I wonder if I’ll scream at him when I finally confront him. I really hope I don’t start crying. You know, it really does make perfect sense. She is far prettier than me and I’m sure she speaks Spanish like he does. I just hope I can keep calm. I refuse to let him hurt me. Or at least, when it comes down to it, I will. When this started I couldn’t think of anything in the world that could make me like him any less and now I hate him. I just hope I don’t start crying. There’s no reason to cry, I always knew he could find someone better than me. I just didn’t want him to.
I wonder how your life is most of the time, I wonder if you’re enjoying Europe and if you’re walking where I once walked, if you see what I once saw and I wonder if your thoughts are the same as mine once were or if you’ve come up with new thoughts all on your own if your perspective is incredible and the things you see will change your outlook of everything from that moment on.
So board at work, sitting here wondering what it would be like to have a job I truely enjoy and feel secure with. Day dreaming of someone kind and handsome!
our neighbors are proof that life can be buoyant
for the week we’ve been here already 8 parties
have kept us by the curtains, peeking when we can
across the courtyard they drunkenly dance
they pirouette by the window so we can wonder
i wonder if jon will ever get back together with me. i think i may be in love with him. i know that jeff says the whole first love thing, and i think he is right. i really just want to be something jon wants. i wonder if he will ever want me like that. i want him to want me… so bad.
I wonder what the future has in store for me. As of right now, I wonder about the most mundane things. Perhaps wonder is not the right word. I should say “worry”. This is the epitome of obsession. Is that a problem? I wonder.
I wonder if you’ll ever love me again. I wonder how it is possible that you can stand there and watch me cry without even wanting to kiss the sorrow out of my lips. I wonder why I hurt you so many times, why I took you for granted. I wonder if you have it in you to forgive me, so that we may once again be together.
Wonder, wonder. Making stories that only live within. I’m treasured in only the imagination…In love, I am given way to dream the fairy tales I once drew upon my solace from.Can I tell you my wondering love sick tragedy?
i wonder what wonder means. wonder when you think of something. fascinate it. wonder what they are doing. thinking about it. wonder wonder wonder! :D wonderful answer, eh?
wonder is a wonderful word. To wonder about things is the wonderous way of wondering. Wonder wonder wonder. I like to say it. It makes me wonder where the word wonder comes from. I wonder if I’ll be able to write about wondering before the time runs out. Looks like I am doing a good job. I wonder if Cole thinks so. Ummmmmmmm wonder
I always wonder how people can be so evil? Why they just don’t want to relax, be happy and help each other? why do we need to be such bitches? i hate people.
Wonder! What a wonder-ful word! To be filled with wonder is to see the world through a child’s eyes. Yet there are many things we can also see as adults. Today’s photo/drawing of the black hole swallowing an entire star – if that doesn’t fill you with wonder, nothing will!
I wonder what it feels like to fly like a bird but like a plane like without feathers like it’d feel so smooth and refreshing and beautiful.
Holy fucking shit, I am so baked right now, does that even make sense.
i wonder why i feel this, wondering why every time you text me my mind starts running on this small high i get, but it know that your no good for me. do you Wonder what happen to us, why you give up
It is this thing, this driving force, this reward for our curious nature. It a sense, as they say, but not so included within sight and smell, but deep within the mind, deep within the dreams, and aspirations so beholder to the world of ideas blown apart by a single moment.
Did you ever wonder what it would be like if everything was different? Did you ever wonder what would happen if I hadn’t pushed you away from that explosion? Did you ever wonder what would happen if I hadn’t become disabled? Did you ever wonder what would happen… if we were together?
A glimpse past reality and into thought. A true gaze at something that is of no truth or distruth. Is that a word? I wonder. Lol clown hat smiley face. Wonder is something I like to do on a walk, or just outside. In the sun or at dusk. Never when it’s too dark unless there’s light. you can’t wonder with no light!
I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky, and all that I can see, is just a yellow lemon tree.
Turn my head, up and down, turn, turn, turn, turn around and all that I can see, is just a yellow lemon tree.
I wonder when does the fear of the unknown become curiosity. When did someone decide everything is really not that scary and we need to know, we need to have the desire of knowledge to do great things. But I wonder how can we do great things if we’re suppressed by the ones who love us. The ones still stuck behind the cage of their fear. I wonder.
i’m wondering: what it means to be a human
wondering about the future
which is in itself a wonder
looking thorough a glass and finding a mirror
a land of wonder that leaves you wondering in hope
I wonder why we have to kill
and why I’m still alive
why no one hasn’t killed me yet
because I am wasting space here
and they don’t like my caramel skin
or the words that evaporate from my lips
as I continue to face.
The days recede into darkness
no intellectual light to grace
the fetid silvery outlines of
what otherwise
would have been promising.
