i wonder what this is about. wonder is also bread. iwonder what josh is doing … or how much he loves me, or if there is life on other planets, in another galaxy or somewhere. i wonder if people are thinking what i am thinking at this exact moment, if they are wondering what life is as well…i always wonder what life is.
I wondered how long it would last, this perpetual lack of progress, this existence bound by deflating dreams and undone to do lists. Will I ever succeed in realizing my lofty ambitions, or will I fail, falling to not, a wistful waste of potential?
i wonder what im going to be doin in 10 years.i wonder why we cant travel time.i wonder why the word wonder meas wonder.i wonder why i cant be happy all the time.i wonde why i cant find money on the ground i wonder why my life sucks sometimes i wonder why money rules everything around me i wonder my
Sometimes I wonder how things would have turned out if just one thing, one tiny little thing had been different. What if I had gone on a trip one day early, or one day late? Would my life be drastically different from today. Or would it be more or less the same? A minute here and there can easily be the difference of life and death in some cases.
life is upon the world of wonder. what goes through his mind? his; the one i love. what goes through my mind is that, he makes me laugh. he makes me smile. i dont know where i would be without him. i mean, he’s my best friend.. i love him with all my heart.. if only he knew..
I wonder where they are, what happens where do we go. Wonderful. Clouds, sky, nature. Magic, dreams. Reality? Is there any. Wh are we? Why are we? Is this real?! So strange!
I wonder where we will end up will it happen how we’d like? Will it hurt?
I only wrote about this a few minutes ago! Its quite fun to wonder about things. I wonder all the time. I wonder whats going to happen tomorrow, or next week, or next september when my exam results come out. Where will I be? I wonder about lots of stuff.
i wonder what you think about me when i send you those random text messages at three in the morning. i wonder if you think about me before you go to sleep at night and i wonder if you wish i was there.
i wonder what you’re doing right now, who your with.
i wonder if you care about all the little things that drive me crazy and make me self conscious about myself. or if you really do like everything about me.
I wonder what the world would be like without him. Would I still be here? Would I be alone? Would I be with someone else? Where, how, whom? All these questions…. But I could care less, he’s here, with me, and I couldn’t be happier.
wondering what life is about. if its fucking worth all the hassle. happiness, hope and peace. going to knew places and discovering new things, changing a persons life for the better, inspiring someone, leaving a person in awe after you’ve just met, going to a place that fills you with hope, looking at something beautiful
Sometimes i wonder what my life will be like when i’m older. I worry about it when i’m about to fall asleep, or trying to finish a term paper. I wonder if i’m going to get into college. I wonder if i’m going to get out of this state. I wonder if my life will turn into what i want it to or if it will just remain unfinished. I wonder about it a lot. Maybe to much.
Wonder and think, Think and wonder,
what’s up there in that great big space?
that place which we float on what is it, and
what’s beyond? All that I can do is wonder…
it is a wonder that i even have enough time to eat anything with sauce on it. i fly through the kitchen grabbing at flakes of meat out of the package and stand in the middle of the kitchen, barefooted, gobbling it in shreds. what does my dog think of me?
i wonder why i’m doing this. writing is about wondering. fiction, creation, everything is a product of wonder. wondering is an intelligent, inquisitive curiosity. seeking answers. wonde
I sometimes stop and stare at you, and smile to myself. Plenty of road behind us yet even more ahead. I know how we got here but I still think you’re a wonder .
I wonder what the trees smell like in the morning….I wonder if the grass still smells as sweet at night time…does wonder ever wonder? I wonder…..I wonder if this makes any sense. Probably not. But the topic is wonder so you can wonder and my nonsense.
