Is this perhaps what so much of society is made up of? Always wanting and confusing the word with needed. When the wanting does not materialise we somehow feel cheated, less than we believed was and is our right, in other words, wilful. Perhaps we should be careful about what we want or wish for!
i will be wanted.
i want to be seen.
why does it always seem like such a far away dream.
i want,
i don’t need.
they want,
so they feed.
in the end, i’m not wanted
just seen.
this is my first time doing this.
and it’s very difficult.
wtf is it anyway?
The poster hung, large, colored, and with edges slightly curled, on the shop door. His heart stopped as he spied the golden curls. The, he frowned.
“Really Emily?” he whispered, jutting his hip to support his shopping bags.
They rarely gave full color posters to murderers. But he guessed her eyes were just to bright to capture in black and white.
eu queria ver elefantes, toca-los, senti-los e ajuda-los. Queria conhecer a india, a africa, o mundo inteiro, queria conhecer templos, e culturas novas, queria saber o que quero fazer o resto da vida também.
Er war gefürchtet und gesucht. Aber eigentlich wollte niemand ihn finden. Inständig hoffte jeder, dass er sich verkrochen hatte, versteckt, untergetaucht. Verschwunden – einfach so. Überall hingen Plakate – “wanted” stand darauf. Aber niemand wollte ihn tatsächlich. Weg bleiben. Für immer. Das wär gut.
Cecily wanted nothing more than to hold Landon in her arms. She stared up at him now, and he glanced down at her with those same blue eyes. The ocean had darkened them, she noticed, and everytime he blinked those soft eyelashes would flutter against his cheek. She wanted to do nothing more than to kiss him. But, instead she simply smiled and said, “That would be lovely.”
I wish that this would come true. that someone would want me and love me and want to be with me because it’s something that would change my life, it’s something that I would be happy about and it would mean that someone loves me.
it is a great word, we want, some are wanted some want things, I love to want, I live to want, we live in a society where people are wanted. I met someone on the FBI most wanted list one time, I have always wanted a cruising sailboat, I want, my wife wants and my kids want.
i’ve always wanted things. any human being would. but the things i want are simple. but still i never seem to get what i want. the only thing that i want more than anything is to be happy. i wish for it on every star; every 11:11. i just want to be happy like the other pretty, skinny girls who walk around the halls in their little skirts and designer uggs and they are always happy. i don’t want to be depressed.
I want to know what I should do with my life. I want to know what career I should pursue and what major I should choose. I want to travel and backpack around countries like Australia and New Zealand for cheap. I want to backpack through Europe for cheap. I do not want to worry about student loans. Should I go to graduate school?
i wanted to change, i wanted everything.
this world, everything.
i wanted she whom i loved, i wanted the richness and fruits
i wanted everything
butet io not gain.
want is such a negative word. we want to be loved. we want to be rich. we want to live the american dream. but where does wanting get us. we want to be powerful, but do we want to kill. we want to have hope in life, so we want to believe in a god. wanting is unnecessary drama in our lives
i want to feel wanted
what does it even mean to be wanted
do you have someone stalking you, cherishing you, giving you space
to be wanted is some remarkable
yet something that causes so much chaos in the world
if we didnt want
we would fight
we wouldnt kill
we would die for gratificatin
We sat down at the cafe, smokes and blueberry tea, and poured our hearts out. Laid the cards on the table, and I looked up and said, “I just want to feel like I belong”.
That’s all we ever wanted, I think. To be wanted. To feel like we belonged to someone or something.
Every one wants to be to wanted. He says it in so many words and its four am, the excitement it a simple answer. And when I am on my way to New York I will smile because I know its what you wanted.
I reall wanted to start again….I do want to, I will and it will be exactly what I want, how I want it, I can almost taste my happiness! Finally….My wish is true…
I wanted someone to love me. Someone to want me the way I am. Was that to much to ask? To much to want? I coundt rememeber the last I wanted something so bad as i wanted him. But i couldnt have him. He wasnt mine. But oh, i wanted him to want me the way i wanted him.
