i was never wanted by the girl who i wanted to want me. i always receibed attention from someone who i preferred not to have it from and the gil i like was always too ood fr me. maybe that spaks to my character, always shooting too high.
Outlaw, blazing the trail, storming the high seas of gun metal and police states. Wishing, wanting, hoping, waiting for something new…for someone, or something, anything, to move in the background. A break in the wave of monotony. The screams of silence. The kiss of death, the final curtain, those famous last words ushered in beneath a hushed breath. So, go ahead, make your move.
I’ve always knew what I wanted. Clothes. Books. Games. Everything. Especially when it came to girls. All my life, I had a picture perfect image of my dream girl: she’d be tall, with long golden hair which would flow at the slightest breeze, and most importantly, with radiant sapphire eyes. But that all changed the moment I saw you. You staggered into class — brown hair in a frenzy — and sat down behind me. It was then and there, where I began to fall for you. Then and there, where I heard you were chasing after some other guy. And it was then and there, where my heart began to sink into nightmare. This, this dream girl of mine, she’s nothing compared to you. You make me smile. You make me want to live. You are everything I never knew I wanted. Now… you’re all I ever want. You are perfect to me.
I feel so unwanted like I don’t belong and I don’t know what to do anymore. I just want to feel wanted, like I belong in this world. I want to feel like I belong. Like I Have a place. And I want to be loved. I Want someone to care enough about me to know that I’m hurting and I Want someone to care enough to realize that I’m not okay, that I can’t do this alone. I just feel like I Don’t belong on this earth anymore and it kills me…
I’ve always knew what I wanted. Clothes. Books. Games. Everything. Especially when it came to girls. All my life, I had a picture perfect image of my dream girl: she’d be tall, with long golden hair which would sway in the slightest breeze, and most importantly, with radiant sapphire eyes. But that all changed the moment I saw you. You became my definition of ‘beautiful’ as you staggered into class — brown hair in a frenzy — and sat down behind me. It was then and there, where I began to fall for you. Then and there, where you told me you were chasing after some other guy. And it was then and there, where my heart began to sink into nightmare. This, this dream girl of mine, she’s nothing compared to you. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me want to live. You are everything I never knew I wanted. Now… you’re all I ever want. You are fucking perfect to me.
What is wanted? A criminal? An attractive person? A delicious piece of candy? The answer to life? You want what you cannot have. It is wanted until taken. Then what?
Wanted. The criminal was on the loose. People screamed, shouted, worried, feared, hid. They ran, searched, watched, listened. Millions overseas were dying. Plague struck the poor and homeless. But this thing, this Wanted being, was what the world wished to pursue.
I feel wanted every day every second of the minute. She can hold me as long as she likes. I hope it stays forever. I really want her and to make her feel wanted.
I always want to feel wanted. Wanted by another person. Truly wanted. I want someone to have the need for me. I wonder what it feels like. To be wanted is everything I could ask for. Does that make me an attention whore? I don’t know. Possibly. But it’s okay.
over it – I really was . I had lost the urges that interfered with my tea breaks – I had lost the sudden heaving during dinner and at night weellll- the relief was unimaginable — how was it then that I still craved the bag of screws I’d seen three weeks before in the old ironmongers in the tall buildings
I have always wanted to be an actress. No actually,Ihave always wanted people to see me, and to admire me for my talent. Most people think I have nothing, and I want to prove them wrong, on a stage
it would be nice to feel wanted…..
maybe that s why criminals commit crimes….so that they can feel wanted, even in the most malicious ways…..Just to have someone to desire your existence
It was all he had ever wanted and more, but why didn’t it give him the same amount of satisfaction that he had always dreamed it would? Despite it being the thing he had coveted the most in the entire world, he still felt empty inside, and he hadn’t a clue as to what could remedy that feeling.
Wanted can be on a poster for someone who has broken the law or who is missing. This is a bad time to be wanted. Usuallly it is a good thing to be wanted. People want to be wanted by family, friends, and even the whole world.
i wanted to see the birds flying in the bright blue sky overhead. They swarmed and swooped all around the heads of the tresspassers of the earth. Scavengers of the sky and the earth
The sheriff chased the wanted prisoner across the fresh green lawn with gnomes decorating the sides and a picnic carpet in the middle. The sheriff tripped over a gnome.
All Timmy wanted was to get off the piano seat. He wanted to practice. He wanted to learn the instrument and be great, but he also wanted to stand up when he played. See, Jerry Lee Lewis was his hero. Timmy had grown his hair into that slicked back style, and he’d cultivated a crush on a much younger woman, a six-year-old. And last, Timmy wanted to play the piano like a gladiator attacked an enemy – standing. But his parents forbade him to follow in Lewis’ footsteps any further. Timmy understood only part of their fights about his devotion. “There is no way, I’m letting my nine-year-old set any balls on fire,” his mother said. “‘goodness gracious’ or not.”