I wonder what this site is really all about. Is it effective. Will it bring skills that lead to etching out wonder upon and from the world? Fictional wonderment turned non-fictional. Bliss in 60 seconds.
I wonder what he thinks, when he has that look in his eye. Everytime he looks down at me, I try to understand his cloudy brown gaze. It sort of breaks my heart, and I get the gut feeling that it should. Since when do people like us make it in love? He’s perfect, unspoiled and immaculate. I don’t know how to be just right. Perhaps that’s what he thinks, and with an aching soul I have to agree.
I wonder what I’m supposed to think about – my mind doesn’t work that way – or I take instructions too literally – it said not to think so I really just stopped thinking but I don’t think that’s going to be productive so maybe I’ll think a little. wonder is being a child and feeling the intensity of the world around you. wonder is over for me.
Rainstorms beginning in the middle of a cold November night, somewhere else. Somewhere like England. I awake in the middle of the night at the first clap of thunder and smile.
i wonder if you still think about me, as i think about you. i wonder what girls have caught your eye. i wonder if you’ll ever stop catching mine. i wonder if i will ever forget the times we had, or the mess that we made.
Wonderland of questions to ask you.
Things to find out about you.
I don’t know what to ask first.
Stuttering over our conversations; tripping on verbs and adjectives.
I don’t know if you thought it was cute, like you said, or funny.
Julie stared at the sky in wonder. She had never seen the Aurora Borealis before. It was so beautiful… So amazing. She turned to Roi and hugged him. “Thank you. This is so amazing!”
A big thing I wonder about is what my kids are going to be like. I imagine them a lot in my head– I have this clear picture, as silly as that is, of what they look like. Or, I guess, what I hope they’ll look like (considering the little girls I imagine are cute as hell and all spunky and everyone loves them).
Wonderful. I wonder what you think it is. For me, a cold, rainy day. A snap awake in the middle of the night at that first clap of thunder. Falling back to sleep smiling.
wonder why? wonder as in sublimity. wonder____: some product with an infomercial. ‘i wonder why’ could be the start of a stand-up comedy line. observational comedy. hot pockets.
I wonder if I’ll scream at him when I finally confront him. I really hope I don’t start crying. You know, it really does make perfect sense. She is far prettier than me and I’m sure she speaks Spanish like he does. I just hope I can keep calm. I refuse to let him hurt me. Or at least, when it comes down to it, I will. When this started I couldn’t think of anything in the world that could make me like him any less and now I hate him. I just hope I don’t start crying. There’s no reason to cry, I always knew he could find someone better than me. I just didn’t want him to.
She really is pretty.
i wonder why i wander in wonderland ?
I wonder how your life is most of the time, I wonder if you’re enjoying Europe and if you’re walking where I once walked, if you see what I once saw and I wonder if your thoughts are the same as mine once were or if you’ve come up with new thoughts all on your own if your perspective is incredible and the things you see will change your outlook of everything from that moment on.
So board at work, sitting here wondering what it would be like to have a job I truely enjoy and feel secure with. Day dreaming of someone kind and handsome!
our neighbors are proof that life can be buoyant
for the week we’ve been here already 8 parties
have kept us by the curtains, peeking when we can
across the courtyard they drunkenly dance
they pirouette by the window so we can wonder
i wonder if jon will ever get back together with me. i think i may be in love with him. i know that jeff says the whole first love thing, and i think he is right. i really just want to be something jon wants. i wonder if he will ever want me like that. i want him to want me… so bad.
I wonder what the future has in store for me. As of right now, I wonder about the most mundane things. Perhaps wonder is not the right word. I should say “worry”. This is the epitome of obsession. Is that a problem? I wonder.
I wonder if you’ll ever love me again. I wonder how it is possible that you can stand there and watch me cry without even wanting to kiss the sorrow out of my lips. I wonder why I hurt you so many times, why I took you for granted. I wonder if you have it in you to forgive me, so that we may once again be together.
Wonder, wonder. Making stories that only live within. I’m treasured in only the imagination…In love, I am given way to dream the fairy tales I once drew upon my solace from.Can I tell you my wondering love sick tragedy?
why do you have me wonder if this is true , if this is what we wanted. I lay awake and wonder if we can ever just go back to the way things use to be.
i wonder what wonder means. wonder when you think of something. fascinate it. wonder what they are doing. thinking about it. wonder wonder wonder! :D wonderful answer, eh?
wonder is a wonderful word. To wonder about things is the wonderous way of wondering. Wonder wonder wonder. I like to say it. It makes me wonder where the word wonder comes from. I wonder if I’ll be able to write about wondering before the time runs out. Looks like I am doing a good job. I wonder if Cole thinks so. Ummmmmmmm wonder
I always wonder how people can be so evil? Why they just don’t want to relax, be happy and help each other? why do we need to be such bitches? i hate people.
