What hobby passion fun creative love going just piquee hinder change some sarcasm hint axctivity wild boy sun song hilarious fiesta violin mission epiphany
chloe
when you like someone and you find interest in them as you might find them attractive or even capable of what you want. interest could also mean something about financial states and such. interest is also when you’re interested in someone or an object. “I am interested in this guy named camillo or khan” yep
kristin buenaventura
hobbies things that u like there your fortay
Florence
If nothing interests you you’re dead. Get a hobby, pick an activity, knowledge set that will challenge you, invigorate you, force you to work to get better. If you don’t you’re not moving forward and you’re as good as gone.
This is intermission in painting. Trying to maintain my interest in painting depends on this random rewards when I let myself do something else for a short while. It is tempting to carry on and not go back, but too long away and the brush will be hard and the paint crusty. Time to go back now.
“I’m interested in you,” he breathed, lips almost touching her ear.
“Wha-?”
“I’m interested to know how your blood-” hands sliding down her arms- “will trickle down your cracked skin-” musingly drawing circles on her clammy skin- “or whether they will run down my arms and weave a pattern of circles onto your-” hands fumbling with her shirt buttons- “tanned stomach. Will you disappoint me?”
Ollie
Once a boy told a girl he was interested in her.
The girl showed no interest and walked away.
And the boy lived happily ever after, the end.
i told you my interest you. i am geting things you make my head is read green pale shaped. my thoughts are distrupted and i dont care for the mispelled words. i,m interested in shit i cant have my face is cut in half. wheres the glue. i need you.
Caleb
Anything you keep thinking about and wish or hope or sometimes expect to possess.
Anjani Keshari
Something caught her attention. She shifted her eyes to the right. Nothing.
She sighed to herself; she was in an empty hallway in a quiet apartment complex, and still her nerves were on over drive. It could be because of who you’re here to see, her mind taunted. She closed eyes and continued down the hall.
what sparks it, what makes you feel. Find it, you’ll know. You can look at a color and feel it, you can walk through a familiar place or see a face that reminds you of the interest you once had, even still have. To be interesting is also an aspect. Are you interested in being interesting?
She had taken an interest in the quiet look about him.
He had taken an interest in her bubbly laughter.
She had taken an interest in breaking down his walls.
He had taken an interest in being the one to make her smile.
Is it weird that my interest in this website is based on my itchy thighs? Because I think it might be. They are terrible to live with. I don’t know how to I do it. How I live with the itching, the redness, the stinging, the sound. It is nasty! I don’t even know how my poor roommate lives with my itchy thighs. At least I have found a place to write about them. This way I can avoid the topic in conversation. We all know how well that would go over….
An interest.
That’s what it began with..
A simple interest.,
Now we sit.
Still in love but too far apart.
It will never be the same.
Or maybe it will?
‘Cuz we love each other too much to just give up..
Only thing that can stop us, is us.
lauren
One of these days I will show people what my main interest in life is. I will share that part of myself with everyone, and they will finally know the real me.
he showed interest. i sensed this by the way he looked me up and down and lingered on my lips. which tingled. aware that it was being admired. then slowly his interest moved to my eyes i gazed back, invitation clear as day
I have interests in lots of things but I feel like don’t really have the time to develop these interests. I want to have more time to read about things. I want to have more time to watch documentaries on things I am interested in as well
Amanda
The intricate design of your heartstrings draw me in closer, and I long to feel how warm you are.
Many people may think that I am indifferent to many things but in reality, everything interests me.
PetitePommes
It’s a curious thing – interest. How do you define it and where does it come from? What leevls of it exist – an interest you were born with, an interest by proxy, an interest that’s feigned.
no one is interested in me anymore
i walk around this castle wondering
will it last forever?after I am gone
taking the history to another page
the quill scribbles faster hearing me
linger over the words i want to leave behind
another will follow in another generation
will he find what i intend him to find?
i cannot stand another moment
my body is waning into nothing
will his interest wane when he finds me?
I am interested in you. I dont understand it because really youre not my usual type. I like someone who can do me good and remind me of why I am a woman. But still… you intrigue me in ways that I cannot imagine. Im interested in who you are as a person and what made you into the person that you are. I love the way you treat me.