I felt wanted when he hugged me close to him and I turned slowly to embrace him in what happened to be my first kiss. It was the first time I had ever felt that way. Completely wanted. Which is why I felt so horrible when he didn’t talk to me the next day. Or the next. Or the next. I was alone and forgotten. I was everything that I wished I would never been–everything I had feared I would become. Overwhelming sadness, fear and hatred overcame every part of my being. My feelings overflowed. Tears streamed down my cheeks for a week afterward…and perhaps longer than that. No one knows how long it takes to cure this broken heart because it is still broken. This is the second time.
All I ever wanted in my life was to to find my raison d’etre. My soul. The animus I know I can feel. The motivation for living. There must be a reason why I exist. Right? There is, isn’t there? Someone out there, that is. For me. Find me. Look for me. I need you more than you could ever know, although no one’ll ever know.
what is it like to feel wanted? The causes of prosperous society scandals all fall down to that one outrageously simple word. Wanted. Girls would do anything to feel wanted, willing to put their minds and bodies at risk, just to feel that 15 minutes of fame. If you ask me, it’s ridiculous. Boys are the ones who are giving the “want”. They are the ones who hold the power, but are sadly too stupid to realize what outrageously powerful roles they really withhold in out modern world.
given the corcstances of which may lead us to want what makes us want the want of need it the need of want. what makes things wanted desire or necessity? in any time the want of need surpasses our wants but given the state of equilibrium our minds will crave for the undying feeling of desire or the need of want. the feelin of wanting something for the purpose of wanting. this makes thing wanted; need of need and need of want.
i’ve always wanted a pair of moon shoes ever since i was young. my parents never bought them for me and it always left me wanting them. now i don’t even know if they make them anymore. i feel kind of stupid still yearning for a pair of stupid moon shoes..a nostalgic toy from the 90s but i think it would be totally awesome if i had a pair. they were definitely the coolest thing i can remember from my childhood.
I know he wants me I want him too, but we’re so far away from each other it’s like wanting air because no matter what we do even thought we want, we can’t have.
a good or bad thing to be, wanted- money love sex power freedom respect happyness peace cake drugs. its a real rush to know someone wants you. it;s a temporary high sometimes especially if you want them as well.
wanted makes me think of some epic tale of a person who was incriminated for something that they didn’t do. So now they’re on the run from the law and everyone is talking about them on the news…. like Sirius Black
To be wanted, is more then a gift, its a need. Everyone in the world shares the need to be wanted and loved by someone. And to be the one granting that need is almost as fulfilling as having the need fulfilled. Love is a powerful emotion, experianced by everyone, but everyone experiences it differently. That longing to be wanted however, is shared by everyone, we all have the need for it, the desire for it, and the desperate urge to seek it around every corner. To be wanted, almost translates directly to being loved.
i’m wanted. i don’t know why, but i am. they’re after me. i need help, but no one will assist me in escaping. i need to make it out of here alive. alive is the necessary part of the operation. my family needs me still. they need to know i’m alive. will you tell them i’m alive? will you help me? i’m wanted.
His time is ticking. The face. Everywhere. Telephone poles, light posts, stop signs, even the back of tampon boxes. And the kids. They squirm SO MUCH. But he has no idea what to do with them, because all he can think is that he is wanted. Wanted for all the wrong reasons. Wanted for something he didn’t necessarily sign up for.
Once upon a time, I wanted to go to the end of the rainbow. I rode my unicorn all the way there, but then he left me. I cried, until I realized the rainbow was very close to me! I ran to the rainbow, and a leprachaun kicked me in the shin. I fell over, and was trampled by millions of unicorns. All i wanted was to see the rainbow…
but we all just want to be wanted, to feel the words in a person’s fingertips as they glide across our shoulders, wrists, nail beds, to read what they cannot yet write themselves.
wanted. What else is there? this guy. I’m gay. I mean biseuxal technically just slightly inclined for men more than women but hye, this guy. That girl. They’re all wanted. I guess it’s a relative term though because what I want you don’t want… For the most part anyway, right? I mean if we all wanted the same thing that might be boring. But I gueess there are a loto fp oeple that want the same person, no? And wow I never wnated someone so bad as i do for you right now at a past moment in time.
i was never wanted by the girl who i wanted to want me. i always receibed attention from someone who i preferred not to have it from and the gil i like was always too ood fr me. maybe that spaks to my character, always shooting too high.
Outlaw, blazing the trail, storming the high seas of gun metal and police states. Wishing, wanting, hoping, waiting for something new…for someone, or something, anything, to move in the background. A break in the wave of monotony. The screams of silence. The kiss of death, the final curtain, those famous last words ushered in beneath a hushed breath. So, go ahead, make your move.
