i want to be wanted like i want w-ant wa-nt wan-t what is the difference between a toddler’s wanting to not go to sleep alone in the dark and my one want of the exact same thing? both taught to be inter(dependent)/in-dependent
Jim stood staring at his face on a wanted picture. The likeness was uncanny noone else had a head of a lion in this town, even the chest hair sprouted out of the coller like a permenant cravat. Later he laughed remembering that he was staring at the poster for 30 mins before someone tackled him down to claim the reward
Feeling wanted is definitely one of the nicest feelings, whether that be by your friends or your boyfriends, or anyone for that matter. It’s so hard to go around when you feel as if no one even cares about you and they don’t think you matter at all.
when i wake up in the morning what do i want, usually the embrace of someone i truly care about, but most mornings i find myself lacking off, therefore leaving me void of motivation or reverence of needs just simply desiring to have my initial want fulfilled before the rest of the world pours in.
i wanted to see the pies from within the window but pressing in the place below me was a beautiful little girls who had her eye on the blueberry pis. Her selection was so near my own cravings that I followed her lead so as to be surprised with a choice.
wanted. signs everywhere. It was conceptual, but still none the less opressive. the price was a cold half million, and considering his deeds, it should have been more. He ran through the streets, invisible in plain sight, seeking refuge in the crowd.
wanted dead or alive. When you have a want you are in less control then you were before. If you give up the want, you can be free. Materialist things don’t make a difference in your life. It is what you make of it.
I wanted it so bad. The simple elegance, the ocean breezes, the warm down comforters at night snuggled against the cold, watching the fire in the pot belly stove. I had such high hopes for my 30th birthday. Now it’s just another day, another day that is my birthday. 30 years ago I was wanted. That feels good.
When you looked out the window with crashing tides through your mind you fell backward. You wanted. You wanted me to be closer, and I wasn’t sure if it was the right time. If you could speak louder I would know what you really wanted. It isn’t heartbreak, but it isn’t me, it is the crashing of the sea.
its how i want to feel. at my workplace, at my home. its what makes me feel at home. i want to make others feel wanted. because i know i like that feeling the most.
I’ve never felt so insecure. Nobody wants me around. I am a nuisance to everyone I come in connectbgddb with. I wish to be happy, to be needed, to be wanted by another human being.
To feel wanted would be so nice. To feel loved. To be loved. All my life I have spent my days wandering this earth in a lonely stupor. To have someone want me that they felt they couldn’t live without ME by their side- what I would give.
I think everyone wants to feel wanted. It’s an amazing feeling, to know that you’re loved and cared for by another person. People spend their entire lives trying to find out what this feels like. Some are content with their families, others turn towards their friends. Me? I keep holding out for that special someone. Someone I can wake up to in the morning and gaze at sleepily without a second care in the world. When I find her, I think I’ll know what it means to be happy.
I wanted to be with him so desperately, but I knew that it was impossible. He didn’t love me anymore. I had hurt him, and that was enough for him to hate me for eternity.
Tesla opened up her birthday gift. Her parents proudly stood over her and smiled. Just 11 years ago, she was just that tiny cabbage they’d brought home from the hospital. It was a small canister of Helium and a “My First Fusion Reactor” kit (by Ronco). Her eyes filled with tears of happiness and she threw her arms around both parents, saying, “It’s just what I wanted!” Then she turned around, grabbed the box, and ran to the garage, where she locked herself in. Now she could finally install that motor into her Ultra-Lite Skypjaq™ to go skimming around Neptune like all the cool kids.
The next day at school, she excitedly showed it off by the bike racks before class. Einstein Jones and Oppenheimer Johnson walked by and snickered, “Ha! Lookit her — She gots a cheap plastic-housed Helium core. That’s sooo 23rd century.”
I wish i could feel that way. Its not that i don’t but its not that i do. i tend to think that feeling wanted is what makes me more special as a person but really that’s not the truth i just search for constant validity from people outside of myself
I always want what I can’t have. Truth is, I’ve always wanted you. For almost a year and a half now. I’ve always wanted to be faithfully and truly yours. I honestly have been truly yours, you just haven’t been mine. I want to be wanted by you. You’re beautiful. You’re wonderful. I want you.
