social, going away with friends, going to parties, having fun, not staying home. meet new people, talk to people about their interests
Loris
My friends call me “outgoing”. They say that I would always ask them to do daring stuff and asks them to follow me around the country. I was quite of a daredevil. I was friendly with people and have different types of friends who would not seem to get along with each other. So I was a kind of a barrier in between us so that we all could be friends.
Jamjamstoneage
I’m not an outgoing person. I don’t like to talk to people I don’t know, or mingle with the crowd. I’m fine staying in my little corner and watching everyone go by.
Julie
Outgoing means it is easy for you to talk to people or do things that other people can’t do. Like if you think some random person is pretty and you tell them, or started a conversation with someone you don’t even know. Things like that or doing really awesome stuff like if you are trying to start a petition for school and you talk to people about it, or maybe you like to rock climb.
Outgoing means it is easy for you to talk to people or do things that other people can’t do. Like if you think some random person is pretty and you tell them, or started a conversation with someone you don’t even know. Things like that or doing really awesome stuff like if you are trying to start a petition for school and you talk to people about, or maybe you like to rock climb.
Wisst ihr, ich bin nicht sehr kontaktfreudig. Wenn ich mal raus gehe, dann mit meinen Freunden, im sicheren Rudel. Es ist wichtig für mich, der harten kalten Welt nicht alleine ausgesetzt zu sein. Warum? Keine Ahnung! Ich hab einfach das Gefühl ich darf nicht verletzlich sein! Was Unsinn ist, denn ich glaube kaum, dass draußen alle Männer nur darauf warten MIR zu begegnen und MIR weh zu tun. Aber es kommt mir so vor…
Deni
John figured Mycroft must have disconnected Sherlock’s phone after his death. It was a likely explanation as to why John’s messages never went from the “Outgoing” folder of his phone to the “Sent” folder, as though they were stuck up somewhere in the signal-laden atmosphere, floating around eternally as they tried to get to their recipient. He was somewhere even beyond their reach.
Even still, John couldn’t bring himself to delete them. Each one felt almost like a prayer, more concrete than anything he could ever say to that cold tombstone. The messages to no-one were like a private blog on a private subject, no less effective at helping the abandoned doctor come to terms with his feelings. Every so often he would pass the time by going through them, always figuring that if something ever changed, if one of them no longer held true, he would delete it.
21 Jan 2012, 20:43
I don’t know how, but I know this is fake. Stop this. Come home.
22 Jan 2012, 09:12
Goddamnit Sherlock, whatever you think you’re trying to prove, this isn’t the way to do it. Come home already.
30 Jan 2012, 10:24
I really hope there’s a good reason for this. Even if there’s not, that’s okay. I hope you’re sitting out there somewhere, having a good laugh. Just as long as you’re not dead. Come back please.
30 Jan 2012, 10:25
I need you.
05 Feb 2012, 12:46
I met up with an old friend from the Army today, you might have liked him. He’s even more handy with a gun than I am. I hope you come back soon so you can meet him.
12 Mar 2012, 21:23
I miss you. The city misses you. Lestrade misses you. I’d say your brother misses you, but I haven’t talked to him. You should see the graffiti, Sherlock, we all believe in you. I just wish you were here to be believed in.
04 May 2012, 07:12
Mrs. Hudson had a break-in just now, I only just got to her in time. Dunno what I’d do if I lost both of you.
15 Jun 2012, 23:40
I don’t like to believe that you’re actually dead, you know. My leg hurts an awful lot these days. If you’re out there somewhere, please come back.
Going out of my house
breathing in the night air
is the one thing in life
I strive to do
for the rest
not just now
not just now
out of the door
Out of the walls
into the night
something that I wish to be all my life, to make sure that I don’t miss anything. something that most people already believe me to be. something that defines my friendliness. A way of living that gives you more out of life. Pair it with optimism and anything is possible.
shane
I am an outgoing person. Or so I’ve been told.
Bubbles
I am an outgoing person. I try out for school sports and make them, an outgoing person trys out for many things with confideds.
outgoing is a word that fits a person who kind of puts themselves out there and aren’t afraid of what the world has to say about them. they have a lot of self confidents.
She was frowned upon.
