the sand was dry between my toes this weekend for the first time this year, the towels dry on the rail and laundry can be usefully hung outside , there’s west wind and a thirst has come upon me, not for water, the salt ocean is enough now, but for things real, things that ring true, people that say things that light up my mind and smile smiles that cannot but be returned, I’m licking my lips, I’m ready for that
geraldine
Grabbing, pulling, bleeding. Dig deeper into my flesh and I’ll reward your patience. Just you and me combined, giving in to the desire at the back of our throats. You know you love this. It’s bliss.
just a fragile thought in a frgile mind. My eyes glaze over as I stare at what isn’t mine. Liquid gold, pure and true and you have it but, I don’t. I’m thrirsty
sarahsarahsarah
thirst is a powerful thing…you can thirst for something physical like water or for something more abstract like knowledge. it is what prompts us to seek out something to satisfy that thirst. it is a powerful craving, and signals something we may even need to keep on living. thirst is similar to hunger, but also has it’s own special and specific characteristics
Twyndel
that taste, that bitterness in your mouth. after sport. after a race. i good feel. i bad feel. i never know. thirst. something that i want, something that i crave. water for example. or a gatorade. anything really.
strength. power. win.
Elidi Ku-Neale
You put your hands on my hips, my back, my chest. Your lips are at my throat and I’m begging for you to be closer, despite the less than paper thin space between us. My nails dig in deeper and your thirst takes over.
Nezzy
quench. drink.feel.soul. satiate . knowledge. hunger. power
Liz
thirst of love is the hardest one to satisfy. thirst of knowledge is the powerful one. thirst of greed is the source of crimes. thirst of you is me. :)
Annie V
ahh thirst.. water, alcohol, fornication.. there is a thirst for everything. we sometimes do quench that, sometimes dont. but its a thirst for something more.. its about feeling incomplete.. its about getting that feeling of satisfaction..
sid
I knock your door room because I want water but no one opens the door so I go to down stair to buy the water at convenient store.
thirsty. to quench or not to quench. I don’t think I thirst for knowledge; knowledge thirsts for me. It travels around in the nothing of the universe and hopes, one day, to be propelled into my brain. Knowledge could only be so lucky; there’s so much space here.
I am thirsty. I am in a desert. There is sand. Not just beneath my feet but in my throat. It scratches. My lungs are crying out, “wet me.” my brain is calling out “whet me.” I can’t win the battle between my body and my mind.
Nicole
a thirst for knowledge, a thirst for living, a thirst for life
Every minute seemed to be unending, only furthering his unquenchable desire.
Duncan Bartlett
that feeling at the back of your throat, crawling up to your lips. you bite them, lick them, then swallow. nothing helps, and you feel so weak. nothing compares to the desire.
I thirst for so many things. To be one with God and with the church and with myself.
I think that the thirst of my life will always propel me towards Him. Towards wholeness. Towards peace.
Thirst is a beautifully wet word.
Emerson Boyle
drinking water as it slides down your throat cool calm collected silky smooth
the heat outside as the sun beats down on you and the cool inside as the water slips down your throat is almost too much to bare. Everything is hot and cold everything is in contrast to one another, how was she possibly going to choose between the two
brooke
A man can go for days without sleep, but what really wears on you is the thirst. A thirst for knowledge, a thirst for freedom, a thirst for an unknowable other always fleeting just beyond your reach. That’s the weight you really struggle under.
Burning. I guess that’s what you’d say. A year without rain. A millennium in the desert and such. TO be totally honest I reckon I drink enough water. I don’t know what it’s like to be really thirsty. So don’t be ridiculous I’m sure it’s not that bad.
quenching gatorade kind of thing. You really have to be thirsty to know what this word means. It’s a unique feeling to things that require water (which is all living things by the way). I really like gatorade much more than powerade, powerade is much too strong.
Matthew
so thirsty on a hot summers day all you want it is water or ice cold lemonade … just thinking about makes your mouth water even though its parched parched from this humidity and parched from the hot sticky dry heat.