Gosh! And to ever think that I was interested in the poor boy. Ha! He’s so pathetic he’s gone delusional. Me, a courtesan of the highest order, to even glance upon the makings of a peasant. The thought disgusts me and causes my stomach to turn. I flip the card over, the scrawl of his declarations of unrequited love dedicated to me. Sighing I threw it into the hearth, the flames engulfing and greedily licking at the paper immediately. It wasn’t my fault that I was so loved. But oh, how it suited me.
I am not interested in listening to your excuses. You lie and lie, and then think I’ll fall for the poisonous words you’ve charmed with your sweet and velvety voice. I am not your possession. I do not belong to you. Why then? Why then do I fall down to your feet, worshiping you!
Who are you?
You are not my master.
I make my own life. I carve my own destiny.
I do not need a man in my life to be something – to feel as though I am of value!
Why can’t they understand?
aisha
Oh goodness, what is my interest?? I have so many at the moment, I will call them wishes. I wish to be with him again, I wish to get over him, I wish to have fun again, I wish to be loved and wanted again and better, I wish so much and I am simply interested in being happy. Just the utterly contentedness that I had achieved before all this nonsense you caused me. I have not lost interest in you, I probably never will. But I wish to, because you have lost interest in me and do not deserve me. Those who have interest in me are the only that I am going to invest my time in. So go away now! Get out of my head and leave me be.
He looked at me with interest. I could feel my heart beat faster. I just wanted to go out and have a good time, not deal with this. I pretended to read a text from someone so I looked busy, but I didn’t miss him slowly inch closer and closer to me. I tried my hardest to keep from shaking.
Lack of interest—that’s where it all began. He had started to lose focus in the classroom and missing work. His main priority was sleeping to avoid all the pain he felt inside. His interests suffered and he could no longer make sense of the world surrounding him. Depression, he would say, I now know what you feel like.
T
I have in interest in the future. What it may hold, what it will bring me. I am even more interested by the fact that there is nothing I can do to change what the future holds. I can try to make every good decision I can, but the fact that my life has a planned future will not change. I cannot change what’s for me, no matter what I think I can do to make it how it should be. How it’s going to be is how it should be. I am interested in that.
Amanda
I hate this interest I have in him. It’s a fascination really, one I cannot control. My friends believe it is simply a phase, however, I know differently. It’s an obsession, I think. I’m obsessed with his baby blue eyes that sparkle like icicles in the winter and his soft chestnut brown hair that falls just so perfectly on his tanned face.
I told her she was crazy for being so interested in such a crazy idea. But I suppose it was a good one in the end. Her persepective changed and with it, came a new person. It was simply amazing. The change was perfection. She was more engaged in our conversations, move lively and much happier.
Kelsey
The most beautiful thing you can do in your life is to get others’ to see the most beautiful thing in their lives which is their lives. Their tremendous, tremendous lives. How they are the story of mankind. If you really see that, it’s a tremendous vitality, energy, beauty, love, because it’s no longer a small entity struggling in the corner of the earth. You are part of this whole humanity, life, earth, cosmos beyond. A story infinitely, infinitely more epic than Lord of The Rings. The magician’s greatest trick was tricking ourselves that magic is not real.
Americas will only hold interest if it is shiny or colorful. It can be simple minded and dumb, yet needs a fit body, fake hair, makeup, and expensive clothing. No intelligence is needed, so don’t waste your time on that.
An interest is something like fishing or stamp collecting or wearing fishnets and licking stamps for the sake of some pathetic guy who likes to be dominated by a sultry woman who also does mundane everyday activities, like licking stamps and making coffee.
I had a sudden interest in the way he was looking at me. The dark blue eyes just peered at me from across the room. I didn’t know who he was, and as far as I knew he didn’t know who I was. There was something there though, and I still to this day, wish I would have said something to him, the man with the dark blue eyes.
Taylor
The interest that I have in my life is so much different from where it was in years gone by. I used to want to chase frogs and animals, but now I chase money and women. I wouldn’t change anything, but I know that I that my interests in mine, and mine alone.
JPHuber
Too many interests in too many places. It all surges together in a whirlpool of want and desire. Too much pulling in many directions, it’s no surprise really though…is it? No.
You were charming, kind, stable, mature and grounded.
And that’s exactly why you didn’t pique my interest.
You were boring.
