Right now I am wishing that Brent would get home so we can make a plan. I want to be taken on a date like we used to. I have to work at 4 am so I wish he would get here soon so we could leave and be able to spend some time with each other. I am also wishing that I didn’t have to work at 4 am, but at least I have a job.
Jamie
iwish i were a wingd creature like bterfly or a dragon, i want to be able to lt up my feet and leave the world behind for something new and better, i want the world to transform as i give it sometime and space way like an old girlfriend or a good pot of chili, and make itself straight entertain and work in the sky for a while.
Jordan
Es wäre schön wenn mein Traum in Erfüllung geht.Schließlich ist er nicht allzugroß.Jeder hat WÜnsche..Kleine,Große..aber alle gehen in Erfüllung,auch wenn wir es vielleicht selbst nicht immer merken. Vielleicht gehen sie anders in Erfüllung als man denkt.
Tina
I wish I understood. I wish I knew. I wish that wishing could be important to ones future. I wish I knew where this will go when it is all done and over. I wish you a Happy New Year. I wish you will read this.
Brian
I’m tired of wishing that I was skinnier, that I was smarter, that I was nicer. I’m tired of wishing and yet I find myself “wishing” that I could be more proactive. What is it about wishing that makes us think things will get better. Action, I want action! Now is the time.
Sunny Jones
a long time ago we used to do this. we still do this once in a while, on a good day. i wish we could wish more.
kev
IVE BEEN WISHING THAT MY MOM IS OKAY WITH EVERYTHING., THE CANCER THE TREATMENTS. IT ALL SUCKS. IVE BEEN WISHING THAT I HOPE I DONT GET CANCER LATER ON IN LIFE BECAUSE SEEING WHAT MY MOM WENT THROUGH ID LET IT KILL ME. IVE BEEN WISHING THAT I AM GETTING OVER THIS BOY I DATED FOR A LONG TIME BUT HE IS NO GOOD. IVE BEEN WISHING ON GOOD HEALTH FOR THE NEW YEAR TO COME!
SEBBY
some say wishing is a waste. i don’t believe them.
i think most of my favorite life experiences have been wishes come true.
moving to london.
meeting the man of my dreams.
marrying the man of my dreams.
grace.
hope.
life.
love.
all wishes. all worth it.
wishing and hoping and thinking and praying… it doesn’t happen like the song, does it? wishing is passive, as well as hoping. the only thing you can do is make a move, only then will the wishing become a possibility. if only it could happen without the risk, but then again, the risk is the fun!
shelby
I wish for her, I’m serious. Every day I wish she could be here with me, or I, there with her. I wish for happiness, for sublimation, and I wish, above all, for her.
I am wishing for her wishes, her kisses, across my face, my neck, my breasts, below.
Blind
“If this is a dream, I wish I would just wake up!” I cried.
He shook his head sadly. “It is no dream… at least not in the way that YOU define them. And wishing is futile, in any case. Action is futile. You must THINK now! Think!”
if wishes were fishes this place would stink…
wishing is a waste of time.
wishing is childish, GROW UP!
pkeith
Wishing brings nothing grief and pain. It cost nothing.to wish and you get nothing from them.
Charles Anderson
The star fled across the sky, pursued by a meteor of gargantuan proportions.
On earth, a small boy looked up and made his wish, for peace in the entire universe.
The meteor came across the star and took pity.
Wishing I could dream again. Wishing I could hope again. I have such a place deep inside of me that is dying to be heard and seen. I have such beauty placed in me that wants to shine into this dark world. Wishing and Dreaming and Singing is what I long to do!
Lacey Woida
The sky was dark, not a star to be found in the milky blackness, but Ava still stared up intently, searching for a single star. “Gabriel?” She tugged on her twin brother’s sleeve and looked up at him. Gabriel put the Rubik’s Cube that he had been fumbling with away in his coat pocket and looked down at his younger sister that still held to the story their mother had gave them to help with their father’s passing. “Where’s Daddy’s star?”
He looked around for a moment, then finally pointed at the biggest and brightest star that had just came from behind a cloud.
“There.”
Ava grinned, a huge smile overtaking her features as she looked at the star. “And Mama?” Gabriel paused searching for a moment. He repeated what he repeated every night to the girl: “Mama was always beside Daddy.” And he pointed to a smaller star beside the star claiming to be the children’s father.
