12 Search Results for "feels"
September 24, 2010
Would you mind if I crushed on you for a few days and we can just see how it feels?
July 14, 2008
it feels that i'm a million miles away, but i know that is light at the end of the tunnel.
February 20, 2012
The world feels like a quiet place tonight.
March 11, 2012
It feels like this winter never happened, better luck next year.
August 22, 2007
upside down at more miles per hour than i can count and sadly it feels as though i just can't handle it like i used to.
May 11, 2011
It doesn't help when she's all gingery.
I just got an incy wincy bit smarter and it feels good.
Sometimes the best way to support yourself is to support someone else.
Girls don't pay when eating with Bugsy ... especially if they're the one who asked me out.
September 17, 2004
a pretty girl, a big bowl of ice cream, and two spoons.
life is gooood, especially on every today.
the general consensus of reasoning for everything that tears us down is either "it's fun" or "it feels good."
life is good, not only for what it is, but for what it's becoming.
October 12, 2002
speed, speed, speed! i think my face feels a little stretched out. but at least i'm still in tact.
March 10, 2010
it's 3:28 a.m. and my alarm is set for 6 a.m. i have a soar throat and headache. my body feels like i just received a piledriver from the undertaker, fell off a chairlift (at that part where it's really high at mont ripley), got checked by niklas kronwall, and used all of my energy to slay the jabberwocky. now i'm going to bed with more inspiration than when i woke up this morning. never let positive energy go to waste.
February 10, 2007
know what it's like to try and stuff that last pair of jeans into a full duffel bag, where you have to zip each side up to try and get it in there and stuff it hard in as you think the zipper is about to bust. that's exactly how my brain feels with information and awe on this trip as I try to stuff more and more in without getting a bigger duffel bag and just hoping that the zipper won't break and can hold it all, c'mon brain you can do it.
March 13, 2004
knowledge is relevant. life is knowledge. life is relevant. and my throat feels like it's going to burst through my neck. my eyes are glossy with emotion. my heart's a beating like a turbine. my hands tremor from aftershocks of love. my heart is landlocked, lovelocked. and locked with passion. loved with passion. landed with success. and i smile again. for a sincere depiction, a crisp picture and insight, honest, true, not washed over with sugar, with voice, i bring my own heart to judgement, my own hope to trial, and my own lungs to endurement. so, on to the things that happen. on to loving.
July 5, 2003
shoes in the alley, flying down to cali, we're lacing them up, all before they corrupt...you, rocking this side of swing, catching a ride in my benz gullwing, not enough to scuff this soul i'm sliding, burning coal and our minds colliding, sipping this summer breeze, kissing my hummers knees, dancing with the devil, prancing hearts on an anvil, lush and tall crushing your all, can you handle that, or do you tattle on that cat, talking into my pillow, walking beneath old willow, a tree for your blessing and a fee for you caressing, you're peddling in my direction, heading for my connection, down to the earth, frown twice upon your birth, stand above my grave hand along my brave...heart as a start to the rest of the world, like a pest all but curled in the foot of your bed, it feels like soot spewing from your head, the weight of lead, the wait of time, rolled into luscious rhymes, cold like the story you tell, and lies you sell, you're meeting your fiance, cheating on beyonce, speak on that, leak on that, you've got nothing now, the louvre's got something now, art became of your death, tasting tart and mary beth, she says it's criminal, he says it's original, sam that is, knowing absurd, blowing the word, across the table, a moss of fables, sitting at your chair, knitting your hair, fibs rest on your lips, ribs rest on your hips, here in cali, beer in the alley, empty shoes singing your hidden blues.