There was genuine interest glimmering in her eyes as she regarded me. “So you’re saying that you came back from the dead?”
My answer came out small, gruff, and almost inaudible beneath my embarrassment. “Something like that.”
What hobby passion fun creative love going just piquee hinder change some sarcasm hint axctivity wild boy sun song hilarious fiesta violin mission epiphany
when you like someone and you find interest in them as you might find them attractive or even capable of what you want. interest could also mean something about financial states and such. interest is also when you’re interested in someone or an object. “I am interested in this guy named camillo or khan” yep
hobbies things that u like there your fortay
If nothing interests you you’re dead. Get a hobby, pick an activity, knowledge set that will challenge you, invigorate you, force you to work to get better. If you don’t you’re not moving forward and you’re as good as gone.
This is intermission in painting. Trying to maintain my interest in painting depends on this random rewards when I let myself do something else for a short while. It is tempting to carry on and not go back, but too long away and the brush will be hard and the paint crusty. Time to go back now.
“I’m interested in you,” he breathed, lips almost touching her ear.
“Wha-?”
“I’m interested to know how your blood-” hands sliding down her arms- “will trickle down your cracked skin-” musingly drawing circles on her clammy skin- “or whether they will run down my arms and weave a pattern of circles onto your-” hands fumbling with her shirt buttons- “tanned stomach. Will you disappoint me?”
Once a boy told a girl he was interested in her.
The girl showed no interest and walked away.
And the boy lived happily ever after, the end.
You interest me in ways I have only before seen nature accomplish.
i told you my interest you. i am geting things you make my head is read green pale shaped. my thoughts are distrupted and i dont care for the mispelled words. i,m interested in shit i cant have my face is cut in half. wheres the glue. i need you.
Anything you keep thinking about and wish or hope or sometimes expect to possess.
Something caught her attention. She shifted her eyes to the right. Nothing.
She sighed to herself; she was in an empty hallway in a quiet apartment complex, and still her nerves were on over drive. It could be because of who you’re here to see, her mind taunted. She closed eyes and continued down the hall.
He opened the door before she could knock.
what sparks it, what makes you feel. Find it, you’ll know. You can look at a color and feel it, you can walk through a familiar place or see a face that reminds you of the interest you once had, even still have. To be interesting is also an aspect. Are you interested in being interesting?
She takes interest in her rest.
She had taken an interest in the quiet look about him.
He had taken an interest in her bubbly laughter.
She had taken an interest in breaking down his walls.
He had taken an interest in being the one to make her smile.
Is it weird that my interest in this website is based on my itchy thighs? Because I think it might be. They are terrible to live with. I don’t know how to I do it. How I live with the itching, the redness, the stinging, the sound. It is nasty! I don’t even know how my poor roommate lives with my itchy thighs. At least I have found a place to write about them. This way I can avoid the topic in conversation. We all know how well that would go over….
An interest.
That’s what it began with..
A simple interest.,
Now we sit.
Still in love but too far apart.
It will never be the same.
Or maybe it will?
‘Cuz we love each other too much to just give up..
Only thing that can stop us, is us.
One of these days I will show people what my main interest in life is. I will share that part of myself with everyone, and they will finally know the real me.
he showed interest. i sensed this by the way he looked me up and down and lingered on my lips. which tingled. aware that it was being admired. then slowly his interest moved to my eyes i gazed back, invitation clear as day
I have interests in lots of things but I feel like don’t really have the time to develop these interests. I want to have more time to read about things. I want to have more time to watch documentaries on things I am interested in as well
The intricate design of your heartstrings draw me in closer, and I long to feel how warm you are.
Many people may think that I am indifferent to many things but in reality, everything interests me.
It’s a curious thing – interest. How do you define it and where does it come from? What leevls of it exist – an interest you were born with, an interest by proxy, an interest that’s feigned.
no one is interested in me anymore
i walk around this castle wondering
will it last forever?after I am gone
taking the history to another page
the quill scribbles faster hearing me
linger over the words i want to leave behind
another will follow in another generation
will he find what i intend him to find?
i cannot stand another moment
my body is waning into nothing
will his interest wane when he finds me?
