i wondered who you were but then lost site of the premise,
that day was endless, i forgot about you for 60 secs and remembered that i wondered,
that was a beautiful day. now its another day. oh how i think about me.
I wondered why I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. All I knew is that i didn’t want to be there, and it was loud, and cold, and wet. As I laid there wondering, it hit me like I hit the ground. I was going to die.
i wondered who you were but then lost site of the premise,
that day was endless, i forgot about your for 60 secs and remembered that i wondered,
that was a beautiful day. now its another day.
I always wondered about a lot more than most people. How does the ink come out of pens? Why don’t I believe in god? How do other people think that makes sense? How does the human mind work? Where did everything come from? Why are we here? I wondered about gravity, about the universe. I wondered about everything.
I wondered what would happen if she kissed me. I don’t think about her too much, I swear, I just wondered today what her lips would feel like. Does she taste good? i would really like to find out. I met her just yesterday–i knew I should have gotten up the courage and talked to her, but all I could do was just look. Green eyes, curly hair that touches her neck so lightly…
I wonder how the guy from SLC punk became shaggy in scooby-doo, and now I’m wondering how it would feel to wake up and your best friend is gone. Then I wonder what it would be like to have a best friend…
I wondered about my life, how it would all turn out. I wondered about love, about God, about the end of the world. I wondered about how someone’s love could so easily turn from me to another, I wondered how families can be broken and formed again and again until all is left is a big, massive collage of broken pieces and items that
Kelly stared at her notebook as she walked out of the library. Was she really as silly as Sam said? She’d always looked up to him and couldn’t believe he thought she was so young and inexperienced. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was that way.
red is a wonderful color. It is the color of blood. it is the color of passion. vitality. love. heat. hate. it is the color that shows that your alive. It is a woderfull color. It is wonderred.
I wondered today if it is a coincedence that GRAPE and GREAT share 4/5 of their letters.
Of course this was after I stepped on one, after I wondered how it got there, after I checked the fridge, and after I complained that noone told me about the great grapes. :)
Today I received a letter from a little girl in my tutoring class that said she hated me and tutoring, and drew some very mean pictures. I wondered if she meant what she said, or if she was just having a bad day. I am still wondering… I always wonder, to the point of paranoia.
sometimes i wonder what my life would be like if a single day in my past had gone differently. i would not have found the girl of my dreams and i would probably be a complete wreck. i made most of my good friends because of the events of that day.
Some times I wonder…. I think of wonder bread and a girl from elementary school named Hannah Wonder. I wonder where life will take them that I will wonder where I have spent all my time wondering. Wondered…. co notates that that I was thinking about something that wasn’t in existence or only in my imagination. Wondering is just really a lie with no definite truth yet known…then it would be knowledge.
I’ve spent so much time wondering across various landscapes. Throughout these times in cars, on my feet, by bike, and even the strength of my fingertips I’ve learned the value of silence and the joy of effort.
you gasp in awe as the mammoth wave
crashes down upon the rocks along the shore
obliterating life among the nooks and crannies
they must have wondered what they did
to deserve such a cruel fate
I never wonder, it’s a waste of time. I could think, I can plan, I can make things solid. No time to contemplate. Only time to act. Wondered is a waste of time. A waste of time. Move on to the next one.
i wondered about a lot of things when i was little. especially when i watched alice in wonderland it made me wonder if that was real. if the rabbit really did fall into the hole and everything else. there was a movie i would watch with nanny and grandad of a cartoon version of alice and wonderland. i must have watched that 50 times, and I know it by heart. It reminds me of England and home.
what is wonder? i wondered what i was going to do. i wondered what would happen. wonder is not important unless you are going to do it. i wonder if you will do it. =)
oh i wondered and i pondered
how i feel about your hunger
and my hunger for you burns
and it is burning me asunder
feel the thunder
feel the burn
feel me wanting
feel me yearn
feel the heat within my soul
and fill the black and empty hole.
I wondered what he really meant. what that crazy cloudy past in his head is like. How he survived it and if he even would. The dark skies in his head are also in mine. It’s just taken me longer to notice them.
i always wondered why things happen. they happen for a reason right? so how come when i think somethings happening for a certain reason, it turns out its not at all… then when i come up with another reason, half the time its the reason i thought of in the first place. i wonder a lot; especially in school.
i’ve always wondered what it would be like to fall in love with someone. So deeply in love that i’m able to put down all my defenses and my walls and truly let him into my life. Sharing my darkest secrets and innermost thoughts with him. I’d love to experience that once in my life, so that it’d be special and unique and most importantly, all for him. (:
I’m wondering why I always get the same word when I use this site. I don’t see why it’s such a difficulty. True, there is a legitimate advantage to using this one over the average word, but that’s not an excuse to have a poor catalouge of alternatives. Give me some variation!