I’ve always wanted to feel wanted. To belong, to be a part of something. Then I met you and you made me feel like I was something. I didn’t need to be wanted to have value. I love you for that. Now, I see people and I see that everyone just wants to be wanted. They want people to need them and desire what they have to offer. I hope that they can find someone like you…
Wanted. And my picture. My picture! It had to be a mistake. But it wasn’t. I remembered the picture, taken last summer by Clarice’s pool. It had been a good day. Lazing around and stealing sips out of the vodka bottle we had liberated from her mother’s alcohol cupboard (later we would fill it back up with water and hope that Mrs. Fitzwallace wouldn’t notice the difference once she was drunk enough to actually imbibe the nasty stuff). Yeah, that was me up there on the cork board, staring out at the world passing me by.
I want to feel wanted. There is no greater feeling in like than to feel like you are wanted by another. Some that wants to hold you. To love you. To look into your eyes like they’re the only pair they see. It’s a wonder how such a small thing could make you feel so wonderful.
It feels good to be wanted, but even better to be needed. I have wanted a lot of things in my life. Some, I have gotten, others I have not. Its okay though. We move on if its just things we want. If its things we need, however, moving on from that is simply impossible. Wanting is strong, needing is necessary.
I wanted to know. The longing to know who I was, where I had come from, had been filling my every waking moment for some time now. I took a deep breath, my hands clenched on the yellowed paper document. This was it. The moment of truth.
Ive always wanted to be whatever made me happy and ive always wanted the love of a fine woman to accompany me through my life and i have found both those things.
IM HAPPY!
what i want isnt important though its the happiness that i can create for others that matters most.
i want to feel wanted
well dont we all
i want some one to love
and to catch me when i fall
i want the world to know that i exist
i’m not a simple alien experiment
i just want you to know that i’m here
i want you to feel me
when i am near.
I want a lot of things. I need something that i can’t find. But i’m looking for for this. Because i want it. Oh yeah, wanted like cowboys in the old bar, ready to meet some bad guy and pull the trieger. Now he’s dead. But wanted.
every one wants to be wanted everyone wants i want to eat but never gain weight will that happen? i want so many things and i will try my best to make them come true i dont want to fail but chances are if i try i might, i want to succeed.
Oh, the impossible need to feel wanted. The be wanted is not just a human characteristic but a characteristic of all that live. Freedom is not for those who feel wanted. Wanted is not freedom. To want is stated as greed. Greed is materialism and consumption. Materialism is the sin of our economy, which shall lead to our destruction if we fail to realize the harm that our “wanting” has caused.
I wanted more time. I wanted to not regret having wasted so much energy. I wanted you to notice why I felt this way. I wanted you to look at me really, truly. I wanted you to care that I wasn’t happy. I wanted you to think about everything we talked about and relate it to me. I want you to notice me, damn it. I wanted us to be happy. I just wanted us.
I thought I wanted to have you – I thought I wanted to be that person in your life –
then I wanted to cry – i wanted to know what it was that you just didnt’ see. i wanted to be more – I wanted to have some time with you – I wanted – sigh – I just wanted. and I keep wanting what you gave to someone else and I want to know why. I wanted to walk away – I wanted to hold the ground I was told to hole – and all I really wanted was you.
something that everyone wants to be. whether it is for a good thing, a bad thing, sexually desirable or any other form of being wanted. it shows that people care. unless its the government wanting you so they can punish you for a crime
i was wanted by the cops. 17 years old and i was on the most wanted list. i then realized my face was up everywhere. i ended up leaving town. i was gone. 3 days later i realized i couldnt do it. i came back home and there was dinner for me on the table. awesome.
i would love to feel the love that i yearn for.
i miss having you here, i need you here.
i wish you’d just call so i feel like you want to hear my voice.
i just want to feel wanted by you..
i want you to mean the love you exclaim you have.
i want to be wanted. i want to want somebody else. i miss the attention, which sounds shallow, but really i’m just sick of being alone and it’s nice to feel wanted. Wanted for love, not for sex, or brains, or usefulness. for love. i miss it.
To feel wanted and needed by somebody is one of the main things I crave in life.