Women weren’t meant to be like her.
Ladies weren’t meant to be like her.
She was non-conforming.
She had friends.
She was … outgoing.
Such audacity. Such insult. To tradition.
Wrong.
As a child, Jean-Luc Picard wasn’t exactly outgoing. He spent most of his time in his room, doing school work or thinking about the day that he would captain a Starship. He didn’t have many friends and spent most of his weekends alone. He could never dream of having friends.
Then he became the Captain of the Starship Enterprise.
Her hope lies between summer and spring, the short period of time when the days are hot enough to warm her skin. She met him during the days one of the rare spring storms hit her little town, his smile infectious and engaging under the harsh wind. She can never forget him, because he’ll always greet her a good morning even when the storm wouldn’t let up.
Tags on baggage and boarding pass checked. Frequent-flier points through the roof.
I sit in departures with my eyes on the runway, watching other planes come and go. All these people with their return flights, their homes to return to, families and friends to return to, lives to return to.
I’m only ever outgoing.
Barber
“You have never been an outgoing person, and because of that, in the relationship stakes, you have not had a fair crack at the whip,” she said.
“I don’t know that I have ever wanted to crack a whip, least of all in the context of a relationship,” I replied. It was a mistake. People that are so sure of themselves, like Lizzy, never have a sense of humour and always think you are laughing at them. It is really hard to keep a straight face sometimes, but I wasn’t trying to be cruel.
He was the outgoing one. Always being invited out, everyone wanting to be his friend and always the centre of attention. She felt small beneath him, almost insignificant. He didn’t mean this though, but she just couldn’t help thinking that he would be better off with someone else
She was the painting- vibrant, bold, inviting attention. He was the picture frame- solid, dependable, unnoticeable. Her every movement seemed to epitomize vitality and youthfulness, flitting through people’s lives in a whirlwind of indelible zestiness. His measured words and actions were imprinted carefully and deliberately into the floorboards of life. Her eyes- carefree and daring- glittered with an unquenchable lust for freedom. His eyes observed; looked on; considered. Unaware, she defied the notion of outgoing, the iridescence of her laughter drawing people in; swarms of varying greys and browns as the moths blindly gathered around her flame. He thought in multi-dimension, saw the light from a different perspective. She was the painting- vibrant, bold, inviting attention. He was the picture frame- solid, dependable, unnoticeable.
The world needs more picture frames.
Jacklin
She was outgoing and funny. Her hair glistened and shown about a perfect face. She was everything I wasn’t. Standing back among the shadows I’d watch her, my sister. The center of attention always. I was merely – the brain. It was nothing I could wear or flaunt.
I wanted to become more outgoing; that is why I had the drama societh. But somehow ppretending to be someone else, just made me hide the real me even more, plus I was rubbish at it.
kirsty booth
Outgoing. yes, I am.
When I know my role, I go out, and I do it whole heartedly.
But people confuse outgoing with its opposite.
Can outgoing people be shy? yes.
Just as someone who is brave can also be scared,
then I, too can be a shy person.
I like to sit in the quiet, where nothing moves and my breath is but a touch upon my own skin, damp and cold. I can pretend that my voice echoes off of newly white painted walls, wrapping me up in my own words that I wish that I wouldn’t have to say. I can’t make you do anything, can’t make you live, can’t make you die, can’t make you believe, can’t make you love, and can’t make you see anything but what you already see. I like to sit in the quiet because I can pretend nothing ever happened, because nothing ever did happen in the end and won’t ever happen.
Never worry about the outgoing things in your life. What matters is what comes in
Omkar Thakur
She’s the social butterfly she’s got the hype she’s just his type but she’ll never be the blonde in a love song because outgoing is just her mail and her dreams have all set sail and she’s working nine to five in a minor governmental office and she’s in love with the tv and bugles and diet coke and she chokes on the feeling that she ought to have had something more.
I need to be more outgoing.
In the literal sense of the word…
As in going out. I’m too much of a homebody
Lazing away and writing about things I’ve
Never known. Wonder what I would write
About if I saw more of the world?