I wondered what would happen if I just called. What would happen? Here I am, in the rain, painting. Really now? I’M PAINTING. IN THE RAIN. What in the world happened to my life? The one that was once to amazing and thrilling. What happened? I wonder.
i’ve always wondered what my true calling is. i dont know who i am, or where i’m going but i’m really scared/excited/nervous on my journey of finding out the true me. i just hope the pain is worth it in the end.
I wondered if he would ever come back. When he had walked out of the door, hat in hand, with bare feet and a crooked grin, we all expected him to come back a few hours later, drunk. But he never did, and Mary heard from the bartender that he had been talking about catching a train, or plane, or something.
I wonder what will happen when I transition, or if I even will. I have been wondering about my identity as a woman for a fairly short period of time, likely adding up to less than a month, but there has always been a latent affiliation with the other gender. Changing my body seems like a logical and reasonable approach to make myself happy, because it will bring me closer to the gender that I associate with.
i wonder all the time of everything i could do. i’ve wondered in the car. when i’m sitting on the beach. when i feel the breeze, when i see a plane, i wonder what i could do or where i could be, what i could do differently all the time. i wouldered many times, all the time. i like to wonder, makes me happy, takes me to a different place, a happy one.
I’ve always wondered if I could fly. Imagine soaring over the city and night. Have you ever wondered if you could fly? It would be an amazing experience. Lights and houses, buildings.
You’ve wondered what it would feel like to feel the wind in your hair as you soar over a farm and smell the fresh cut hay.
have you ever wondered? i wonder a lot about a lot of things like where did i come from and where am i going and how did i get here. i wonder why i did what i did and what i’m going to do next. i wonder what people think or how they are going to react. i wonder why the sky stays blue.
I was thinking if you thought the same about me. I was so worried that you didn’t but now I am even more worried that you did.
i wondered who you were but then lost site of the premise,
that day was endless, i forgot about you for 60 secs and remembered that i wondered,
that was a beautiful day. now its another day. oh how i think about me.
I wondered why I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. All I knew is that i didn’t want to be there, and it was loud, and cold, and wet. As I laid there wondering, it hit me like I hit the ground. I was going to die.
i wondered who you were but then lost site of the premise,
that day was endless, i forgot about your for 60 secs and remembered that i wondered,
that was a beautiful day. now its another day.
I always wondered about a lot more than most people. How does the ink come out of pens? Why don’t I believe in god? How do other people think that makes sense? How does the human mind work? Where did everything come from? Why are we here? I wondered about gravity, about the universe. I wondered about everything.
I wondered what would happen if she kissed me. I don’t think about her too much, I swear, I just wondered today what her lips would feel like. Does she taste good? i would really like to find out. I met her just yesterday–i knew I should have gotten up the courage and talked to her, but all I could do was just look. Green eyes, curly hair that touches her neck so lightly…
I wonder how the guy from SLC punk became shaggy in scooby-doo, and now I’m wondering how it would feel to wake up and your best friend is gone. Then I wonder what it would be like to have a best friend…
I wondered about my life, how it would all turn out. I wondered about love, about God, about the end of the world. I wondered about how someone’s love could so easily turn from me to another, I wondered how families can be broken and formed again and again until all is left is a big, massive collage of broken pieces and items that
Kelly stared at her notebook as she walked out of the library. Was she really as silly as Sam said? She’d always looked up to him and couldn’t believe he thought she was so young and inexperienced. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was that way.
as i sit here pondering about the last time i saw her, i also wondered if she thought about me? and if she did were they pleasent or bad thoughts?
red is a wonderful color. It is the color of blood. it is the color of passion. vitality. love. heat. hate. it is the color that shows that your alive. It is a woderfull color. It is wonderred.
I wondered today if it is a coincedence that GRAPE and GREAT share 4/5 of their letters.
Of course this was after I stepped on one, after I wondered how it got there, after I checked the fridge, and after I complained that noone told me about the great grapes. :)
Today I received a letter from a little girl in my tutoring class that said she hated me and tutoring, and drew some very mean pictures. I wondered if she meant what she said, or if she was just having a bad day. I am still wondering… I always wonder, to the point of paranoia.
sometimes i wonder what my life would be like if a single day in my past had gone differently. i would not have found the girl of my dreams and i would probably be a complete wreck. i made most of my good friends because of the events of that day.
Some times I wonder…. I think of wonder bread and a girl from elementary school named Hannah Wonder. I wonder where life will take them that I will wonder where I have spent all my time wondering. Wondered…. co notates that that I was thinking about something that wasn’t in existence or only in my imagination. Wondering is just really a lie with no definite truth yet known…then it would be knowledge.