I remember when, I truly do. I wanted life so badly – to go out there and do things, and be someone. I have lived that life, the life that I wanted. Now is time to pause, and see if the wanting was worth it
I was never wanted as a child; thought of as a burden, I was raised harshly and without remorse. I would spend entire weeks trapped in the basement, and I cried. Oh how I cried..
she wanted to be loved, she wanted everything, she wanted to be someones favourite thing, that they cherished the most, she wanted to be noticed, not have to explain how she feels, for people to know what was wrong just by looking at her face. But then she leant “I want”, never gets.
I want to feel wanted. That’s the crux of it. I think everyone wants to feel wanted but more than anything right now I want to be looked in the eye and told, “I love you. I will always love you. I will want you until we are old and dusty and our love has turned into a beautiful antique.”
I miss that. I just want to feel like I’m wanted and loved.
It wasn’t as if I was ungrateful. Rather the opposite. It was only the fact that I didn’t want to be in this situation. I had gone my whole life being unwanted, unneeded, that I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle the new found popularity and love of a family. I felt terrible about not being able to accept it, and I could see the pain on their faces as day after day I turned away from them and closed them out of my life. I couldn’t help it.
She desperately wanted FREEDOM! She had travelled the world and at times had definitely felt free, but in REAL life there was still a feeling of repression within. She pondered on what exactly is was that she wanted freedom from? What did “freedom” mean? And suddenly it dawned on her. Freedom from her own mind.
He sat upon the table, slumped against the wall at an awkward angle. His dark eyes studied the room as a small girl ran through the room, her dark hair swinging wildly as she laughed.
He felt a harsh twinge of sadness pang deep in his chest as she ran past.
She had not looked at him for months, just running past in a coloured blur while he sat upon table and watched the world pass by.
He only wished she would look at him and want to hug him liked she’d used to.
He was just a teddy bear, that wanted to be wanted.
i wish i knew what garrett wanted out of this me and him thing. i want to feel wanted by him after that night and im mixed. what does he want!? its lik that cheap trick song. i want u to want me. simple. now just let me kno what u want
That is the qeustion that underlies the basic human function. It expresses our dependency. We are always in need , in want.
In want of comfort, money, fellowship, companionship etc.
I want to be wanted.
I feel as if I’m unwanted
Everywhere I go
I feel as if I’ve been unwanted
Everywhere I’ve been
It’s not fair
I want to belong
I want to be wanted
i dont want this word. i want a new one. i dont feel wanted. ive never felt wanted. maybe once or twice, i dont know. when i feel it, i dont believe it. isnt that sad? want me. not my body. me.
It’s so hard to feel wanted sometimes. Sometimes I don’t feel wanted at all. But then I look to God and remember that He is the only one who I truly want to want me! It’s that simple.
Everyone wants to feel wanted. Everyone yearns to have that one person that is filled with desire at even the most ephemeral thought of them. To feel wanted is a most extraordinary feeling. Irreplaceable, it is. Contradict me. Please.
I wish to feel wanted, but then sometimes I don’t want to be wanted so much, I want to be alone and not feel pressured into being something so thought about and suffocated. It’s nice to be wanted sometimes by the right people.
I have always wanted to have my own library in my home. The room i want is wall to wall shelves filled with books i have read and many more that i want to read sometime in the future. Is it a true want or really a need.
Is this perhaps what so much of society is made up of? Always wanting and confusing the word with needed. When the wanting does not materialise we somehow feel cheated, less than we believed was and is our right, in other words, wilful. Perhaps we should be careful about what we want or wish for!
i will be wanted.
i want to be seen.
why does it always seem like such a far away dream.
i want,
i don’t need.
they want,
so they feed.
in the end, i’m not wanted
just seen.
this is my first time doing this.
and it’s very difficult.
wtf is it anyway?
ok…. done?
a wanted person, a criminal, a slave of passion. he kills women for pleasure, but she wants him anyway.why doesn’t he want her back?