Outgoing packages leaving the post office. a girl is waiting for a box from a friend she hasn’t seen in years. when is it going to get here she ponders, staring out at the rain pouring down. She contemplated how many years had passed since she had saw him last. She used to mean so much to him, but she never told him how she felt. After all the time that had accumulated between the two of them she didn’t realize until recently that she truly had loved him more than anyone else she had been with since. Life is funny that way, you never know what you have until it’s gone. She wished she knew what was in the package he was sending her. Weeks passed and it finally arrived. She sliced the box open with a dull pair of scissors in a hurry. The box regretfully contained old love letters and pictures that he had saved of them together. Her face got hot and big tears began sliding down her cheeks. “I ruin everything I touch.” She whispered.
Tea
To say that I am outgoing is to say that fish love breathing air. I a not sure if my tendency to stray from it comes from my mother denying that friends are in any way useful. Or if maybe it was coding in my genes, given to me through a long line of introverted familia women
Niki
Diane is so outgoing! She’s incredibly outgoing. She’ll talk to anyone, even the wide-eyed, drooling stranger asking for beer on the street. She won’t give him change, though, or call someone to have him taken to a hospital. But she’s unbelievably outgoing. One time she went to a party and made out with every boy there. And a couple of girls, too. They didn’t remember it in the morning. I wonder if they had any diseases. But Diane is so painfully outgoing. One time, she decided to meet my boyfriend, and they’ve been together for two years now. Even though my boyfriend said we’d get married! Isn’t that something. She’s so diabolically outgoing.
Belinda Roddie
I was outgoing once, it brought me pain and the worst heartache ever, but also the brightest and most dazzling happiness i have ever had the grace to endure. Be outgoing.
social, going away with friends, going to parties, having fun, not staying home. meet new people, talk to people about their interests
My friends call me “outgoing”. They say that I would always ask them to do daring stuff and asks them to follow me around the country. I was quite of a daredevil. I was friendly with people and have different types of friends who would not seem to get along with each other. So I was a kind of a barrier in between us so that we all could be friends.
I’m not an outgoing person. I don’t like to talk to people I don’t know, or mingle with the crowd. I’m fine staying in my little corner and watching everyone go by.
Outgoing means it is easy for you to talk to people or do things that other people can’t do. Like if you think some random person is pretty and you tell them, or started a conversation with someone you don’t even know. Things like that or doing really awesome stuff like if you are trying to start a petition for school and you talk to people about it, or maybe you like to rock climb.
Outgoing means it is easy for you to talk to people or do things that other people can’t do. Like if you think some random person is pretty and you tell them, or started a conversation with someone you don’t even know. Things like that or doing really awesome stuff like if you are trying to start a petition for school and you talk to people about, or maybe you like to rock climb.
Wisst ihr, ich bin nicht sehr kontaktfreudig. Wenn ich mal raus gehe, dann mit meinen Freunden, im sicheren Rudel. Es ist wichtig für mich, der harten kalten Welt nicht alleine ausgesetzt zu sein. Warum? Keine Ahnung! Ich hab einfach das Gefühl ich darf nicht verletzlich sein! Was Unsinn ist, denn ich glaube kaum, dass draußen alle Männer nur darauf warten MIR zu begegnen und MIR weh zu tun. Aber es kommt mir so vor…
John figured Mycroft must have disconnected Sherlock’s phone after his death. It was a likely explanation as to why John’s messages never went from the “Outgoing” folder of his phone to the “Sent” folder, as though they were stuck up somewhere in the signal-laden atmosphere, floating around eternally as they tried to get to their recipient. He was somewhere even beyond their reach.
Even still, John couldn’t bring himself to delete them. Each one felt almost like a prayer, more concrete than anything he could ever say to that cold tombstone. The messages to no-one were like a private blog on a private subject, no less effective at helping the abandoned doctor come to terms with his feelings. Every so often he would pass the time by going through them, always figuring that if something ever changed, if one of them no longer held true, he would delete it.
21 Jan 2012, 20:43
I don’t know how, but I know this is fake. Stop this. Come home.
22 Jan 2012, 09:12
Goddamnit Sherlock, whatever you think you’re trying to prove, this isn’t the way to do it. Come home already.
30 Jan 2012, 10:24
I really hope there’s a good reason for this. Even if there’s not, that’s okay. I hope you’re sitting out there somewhere, having a good laugh. Just as long as you’re not dead. Come back please.
