I belong to you do you belong to me? That’s nice. I’m glad you do. It’s a great thing. Belonging. Belonging to an ape? No. Belonging to me. You belong to me. Not an ape. That would be silly. You are a silly little person, you know that? Eh. Oh well. Belong. Belong to me. Belong to you. Alright? Okay. That’s great. I’m so glad that we could have this little chat. I LOVE YOU.
Pip
I want to belong. I want to think the same thoughts as everyone else. I don’t want to think too complex. I don’t want to analyze everything. But I can’t help it. I think, always. It’s hard. It’s stressful. I want to be simple, and not care. It’s hard, so I think I’ll just be myself.
Brooke
i belonged to him and only him. he was my life. i was his. this belonging was something so strong not even the most evil of things could tear our love apart. we belong together.
Lauren
i belonged to him and only him. he was my life. i was his. this belonging was something so strong not even the most evil of things could tear our love apart. we belong together.
Lauren
belonging is something that will never happen for me as individuality means so much and I keep. Pushing myself toward an independence that weeps for longing -bee longing to me. So that is the way we see things for what they are not and for what the groups feels is sane. We re-brand and rename when we belong such an over-rated term with less than flattering results
Lawanda
belonging is something that will never happen for me as individuality means so much and I keep. Pushing myself toward an independence that weeps for longing -bee longing to me. So that is the way we see things for what they are not and for what the groups feels is sane. We re-brand and rename when we belong such an over-rated term with less than flattering results
Lawanda
I do. This is a good thing to do. I want others to belong. I belong to Jesus Christ. Many things belong to me. I WISH I COULD BELONG WITH EVERYONE
mike
It’s strange to belong in a city where noone ages. Los Angeles is like never never land. No matter what age you are, you can get along and hang out with anyone of any age. But to belong in a city with such weird social dynamics may be even odder.
Luis Guajardo
Here is where I belong, right
Here in your arms,
Here forever with you
Never leave me
Never leave this
Never go away
This is what is right, because
This is love, and
This is where I belong
Nick Matherne
It’s strange to belong in a city where noone ages. Los Angeles is like never never land. No matter what age you are, you can get along and hang out with anyone of any age. But to belong in a city with such weird social dynamics may be even odder.
Luis Guajardo
i go tthis one last time. but now im thinking differently. i wanted to belong, but now im thinking, why? i dont NEED to belong to anything, do i really want to belong to anything? no. i want to belong to me and my mind and i want to belong to my emotions. i dont want to try and fit in. i just want to be. yeahhhh.. that’s it.
whoever
I want to belong. The question is, to what? What do we belong to? WE’re born into a family and most assume this is where we belong. We go to school and many hope to belong. We get a job, find our own family, and continue on with life, still looking for a place we belong. What if we’re going about it all wrong?
S
belong. what do i belong to? i don’t even know anymore, my family? my friends? my objects? material goods? what you own ends up owning you, i hear. i want to belong, but i don’t know where i want to belong.
whoever
Where do I belong?
I’m not good at sports…I don’t belong there.
My artistic side is lacking…no one would accept me there.
My musician on the inside is partial.
And I don’t like the main stream.
Where do I belong?
Chu
belong is a funny word. its like its suggesting you to do something. i personally have problems being long in any element of my life. im a pretty short guy and i can’t last very long whilst im having sex. apart from that i feel like i belong to pretty much any ethnic group.
Rob Claxton
to be a part of something bigger. to feel a part. to be a part, but not apart. a feeling of belonging, of wholeness, of fitting in, of belonging and fullness. to get along with others, similarity and belonging. do i belong? to you? what does it mean to belong to something? to someone? is it appropriate to having belongings?
awk
I need to feel like I belong to something. I need to feel like I am part. Even if I am only a tiny little piece of the puzzle, to belong makes me feel secure. I want and need to belong.
quirkycori
I WEAR CLOTHES THAT LOOK COOL FOR MY FRIENDS
joe
I take you in, but not in spirit.