The magic and music of the guitar strings, strumming through her ears as she lay in the rumpled sheets. How, someone so simple and young and calm could be so beautiful. She looked at her lover and sighed in wonder… Her lips tingled with his kisses and her goosebumps rose in flurries. He was a magician, a dream, a star fallen to hold her in his heat and light. Magnificent.
wonder is the thing that little kids do when their imagination runs wild. the thing that says you have no limits and adds color to your life. the ponder in your mind whether or no t something may become of something else. the beauty of the world and your intellectual mind day dreaming without limits and climbing up to new heights in intelligence. the individuality everyone nowadays is missing because people judge without using the power of wonder. wondering if their a good person. wondering why are they judging them. people stop wondering so they wont judge and so they wont make people stop wondering. wondering is the base of society that everyone needs to regain so that we can wonder and let our imagination run wild once more.
I wonder about a lot of things…what’s going to happen next year? What will Portland be like. I wonder if Jamie and I will be together forever. I wonder if I’ll ever grow out of my temper and stubbornness… sometimes I wonder why I wonder all the time? I think wondering is good for you.
And looking up from the breakfast table, a crescent moon hung. And as they watched in wonder it diminished and disappeared. By chance – they had witnessed the end of the only lunar eclipse visible in their part of the world in years.
i wonder a lot of things about life and the sky and the grass and the mystical sense of life that comes with all things that naturally exist. i wonder if we have tainted it with what we have now. Wonder is a magical thing that has filled the head of children and allowed them to dream. I wonder if we can still wonder these days. Perhaps we’re running out of it.
I gaze in wonderment at the change in your eyes you look lifeless like she is sucking the life out of you and deep down i know she is and i know there is nothing i can do to protect you she has you wrapped around her finger and her fangs deep into your heart, sucking everything dry, you already are half alive, living in a daze you are unfocused and i want to pull you away, pull you back take you back make sure you are okay, i need you i will never say it but i need you more then you could ever imagine.
i wonder about things all the time. i wonder what my life will turn out to be. wondering, i think, is good for the soul. it helps me prepare for the future. makes me ready to work for what i want. does wondering = dreaming?
Did we break the Earth? The article says we broke the Earth because we invented computers and cars and the Internet and McDonalds. I don’t feel like I am the way the article says I am, lazy and gross and pollute-y, but it seems we broke the Earth.
Wonder is a funny thing. It goes hand in hand with curiosity. Little kids are full of wonder; it’s what makes them do all the silly things they do. It’s also what’s behind all the questions they ask. Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why does it snow in winter and not in the summer? Without wonder we’d probably never learn anything. If we weren’t curious enough to wonder about anything no one would ever care enough to figure out why things are the way they are.
Did we break the Earth? The article says we broke the Earth because we invented computers and cars and the Internet and McDonalds. I don’t feel like I am the way the article says I am, lazy and gross and pollute-y, but it seems we broke the Earth.
I had never wondered about the sky or what lay beyond it before. The very first time was at the station, staring out the window at the silvery shuttle that would be taking us up. For a second, I thought that perhaps space would be beautiful. It always looked beautiful in photos. But that thought passed quickly. The feeling of being on solid ground was beautiful to me.
Felix gazed up at me. I shifted from paw to paw uncertainly.
“Wow, Mel. That’s… that’s something different.”
I huffed a breath through my wolf nose, nodding.
“Exactly when were you planning on telling my about this?” But I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t really care. He’s awestruck by the wonder of it all.
This is a wonderous world that we live in. It’s a difficult world, true, but if one truly looks beyond the hard times, one can find the beautiful things that life has to offer. Life is beautiful. Always has been, always will be, and it just takes a person opening up their mind to take in the beauty around them.
I wonder when I will see you again.
I wonder what all the best foods I’ve never eaten taste like.
I wonder what places I will go to in my life.
I wonder what the world will be like when I’m an adult.
I wonder why people argue.
I wonder why we are who we are.
I wonder whats going to happen in the future, i wonder why things happened in the past. And i wonder whats happening right now.
i wonder what this is about. wonder is also bread. iwonder what josh is doing … or how much he loves me, or if there is life on other planets, in another galaxy or somewhere. i wonder if people are thinking what i am thinking at this exact moment, if they are wondering what life is as well…i always wonder what life is.