I wished I could have said goodbye in a different manner. Edna and Wallace. I had listened to Malcolm, and where had that gotten me? now I am alone, but that is what I fear most. No one should approach me, since there is nothing sacred holding me back. Since I am free to do as I please. To give in…
Kat
I wish for things every day. Whether it’s on 11:11, or just a wish. It’s past 11:11 right now. People say that it only works when it’s 11:11 PM, but I also wish for things on 11:11 AM. Anyways, I really like the word “wishing”. I mean, we all do it. Whether for good or evil, we all wish.
Coleen
I wished he had never come back. If he hadn’t, we would have been perfectly fine on our separate courses. But he did come back, and we turned to each other in weakness. Holding onto the impossible.
Sharifah
I spend my entire life wishing, instead of doing. It accomplishes nothing. But is it possible that maybe the best things I will ever accomplish involve wishing about it first?
Adria
if only he were mine, my world would feel complete. i am incomplete. he is imperfect, yet i still long to have him for my own. i am in love. and i wish he loved me too. we are meant to be together, and i wish one day he’d see it too. we are perfect together. i am in love with him. :)
he does not love me. we shall never be together in love, though we are the perfect friends. i’m in love with joey dean. he is my one and only true love. we belong together, but he’ll never see it.
Kristen M. Pryor
wishing is a complicated thing to do. you make a wrong wish and it comes true you’re screwed. you make a good, right wish for the wrong reason and someone else might get screwed. wishing is not something to play with but everyone does so. its sad but good to believe in something so childish.
Susanna Patton
Wishing is like chocolate.
In the sense that it becomes liquid.
Like money.
M+
wishing is like to wish withdesireful desire of wanting to having thingings that you want to have so you desire the things with wishingfull desireness of wishes like the gennie of the lamp that give you 3 wishes
M+
They do come true, sometimes. But the old, worn-out adage tends to be true — sometimes you get exactly what you wanted, and then realize it’s not all you thought it would be.
On the other hand, sometimes what you wanted turns out to be so much better than what you could’ve imagined. That’s happened to me sometimes, too.
There was once a wishing star who could no longer take the wishes of others because it wanted a wish for itself. That wish was, to be free as a shooting star. It was sad once it got its wish because shooting stars are wishing stars.
Dennis
she sits with her head in her hands. He had decided to leave her for his family up North, with no promises of ever calling, or even speaking.
“Why?” She whispers to the starlit sky, but her pleas are not answered, and neither are her wishes to see him running back to her apologizing for ever thinking of leaving.
wishing.
wishing is powerful, but too often it pulls me into tomorrow when i should be living in today.
wishing makes me think about the things that AREN’T there, rather than the things that are here, right here in my midst.
i have yet to figure out the tension.
wishing and contentment.
wishing and seeing.
wishing and celebrating.
Ariel sat by the well; picking at the crumbling brick, rubbing it into dust between her fingers. She had tossed her coin into the well and was still waiting to hear the splash at the bottom. She stood up and walked away from the promise of a better life. She looked back, heard the splash and smiled to herself. Furthering her own delusion that a situation ungoverned by her would change her life for the better.
upon a star. disneyland. night. wanting to be somewhere than where you are. trying to get away from something. missing someone.
katey
Wishing is not putting in the work, wishing is taking things out of your own control. Wishing, hoping, dreaming are all passive. Doing, making, creating. These things all take work and it is with work that things happen and things are done.
She was wishing for another life. When she looked in the deep dark recesses of the lake everything seemed so pointless. The lake. The cabin. The woods. The endlessness of it all. The seeming pointlessness of it all. But what could she do?
Wishing is a beautiful thing because it opens your mind up to your desires. Sometimes desires are kept deep within our hearts, and wishing is the avenue upon which things from within sprout out into some sort of quasi-reality. This step closer to reality from possibility is what makes wishing a normality; and humans have the propensity to stretch for reality through wishing because reality seems to lie within the realm of their desires.
Michelle
it does not exist, and it leads people to believe in idiot arabian genies. Aladdin was a lie and it ruined my life. wishing = bs. thank you. i have 20 more seconds…. waiting…. wishing this would end.
Jasen
Wishing makes me think of my child hood. Wishing on stars, throwing a penny down a wishing well. It makes me think of the optimism of youth; when anything was possible. I picture myself, eyes closed tight. Wishing. Thinking of all the random things I want and then throwing the penny.
i wish i could be where i want to be, and stop living a lie. Or at least figure out what’s true, if that’s what needs to be.
wishing gets you no where. its false hope. pessimistic view i know.