The club is not taking memberships.
But there is a longing for accepted being
Rachel
belonging is to be happy within your friends and family. having them love you and look out for you. i belong in my group of friends becuase i love them and they love me. BELONG…
anna m
its hard to know if you “belong” anywhere, or in what society group you belong to. What does it mean to belong anyway?
ulguitarguy
i want it all
masoud
what does it mean to really belong it just doesnt make sense how can you ever belong to something you are your own, you dont even belong to yourself, you are just the you can never own anything or belong to anyone or anything it is not possible.
vyckie
I belong to an order of mice and geese. It is nice to belong. Gaggle. Cheese. Mice have big ears and geese wear bonnets. Geese waddle. Mice creep.
Ellie
Where do we belong? In our expanding mind set, which is often split in two. The Ego and the Holy Spirit. Which one we pick is the one we will belong to.
wing
everything and everyone has a place. we all belong somewhere and everything belongs somewhere around us. We are in a constant search of where we might belong and can constantly question whether where we are is actually where we do belong. We all long to belong but its not about actually belonging somewhere but feeling like you belong there.
Barry
I don’t belong. I’m constantly an outsider and I don’t give a shit most of the time. because most of the time, just like woody allen, I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member. because I’m fucked up.
bubs
I belong in the circus. I have no friends. I have a wild imagination. I am writing. You are not. I belong in a mental institution. I am insane in the membrane. Eat my farts hamster breath. I have to go a long way before I can eat a doughnut.
Eric
Do I belong somewhere or is my purpose in life one that I create? This is a question I have wondered for a while now. It follows me like a stray dog, never leaving my side but never totally there. I’m in college now but I feel stuck. Smoking pot, getting drunk, what am I doing with myself?
Ben
what belongs to me i do not know for sure.
a friendship is the most important belonging to me.
no materia item or anything else could replace that.
my friends are in my heart. and i believe thats where they belong
matt
I wish I could belogn more. I don’t really. Most people have their clicks, but I’m just kind of a messed up mash-up of everything. I went to a small school, so we had three basic cliques, popular and not. All the not popular kids banded together, but split into cliques in high school. I didn’t. I have nothing.
Alix
to be in a place and know that it is where you should be
CL
to keep hold manage marry foster cradle own abide
Mary
Reminds me of a song we learned in grade one religion class or something. I remember it went “I belong, I belong, I know that I belong, I will sing this special song cause I know that I belong”.. silly but pretty cute if you picture a class of little ones singing it!
Natasha
i dont belong anywhere
pedro
i dont.
my friends do.
i like that i dont
but sometimes i wish i did
migi
is there any way to belong in a proper place, time, or location, even though location and place are the same thing, actually no they aren’t location is more about where you are, and place is more about the location if that makes any sense. Anyway, is there any way to belong? i doubt it, i feel that if anyone were to belong any one place they would know it and they would at no point feel anything other than joy, if you are not meant to be there you are not going to feel only joy, got it? i mean mankind is meant to constantly be moving, so perhaps it is impossible for any person to belong in any one place. That would feel refreshing, considering all the folks who want to travel, i know i do. So in the end i guess belonging is a paradox, if you belong some place it is a bad thing, it means that its the end. Maybe the only place any person belongs is in their own grave. When will the timer be up on this? i’ve started to lose interest. It is kinda fun though, i’ll admit i was surprised. Teletubbies are kinda fucked up, aren’t they, i would say that they are. I mean all hoppin’ around and shit. Ok, i’m done.
garrett
I belong to all the people around me. The fact is I am a product of them all, and nothing in me is unique. I am a product of outside influences, scrambled together into a mess of characteristics termed ‘personality’. This is identity, and our sense of belonging. We should not take it so seriously.
A. Ferraro
I hold my bag in place next to my chest. It’s om sign only recently explained to me by a laughing exchange student, so pleased to see some vestige of his home on a random bag. It’s cumbersome feel to it only endears me more to the bag, so long ago purchased in new york city to celebrate spontaneous reunion with a high school classmate.
