He got what he deserved–he gained a love greater than he could ever wish for, and it was promptly stolen from him. The thief was his own diluted mind that, in the moment, he could not control. Now instead of keeping one love, he is left with none. With or without him, life will continue its unpredictable ways.
That boy does not deserve me. He deserves 1000 times better. He deserves the whole world. He is so much better & by far more amazing than any person in this entire world. He is mere perfection. So he doesn’t deserve someone as low as me, he deserves more.
Danielle
I deserve some sleep. Enough said. Now…if only I could figure what to do with the thousand people tapping on my shoulder I would be fine, but I fear they will keep nagging me until I give each one a _______ .
I am so entitled to Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday happy days. And if it’s not a sunny day, my Sunday is just another day. A lost day. And I don’t realize that it deserves better too.
I don’t believe in cheating. I don’t believe in people getting credit for things they did not do. Not even because it’s not fair to the other person, or because it’s wrong, but because that person, that cheat, is not pushing themselves past the limit. They don’t need to cheat, and they know it, but it’s the easy way out. They are not giving themselves what they deserve. To unlock your full potential, you must err and fall but finding the strength to get back up again is what really matters. It is only once we make mistakes that we are deserving of being the person we are meant to be.
I deserve more. So why do I question every purchase I make that has nothing to do with the necessities of life? I bought a new phone and proceeded to beat myself to a pulp for doing so. Life is hard. It is even harder when you don’t value yourself.
I knew it. I deserved it. I needed this job, and I deserved this job. If they weren’t going to give it to me, it would be their fault my house gets evicted and me and my 3 kids live on the streets.
HERP DERP
we deserve this more than anything….and we grab it and take it by the horns and love it everyday. it’s the superawesome and it’s just what we do. no one can take that away from us.
I deserve to be the most important person in every body’s life. I did EVERYTHING good that has ever occurred. I have been the God of situations. Without me, everyone would be hopeless animals.
Amanda
They deserved what they got. Don’t insult my best friend, and then think that you can get away with it. Because you can’t. Karma’s only a bi*ch if you are.
mmk. I don’t know what to write for “deserve”, I really don’t. Maybe that I deserve better than someone completely neglecting me for nothing….and even worse, it was someone I trusted to be there for me no matter what. Blows, huh. Yea I need a better word…
unknown
To deserve is to have earned something, or to be entitled to it. If you deserve something it should not be taken away from you, and you should be given it.
Jonathan O
In the end, you always get what you deserve.
Marrissa
In the desert, a terrified man, running for his life. “I don’t deserve this”, thought Jim as clouds of sand rose up and choked him. “I’ve always been kind and considerate.” That was the last thing he remembered as his mistress hit him with her Louis Vuitton handbag square between the eyes.
“He’ll ask before he tries that again,” she vowed, still trying vainly to dislodge the sand from her vajazzle.
i deserve the better life
i deserve the freedom
i deserve the education and travel i want to own
i deserve the love
weishan
This is an interesting word for the moment. I was working on a school project down on Auburn Avenue, and my father was panhandled 3 times for money. It was certainly an uncomfortable brush with reality. It reminded me that people live in all sorts of horrible situations every day, and for the mot part, I am completely oblivious, and don’t do much to help. I don’t know where i would start, even. But it uncovered some feelings of pity, respect, guilt, and shame that made me question the rules of having and not. Who deserves what? And does anyone really deserve more than any other? Under what circumstances? Does anyone really deserve anything? We like to think that we do, but what if everything we do and accomplish and have happen to us is all the luck of the draw?
Jazz
“You don’t deserve anything!” I shouted, stalking forward, with my fists clenched. “Nothing!”
He simply flinched away.
“You don’t even know what you did and you come back here asking for favors! Get out of my house! Get out!” I shoved him back towards the door, hard, making him stumble.
His eyes wide, he backed away and fearfully dashed down the apartment stairs.
I read in a book once “we accept the love we think we deserve” I think that’s very true. The worst part is I know I deserve better. I deserve someone who would move mountains for me, someone who would do anything to see me smile. But I’ll be damned if I don’t love you.
you deserve it, is what people whisper in their minds, as well as i don’t deserve this. who decides what deserves who? i always wonder. in many cases you get what you deserve, good and bad.
kaorita
When something good is happening to me, I usually say to myself,
“What did I do to deserve this?”
I’ve thought so many times how worthless and undeserving I am of anything.