The poster hung, large, colored, and with edges slightly curled, on the shop door. His heart stopped as he spied the golden curls. The, he frowned.
“Really Emily?” he whispered, jutting his hip to support his shopping bags.
They rarely gave full color posters to murderers. But he guessed her eyes were just to bright to capture in black and white.
eu queria ver elefantes, toca-los, senti-los e ajuda-los. Queria conhecer a india, a africa, o mundo inteiro, queria conhecer templos, e culturas novas, queria saber o que quero fazer o resto da vida também.
Er war gefürchtet und gesucht. Aber eigentlich wollte niemand ihn finden. Inständig hoffte jeder, dass er sich verkrochen hatte, versteckt, untergetaucht. Verschwunden – einfach so. Überall hingen Plakate – “wanted” stand darauf. Aber niemand wollte ihn tatsächlich. Weg bleiben. Für immer. Das wär gut.
Cecily wanted nothing more than to hold Landon in her arms. She stared up at him now, and he glanced down at her with those same blue eyes. The ocean had darkened them, she noticed, and everytime he blinked those soft eyelashes would flutter against his cheek. She wanted to do nothing more than to kiss him. But, instead she simply smiled and said, “That would be lovely.”
I wish that this would come true. that someone would want me and love me and want to be with me because it’s something that would change my life, it’s something that I would be happy about and it would mean that someone loves me.
I wanted many things. I don’t think I want any of them any more. Probably because I got most of them. And did not like them.
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it is a great word, we want, some are wanted some want things, I love to want, I live to want, we live in a society where people are wanted. I met someone on the FBI most wanted list one time, I have always wanted a cruising sailboat, I want, my wife wants and my kids want.
I wanted to say something else but the word is a verb in the past tense. I still want it.
i’ve always wanted things. any human being would. but the things i want are simple. but still i never seem to get what i want. the only thing that i want more than anything is to be happy. i wish for it on every star; every 11:11. i just want to be happy like the other pretty, skinny girls who walk around the halls in their little skirts and designer uggs and they are always happy. i don’t want to be depressed.
I want to know what I should do with my life. I want to know what career I should pursue and what major I should choose. I want to travel and backpack around countries like Australia and New Zealand for cheap. I want to backpack through Europe for cheap. I do not want to worry about student loans. Should I go to graduate school?
i wanted to change, i wanted everything.
this world, everything.
i wanted she whom i loved, i wanted the richness and fruits
i wanted everything
butet io not gain.
want is such a negative word. we want to be loved. we want to be rich. we want to live the american dream. but where does wanting get us. we want to be powerful, but do we want to kill. we want to have hope in life, so we want to believe in a god. wanting is unnecessary drama in our lives
i want to b wanted..i dont want my cild someimet to gto be comfortabe.illy.. nt wan justdo this thing isnt ying eything i do, wanted… i wnted it o do
i want to feel wanted
what does it even mean to be wanted
do you have someone stalking you, cherishing you, giving you space
to be wanted is some remarkable
yet something that causes so much chaos in the world
if we didnt want
we would fight
we wouldnt kill
we would die for gratificatin
We sat down at the cafe, smokes and blueberry tea, and poured our hearts out. Laid the cards on the table, and I looked up and said, “I just want to feel like I belong”.
That’s all we ever wanted, I think. To be wanted. To feel like we belonged to someone or something.
Every one wants to be to wanted. He says it in so many words and its four am, the excitement it a simple answer. And when I am on my way to New York I will smile because I know its what you wanted.