I am interested in you. I dont understand it because really youre not my usual type. I like someone who can do me good and remind me of why I am a woman. But still… you intrigue me in ways that I cannot imagine. Im interested in who you are as a person and what made you into the person that you are. I love the way you treat me.
Gosh! And to ever think that I was interested in the poor boy. Ha! He’s so pathetic he’s gone delusional. Me, a courtesan of the highest order, to even glance upon the makings of a peasant. The thought disgusts me and causes my stomach to turn. I flip the card over, the scrawl of his declarations of unrequited love dedicated to me. Sighing I threw it into the hearth, the flames engulfing and greedily licking at the paper immediately. It wasn’t my fault that I was so loved. But oh, how it suited me.
I am not interested in listening to your excuses. You lie and lie, and then think I’ll fall for the poisonous words you’ve charmed with your sweet and velvety voice. I am not your possession. I do not belong to you. Why then? Why then do I fall down to your feet, worshiping you!
Who are you?
You are not my master.
I make my own life. I carve my own destiny.
I do not need a man in my life to be something – to feel as though I am of value!
Why can’t they understand?
Oh goodness, what is my interest?? I have so many at the moment, I will call them wishes. I wish to be with him again, I wish to get over him, I wish to have fun again, I wish to be loved and wanted again and better, I wish so much and I am simply interested in being happy. Just the utterly contentedness that I had achieved before all this nonsense you caused me. I have not lost interest in you, I probably never will. But I wish to, because you have lost interest in me and do not deserve me. Those who have interest in me are the only that I am going to invest my time in. So go away now! Get out of my head and leave me be.
He looked at me with interest. I could feel my heart beat faster. I just wanted to go out and have a good time, not deal with this. I pretended to read a text from someone so I looked busy, but I didn’t miss him slowly inch closer and closer to me. I tried my hardest to keep from shaking.
Lack of interest—that’s where it all began. He had started to lose focus in the classroom and missing work. His main priority was sleeping to avoid all the pain he felt inside. His interests suffered and he could no longer make sense of the world surrounding him. Depression, he would say, I now know what you feel like.
I have in interest in the future. What it may hold, what it will bring me. I am even more interested by the fact that there is nothing I can do to change what the future holds. I can try to make every good decision I can, but the fact that my life has a planned future will not change. I cannot change what’s for me, no matter what I think I can do to make it how it should be. How it’s going to be is how it should be. I am interested in that.
I hate this interest I have in him. It’s a fascination really, one I cannot control. My friends believe it is simply a phase, however, I know differently. It’s an obsession, I think. I’m obsessed with his baby blue eyes that sparkle like icicles in the winter and his soft chestnut brown hair that falls just so perfectly on his tanned face.
I told her she was crazy for being so interested in such a crazy idea. But I suppose it was a good one in the end. Her persepective changed and with it, came a new person. It was simply amazing. The change was perfection. She was more engaged in our conversations, move lively and much happier.
The most beautiful thing you can do in your life is to get others’ to see the most beautiful thing in their lives which is their lives. Their tremendous, tremendous lives. How they are the story of mankind. If you really see that, it’s a tremendous vitality, energy, beauty, love, because it’s no longer a small entity struggling in the corner of the earth. You are part of this whole humanity, life, earth, cosmos beyond. A story infinitely, infinitely more epic than Lord of The Rings. The magician’s greatest trick was tricking ourselves that magic is not real.
Americas will only hold interest if it is shiny or colorful. It can be simple minded and dumb, yet needs a fit body, fake hair, makeup, and expensive clothing. No intelligence is needed, so don’t waste your time on that.
An interest is something like fishing or stamp collecting or wearing fishnets and licking stamps for the sake of some pathetic guy who likes to be dominated by a sultry woman who also does mundane everyday activities, like licking stamps and making coffee.
I had a sudden interest in the way he was looking at me. The dark blue eyes just peered at me from across the room. I didn’t know who he was, and as far as I knew he didn’t know who I was. There was something there though, and I still to this day, wish I would have said something to him, the man with the dark blue eyes.
The interest that I have in my life is so much different from where it was in years gone by. I used to want to chase frogs and animals, but now I chase money and women. I wouldn’t change anything, but I know that I that my interests in mine, and mine alone.
Too many interests in too many places. It all surges together in a whirlpool of want and desire. Too much pulling in many directions, it’s no surprise really though…is it? No.