Johanna
to become one with your home…great feeling ofhome, of childhood, of youth, freshness, recognition, to know every street and its name,and smell, to know the ssm
I belong to you do you belong to me? That’s nice. I’m glad you do. It’s a great thing. Belonging. Belonging to an ape? No. Belonging to me. You belong to me. Not an ape. That would be silly. You are a silly little person, you know that? Eh. Oh well. Belong. Belong to me. Belong to you. Alright? Okay. That’s great. I’m so glad that we could have this little chat. I LOVE YOU.
I want to belong. I want to think the same thoughts as everyone else. I don’t want to think too complex. I don’t want to analyze everything. But I can’t help it. I think, always. It’s hard. It’s stressful. I want to be simple, and not care. It’s hard, so I think I’ll just be myself.
i belonged to him and only him. he was my life. i was his. this belonging was something so strong not even the most evil of things could tear our love apart. we belong together.
i belonged to him and only him. he was my life. i was his. this belonging was something so strong not even the most evil of things could tear our love apart. we belong together.
belonging is something that will never happen for me as individuality means so much and I keep. Pushing myself toward an independence that weeps for longing -bee longing to me. So that is the way we see things for what they are not and for what the groups feels is sane. We re-brand and rename when we belong such an over-rated term with less than flattering results
belonging is something that will never happen for me as individuality means so much and I keep. Pushing myself toward an independence that weeps for longing -bee longing to me. So that is the way we see things for what they are not and for what the groups feels is sane. We re-brand and rename when we belong such an over-rated term with less than flattering results
I do. This is a good thing to do. I want others to belong. I belong to Jesus Christ. Many things belong to me. I WISH I COULD BELONG WITH EVERYONE
It’s strange to belong in a city where noone ages. Los Angeles is like never never land. No matter what age you are, you can get along and hang out with anyone of any age. But to belong in a city with such weird social dynamics may be even odder.
Here is where I belong, right
Here in your arms,
Here forever with you
Never leave me
Never leave this
Never go away
This is what is right, because
This is love, and
This is where I belong
It’s strange to belong in a city where noone ages. Los Angeles is like never never land. No matter what age you are, you can get along and hang out with anyone of any age. But to belong in a city with such weird social dynamics may be even odder.
i go tthis one last time. but now im thinking differently. i wanted to belong, but now im thinking, why? i dont NEED to belong to anything, do i really want to belong to anything? no. i want to belong to me and my mind and i want to belong to my emotions. i dont want to try and fit in. i just want to be. yeahhhh.. that’s it.
I want to belong. The question is, to what? What do we belong to? WE’re born into a family and most assume this is where we belong. We go to school and many hope to belong. We get a job, find our own family, and continue on with life, still looking for a place we belong. What if we’re going about it all wrong?
belong. what do i belong to? i don’t even know anymore, my family? my friends? my objects? material goods? what you own ends up owning you, i hear. i want to belong, but i don’t know where i want to belong.
Where do I belong?
I’m not good at sports…I don’t belong there.
My artistic side is lacking…no one would accept me there.
My musician on the inside is partial.
And I don’t like the main stream.
Where do I belong?
belong is a funny word. its like its suggesting you to do something. i personally have problems being long in any element of my life. im a pretty short guy and i can’t last very long whilst im having sex. apart from that i feel like i belong to pretty much any ethnic group.
to be a part of something bigger. to feel a part. to be a part, but not apart. a feeling of belonging, of wholeness, of fitting in, of belonging and fullness. to get along with others, similarity and belonging. do i belong? to you? what does it mean to belong to something? to someone? is it appropriate to having belongings?
I need to feel like I belong to something. I need to feel like I am part. Even if I am only a tiny little piece of the puzzle, to belong makes me feel secure. I want and need to belong.
I WEAR CLOTHES THAT LOOK COOL FOR MY FRIENDS
I take you in, but not in spirit.
