looking at people really makes me think. Especially on the bus. I’ll glance at someone, sometimes making a quick eye contact and i start making all these judgement and assumptions about them and their life. I wonder what they used to be like and what they will be, just because of a simple glance.
jellybelly.
seeing something for a split second. passing someone on the street for a meer second. peering into thier lives for a moment. continue on your path
Winter C. Apple
look glimpse quickly quick looking eyes him flowers christine
tin
i saw her there. again, this morning as on most other mornings on the train to work. just sitting there, reading. i admired. and finally, she looked up. once, she looked up and saw me. our eyes bored into each others.
Dustin
At second glance she was something new. Not the same eyes, the same hair, the same little girl laugh.
Jesse
She glanced at the man nervously, not understanding why he was staring at her in the first place. Was she out of place? Was it her shoes? Her skirt? Her blouse? Did she spill something? She didn’t like the look of the guy at all. Maybe it was his intense grey eyes. Or his casual slouch. Something wasn’t right at all, she thought to herself. And yet, it felt very right at the same time.
Mia
I glanced backwards quickly, my breath catching, as my mind attempted to process what I had just seen. It was him, wasn’t it? That had to be him, that too familiar shaggy brown hair that was melting into the crowded hallway. My breath came in gasps as I lost sight of him and fell into the wall behind me. What was he doing back?
Jen
i saw him briefly and there was nothing i could do. the glance, the stare, the brief flutter of eye contact, it was like a rose petal hanging on for life to a wilted bud. it detaches, it falls, and it dies, without ever having a chance. there was no chance, there was nothing i could do, and he was gone.
lori
a second ago there was only me and nothing else, and i look up, a calamity. the mirror frozen with my dumb face. no thought enters me but the shortness of my breath was vibrating against us both.
pinecone
Yeah I glanced at you. You’re really cute and I couldn’t help it. No, I don’t think we’ll get married or buy a house with a picket fence in front. But I just happened to notice you… so I glanced.
I kind of wonder if you glanced too.
noormol
glance is an interesting word and I am thinking of glancing at a woman, at the Library lets say. You are on the computer in an open public space with many people around and you pretend to be completly focused on what you are working on and then out of no where you glance around to see who else is around and make eye contact looking to see a beautiful woman who will solve all your problems and give you eternal salvation.
Neil
A glance in her direction was the last thing he would ever wish, he never did. It was with that one glance that his life would change for good. Her beauty was uncanny.
Stephen Reeder
At a glance. I can’t believe it’s been three years, and we’re so young, and we’ve gotten nowhere. What will happen?
I don’t know what to do about you. Do we feel anymore? Are we just afraid to let go? Do we just not want to? What do we do for each other except be there?
Cutie
at a glance you can see almost everything, and yet nothing at all. In one moment all the wonders of a single glance can be captured by our ever curious eyes, enveloping the images presented in splashes of colors so ornate that a glace is hardly enough to truly realize what it is we are seeing
Moni
There are moments when I tilt my head just slightly askance; I hardly urge my eyes to flick leftward, but I hear you yell something ridiculous and stretch out, triceps colossally shifting in a way I can do nothing but admire in the opposite sex, and in a manner that has something to do with magnets I can’t help but glance your way.
jordan
Your eyes should rather glance at jolly spirits
without any souls behind the look
your eyes should never stare at my dead limits
your eyes just be a trap behind a book.
The pages of your novel are gap and whitened,
but I will still be here, and read it all;
if you feel sad or tired, maybe frightened
just kill the one who never lost control.
Your eyes, they’d never stare at ugly devils
as long as they’re mine, just like yourself
your mouth is sewn, and your ears are bleeding
just close your horror book and put it on my shelf.
jennysweetie
I glanced at a girl with hair blond like my mother’s was before she passed away. She was sitting at a coffee bar with a friend who was ugly as sin, and knew it. She caught me staring and I blushed, red like my mother’s blood, before she passed away.