Kathrine
dry, hot, cotton mouth, death,
maserati
I feel this when my mouth is dry. Sexy boys make me think about this. I want knowledge. You might say I have a thirst for it or something similar to that. I want a glass of ice cold water. 80 degree weather makes me thirsty. I want to quench my thirst. Yummy. Lemon. Water.
Alix Courteous
Ich drüste nach Gesellschaft.
Will nicht alleine sein.
Ich drüste nach dem Leben.
Will nicht alles versäumen.
Einfach das Leben genießen
Anuri
The burning sandpaper incinerated my throat and I was in hell. Thirst is boring thirst is common. I get thirstier at night than during the day unless it’s really scorching hot. which it was today. water is important for life.
A
It sucks to be thirsty. Living in the desert of Phx I know what thirst is like after walking home from high school during 115 degree heat. Did you know that it is illegal to refuse someone water in Arizona? I think that is an awesome law. It’s better to be hungry than thirsty.
Rebecca
knowledge
replenish
renewal
motivate
primordial
driver
lust
redemption
water
pure emotion
rahulpod
delhi- london-VANCOUVER-HONG KONG-delhi
pawan chauhan
My mouth is dry and my throat is empty of all liquid. like this all familiar sensation that lines the cracks of my teeth and the stretches of my throat; it exists in my brain. the need to feel the words spill from the stretches of my fingertips and the tips of my tongue. like water down the throat, I write, I speak, I am. I drink
the thirst for life, adventure, love, excitement, happiness, joy, memories.
Mary
i love a good drink. whether it be water or vodka related, when i get the thirst, i have no choice but to quench it. the cool beverage is just what i need and once my thirst is gone, i feel rejuvenated.
Daniela
yes beer is a good thing, when thirst is big. what about a big or a small thirst? a big beer for a big thirst and a small beer for a small thirst
candee
He had a thirst for power. His veins were rotting away from the lack of heart and love. Nothing could stop him from this dehydration this hunger. And at the end of his days he was buried alone. There was no one to love him, to cry for him, or to speak for him. He was all alone.
One night with you was all it took.
You put your arms around me and I knew that what I was dealing with
was more than a crush.
Your lips touched mine and time again and i knew this was going to be the start of something i can not turn away from.
For months now I have had this thirst
to know you.
This hunger to look into your eyes and hear your soul speak.
One night is all it took.
i no longer crush for you.
I know longer want to know you.
I no longer yearn to look into your eyes searching for your soul.
My thirst has turned into a gut wrenching hunger.
I want to know you like no one ever has before.
I want our souls to speak when you look into my eyes.
I don’t want to have a crush on you for it is to close to crashing.
I want to know what love is with you.
I want my thirst to be quenched.
Stuck in the desert with nothing but clothing and an umbrella, the sun burnt my skin so intensely that my throat dehydrated to the point of insanity. The thirst was so intense that I could feel my body drying out like a clay statue stuck in the desert sunset.
Sarah
One night with you was all it took.
You put your arms around me and I knew that what I was dealing with
was more than a crush.
For months now I have had this thirst
to know you.
This hunger to look into your eyes and hear your soul speak.
One night is all it took.
i no longer crush for you.
I know longer want to know you.
I no longer yearn to look into your eyes searching for your soul.
My thirst has turned into a gut wrenching hunger.
I want to know you like no one ever has before.
I want our souls to speak when you look into my eyes.
I don’t want to have a crush on you for it is to close to crashing.
I want to know what love is with you.
I want my thirst to be quenched.
“Dehydration!”
“Is no fun!”
I thought to myself as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth once more. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sat down on the nearest rock, my hiking boots crunching in the sandstone gravel.
“Damn you,” I told myself, “You should’ve brought more water. You should’ve told someone where you were going. You should’ve thought this through!” But berating myself would do me no good. I stood up and resumed my search for the trail, for water, for civilization.
ocean, mist and working out. I think of love and the sea and following childhood sister and friends down to the peir in florida . I think of thunder storms and cobble stones soaked in raindrops. I think of being in the desert dizzy and waiting by the car for my grandmother to come back from the restroom.