Right now I am wishing that Brent would get home so we can make a plan. I want to be taken on a date like we used to. I have to work at 4 am so I wish he would get here soon so we could leave and be able to spend some time with each other. I am also wishing that I didn’t have to work at 4 am, but at least I have a job.
iwish i were a wingd creature like bterfly or a dragon, i want to be able to lt up my feet and leave the world behind for something new and better, i want the world to transform as i give it sometime and space way like an old girlfriend or a good pot of chili, and make itself straight entertain and work in the sky for a while.
Es wäre schön wenn mein Traum in Erfüllung geht.Schließlich ist er nicht allzugroß.Jeder hat WÜnsche..Kleine,Große..aber alle gehen in Erfüllung,auch wenn wir es vielleicht selbst nicht immer merken. Vielleicht gehen sie anders in Erfüllung als man denkt.
I wish I understood. I wish I knew. I wish that wishing could be important to ones future. I wish I knew where this will go when it is all done and over. I wish you a Happy New Year. I wish you will read this.
I’m tired of wishing that I was skinnier, that I was smarter, that I was nicer. I’m tired of wishing and yet I find myself “wishing” that I could be more proactive. What is it about wishing that makes us think things will get better. Action, I want action! Now is the time.
a long time ago we used to do this. we still do this once in a while, on a good day. i wish we could wish more.
IVE BEEN WISHING THAT MY MOM IS OKAY WITH EVERYTHING., THE CANCER THE TREATMENTS. IT ALL SUCKS. IVE BEEN WISHING THAT I HOPE I DONT GET CANCER LATER ON IN LIFE BECAUSE SEEING WHAT MY MOM WENT THROUGH ID LET IT KILL ME. IVE BEEN WISHING THAT I AM GETTING OVER THIS BOY I DATED FOR A LONG TIME BUT HE IS NO GOOD. IVE BEEN WISHING ON GOOD HEALTH FOR THE NEW YEAR TO COME!
some say wishing is a waste. i don’t believe them.
i think most of my favorite life experiences have been wishes come true.
moving to london.
meeting the man of my dreams.
marrying the man of my dreams.
grace.
hope.
life.
love.
all wishes. all worth it.
wishing and hoping and thinking and praying… it doesn’t happen like the song, does it? wishing is passive, as well as hoping. the only thing you can do is make a move, only then will the wishing become a possibility. if only it could happen without the risk, but then again, the risk is the fun!
I wish for her, I’m serious. Every day I wish she could be here with me, or I, there with her. I wish for happiness, for sublimation, and I wish, above all, for her.
I am wishing for her wishes, her kisses, across my face, my neck, my breasts, below.
“If this is a dream, I wish I would just wake up!” I cried.
He shook his head sadly. “It is no dream… at least not in the way that YOU define them. And wishing is futile, in any case. Action is futile. You must THINK now! Think!”
“About WHAT?” I screamed at him, sobbing.
if wishes were fishes this place would stink…
wishing is a waste of time.
wishing is childish, GROW UP!
Wishing brings nothing grief and pain. It cost nothing.to wish and you get nothing from them.
The star fled across the sky, pursued by a meteor of gargantuan proportions.
On earth, a small boy looked up and made his wish, for peace in the entire universe.
The meteor came across the star and took pity.
Wishing I could dream again. Wishing I could hope again. I have such a place deep inside of me that is dying to be heard and seen. I have such beauty placed in me that wants to shine into this dark world. Wishing and Dreaming and Singing is what I long to do!
The sky was dark, not a star to be found in the milky blackness, but Ava still stared up intently, searching for a single star. “Gabriel?” She tugged on her twin brother’s sleeve and looked up at him. Gabriel put the Rubik’s Cube that he had been fumbling with away in his coat pocket and looked down at his younger sister that still held to the story their mother had gave them to help with their father’s passing. “Where’s Daddy’s star?”
He looked around for a moment, then finally pointed at the biggest and brightest star that had just came from behind a cloud.
“There.”
Ava grinned, a huge smile overtaking her features as she looked at the star. “And Mama?” Gabriel paused searching for a moment. He repeated what he repeated every night to the girl: “Mama was always beside Daddy.” And he pointed to a smaller star beside the star claiming to be the children’s father.