Then, when something bad happens to me I say –
“I don’t deserve this, why did this have to happen to me?”
…or sometimes I just realize I got what was coming to me.
An old Irishman deserved a slap in the face, so a slap he received at the Brazen Head one February evening. From his daughter, no less. She had been kissing her boyfriend after he had played a sweet ballad for her on his banjo. The drunkard father, bless his sore heart, had broken the banjo strings in response, cussing out the poor lad until his face went as red as his hair. The slap sent the Irishman keeling over his bar stool, where he landed right into a lonely lady’s lap. And thus the love story began.
Belinda Roddie
i deserve to be successful.
i deserve to be in love.
i deserve to be beautiful.
i deserve to be happy.
but i also deserve to suffer.
which will come first.
I don’t deserve for you to ignore me. For you to not write me while you’re away at basic. I’ve done nothing support you through what no one else has. Tell me she was with you when you signed those papers. I was. And you said you’d never forget all I’ve done for you. But, fuck it. Don’t send me a letter. I don’t deserve it.
Unhappy&Lonley
have at thee vile nave. you deserve nothing that you own. i am what embodies all of thinking. i am your father, your superiour, your uncles and aunts look at me in a jealous rage. and i spit at them. they look to the sky to find a lord and there i am in a sky scraper twenty stories above dropping pennies and aiming for their hats.
nick
He got it, that’s for sure. And no one knew more than me how much so. He ’bout broke his back for that family year after year with nothin’ in return. So seems to me when all’s said and done that he gon’ git him some o’ that loot from the will. It ain’t like he done up an kilt them all. Nor like he gone an’ burnt the house down ’round they shoulders, neither.
I don’t deserve to die this way. No one does, really, but especially not me. I don’t even like to be around fires of any kind. Campfires, fireworks, hell, even stoves. And now I burn…and burn…and burn…
I didn’t know what to say about any of this. I don’t deserve this boy. He was making everything better than I ever imagined. He held me close to him and whispered, “I’d give up everything, to see that smile of yours.” I couldn’t breathe, I was too excited.
She didn’t deserve this. Everyone had been saying she was a hero, saving her brother from choking, but she didn’t deserve it. She had gone into the nursery with the intention of killing him, stifling him; pulling and tearing and wrenching the life from him. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve it at all. When she had looked at him, peeked over the edge of the cot, she could see the ribbon tight around her neck. She reached out, and for a moment wasn’t sure if she meant to tighten or loosen it. But she had done it. She had saved him. And now everyone was looking at her again. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe she did deserve this.
She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve the torture that she went through. She deserved it much less than I did, that’s for sure. She didn’t deserve to suffer down there, haunted by what she hated most. She didn’t deserve it. I did, but Madoline? Like fuck she deserved it.
I deserve more than this. I deserve to be happy, and to be held when it’s cold. When the night falls, I deserve a big fluffy blanket and a mug of hot chocolate to keep me warm. And in the morning, I deserve the sun. The sun to make me smile. My smile to light up my face. My face to look for more than this. I deserve more than this.
I don’t deserve anything that I have. I haven’t done anything. How can I justify having a house and loving parents and everything else? I don’t do half as much as other people do.
I don’t deserve this.
I’m not sure what it is, exactly.
Something fantastic, I’m sure.
But I didn’t ask for a gift, and I sure as hell haven’t worked hard enough to warrant it.
I want to earn my spot in the stars.
I want to earn my stripes, my spots, my whatevers.
I’m not a charity case, thanks for asking.
I’m too proud to accept something I’m not worth of, not yet.
So back off, and let me show you the way to the top – hard work, dedication and no luck. Thats deserving.
“You deserve this,” he whispered before kissing me.
I never thought I deserved anything. Especially not anything this good. This was amazing. This was too good. Every bit of my body was buzzing, every inch of my skin was aching to be touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened our kiss that was like saltwater, every sip making me thirstier.
I deserve some peace and quiet. I deserve to be appreciated. I deserve to have a life full of laughter and joy. I do not deserve snot squalor and constant tantrums. Nor do I deserve to be ignored.
He got what he deserved–he gained a love greater than he could ever wish for, and it was promptly stolen from him. The thief was his own diluted mind that, in the moment, he could not control. Now instead of keeping one love, he is left with none. With or without him, life will continue its unpredictable ways.