I wondered how long it would last, this perpetual lack of progress, this existence bound by deflating dreams and undone to do lists. Will I ever succeed in realizing my lofty ambitions, or will I fail, falling to not, a wistful waste of potential?
i think that I shall never see a poop as lovely as can be and if it were only up to me I’d turn myself into a tree…
Bread
i wonder what im going to be doin in 10 years.i wonder why we cant travel time.i wonder why the word wonder meas wonder.i wonder why i cant be happy all the time.i wonde why i cant find money on the ground i wonder why my life sucks sometimes i wonder why money rules everything around me i wonder my
Sometimes I wonder how things would have turned out if just one thing, one tiny little thing had been different. What if I had gone on a trip one day early, or one day late? Would my life be drastically different from today. Or would it be more or less the same? A minute here and there can easily be the difference of life and death in some cases.
life is upon the world of wonder. what goes through his mind? his; the one i love. what goes through my mind is that, he makes me laugh. he makes me smile. i dont know where i would be without him. i mean, he’s my best friend.. i love him with all my heart.. if only he knew..
I wonder where they are, what happens where do we go. Wonderful. Clouds, sky, nature. Magic, dreams. Reality? Is there any. Wh are we? Why are we? Is this real?! So strange!
I wonder where we will end up will it happen how we’d like? Will it hurt?
I only wrote about this a few minutes ago! Its quite fun to wonder about things. I wonder all the time. I wonder whats going to happen tomorrow, or next week, or next september when my exam results come out. Where will I be? I wonder about lots of stuff.
i wonder what you think about me when i send you those random text messages at three in the morning. i wonder if you think about me before you go to sleep at night and i wonder if you wish i was there.
i wonder what you’re doing right now, who your with.
i wonder if you care about all the little things that drive me crazy and make me self conscious about myself. or if you really do like everything about me.
One often wonders what others are thinking. Is my intuition correct? Wonder how often? For that name just keeps following me.
I wonder what the world would be like without him. Would I still be here? Would I be alone? Would I be with someone else? Where, how, whom? All these questions…. But I could care less, he’s here, with me, and I couldn’t be happier.
wondering what life is about. if its fucking worth all the hassle. happiness, hope and peace. going to knew places and discovering new things, changing a persons life for the better, inspiring someone, leaving a person in awe after you’ve just met, going to a place that fills you with hope, looking at something beautiful
Sometimes i wonder what my life will be like when i’m older. I worry about it when i’m about to fall asleep, or trying to finish a term paper. I wonder if i’m going to get into college. I wonder if i’m going to get out of this state. I wonder if my life will turn into what i want it to or if it will just remain unfinished. I wonder about it a lot. Maybe to much.
Wonder and think, Think and wonder,
what’s up there in that great big space?
that place which we float on what is it, and
what’s beyond? All that I can do is wonder…
Do you ever wonder what happens when you die?
Some people say that you see a light, or that everything goes cold. That you see black; that there’s nothing after, that there’s everything after.
I’m not in such a hurry to find out, but it’s something to think about, isn’t it?
it is a wonder that i even have enough time to eat anything with sauce on it. i fly through the kitchen grabbing at flakes of meat out of the package and stand in the middle of the kitchen, barefooted, gobbling it in shreds. what does my dog think of me?
i wonder why i’m doing this. writing is about wondering. fiction, creation, everything is a product of wonder. wondering is an intelligent, inquisitive curiosity. seeking answers. wonde
I sometimes stop and stare at you, and smile to myself. Plenty of road behind us yet even more ahead. I know how we got here but I still think you’re a wonder .
I wonder what the trees smell like in the morning….I wonder if the grass still smells as sweet at night time…does wonder ever wonder? I wonder…..I wonder if this makes any sense. Probably not. But the topic is wonder so you can wonder and my nonsense.