Fish
she glanced over at the man sitting to her left. it was a cloudy day outside and his reflection was made plain in the smeared window of the bus that lurched from side to side as it ran over the bumps in the road. his face was angry.
flora
My face twitches as the glance brushes over the land quickly and remotely. Lucy Liu catches my attention. This movie is clearly a matrix knock off. Kill Bill was an important movie for me.
Nathan Burgess
glass
Claire Hensley
this is a joke, right, a simple joke? glancing at me… take those eyes somewhere else! there’s no need for that kind of blatant staring here. we’re all equals, in an unequal world, and i can’t have you watching me and making others think i’m different, because i’m not. you were just stupid enough to notice me in the crowd.
abigail
With the very first glance I knew I would always be tortured by the bricked in doorway. What could possibly be behind it? Treasure? Glory? An empty bit of leftover building space? It didn’t matter. I needed to get behind it desperately. Late at night I would sit in front of it with my ear pressed against the cold concrete. Someday.
Jeff Nelson
Look back. Wait no. I jerk my head back forward, realizing already that everyone in the room knows EXACTLY who I was looking at. It’s kind of embarassing, even though everyone already knows. Why me?
mc
a glance is different from a look. different from a gaze. different from a stare, glare, or lifeless glazed look. it’s indifferent; it has no motive or subtext.
Gage
i focus on the fine-tuned, fair-weather, waivering hypothesis of this day, this night, stretching long and intertwining with me until a glance tell me this moment is no longer true, and has ever only existed in my mind.
lrobs
i glance at logan and see a slut.
he smells of multiple women and old vodka.
he whistles a and glances at everything that has legs.
he is a manwhore.
I HATE LOGAN FOWLER
by the way. tiana smells. BADDDDDD.
tiana lewis smells
wouldn’t you know it, boy. Most people would have stared — nay! you glanced. It was normal. people died, you continued.
Wat
How much can you see?
How much can you learn?
How much adventure can be found?
In A Glance.
Vincent Kross
De schittering van je lippen, die me nu verblindt door alleen maar te lachen, te lachen van oor tot oor. Je bent precies wat ik altijd al had willen hebben, alles heb je wat ik in een jongen zoek. Maar je bent niet mijn vriend die naast me staat met een zelfde geweldige lach maar zonder die glans, die glans die me nu net zo laat gloeien van liefde.
angelique
the first time I glanced your way, I didn’t look again. However, I learned fast, and soon I was searching for you. After passing that point, I’ve gone back to never looking twice. Honestly, it’s not me, it’s you.
reya
“THAT DRUNKARD WILLARD WILL STARE AND GLANCE AT THELMA”
is an anagram of
“THAT DRUNK WILLARD DANCES WITH ELLA AND TALL MARGARET”
Anonymous
It’s just a glance of His majesty, but it’s awesome.
Bigbaer
something that could mean anything just because you won’t have enough time to recognize it. you are just going to interpret it somehow.
Anonymous
The old man glances on his watch and sees that much time has passed since the last time he had seen it. Indeed, it seems as if time travels in strange ways, when you are young a minute takes an hour when you are middle aged an hour takes a minute and when you are old a minute takes a year.
Andrei Bergthold
She barely gave him a second glance, but the look of his face stayed with her late into the night. It wasn’t a handsome face, but interesting and had a sensitive look about it. Deep blues eyes set in a tanned lined face; he looked like someone who spent a lot of time outdoors.
Rox
at first glance she wished she had never walked that direction. the last person she wanted to she and the last thing she wanted to think about. all these glances from strangers were nothing compared to the cold, hard stare that person was giving her now. this is it, this is the exact moment i have been dreading.