I’ve always knew what I wanted. Clothes. Books. Games. Everything. Especially when it came to girls. All my life, I had a picture perfect image of my dream girl: she’d be tall, with long golden hair which would flow at the slightest breeze, and most importantly, with radiant sapphire eyes. But that all changed the moment I saw you. You staggered into class — brown hair in a frenzy — and sat down behind me. It was then and there, where I began to fall for you. Then and there, where I heard you were chasing after some other guy. And it was then and there, where my heart began to sink into nightmare. This, this dream girl of mine, she’s nothing compared to you. You make me smile. You make me want to live. You are everything I never knew I wanted. Now… you’re all I ever want. You are perfect to me.
I feel so unwanted like I don’t belong and I don’t know what to do anymore. I just want to feel wanted, like I belong in this world. I want to feel like I belong. Like I Have a place. And I want to be loved. I Want someone to care enough about me to know that I’m hurting and I Want someone to care enough to realize that I’m not okay, that I can’t do this alone. I just feel like I Don’t belong on this earth anymore and it kills me…
I’ve always knew what I wanted. Clothes. Books. Games. Everything. Especially when it came to girls. All my life, I had a picture perfect image of my dream girl: she’d be tall, with long golden hair which would sway in the slightest breeze, and most importantly, with radiant sapphire eyes. But that all changed the moment I saw you. You became my definition of ‘beautiful’ as you staggered into class — brown hair in a frenzy — and sat down behind me. It was then and there, where I began to fall for you. Then and there, where you told me you were chasing after some other guy. And it was then and there, where my heart began to sink into nightmare. This, this dream girl of mine, she’s nothing compared to you. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me want to live. You are everything I never knew I wanted. Now… you’re all I ever want. You are fucking perfect to me.
What is wanted? A criminal? An attractive person? A delicious piece of candy? The answer to life? You want what you cannot have. It is wanted until taken. Then what?
Wanted. The criminal was on the loose. People screamed, shouted, worried, feared, hid. They ran, searched, watched, listened. Millions overseas were dying. Plague struck the poor and homeless. But this thing, this Wanted being, was what the world wished to pursue.
I feel wanted every day every second of the minute. She can hold me as long as she likes. I hope it stays forever. I really want her and to make her feel wanted.
I always want to feel wanted. Wanted by another person. Truly wanted. I want someone to have the need for me. I wonder what it feels like. To be wanted is everything I could ask for. Does that make me an attention whore? I don’t know. Possibly. But it’s okay.
WANTED. It was written in bold, red letters. He knew it was him that she wanted, and he couldn’t say he did mind it much.
over it – I really was . I had lost the urges that interfered with my tea breaks – I had lost the sudden heaving during dinner and at night weellll- the relief was unimaginable — how was it then that I still craved the bag of screws I’d seen three weeks before in the old ironmongers in the tall buildings
I have always wanted to be an actress. No actually,Ihave always wanted people to see me, and to admire me for my talent. Most people think I have nothing, and I want to prove them wrong, on a stage
I will always want to be his.
He is wanted.
Everyone wants to be wanted. I feel this way a lot lately. I wish to be the one he wants more than anyone else.
it would be nice to feel wanted…..
maybe that s why criminals commit crimes….so that they can feel wanted, even in the most malicious ways…..Just to have someone to desire your existence
It was all he had ever wanted and more, but why didn’t it give him the same amount of satisfaction that he had always dreamed it would? Despite it being the thing he had coveted the most in the entire world, he still felt empty inside, and he hadn’t a clue as to what could remedy that feeling.
Wanted can be on a poster for someone who has broken the law or who is missing. This is a bad time to be wanted. Usuallly it is a good thing to be wanted. People want to be wanted by family, friends, and even the whole world.
I never feel wanted, just used. I hate it more than anything. It’s like I’m not good enough, for anybody.
i wanted to see the birds flying in the bright blue sky overhead. They swarmed and swooped all around the heads of the tresspassers of the earth. Scavengers of the sky and the earth
The sheriff chased the wanted prisoner across the fresh green lawn with gnomes decorating the sides and a picnic carpet in the middle. The sheriff tripped over a gnome.
All Timmy wanted was to get off the piano seat. He wanted to practice. He wanted to learn the instrument and be great, but he also wanted to stand up when he played. See, Jerry Lee Lewis was his hero. Timmy had grown his hair into that slicked back style, and he’d cultivated a crush on a much younger woman, a six-year-old. And last, Timmy wanted to play the piano like a gladiator attacked an enemy – standing. But his parents forbade him to follow in Lewis’ footsteps any further. Timmy understood only part of their fights about his devotion. “There is no way, I’m letting my nine-year-old set any balls on fire,” his mother said. “‘goodness gracious’ or not.”