I reall wanted to start again….I do want to, I will and it will be exactly what I want, how I want it, I can almost taste my happiness! Finally….My wish is true…
I wanted someone to love me. Someone to want me the way I am. Was that to much to ask? To much to want? I coundt rememeber the last I wanted something so bad as i wanted him. But i couldnt have him. He wasnt mine. But oh, i wanted him to want me the way i wanted him.
i always wanted but never tried and i never got what i wanted to this day.carpe diem folks,seize the day lest you repay
I remember when, I truly do. I wanted life so badly – to go out there and do things, and be someone. I have lived that life, the life that I wanted. Now is time to pause, and see if the wanting was worth it
i would like nothing more than to feel wanted. yet i also dislike feeling smothered, so i guess this is a lost endeavor. oh well.
I was never wanted as a child; thought of as a burden, I was raised harshly and without remorse. I would spend entire weeks trapped in the basement, and I cried. Oh how I cried..
All I wanted was to be wanted.
she wanted to be loved, she wanted everything, she wanted to be someones favourite thing, that they cherished the most, she wanted to be noticed, not have to explain how she feels, for people to know what was wrong just by looking at her face. But then she leant “I want”, never gets.
I want to feel wanted. That’s the crux of it. I think everyone wants to feel wanted but more than anything right now I want to be looked in the eye and told, “I love you. I will always love you. I will want you until we are old and dusty and our love has turned into a beautiful antique.”
I miss that. I just want to feel like I’m wanted and loved.
It wasn’t as if I was ungrateful. Rather the opposite. It was only the fact that I didn’t want to be in this situation. I had gone my whole life being unwanted, unneeded, that I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle the new found popularity and love of a family. I felt terrible about not being able to accept it, and I could see the pain on their faces as day after day I turned away from them and closed them out of my life. I couldn’t help it.
She desperately wanted FREEDOM! She had travelled the world and at times had definitely felt free, but in REAL life there was still a feeling of repression within. She pondered on what exactly is was that she wanted freedom from? What did “freedom” mean? And suddenly it dawned on her. Freedom from her own mind.
He sat upon the table, slumped against the wall at an awkward angle. His dark eyes studied the room as a small girl ran through the room, her dark hair swinging wildly as she laughed.
He felt a harsh twinge of sadness pang deep in his chest as she ran past.
She had not looked at him for months, just running past in a coloured blur while he sat upon table and watched the world pass by.
He only wished she would look at him and want to hug him liked she’d used to.
He was just a teddy bear, that wanted to be wanted.
i wish i knew what garrett wanted out of this me and him thing. i want to feel wanted by him after that night and im mixed. what does he want!? its lik that cheap trick song. i want u to want me. simple. now just let me kno what u want
That is the qeustion that underlies the basic human function. It expresses our dependency. We are always in need , in want.
In want of comfort, money, fellowship, companionship etc.
I want to be wanted.
I feel as if I’m unwanted
Everywhere I go
I feel as if I’ve been unwanted
Everywhere I’ve been
It’s not fair
I want to belong
I want to be wanted
I never wanted this,
to turn out so bad.
I never wanted you,
to end up so sad.
but in the end,
all we ever wanted,
will be all that haunts us.
in our hearts…
i dont want this word. i want a new one. i dont feel wanted. ive never felt wanted. maybe once or twice, i dont know. when i feel it, i dont believe it. isnt that sad? want me. not my body. me.
It’s so hard to feel wanted sometimes. Sometimes I don’t feel wanted at all. But then I look to God and remember that He is the only one who I truly want to want me! It’s that simple.
Everyone wants to feel wanted. Everyone yearns to have that one person that is filled with desire at even the most ephemeral thought of them. To feel wanted is a most extraordinary feeling. Irreplaceable, it is. Contradict me. Please.
I wish to feel wanted, but then sometimes I don’t want to be wanted so much, I want to be alone and not feel pressured into being something so thought about and suffocated. It’s nice to be wanted sometimes by the right people.
I have always wanted to have my own library in my home. The room i want is wall to wall shelves filled with books i have read and many more that i want to read sometime in the future. Is it a true want or really a need.