The magic and music of the guitar strings, strumming through her ears as she lay in the rumpled sheets. How, someone so simple and young and calm could be so beautiful. She looked at her lover and sighed in wonder… Her lips tingled with his kisses and her goosebumps rose in flurries. He was a magician, a dream, a star fallen to hold her in his heat and light. Magnificent.
wonder is the thing that little kids do when their imagination runs wild. the thing that says you have no limits and adds color to your life. the ponder in your mind whether or no t something may become of something else. the beauty of the world and your intellectual mind day dreaming without limits and climbing up to new heights in intelligence. the individuality everyone nowadays is missing because people judge without using the power of wonder. wondering if their a good person. wondering why are they judging them. people stop wondering so they wont judge and so they wont make people stop wondering. wondering is the base of society that everyone needs to regain so that we can wonder and let our imagination run wild once more.
It’s amazing. Something you’ve always been curious about… Unfathomable, sometimes, yet so simple at other times. It seems like it’s just out of reach.
I wonder about a lot of things…what’s going to happen next year? What will Portland be like. I wonder if Jamie and I will be together forever. I wonder if I’ll ever grow out of my temper and stubbornness… sometimes I wonder why I wonder all the time? I think wondering is good for you.
And looking up from the breakfast table, a crescent moon hung. And as they watched in wonder it diminished and disappeared. By chance – they had witnessed the end of the only lunar eclipse visible in their part of the world in years.
i wonder a lot of things about life and the sky and the grass and the mystical sense of life that comes with all things that naturally exist. i wonder if we have tainted it with what we have now. Wonder is a magical thing that has filled the head of children and allowed them to dream. I wonder if we can still wonder these days. Perhaps we’re running out of it.
I gaze in wonderment at the change in your eyes you look lifeless like she is sucking the life out of you and deep down i know she is and i know there is nothing i can do to protect you she has you wrapped around her finger and her fangs deep into your heart, sucking everything dry, you already are half alive, living in a daze you are unfocused and i want to pull you away, pull you back take you back make sure you are okay, i need you i will never say it but i need you more then you could ever imagine.
i wonder about things all the time. i wonder what my life will turn out to be. wondering, i think, is good for the soul. it helps me prepare for the future. makes me ready to work for what i want. does wondering = dreaming?
Did we break the Earth? The article says we broke the Earth because we invented computers and cars and the Internet and McDonalds. I don’t feel like I am the way the article says I am, lazy and gross and pollute-y, but it seems we broke the Earth.
Playful exploration of space
Forgetting time
Where the conscious meets
Unconscious light
kathleen smiles.her child is a wonder to behold.
Wonder is a funny thing. It goes hand in hand with curiosity. Little kids are full of wonder; it’s what makes them do all the silly things they do. It’s also what’s behind all the questions they ask. Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why does it snow in winter and not in the summer? Without wonder we’d probably never learn anything. If we weren’t curious enough to wonder about anything no one would ever care enough to figure out why things are the way they are.
I wonder. I wonder about a lot of things, plainly life is a wonder.
Did we break the Earth? The article says we broke the Earth because we invented computers and cars and the Internet and McDonalds. I don’t feel like I am the way the article says I am, lazy and gross and pollute-y, but it seems we broke the Earth.
I had never wondered about the sky or what lay beyond it before. The very first time was at the station, staring out the window at the silvery shuttle that would be taking us up. For a second, I thought that perhaps space would be beautiful. It always looked beautiful in photos. But that thought passed quickly. The feeling of being on solid ground was beautiful to me.
i like wonders drawn from blunders striking strong like ferral thunder.
Sometimes I wonder how I got into this all…. Tell me, what did I do that made me deserve this? What did I do wrong?
Felix gazed up at me. I shifted from paw to paw uncertainly.
“Wow, Mel. That’s… that’s something different.”
I huffed a breath through my wolf nose, nodding.
“Exactly when were you planning on telling my about this?” But I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t really care. He’s awestruck by the wonder of it all.
This is a wonderous world that we live in. It’s a difficult world, true, but if one truly looks beyond the hard times, one can find the beautiful things that life has to offer. Life is beautiful. Always has been, always will be, and it just takes a person opening up their mind to take in the beauty around them.
I wonder when I will see you again.
I wonder what all the best foods I’ve never eaten taste like.
I wonder what places I will go to in my life.
I wonder what the world will be like when I’m an adult.
I wonder why people argue.
I wonder why we are who we are.