I felt wanted when he hugged me close to him and I turned slowly to embrace him in what happened to be my first kiss. It was the first time I had ever felt that way. Completely wanted. Which is why I felt so horrible when he didn’t talk to me the next day. Or the next. Or the next. I was alone and forgotten. I was everything that I wished I would never been–everything I had feared I would become. Overwhelming sadness, fear and hatred overcame every part of my being. My feelings overflowed. Tears streamed down my cheeks for a week afterward…and perhaps longer than that. No one knows how long it takes to cure this broken heart because it is still broken. This is the second time.
All I ever wanted in my life was to to find my raison d’etre. My soul. The animus I know I can feel. The motivation for living. There must be a reason why I exist. Right? There is, isn’t there? Someone out there, that is. For me. Find me. Look for me. I need you more than you could ever know, although no one’ll ever know.
what is it like to feel wanted? The causes of prosperous society scandals all fall down to that one outrageously simple word. Wanted. Girls would do anything to feel wanted, willing to put their minds and bodies at risk, just to feel that 15 minutes of fame. If you ask me, it’s ridiculous. Boys are the ones who are giving the “want”. They are the ones who hold the power, but are sadly too stupid to realize what outrageously powerful roles they really withhold in out modern world.
given the corcstances of which may lead us to want what makes us want the want of need it the need of want. what makes things wanted desire or necessity? in any time the want of need surpasses our wants but given the state of equilibrium our minds will crave for the undying feeling of desire or the need of want. the feelin of wanting something for the purpose of wanting. this makes thing wanted; need of need and need of want.
bad people are wanted
pretty people are wanted
everyone can be wanted & it can be good or bad
i wish i was REALLY wanted by someone
The movie. Angelina Jolie, James McAvoy.
i’ve always wanted a pair of moon shoes ever since i was young. my parents never bought them for me and it always left me wanting them. now i don’t even know if they make them anymore. i feel kind of stupid still yearning for a pair of stupid moon shoes..a nostalgic toy from the 90s but i think it would be totally awesome if i had a pair. they were definitely the coolest thing i can remember from my childhood.
I know he wants me I want him too, but we’re so far away from each other it’s like wanting air because no matter what we do even thought we want, we can’t have.
a good or bad thing to be, wanted- money love sex power freedom respect happyness peace cake drugs. its a real rush to know someone wants you. it;s a temporary high sometimes especially if you want them as well.
Wanted, wanted you are wanted.
wanted makes me think of some epic tale of a person who was incriminated for something that they didn’t do. So now they’re on the run from the law and everyone is talking about them on the news…. like Sirius Black
To be wanted, is more then a gift, its a need. Everyone in the world shares the need to be wanted and loved by someone. And to be the one granting that need is almost as fulfilling as having the need fulfilled. Love is a powerful emotion, experianced by everyone, but everyone experiences it differently. That longing to be wanted however, is shared by everyone, we all have the need for it, the desire for it, and the desperate urge to seek it around every corner. To be wanted, almost translates directly to being loved.
i’m wanted. i don’t know why, but i am. they’re after me. i need help, but no one will assist me in escaping. i need to make it out of here alive. alive is the necessary part of the operation. my family needs me still. they need to know i’m alive. will you tell them i’m alive? will you help me? i’m wanted.
He was wanted.
The posters followed him everywhere, catching his eye.
Wanted.
Wanted.
Wanted.
They said he had killed his brother, his only friend in this world.
The posters only reminded him of the pain.
He had to find justice. Find the killer.
Or die trying.
His time is ticking. The face. Everywhere. Telephone poles, light posts, stop signs, even the back of tampon boxes. And the kids. They squirm SO MUCH. But he has no idea what to do with them, because all he can think is that he is wanted. Wanted for all the wrong reasons. Wanted for something he didn’t necessarily sign up for.
no. not wanted. but to want. not the same. need. thats what i want.
Once upon a time, I wanted to go to the end of the rainbow. I rode my unicorn all the way there, but then he left me. I cried, until I realized the rainbow was very close to me! I ran to the rainbow, and a leprachaun kicked me in the shin. I fell over, and was trampled by millions of unicorns. All i wanted was to see the rainbow…
but we all just want to be wanted, to feel the words in a person’s fingertips as they glide across our shoulders, wrists, nail beds, to read what they cannot yet write themselves.
wanted. What else is there? this guy. I’m gay. I mean biseuxal technically just slightly inclined for men more than women but hye, this guy. That girl. They’re all wanted. I guess it’s a relative term though because what I want you don’t want… For the most part anyway, right? I mean if we all wanted the same thing that might be boring. But I gueess there are a loto fp oeple that want the same person, no? And wow I never wnated someone so bad as i do for you right now at a past moment in time.