30 Jan 2012, 10:25
I need you.
05 Feb 2012, 12:46
I met up with an old friend from the Army today, you might have liked him. He’s even more handy with a gun than I am. I hope you come back soon so you can meet him.
12 Mar 2012, 21:23
I miss you. The city misses you. Lestrade misses you. I’d say your brother misses you, but I haven’t talked to him. You should see the graffiti, Sherlock, we all believe in you. I just wish you were here to be believed in.
04 May 2012, 07:12
Mrs. Hudson had a break-in just now, I only just got to her in time. Dunno what I’d do if I lost both of you.
15 Jun 2012, 23:40
I don’t like to believe that you’re actually dead, you know. My leg hurts an awful lot these days. If you’re out there somewhere, please come back.
Going out of my house
breathing in the night air
is the one thing in life
I strive to do
for the rest
not just now
not just now
out of the door
Out of the walls
into the night
something that I wish to be all my life, to make sure that I don’t miss anything. something that most people already believe me to be. something that defines my friendliness. A way of living that gives you more out of life. Pair it with optimism and anything is possible.
I am an outgoing person. Or so I’ve been told.
I am an outgoing person. I try out for school sports and make them, an outgoing person trys out for many things with confideds.
outgoing is a word that fits a person who kind of puts themselves out there and aren’t afraid of what the world has to say about them. they have a lot of self confidents.
To me outgoing means fun,funny,nice,loving anything like that.My friend is very outgoing.
Outgoing!!!
“Mom I’m an outgoing student!!!”
” Well…Thats good”
” I know…Next time I’m going to be GOING OUT of school” :)
THAT YUONG LADY IS VERY OUT GOING AND I AM NOT IT IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!out going means that a person is fun and basically will do anything.
She was frowned upon.
Women weren’t meant to be like her.
Ladies weren’t meant to be like her.
She was non-conforming.
She had friends.
She was … outgoing.
Such audacity. Such insult. To tradition.
Wrong.
As a child, Jean-Luc Picard wasn’t exactly outgoing. He spent most of his time in his room, doing school work or thinking about the day that he would captain a Starship. He didn’t have many friends and spent most of his weekends alone. He could never dream of having friends.
Then he became the Captain of the Starship Enterprise.
to feel outgoing, to have places to be, to have people who depend on you – i wonder what it would be like.
Her hope lies between summer and spring, the short period of time when the days are hot enough to warm her skin. She met him during the days one of the rare spring storms hit her little town, his smile infectious and engaging under the harsh wind. She can never forget him, because he’ll always greet her a good morning even when the storm wouldn’t let up.
pekin
japon
jamaica
sudafrica
Tags on baggage and boarding pass checked. Frequent-flier points through the roof.
I sit in departures with my eyes on the runway, watching other planes come and go. All these people with their return flights, their homes to return to, families and friends to return to, lives to return to.
I’m only ever outgoing.
“You have never been an outgoing person, and because of that, in the relationship stakes, you have not had a fair crack at the whip,” she said.
“I don’t know that I have ever wanted to crack a whip, least of all in the context of a relationship,” I replied. It was a mistake. People that are so sure of themselves, like Lizzy, never have a sense of humour and always think you are laughing at them. It is really hard to keep a straight face sometimes, but I wasn’t trying to be cruel.
He was the outgoing one. Always being invited out, everyone wanting to be his friend and always the centre of attention. She felt small beneath him, almost insignificant. He didn’t mean this though, but she just couldn’t help thinking that he would be better off with someone else
She was the painting- vibrant, bold, inviting attention. He was the picture frame- solid, dependable, unnoticeable. Her every movement seemed to epitomize vitality and youthfulness, flitting through people’s lives in a whirlwind of indelible zestiness. His measured words and actions were imprinted carefully and deliberately into the floorboards of life. Her eyes- carefree and daring- glittered with an unquenchable lust for freedom. His eyes observed; looked on; considered. Unaware, she defied the notion of outgoing, the iridescence of her laughter drawing people in; swarms of varying greys and browns as the moths blindly gathered around her flame. He thought in multi-dimension, saw the light from a different perspective. She was the painting- vibrant, bold, inviting attention. He was the picture frame- solid, dependable, unnoticeable.