Wonder! What a wonder-ful word! To be filled with wonder is to see the world through a child’s eyes. Yet there are many things we can also see as adults. Today’s photo/drawing of the black hole swallowing an entire star – if that doesn’t fill you with wonder, nothing will!
I think to wonder is to wander. And I try not to let my mind wonder about too many things that would be unhealthy to wander to. But on the other hand…
Its a wonderful day. Its raining outside. I have always wondered how wonderful are these wonders of nature that God has created for us.
I wonder what it feels like to fly like a bird but like a plane like without feathers like it’d feel so smooth and refreshing and beautiful.
Holy fucking shit, I am so baked right now, does that even make sense.
The wonder that is Wonderbra……
i wonder why i feel this, wondering why every time you text me my mind starts running on this small high i get, but it know that your no good for me. do you Wonder what happen to us, why you give up
It is this thing, this driving force, this reward for our curious nature. It a sense, as they say, but not so included within sight and smell, but deep within the mind, deep within the dreams, and aspirations so beholder to the world of ideas blown apart by a single moment.
Did you ever wonder what it would be like if everything was different? Did you ever wonder what would happen if I hadn’t pushed you away from that explosion? Did you ever wonder what would happen if I hadn’t become disabled? Did you ever wonder what would happen… if we were together?
A glimpse past reality and into thought. A true gaze at something that is of no truth or distruth. Is that a word? I wonder. Lol clown hat smiley face. Wonder is something I like to do on a walk, or just outside. In the sun or at dusk. Never when it’s too dark unless there’s light. you can’t wonder with no light!
I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky, and all that I can see, is just a yellow lemon tree.
Turn my head, up and down, turn, turn, turn, turn around and all that I can see, is just a yellow lemon tree.
Bliss!
I wonder when does the fear of the unknown become curiosity. When did someone decide everything is really not that scary and we need to know, we need to have the desire of knowledge to do great things. But I wonder how can we do great things if we’re suppressed by the ones who love us. The ones still stuck behind the cage of their fear. I wonder.
i’m wondering: what it means to be a human
wondering about the future
which is in itself a wonder
looking thorough a glass and finding a mirror
a land of wonder that leaves you wondering in hope
I wonder why we have to kill
and why I’m still alive
why no one hasn’t killed me yet
because I am wasting space here
and they don’t like my caramel skin
or the words that evaporate from my lips
as I continue to face.
The days recede into darkness
no intellectual light to grace
the fetid silvery outlines of
what otherwise
would have been promising.
I wonder what this site is really all about. Is it effective. Will it bring skills that lead to etching out wonder upon and from the world? Fictional wonderment turned non-fictional. Bliss in 60 seconds.
I wonder what he thinks, when he has that look in his eye. Everytime he looks down at me, I try to understand his cloudy brown gaze. It sort of breaks my heart, and I get the gut feeling that it should. Since when do people like us make it in love? He’s perfect, unspoiled and immaculate. I don’t know how to be just right. Perhaps that’s what he thinks, and with an aching soul I have to agree.
I wonder what I’m supposed to think about – my mind doesn’t work that way – or I take instructions too literally – it said not to think so I really just stopped thinking but I don’t think that’s going to be productive so maybe I’ll think a little. wonder is being a child and feeling the intensity of the world around you. wonder is over for me.
in the quiet stillness, i can do nothing but wonder where you are and if you’re thinking of me.
Rainstorms beginning in the middle of a cold November night, somewhere else. Somewhere like England. I awake in the middle of the night at the first clap of thunder and smile.
i wonder if you still think about me, as i think about you. i wonder what girls have caught your eye. i wonder if you’ll ever stop catching mine. i wonder if i will ever forget the times we had, or the mess that we made.
Wonderland of questions to ask you.
Things to find out about you.
I don’t know what to ask first.
Stuttering over our conversations; tripping on verbs and adjectives.
I don’t know if you thought it was cute, like you said, or funny.
Ponder.
Julie stared at the sky in wonder. She had never seen the Aurora Borealis before. It was so beautiful… So amazing. She turned to Roi and hugged him. “Thank you. This is so amazing!”
“Love is a many wondrous thing! Love lift us up where we belong! All you need is love!”
That’s a really good movie that everyone should WATCH :D
A big thing I wonder about is what my kids are going to be like. I imagine them a lot in my head– I have this clear picture, as silly as that is, of what they look like. Or, I guess, what I hope they’ll look like (considering the little girls I imagine are cute as hell and all spunky and everyone loves them).
Wonderful. I wonder what you think it is. For me, a cold, rainy day. A snap awake in the middle of the night at that first clap of thunder. Falling back to sleep smiling.
think
stargazing
ponder
idea
wonder why? wonder as in sublimity. wonder____: some product with an infomercial. ‘i wonder why’ could be the start of a stand-up comedy line. observational comedy. hot pockets.