Kjerstin Wood
Some times i glance at cute boys and people who look like popular people but I have A huge head ache so I glanced in the cabin medicine and theres nothing thats going to work on this fever I’ah brewing I hate it I keep glancing at the TV and sunny with a chance is playing
Lin
you glanced behind, under the pretense that you were looking for your dog. they were still behind you, acting like they were ambling along but that didn’t fool you. they had been behind you for ten minutes now, and were ever so slowly getting closer.
elosie
his glanced burned through the people on the bus. S scopophiliac he controled them with his gaze. or thought he did. Soon they would be hypnotized. soon his!MUHAHAHHAAH.
looking at people really makes me think. Especially on the bus. I’ll glance at someone, sometimes making a quick eye contact and i start making all these judgement and assumptions about them and their life. I wonder what they used to be like and what they will be, just because of a simple glance.
seeing something for a split second. passing someone on the street for a meer second. peering into thier lives for a moment. continue on your path
look glimpse quickly quick looking eyes him flowers christine
i saw her there. again, this morning as on most other mornings on the train to work. just sitting there, reading. i admired. and finally, she looked up. once, she looked up and saw me. our eyes bored into each others.
At second glance she was something new. Not the same eyes, the same hair, the same little girl laugh.
She glanced at the man nervously, not understanding why he was staring at her in the first place. Was she out of place? Was it her shoes? Her skirt? Her blouse? Did she spill something? She didn’t like the look of the guy at all. Maybe it was his intense grey eyes. Or his casual slouch. Something wasn’t right at all, she thought to herself. And yet, it felt very right at the same time.
I glanced backwards quickly, my breath catching, as my mind attempted to process what I had just seen. It was him, wasn’t it? That had to be him, that too familiar shaggy brown hair that was melting into the crowded hallway. My breath came in gasps as I lost sight of him and fell into the wall behind me. What was he doing back?
i saw him briefly and there was nothing i could do. the glance, the stare, the brief flutter of eye contact, it was like a rose petal hanging on for life to a wilted bud. it detaches, it falls, and it dies, without ever having a chance. there was no chance, there was nothing i could do, and he was gone.
a second ago there was only me and nothing else, and i look up, a calamity. the mirror frozen with my dumb face. no thought enters me but the shortness of my breath was vibrating against us both.
Yeah I glanced at you. You’re really cute and I couldn’t help it. No, I don’t think we’ll get married or buy a house with a picket fence in front. But I just happened to notice you… so I glanced.
I kind of wonder if you glanced too.
glance is an interesting word and I am thinking of glancing at a woman, at the Library lets say. You are on the computer in an open public space with many people around and you pretend to be completly focused on what you are working on and then out of no where you glance around to see who else is around and make eye contact looking to see a beautiful woman who will solve all your problems and give you eternal salvation.
A glance in her direction was the last thing he would ever wish, he never did. It was with that one glance that his life would change for good. Her beauty was uncanny.
At a glance. I can’t believe it’s been three years, and we’re so young, and we’ve gotten nowhere. What will happen?
I don’t know what to do about you. Do we feel anymore? Are we just afraid to let go? Do we just not want to? What do we do for each other except be there?
at a glance you can see almost everything, and yet nothing at all. In one moment all the wonders of a single glance can be captured by our ever curious eyes, enveloping the images presented in splashes of colors so ornate that a glace is hardly enough to truly realize what it is we are seeing
There are moments when I tilt my head just slightly askance; I hardly urge my eyes to flick leftward, but I hear you yell something ridiculous and stretch out, triceps colossally shifting in a way I can do nothing but admire in the opposite sex, and in a manner that has something to do with magnets I can’t help but glance your way.
Your eyes should rather glance at jolly spirits
without any souls behind the look
your eyes should never stare at my dead limits
your eyes just be a trap behind a book.
The pages of your novel are gap and whitened,
but I will still be here, and read it all;
if you feel sad or tired, maybe frightened
just kill the one who never lost control.
Your eyes, they’d never stare at ugly devils
as long as they’re mine, just like yourself
your mouth is sewn, and your ears are bleeding
just close your horror book and put it on my shelf.