The world needs more picture frames.
She was outgoing and funny. Her hair glistened and shown about a perfect face. She was everything I wasn’t. Standing back among the shadows I’d watch her, my sister. The center of attention always. I was merely – the brain. It was nothing I could wear or flaunt.
I wanted to become more outgoing; that is why I had the drama societh. But somehow ppretending to be someone else, just made me hide the real me even more, plus I was rubbish at it.
Outgoing. yes, I am.
When I know my role, I go out, and I do it whole heartedly.
But people confuse outgoing with its opposite.
Can outgoing people be shy? yes.
Just as someone who is brave can also be scared,
then I, too can be a shy person.
I like to sit in the quiet, where nothing moves and my breath is but a touch upon my own skin, damp and cold. I can pretend that my voice echoes off of newly white painted walls, wrapping me up in my own words that I wish that I wouldn’t have to say. I can’t make you do anything, can’t make you live, can’t make you die, can’t make you believe, can’t make you love, and can’t make you see anything but what you already see. I like to sit in the quiet because I can pretend nothing ever happened, because nothing ever did happen in the end and won’t ever happen.
I used to be so outgoing, now I stay home staring out my window wondering where everyone is going. Where is everyone going?
I used to be so outgoing, now I stay home staring out my window wondering where everyone is going.
I know you hate that I will never be as outgoing as you.
And there was a fumbling
Spilling frothing
To her speech.
He licked the foam from her lips
And smirked at her blushing cheeks.
You are more incredible now than you’ve ever been,
Were you ever fourteen?
Never worry about the outgoing things in your life. What matters is what comes in
She’s the social butterfly she’s got the hype she’s just his type but she’ll never be the blonde in a love song because outgoing is just her mail and her dreams have all set sail and she’s working nine to five in a minor governmental office and she’s in love with the tv and bugles and diet coke and she chokes on the feeling that she ought to have had something more.
I need to be more outgoing.
In the literal sense of the word…
As in going out. I’m too much of a homebody
Lazing away and writing about things I’ve
Never known. Wonder what I would write
About if I saw more of the world?
Warm day
After first winter rains
Gazing deeply
By the lake
Dragonfly wings
Dart and stall
Across dark reed tips
White wings
Yawn, fold
Here, there
In the lush lakebed
That awaits her sinking
A long pool
Shimmers upward
Fairy tale castles
Drift landward
A brown kite
Spirals slowly
Over scrub, bank, water
Gazing inward
Mining
Recording
This break
In the rain
Outgoing packages leaving the post office. a girl is waiting for a box from a friend she hasn’t seen in years. when is it going to get here she ponders, staring out at the rain pouring down. She contemplated how many years had passed since she had saw him last. She used to mean so much to him, but she never told him how she felt. After all the time that had accumulated between the two of them she didn’t realize until recently that she truly had loved him more than anyone else she had been with since. Life is funny that way, you never know what you have until it’s gone. She wished she knew what was in the package he was sending her. Weeks passed and it finally arrived. She sliced the box open with a dull pair of scissors in a hurry. The box regretfully contained old love letters and pictures that he had saved of them together. Her face got hot and big tears began sliding down her cheeks. “I ruin everything I touch.” She whispered.
To say that I am outgoing is to say that fish love breathing air. I a not sure if my tendency to stray from it comes from my mother denying that friends are in any way useful. Or if maybe it was coding in my genes, given to me through a long line of introverted familia women
Diane is so outgoing! She’s incredibly outgoing. She’ll talk to anyone, even the wide-eyed, drooling stranger asking for beer on the street. She won’t give him change, though, or call someone to have him taken to a hospital. But she’s unbelievably outgoing. One time she went to a party and made out with every boy there. And a couple of girls, too. They didn’t remember it in the morning. I wonder if they had any diseases. But Diane is so painfully outgoing. One time, she decided to meet my boyfriend, and they’ve been together for two years now. Even though my boyfriend said we’d get married! Isn’t that something. She’s so diabolically outgoing.
I was outgoing once, it brought me pain and the worst heartache ever, but also the brightest and most dazzling happiness i have ever had the grace to endure. Be outgoing.