Betsy
Thirst is so interesting. you sit there and you just think about how great it would be to pick up a nice glass of water or soda or juice. and somehow, it always tastes better out of a glass, nothing like picking up the cold glass and taking a big swig. enjoying every drop and your hands get wet from the condensation.
the sand was dry between my toes this weekend for the first time this year, the towels dry on the rail and laundry can be usefully hung outside , there’s west wind and a thirst has come upon me, not for water, the salt ocean is enough now, but for things real, things that ring true, people that say things that light up my mind and smile smiles that cannot but be returned, I’m licking my lips, I’m ready for that
Grabbing, pulling, bleeding. Dig deeper into my flesh and I’ll reward your patience. Just you and me combined, giving in to the desire at the back of our throats. You know you love this. It’s bliss.
just a fragile thought in a frgile mind. My eyes glaze over as I stare at what isn’t mine. Liquid gold, pure and true and you have it but, I don’t. I’m thrirsty
thirst is a powerful thing…you can thirst for something physical like water or for something more abstract like knowledge. it is what prompts us to seek out something to satisfy that thirst. it is a powerful craving, and signals something we may even need to keep on living. thirst is similar to hunger, but also has it’s own special and specific characteristics
that taste, that bitterness in your mouth. after sport. after a race. i good feel. i bad feel. i never know. thirst. something that i want, something that i crave. water for example. or a gatorade. anything really.
strength. power. win.
You put your hands on my hips, my back, my chest. Your lips are at my throat and I’m begging for you to be closer, despite the less than paper thin space between us. My nails dig in deeper and your thirst takes over.
quench. drink.feel.soul. satiate . knowledge. hunger. power
thirst of love is the hardest one to satisfy. thirst of knowledge is the powerful one. thirst of greed is the source of crimes. thirst of you is me. :)
ahh thirst.. water, alcohol, fornication.. there is a thirst for everything. we sometimes do quench that, sometimes dont. but its a thirst for something more.. its about feeling incomplete.. its about getting that feeling of satisfaction..
I knock your door room because I want water but no one opens the door so I go to down stair to buy the water at convenient store.
thirsty. to quench or not to quench. I don’t think I thirst for knowledge; knowledge thirsts for me. It travels around in the nothing of the universe and hopes, one day, to be propelled into my brain. Knowledge could only be so lucky; there’s so much space here.
I am thirsty. I am in a desert. There is sand. Not just beneath my feet but in my throat. It scratches. My lungs are crying out, “wet me.” my brain is calling out “whet me.” I can’t win the battle between my body and my mind.
a thirst for knowledge, a thirst for living, a thirst for life
Hi
Every minute seemed to be unending, only furthering his unquenchable desire.
that feeling at the back of your throat, crawling up to your lips. you bite them, lick them, then swallow. nothing helps, and you feel so weak. nothing compares to the desire.
I thirst for so many things. To be one with God and with the church and with myself.
I think that the thirst of my life will always propel me towards Him. Towards wholeness. Towards peace.
Thirst is a beautifully wet word.
drinking water as it slides down your throat cool calm collected silky smooth
the heat outside as the sun beats down on you and the cool inside as the water slips down your throat is almost too much to bare. Everything is hot and cold everything is in contrast to one another, how was she possibly going to choose between the two
A man can go for days without sleep, but what really wears on you is the thirst. A thirst for knowledge, a thirst for freedom, a thirst for an unknowable other always fleeting just beyond your reach. That’s the weight you really struggle under.
Burning. I guess that’s what you’d say. A year without rain. A millennium in the desert and such. TO be totally honest I reckon I drink enough water. I don’t know what it’s like to be really thirsty. So don’t be ridiculous I’m sure it’s not that bad.
quenching gatorade kind of thing. You really have to be thirsty to know what this word means. It’s a unique feeling to things that require water (which is all living things by the way). I really like gatorade much more than powerade, powerade is much too strong.
so thirsty on a hot summers day all you want it is water or ice cold lemonade … just thinking about makes your mouth water even though its parched parched from this humidity and parched from the hot sticky dry heat.
dry, hot, cotton mouth, death,
I feel this when my mouth is dry. Sexy boys make me think about this. I want knowledge. You might say I have a thirst for it or something similar to that. I want a glass of ice cold water. 80 degree weather makes me thirsty. I want to quench my thirst. Yummy. Lemon. Water.