That boy does not deserve me. He deserves 1000 times better. He deserves the whole world. He is so much better & by far more amazing than any person in this entire world. He is mere perfection. So he doesn’t deserve someone as low as me, he deserves more.
I deserve some sleep. Enough said. Now…if only I could figure what to do with the thousand people tapping on my shoulder I would be fine, but I fear they will keep nagging me until I give each one a _______ .
What a loaded word. Do we ever deserve anything — reward or punishment? And who decides and why?
When I think about all the people in this world, I think we all deserve to have one love. I pray there is one for me…
such a calm reserve.
she deserved a reverence
most versed in grace.
a tip-toe dance.
a rhythm’s trance.
she is the essence of blessing;
a delicate design wrapped in lace.
ok.
I am so entitled to Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday happy days. And if it’s not a sunny day, my Sunday is just another day. A lost day. And I don’t realize that it deserves better too.
Ready to curl up with a soft white down blanket.
A book, a nook, and a cup of tea.
No one is as deserving of all this as me.
I don’t believe in cheating. I don’t believe in people getting credit for things they did not do. Not even because it’s not fair to the other person, or because it’s wrong, but because that person, that cheat, is not pushing themselves past the limit. They don’t need to cheat, and they know it, but it’s the easy way out. They are not giving themselves what they deserve. To unlock your full potential, you must err and fall but finding the strength to get back up again is what really matters. It is only once we make mistakes that we are deserving of being the person we are meant to be.
I deserve more. So why do I question every purchase I make that has nothing to do with the necessities of life? I bought a new phone and proceeded to beat myself to a pulp for doing so. Life is hard. It is even harder when you don’t value yourself.
I knew it. I deserved it. I needed this job, and I deserved this job. If they weren’t going to give it to me, it would be their fault my house gets evicted and me and my 3 kids live on the streets.
we deserve this more than anything….and we grab it and take it by the horns and love it everyday. it’s the superawesome and it’s just what we do. no one can take that away from us.
I deserve to be the most important person in every body’s life. I did EVERYTHING good that has ever occurred. I have been the God of situations. Without me, everyone would be hopeless animals.
They deserved what they got. Don’t insult my best friend, and then think that you can get away with it. Because you can’t. Karma’s only a bi*ch if you are.
mmk. I don’t know what to write for “deserve”, I really don’t. Maybe that I deserve better than someone completely neglecting me for nothing….and even worse, it was someone I trusted to be there for me no matter what. Blows, huh. Yea I need a better word…
To deserve is to have earned something, or to be entitled to it. If you deserve something it should not be taken away from you, and you should be given it.
In the end, you always get what you deserve.
In the desert, a terrified man, running for his life. “I don’t deserve this”, thought Jim as clouds of sand rose up and choked him. “I’ve always been kind and considerate.” That was the last thing he remembered as his mistress hit him with her Louis Vuitton handbag square between the eyes.
“He’ll ask before he tries that again,” she vowed, still trying vainly to dislodge the sand from her vajazzle.
i deserve the better life
i deserve the freedom
i deserve the education and travel i want to own
i deserve the love
This is an interesting word for the moment. I was working on a school project down on Auburn Avenue, and my father was panhandled 3 times for money. It was certainly an uncomfortable brush with reality. It reminded me that people live in all sorts of horrible situations every day, and for the mot part, I am completely oblivious, and don’t do much to help. I don’t know where i would start, even. But it uncovered some feelings of pity, respect, guilt, and shame that made me question the rules of having and not. Who deserves what? And does anyone really deserve more than any other? Under what circumstances? Does anyone really deserve anything? We like to think that we do, but what if everything we do and accomplish and have happen to us is all the luck of the draw?
“You don’t deserve anything!” I shouted, stalking forward, with my fists clenched. “Nothing!”
He simply flinched away.
“You don’t even know what you did and you come back here asking for favors! Get out of my house! Get out!” I shoved him back towards the door, hard, making him stumble.
His eyes wide, he backed away and fearfully dashed down the apartment stairs.
I read in a book once “we accept the love we think we deserve” I think that’s very true. The worst part is I know I deserve better. I deserve someone who would move mountains for me, someone who would do anything to see me smile. But I’ll be damned if I don’t love you.
you deserve it, is what people whisper in their minds, as well as i don’t deserve this. who decides what deserves who? i always wonder. in many cases you get what you deserve, good and bad.
When something good is happening to me, I usually say to myself,
“What did I do to deserve this?”