It makes me feel secure, and gives me a purpose. Something that I can mould my life around,
an aim
a point
and an anchor.
i want to be wanted like i want w-ant wa-nt wan-t what is the difference between a toddler’s wanting to not go to sleep alone in the dark and my one want of the exact same thing? both taught to be inter(dependent)/in-dependent
Jim stood staring at his face on a wanted picture. The likeness was uncanny noone else had a head of a lion in this town, even the chest hair sprouted out of the coller like a permenant cravat. Later he laughed remembering that he was staring at the poster for 30 mins before someone tackled him down to claim the reward
Feeling wanted is definitely one of the nicest feelings, whether that be by your friends or your boyfriends, or anyone for that matter. It’s so hard to go around when you feel as if no one even cares about you and they don’t think you matter at all.
when i wake up in the morning what do i want, usually the embrace of someone i truly care about, but most mornings i find myself lacking off, therefore leaving me void of motivation or reverence of needs just simply desiring to have my initial want fulfilled before the rest of the world pours in.
i wanted to see the pies from within the window but pressing in the place below me was a beautiful little girls who had her eye on the blueberry pis. Her selection was so near my own cravings that I followed her lead so as to be surprised with a choice.
wanted. signs everywhere. It was conceptual, but still none the less opressive. the price was a cold half million, and considering his deeds, it should have been more. He ran through the streets, invisible in plain sight, seeking refuge in the crowd.
wanted dead or alive. When you have a want you are in less control then you were before. If you give up the want, you can be free. Materialist things don’t make a difference in your life. It is what you make of it.
I wanted it so bad. The simple elegance, the ocean breezes, the warm down comforters at night snuggled against the cold, watching the fire in the pot belly stove. I had such high hopes for my 30th birthday. Now it’s just another day, another day that is my birthday. 30 years ago I was wanted. That feels good.
When you looked out the window with crashing tides through your mind you fell backward. You wanted. You wanted me to be closer, and I wasn’t sure if it was the right time. If you could speak louder I would know what you really wanted. It isn’t heartbreak, but it isn’t me, it is the crashing of the sea.
its how i want to feel. at my workplace, at my home. its what makes me feel at home. i want to make others feel wanted. because i know i like that feeling the most.
I’ve never felt so insecure. Nobody wants me around. I am a nuisance to everyone I come in connectbgddb with. I wish to be happy, to be needed, to be wanted by another human being.
To feel wanted would be so nice. To feel loved. To be loved. All my life I have spent my days wandering this earth in a lonely stupor. To have someone want me that they felt they couldn’t live without ME by their side- what I would give.
I love this movie. James McAvoy. He must be sick of being wanted, though.
I want to want less.
I think everyone wants to feel wanted. It’s an amazing feeling, to know that you’re loved and cared for by another person. People spend their entire lives trying to find out what this feels like. Some are content with their families, others turn towards their friends. Me? I keep holding out for that special someone. Someone I can wake up to in the morning and gaze at sleepily without a second care in the world. When I find her, I think I’ll know what it means to be happy.
Wanted: One companion. Lightly used. Not irrevocably broken. Must be willing to put up with my shit.
Wanted: Three tires for a 1997 Honda Civic. I have the other one already. Also, an engine.
Wanted: Babysitter. Must be of strong moral fiber or be unattractive enough to repel lecherous hubby.
Wanted: Revolution. You know we all want to change the world.
I wanted to be with him so desperately, but I knew that it was impossible. He didn’t love me anymore. I had hurt him, and that was enough for him to hate me for eternity.
and that was all she needed to hear.
Tesla opened up her birthday gift. Her parents proudly stood over her and smiled. Just 11 years ago, she was just that tiny cabbage they’d brought home from the hospital. It was a small canister of Helium and a “My First Fusion Reactor” kit (by Ronco). Her eyes filled with tears of happiness and she threw her arms around both parents, saying, “It’s just what I wanted!” Then she turned around, grabbed the box, and ran to the garage, where she locked herself in. Now she could finally install that motor into her Ultra-Lite Skypjaq™ to go skimming around Neptune like all the cool kids.
The next day at school, she excitedly showed it off by the bike racks before class. Einstein Jones and Oppenheimer Johnson walked by and snickered, “Ha! Lookit her — She gots a cheap plastic-housed Helium core. That’s sooo 23rd century.”
How Tesla cried that night.
I wish i could feel that way. Its not that i don’t but its not that i do. i tend to think that feeling wanted is what makes me more special as a person but really that’s not the truth i just search for constant validity from people outside of myself
I always want what I can’t have. Truth is, I’ve always wanted you. For almost a year and a half now. I’ve always wanted to be faithfully and truly yours. I honestly have been truly yours, you just haven’t been mine. I want to be wanted by you. You’re beautiful. You’re wonderful. I want you.