Wonder woman.
Kids who ask nonstop questions.
Why people eat mcdonalds.
How many other pesco-vegaterians there are in the world.
Pierce the Veil..
I’ve spent so much time wondering across various landscapes. Throughout these times in cars, on my feet, by bike, and even the strength of my fingertips I’ve learned the value of silence and the joy of effort.
I wondered why I always get this “wondered” word…
and then I find out it is because it is today’s word.
I think wondering is a great thing that keep people thinking.
you gasp in awe as the mammoth wave
crashes down upon the rocks along the shore
obliterating life among the nooks and crannies
they must have wondered what they did
to deserve such a cruel fate
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i wondered why I am a girl
and I can’t stop wonder about this, being a girl is fun,
but also difficult.
If I was a man, will things getting better?
I never wonder, it’s a waste of time. I could think, I can plan, I can make things solid. No time to contemplate. Only time to act. Wondered is a waste of time. A waste of time. Move on to the next one.
i wondered about a lot of things when i was little. especially when i watched alice in wonderland it made me wonder if that was real. if the rabbit really did fall into the hole and everything else. there was a movie i would watch with nanny and grandad of a cartoon version of alice and wonderland. i must have watched that 50 times, and I know it by heart. It reminds me of England and home.
I always wondered why I am like this.
Why I am always upset.
Every morning I wake up and wonder
about what I am missing in life.
I am never happy.
Or rather… everything is fine – but could be better.
what is wonder? i wondered what i was going to do. i wondered what would happen. wonder is not important unless you are going to do it. i wonder if you will do it. =)
oh i wondered and i pondered
how i feel about your hunger
and my hunger for you burns
and it is burning me asunder
feel the thunder
feel the burn
feel me wanting
feel me yearn
feel the heat within my soul
and fill the black and empty hole.
he sat, and wondered, but nothing happened. ever. nothing ever happened. wonder away, wonderer.
I wondered what he really meant. what that crazy cloudy past in his head is like. How he survived it and if he even would. The dark skies in his head are also in mine. It’s just taken me longer to notice them.
I wondered around aimlessly, enchanted by how the blue hue of the walls allowed me to rhyme so diligently.
i always wondered why things happen. they happen for a reason right? so how come when i think somethings happening for a certain reason, it turns out its not at all… then when i come up with another reason, half the time its the reason i thought of in the first place. i wonder a lot; especially in school.
i’ve always wondered what it would be like to fall in love with someone. So deeply in love that i’m able to put down all my defenses and my walls and truly let him into my life. Sharing my darkest secrets and innermost thoughts with him. I’d love to experience that once in my life, so that it’d be special and unique and most importantly, all for him. (:
I’m wondering why I always get the same word when I use this site. I don’t see why it’s such a difficulty. True, there is a legitimate advantage to using this one over the average word, but that’s not an excuse to have a poor catalouge of alternatives. Give me some variation!
I wondered what would happen if I just called. What would happen? Here I am, in the rain, painting. Really now? I’M PAINTING. IN THE RAIN. What in the world happened to my life? The one that was once to amazing and thrilling. What happened? I wonder.
i’ve always wondered what my true calling is. i dont know who i am, or where i’m going but i’m really scared/excited/nervous on my journey of finding out the true me. i just hope the pain is worth it in the end.
I wondered if he would ever come back. When he had walked out of the door, hat in hand, with bare feet and a crooked grin, we all expected him to come back a few hours later, drunk. But he never did, and Mary heard from the bartender that he had been talking about catching a train, or plane, or something.
I wonder what will happen when I transition, or if I even will. I have been wondering about my identity as a woman for a fairly short period of time, likely adding up to less than a month, but there has always been a latent affiliation with the other gender. Changing my body seems like a logical and reasonable approach to make myself happy, because it will bring me closer to the gender that I associate with.
I wondered as I wandered,
Plundered my thoughts– I pondered.
Then in the distance it thundered,
And lighting struck!
i wonder all the time of everything i could do. i’ve wondered in the car. when i’m sitting on the beach. when i feel the breeze, when i see a plane, i wonder what i could do or where i could be, what i could do differently all the time. i wouldered many times, all the time. i like to wonder, makes me happy, takes me to a different place, a happy one.
I’ve always wondered if I could fly. Imagine soaring over the city and night. Have you ever wondered if you could fly? It would be an amazing experience. Lights and houses, buildings.
You’ve wondered what it would feel like to feel the wind in your hair as you soar over a farm and smell the fresh cut hay.
have you ever wondered? i wonder a lot about a lot of things like where did i come from and where am i going and how did i get here. i wonder why i did what i did and what i’m going to do next. i wonder what people think or how they are going to react. i wonder why the sky stays blue.