I’ve thought so many times how worthless and undeserving I am of anything.
Then, when something bad happens to me I say –
“I don’t deserve this, why did this have to happen to me?”
…or sometimes I just realize I got what was coming to me.
An old Irishman deserved a slap in the face, so a slap he received at the Brazen Head one February evening. From his daughter, no less. She had been kissing her boyfriend after he had played a sweet ballad for her on his banjo. The drunkard father, bless his sore heart, had broken the banjo strings in response, cussing out the poor lad until his face went as red as his hair. The slap sent the Irishman keeling over his bar stool, where he landed right into a lonely lady’s lap. And thus the love story began.
i deserve to be successful.
i deserve to be in love.
i deserve to be beautiful.
i deserve to be happy.
but i also deserve to suffer.
which will come first.
I don’t deserve for you to ignore me. For you to not write me while you’re away at basic. I’ve done nothing support you through what no one else has. Tell me she was with you when you signed those papers. I was. And you said you’d never forget all I’ve done for you. But, fuck it. Don’t send me a letter. I don’t deserve it.
have at thee vile nave. you deserve nothing that you own. i am what embodies all of thinking. i am your father, your superiour, your uncles and aunts look at me in a jealous rage. and i spit at them. they look to the sky to find a lord and there i am in a sky scraper twenty stories above dropping pennies and aiming for their hats.
He got it, that’s for sure. And no one knew more than me how much so. He ’bout broke his back for that family year after year with nothin’ in return. So seems to me when all’s said and done that he gon’ git him some o’ that loot from the will. It ain’t like he done up an kilt them all. Nor like he gone an’ burnt the house down ’round they shoulders, neither.
I don’t deserve to die this way. No one does, really, but especially not me. I don’t even like to be around fires of any kind. Campfires, fireworks, hell, even stoves. And now I burn…and burn…and burn…
I didn’t know what to say about any of this. I don’t deserve this boy. He was making everything better than I ever imagined. He held me close to him and whispered, “I’d give up everything, to see that smile of yours.” I couldn’t breathe, I was too excited.
She didn’t deserve this. Everyone had been saying she was a hero, saving her brother from choking, but she didn’t deserve it. She had gone into the nursery with the intention of killing him, stifling him; pulling and tearing and wrenching the life from him. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve it at all. When she had looked at him, peeked over the edge of the cot, she could see the ribbon tight around her neck. She reached out, and for a moment wasn’t sure if she meant to tighten or loosen it. But she had done it. She had saved him. And now everyone was looking at her again. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe she did deserve this.
She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve the torture that she went through. She deserved it much less than I did, that’s for sure. She didn’t deserve to suffer down there, haunted by what she hated most. She didn’t deserve it. I did, but Madoline? Like fuck she deserved it.
“You deserve it.”
Oh, you always did.
I hear so many times about how something bad should happen to a person because they deserve it.
You yelled at my friend? Go fall down a well.
My boyfriend cheated on me with you? Go die, bitch.
Go die. disappear. I’ll kill you.
Because you deserve it.
I deserve more than this. I deserve to be happy, and to be held when it’s cold. When the night falls, I deserve a big fluffy blanket and a mug of hot chocolate to keep me warm. And in the morning, I deserve the sun. The sun to make me smile. My smile to light up my face. My face to look for more than this. I deserve more than this.
I don’t deserve anything that I have. I haven’t done anything. How can I justify having a house and loving parents and everything else? I don’t do half as much as other people do.
I don’t deserve this.
I’m not sure what it is, exactly.
Something fantastic, I’m sure.
But I didn’t ask for a gift, and I sure as hell haven’t worked hard enough to warrant it.
I want to earn my spot in the stars.
I want to earn my stripes, my spots, my whatevers.
I’m not a charity case, thanks for asking.
I’m too proud to accept something I’m not worth of, not yet.
So back off, and let me show you the way to the top – hard work, dedication and no luck. Thats deserving.
“You deserve this,” he whispered before kissing me.
I never thought I deserved anything. Especially not anything this good. This was amazing. This was too good. Every bit of my body was buzzing, every inch of my skin was aching to be touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened our kiss that was like saltwater, every sip making me thirstier.
I deserve some peace and quiet. I deserve to be appreciated. I deserve to have a life full of laughter and joy. I do not deserve snot squalor and constant tantrums. Nor do I deserve to be ignored.