I glanced at a girl with hair blond like my mother’s was before she passed away. She was sitting at a coffee bar with a friend who was ugly as sin, and knew it. She caught me staring and I blushed, red like my mother’s blood, before she passed away.
she glanced over at the man sitting to her left. it was a cloudy day outside and his reflection was made plain in the smeared window of the bus that lurched from side to side as it ran over the bumps in the road. his face was angry.
My face twitches as the glance brushes over the land quickly and remotely. Lucy Liu catches my attention. This movie is clearly a matrix knock off. Kill Bill was an important movie for me.
glass
this is a joke, right, a simple joke? glancing at me… take those eyes somewhere else! there’s no need for that kind of blatant staring here. we’re all equals, in an unequal world, and i can’t have you watching me and making others think i’m different, because i’m not. you were just stupid enough to notice me in the crowd.
With the very first glance I knew I would always be tortured by the bricked in doorway. What could possibly be behind it? Treasure? Glory? An empty bit of leftover building space? It didn’t matter. I needed to get behind it desperately. Late at night I would sit in front of it with my ear pressed against the cold concrete. Someday.
Look back. Wait no. I jerk my head back forward, realizing already that everyone in the room knows EXACTLY who I was looking at. It’s kind of embarassing, even though everyone already knows. Why me?
a glance is different from a look. different from a gaze. different from a stare, glare, or lifeless glazed look. it’s indifferent; it has no motive or subtext.
i focus on the fine-tuned, fair-weather, waivering hypothesis of this day, this night, stretching long and intertwining with me until a glance tell me this moment is no longer true, and has ever only existed in my mind.
i glance at logan and see a slut.
he smells of multiple women and old vodka.
he whistles a and glances at everything that has legs.
he is a manwhore.
by the way. tiana smells. BADDDDDD.
wouldn’t you know it, boy. Most people would have stared — nay! you glanced. It was normal. people died, you continued.
How much can you see?
How much can you learn?
How much adventure can be found?
In A Glance.
De schittering van je lippen, die me nu verblindt door alleen maar te lachen, te lachen van oor tot oor. Je bent precies wat ik altijd al had willen hebben, alles heb je wat ik in een jongen zoek. Maar je bent niet mijn vriend die naast me staat met een zelfde geweldige lach maar zonder die glans, die glans die me nu net zo laat gloeien van liefde.
the first time I glanced your way, I didn’t look again. However, I learned fast, and soon I was searching for you. After passing that point, I’ve gone back to never looking twice. Honestly, it’s not me, it’s you.
“THAT DRUNKARD WILLARD WILL STARE AND GLANCE AT THELMA”
is an anagram of
“THAT DRUNK WILLARD DANCES WITH ELLA AND TALL MARGARET”
It’s just a glance of His majesty, but it’s awesome.
something that could mean anything just because you won’t have enough time to recognize it. you are just going to interpret it somehow.
The old man glances on his watch and sees that much time has passed since the last time he had seen it. Indeed, it seems as if time travels in strange ways, when you are young a minute takes an hour when you are middle aged an hour takes a minute and when you are old a minute takes a year.
She barely gave him a second glance, but the look of his face stayed with her late into the night. It wasn’t a handsome face, but interesting and had a sensitive look about it. Deep blues eyes set in a tanned lined face; he looked like someone who spent a lot of time outdoors.
at first glance she wished she had never walked that direction. the last person she wanted to she and the last thing she wanted to think about. all these glances from strangers were nothing compared to the cold, hard stare that person was giving her now. this is it, this is the exact moment i have been dreading.
Some times i glance at cute boys and people who look like popular people but I have A huge head ache so I glanced in the cabin medicine and theres nothing thats going to work on this fever I’ah brewing I hate it I keep glancing at the TV and sunny with a chance is playing
you glanced behind, under the pretense that you were looking for your dog. they were still behind you, acting like they were ambling along but that didn’t fool you. they had been behind you for ten minutes now, and were ever so slowly getting closer.
his glanced burned through the people on the bus. S scopophiliac he controled them with his gaze. or thought he did. Soon they would be hypnotized. soon his!MUHAHAHHAAH.