I’ve always wanted to feel wanted. To belong, to be a part of something. Then I met you and you made me feel like I was something. I didn’t need to be wanted to have value. I love you for that. Now, I see people and I see that everyone just wants to be wanted. They want people to need them and desire what they have to offer. I hope that they can find someone like you…
Wanted. And my picture. My picture! It had to be a mistake. But it wasn’t. I remembered the picture, taken last summer by Clarice’s pool. It had been a good day. Lazing around and stealing sips out of the vodka bottle we had liberated from her mother’s alcohol cupboard (later we would fill it back up with water and hope that Mrs. Fitzwallace wouldn’t notice the difference once she was drunk enough to actually imbibe the nasty stuff). Yeah, that was me up there on the cork board, staring out at the world passing me by.
I want to feel wanted. There is no greater feeling in like than to feel like you are wanted by another. Some that wants to hold you. To love you. To look into your eyes like they’re the only pair they see. It’s a wonder how such a small thing could make you feel so wonderful.
It feels good to be wanted, but even better to be needed. I have wanted a lot of things in my life. Some, I have gotten, others I have not. Its okay though. We move on if its just things we want. If its things we need, however, moving on from that is simply impossible. Wanting is strong, needing is necessary.
I wanted to know. The longing to know who I was, where I had come from, had been filling my every waking moment for some time now. I took a deep breath, my hands clenched on the yellowed paper document. This was it. The moment of truth.
Ive always wanted to be whatever made me happy and ive always wanted the love of a fine woman to accompany me through my life and i have found both those things.
IM HAPPY!
what i want isnt important though its the happiness that i can create for others that matters most.
i want to feel wanted
well dont we all
i want some one to love
and to catch me when i fall
i want the world to know that i exist
i’m not a simple alien experiment
i just want you to know that i’m here
i want you to feel me
when i am near.
I want a lot of things. I need something that i can’t find. But i’m looking for for this. Because i want it. Oh yeah, wanted like cowboys in the old bar, ready to meet some bad guy and pull the trieger. Now he’s dead. But wanted.
i am beautiful. wanted. loved. criminals are also wanted. Passion makes me think of being wanted….makes me think of matt. Wanted serial killers are.
every one wants to be wanted everyone wants i want to eat but never gain weight will that happen? i want so many things and i will try my best to make them come true i dont want to fail but chances are if i try i might, i want to succeed.
Oh, the impossible need to feel wanted. The be wanted is not just a human characteristic but a characteristic of all that live. Freedom is not for those who feel wanted. Wanted is not freedom. To want is stated as greed. Greed is materialism and consumption. Materialism is the sin of our economy, which shall lead to our destruction if we fail to realize the harm that our “wanting” has caused.
I wanted more time. I wanted to not regret having wasted so much energy. I wanted you to notice why I felt this way. I wanted you to look at me really, truly. I wanted you to care that I wasn’t happy. I wanted you to think about everything we talked about and relate it to me. I want you to notice me, damn it. I wanted us to be happy. I just wanted us.
I thought I wanted to have you – I thought I wanted to be that person in your life –
then I wanted to cry – i wanted to know what it was that you just didnt’ see. i wanted to be more – I wanted to have some time with you – I wanted – sigh – I just wanted. and I keep wanting what you gave to someone else and I want to know why. I wanted to walk away – I wanted to hold the ground I was told to hole – and all I really wanted was you.
something that everyone wants to be. whether it is for a good thing, a bad thing, sexually desirable or any other form of being wanted. it shows that people care. unless its the government wanting you so they can punish you for a crime
i was wanted by the cops. 17 years old and i was on the most wanted list. i then realized my face was up everywhere. i ended up leaving town. i was gone. 3 days later i realized i couldnt do it. i came back home and there was dinner for me on the table. awesome.
Being wanted is pretty awesome. It’s a little like being in love.
i would love to feel the love that i yearn for.
i miss having you here, i need you here.
i wish you’d just call so i feel like you want to hear my voice.
i just want to feel wanted by you..
i want you to mean the love you exclaim you have.
i want to be wanted. i want to want somebody else. i miss the attention, which sounds shallow, but really i’m just sick of being alone and it’s nice to feel wanted. Wanted for love, not for sex, or brains, or usefulness. for love. i miss it.
“I wanted to let you in,” she said gently, “but my landlord would have woken up when the door shut. I’m sorry I kept you out in the cold.”
To feel wanted and needed by somebody is one of the main things I crave in life.
It makes me feel secure, and gives me a purpose. Something that I can mould my life around,
an aim
a point
and an anchor.