried andraged. intense is a friend in drama or your sister in a hospital. intense is the day breaking dawn. intense are the ideas that are only beginning to break into the social consciousness of the world.
pounding in between my skin and bones, pushing me forth into the fog where i fill myself with feeling from the core of the earth, sound noise sound noise every sense overflows in the tension it grows who knows where we scream ourselves out from?
“Father, son, and the holy ghost. Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Earth, sky, and sea. See? They all come in threes.” Jackson careened around the room and yanked on his hair as he named all the triads he could think of. “Life, death, rebirth. Solid, liquid, gas. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Oh man, it’s all so intense!” Now he stared up at the ceiling as if it would yield the secrets of the universe as murmured more triads. “Um, dude,” Toker raised his head off the floor blearily. “Speaking of breakfast, lunch and dinner, did you eat any of the brownies I had in the fridge?”
Intense..i dont know what to say.
i feel intense when i feel like i have to prove myself to someone.
it is much os a stress to me as it is to the people around me.
i find it odd that people have to please other people and i feel intensely towards these things because i feel like it is not important to be able to please others.
what matters is that you are happy and content with what you are, who you are.
radiate happiness instead of lies.
striking
emotions that cannot be captured and shouldn’t be. a flavor that makes the rest seem dull would be the tangible evidence of it.
frantic, traffic, technicolor explosions surround me with vivid imaginiation, churning and writhing with the weather or condition of the soul. powerful.
I drank too much coffee and now everything is intense. I can’t think. I can’t write. So I came here.
Jesus Christ. Nothing.
Writer’s block is really just another term for being an idiot.
A strong presence; may it physical or emotional even spiritual.
Very strong
strong. passionate. crazy. too much. but i like it. its good. its fun. kinda scary. but real. not always. but cool. ………………………………………………………………….ten is in intense. sense intense. so you can feel instenity. imense. no emense.I dont care.
Intense reminds me of a really strong piece of gum. Or something really really strong. Like, overwhelmingly strong. Haha. Or a situation that’s crazy and overwhelming. Mint gum, though, that’s the first thing that came to mind. Those commercials with a rush of wind and water. Yknow?
The heat was so intense that he thought he might melt. Stan grabbed his hanky from his pocket and mopped his brow. Would he roll up his trousers and go for a paddle? He hadn’t done that in years. He smiled as he looked at his grandchildren who laughed as they played in the salty water. Stan laid back in the deckchair and closed his eyes.
All we are is sound and light
So let us be loud
And let us burn bright
moving places and frantic, traffic, noise and bantering back and forth. Writhing in movements of people and places, technicolor extreme velocity from nowhere to somewhere and fast.
intense. that was the word he used to describe out relationship. passionate, maddening. biting, scratching, but never learning from one another. my first love.
in tents! punnyyy. jack used this one while talking about how the relay for life was “in tents” and “intense” because uh uhhhhhhhhhhh there were tents. Life is intense. but you learn to live with it
intense. it’s the only word that comes to mind when i hear your voice.
Savouring the intensity of not knowing.
“shit,” he said, stumbling out of the car, “that was intense. you’re one terrible driver.”
“fuck you.” I said, and slammed the door.
His gaze was intense and unwavering. His pale blue eyes icy, his lips slightly downward bound at the edges. The back of my neck prickled when I picked up the unfriendly vibe, and suddenly his gaze made me feel unprotected, as if I were naked. I was intimidated by him.
do you feel it? in the pit of your stomach? the soles of your feet? the bottom of your lungs? here it comes.
It’s intense to be getting these headaches again and to be coughing all the time. Now my throat is sore, and I have to give a bunch of presentations the first three days next week. I hate feeling sickly and that makes me feel intense for sure! Wish me luck at the Dr.’s in the morning! Thanks!
SOFTBALL, THATS WHAT THEY ALWAYS TOLD US. GO OUT THERE AND GIVE IT YOUR BEST WITH ALL THE INTENSITY THAT YOU HAVE. EVEN OUR UNIFORMS SAID INTENSE. IT WAS THERE, YOU COULD SMELL IT, THE OPPONENTS COULD FEEL IT, EVEN OUR FANS.. WE WERE INTENSE.
I feel an intense excitement at the possiblity that I may actually have what it takes to go to school and learn how to help in a meaningful way… has the help I have been providing not already been meaningful? No time for doubt here… just time to take the next step. Yes is my answer. I can feel my heart beating yes.
watching the world from passive eyes suddenly my world is filled with vibrant colors. not only are soccer players going at each others throats but even my love life has an unmatched intensity. I’ve never been so scared before.