I wished I could have said goodbye in a different manner. Edna and Wallace. I had listened to Malcolm, and where had that gotten me? now I am alone, but that is what I fear most. No one should approach me, since there is nothing sacred holding me back. Since I am free to do as I please. To give in…
I wish for things every day. Whether it’s on 11:11, or just a wish. It’s past 11:11 right now. People say that it only works when it’s 11:11 PM, but I also wish for things on 11:11 AM. Anyways, I really like the word “wishing”. I mean, we all do it. Whether for good or evil, we all wish.
I wished he had never come back. If he hadn’t, we would have been perfectly fine on our separate courses. But he did come back, and we turned to each other in weakness. Holding onto the impossible.
I spend my entire life wishing, instead of doing. It accomplishes nothing. But is it possible that maybe the best things I will ever accomplish involve wishing about it first?
if only he were mine, my world would feel complete. i am incomplete. he is imperfect, yet i still long to have him for my own. i am in love. and i wish he loved me too. we are meant to be together, and i wish one day he’d see it too. we are perfect together. i am in love with him. :)
he does not love me. we shall never be together in love, though we are the perfect friends. i’m in love with joey dean. he is my one and only true love. we belong together, but he’ll never see it.
wishing is a complicated thing to do. you make a wrong wish and it comes true you’re screwed. you make a good, right wish for the wrong reason and someone else might get screwed. wishing is not something to play with but everyone does so. its sad but good to believe in something so childish.
Wishing is like chocolate.
In the sense that it becomes liquid.
Like money.
wishing is like to wish withdesireful desire of wanting to having thingings that you want to have so you desire the things with wishingfull desireness of wishes like the gennie of the lamp that give you 3 wishes
They do come true, sometimes. But the old, worn-out adage tends to be true — sometimes you get exactly what you wanted, and then realize it’s not all you thought it would be.
On the other hand, sometimes what you wanted turns out to be so much better than what you could’ve imagined. That’s happened to me sometimes, too.
There was once a wishing star who could no longer take the wishes of others because it wanted a wish for itself. That wish was, to be free as a shooting star. It was sad once it got its wish because shooting stars are wishing stars.
she sits with her head in her hands. He had decided to leave her for his family up North, with no promises of ever calling, or even speaking.
“Why?” She whispers to the starlit sky, but her pleas are not answered, and neither are her wishes to see him running back to her apologizing for ever thinking of leaving.
Wishing. Wishing. Blinking. Blinking. Missing. Missing. Gone. Gone. Gone.
To wish we must dream. To dream we must desire. And to desire we must hunger for something bigger, better than what we currently have.
wishing.
wishing is powerful, but too often it pulls me into tomorrow when i should be living in today.
wishing makes me think about the things that AREN’T there, rather than the things that are here, right here in my midst.
i have yet to figure out the tension.
wishing and contentment.
wishing and seeing.
wishing and celebrating.
Ariel sat by the well; picking at the crumbling brick, rubbing it into dust between her fingers. She had tossed her coin into the well and was still waiting to hear the splash at the bottom. She stood up and walked away from the promise of a better life. She looked back, heard the splash and smiled to herself. Furthering her own delusion that a situation ungoverned by her would change her life for the better.
upon a star. disneyland. night. wanting to be somewhere than where you are. trying to get away from something. missing someone.
Wishing is not putting in the work, wishing is taking things out of your own control. Wishing, hoping, dreaming are all passive. Doing, making, creating. These things all take work and it is with work that things happen and things are done.
She was wishing for another life. When she looked in the deep dark recesses of the lake everything seemed so pointless. The lake. The cabin. The woods. The endlessness of it all. The seeming pointlessness of it all. But what could she do?
Wishing is a beautiful thing because it opens your mind up to your desires. Sometimes desires are kept deep within our hearts, and wishing is the avenue upon which things from within sprout out into some sort of quasi-reality. This step closer to reality from possibility is what makes wishing a normality; and humans have the propensity to stretch for reality through wishing because reality seems to lie within the realm of their desires.
it does not exist, and it leads people to believe in idiot arabian genies. Aladdin was a lie and it ruined my life. wishing = bs. thank you. i have 20 more seconds…. waiting…. wishing this would end.
Wishing makes me think of my child hood. Wishing on stars, throwing a penny down a wishing well. It makes me think of the optimism of youth; when anything was possible. I picture myself, eyes closed tight. Wishing. Thinking of all the random things I want and then throwing the penny.
i wasi was
always wishing life was simpler
always wishing away the bad to only have the good