The club is not taking memberships.
But there is a longing for accepted being
belonging is to be happy within your friends and family. having them love you and look out for you. i belong in my group of friends becuase i love them and they love me. BELONG…
its hard to know if you “belong” anywhere, or in what society group you belong to. What does it mean to belong anyway?
i want it all
what does it mean to really belong it just doesnt make sense how can you ever belong to something you are your own, you dont even belong to yourself, you are just the you can never own anything or belong to anyone or anything it is not possible.
I belong to an order of mice and geese. It is nice to belong. Gaggle. Cheese. Mice have big ears and geese wear bonnets. Geese waddle. Mice creep.
Where do we belong? In our expanding mind set, which is often split in two. The Ego and the Holy Spirit. Which one we pick is the one we will belong to.
everything and everyone has a place. we all belong somewhere and everything belongs somewhere around us. We are in a constant search of where we might belong and can constantly question whether where we are is actually where we do belong. We all long to belong but its not about actually belonging somewhere but feeling like you belong there.
I don’t belong. I’m constantly an outsider and I don’t give a shit most of the time. because most of the time, just like woody allen, I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member. because I’m fucked up.
I belong in the circus. I have no friends. I have a wild imagination. I am writing. You are not. I belong in a mental institution. I am insane in the membrane. Eat my farts hamster breath. I have to go a long way before I can eat a doughnut.
Do I belong somewhere or is my purpose in life one that I create? This is a question I have wondered for a while now. It follows me like a stray dog, never leaving my side but never totally there. I’m in college now but I feel stuck. Smoking pot, getting drunk, what am I doing with myself?
what belongs to me i do not know for sure.
a friendship is the most important belonging to me.
no materia item or anything else could replace that.
my friends are in my heart. and i believe thats where they belong
I wish I could belogn more. I don’t really. Most people have their clicks, but I’m just kind of a messed up mash-up of everything. I went to a small school, so we had three basic cliques, popular and not. All the not popular kids banded together, but split into cliques in high school. I didn’t. I have nothing.
to be in a place and know that it is where you should be
to keep hold manage marry foster cradle own abide
Reminds me of a song we learned in grade one religion class or something. I remember it went “I belong, I belong, I know that I belong, I will sing this special song cause I know that I belong”.. silly but pretty cute if you picture a class of little ones singing it!
i dont belong anywhere
i dont.
my friends do.
i like that i dont
but sometimes i wish i did
is there any way to belong in a proper place, time, or location, even though location and place are the same thing, actually no they aren’t location is more about where you are, and place is more about the location if that makes any sense. Anyway, is there any way to belong? i doubt it, i feel that if anyone were to belong any one place they would know it and they would at no point feel anything other than joy, if you are not meant to be there you are not going to feel only joy, got it? i mean mankind is meant to constantly be moving, so perhaps it is impossible for any person to belong in any one place. That would feel refreshing, considering all the folks who want to travel, i know i do. So in the end i guess belonging is a paradox, if you belong some place it is a bad thing, it means that its the end. Maybe the only place any person belongs is in their own grave. When will the timer be up on this? i’ve started to lose interest. It is kinda fun though, i’ll admit i was surprised. Teletubbies are kinda fucked up, aren’t they, i would say that they are. I mean all hoppin’ around and shit. Ok, i’m done.
I belong to all the people around me. The fact is I am a product of them all, and nothing in me is unique. I am a product of outside influences, scrambled together into a mess of characteristics termed ‘personality’. This is identity, and our sense of belonging. We should not take it so seriously.
I hold my bag in place next to my chest. It’s om sign only recently explained to me by a laughing exchange student, so pleased to see some vestige of his home on a random bag. It’s cumbersome feel to it only endears me more to the bag, so long ago purchased in new york city to celebrate spontaneous reunion with a high school classmate.
to become one with your home…great feeling ofhome, of childhood, of youth, freshness, recognition, to know every street and its name,and smell, to know the ssm