Ich drüste nach Gesellschaft.
Will nicht alleine sein.
Ich drüste nach dem Leben.
Will nicht alles versäumen.
Einfach das Leben genießen
The burning sandpaper incinerated my throat and I was in hell. Thirst is boring thirst is common. I get thirstier at night than during the day unless it’s really scorching hot. which it was today. water is important for life.
It sucks to be thirsty. Living in the desert of Phx I know what thirst is like after walking home from high school during 115 degree heat. Did you know that it is illegal to refuse someone water in Arizona? I think that is an awesome law. It’s better to be hungry than thirsty.
knowledge
replenish
renewal
motivate
primordial
driver
lust
redemption
water
pure emotion
delhi- london-VANCOUVER-HONG KONG-delhi
My mouth is dry and my throat is empty of all liquid. like this all familiar sensation that lines the cracks of my teeth and the stretches of my throat; it exists in my brain. the need to feel the words spill from the stretches of my fingertips and the tips of my tongue. like water down the throat, I write, I speak, I am. I drink
the thirst for life, adventure, love, excitement, happiness, joy, memories.
i love a good drink. whether it be water or vodka related, when i get the thirst, i have no choice but to quench it. the cool beverage is just what i need and once my thirst is gone, i feel rejuvenated.
yes beer is a good thing, when thirst is big. what about a big or a small thirst? a big beer for a big thirst and a small beer for a small thirst
He had a thirst for power. His veins were rotting away from the lack of heart and love. Nothing could stop him from this dehydration this hunger. And at the end of his days he was buried alone. There was no one to love him, to cry for him, or to speak for him. He was all alone.
One night with you was all it took.
You put your arms around me and I knew that what I was dealing with
was more than a crush.
Your lips touched mine and time again and i knew this was going to be the start of something i can not turn away from.
For months now I have had this thirst
to know you.
This hunger to look into your eyes and hear your soul speak.
One night is all it took.
i no longer crush for you.
I know longer want to know you.
I no longer yearn to look into your eyes searching for your soul.
My thirst has turned into a gut wrenching hunger.
I want to know you like no one ever has before.
I want our souls to speak when you look into my eyes.
I don’t want to have a crush on you for it is to close to crashing.
I want to know what love is with you.
I want my thirst to be quenched.
Stuck in the desert with nothing but clothing and an umbrella, the sun burnt my skin so intensely that my throat dehydrated to the point of insanity. The thirst was so intense that I could feel my body drying out like a clay statue stuck in the desert sunset.
One night with you was all it took.
You put your arms around me and I knew that what I was dealing with
was more than a crush.
For months now I have had this thirst
to know you.
This hunger to look into your eyes and hear your soul speak.
One night is all it took.
i no longer crush for you.
I know longer want to know you.
I no longer yearn to look into your eyes searching for your soul.
My thirst has turned into a gut wrenching hunger.
I want to know you like no one ever has before.
I want our souls to speak when you look into my eyes.
I don’t want to have a crush on you for it is to close to crashing.
I want to know what love is with you.
I want my thirst to be quenched.
“Dehydration!”
“Is no fun!”
I thought to myself as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth once more. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sat down on the nearest rock, my hiking boots crunching in the sandstone gravel.
“Damn you,” I told myself, “You should’ve brought more water. You should’ve told someone where you were going. You should’ve thought this through!” But berating myself would do me no good. I stood up and resumed my search for the trail, for water, for civilization.
ocean, mist and working out. I think of love and the sea and following childhood sister and friends down to the peir in florida . I think of thunder storms and cobble stones soaked in raindrops. I think of being in the desert dizzy and waiting by the car for my grandmother to come back from the restroom.
Thirst is so interesting. you sit there and you just think about how great it would be to pick up a nice glass of water or soda or juice. and somehow, it always tastes better out of a glass, nothing like picking up the cold glass and taking a big swig. enjoying every drop and your hands get wet from the condensation.