I needed to satisfy that thirst I had. The water wasn’t enough. The countless cups wasted. What was causing me to feel this way…this unsatisfaction. Nothing to do.
Hunger is the need to fully satisfy one’s desire for food. Food of a unique and wondrous complexity. I am hungry and as soon as I’m done with this sentence I will satisfy my hunger
To comfort. To take away one’s worry and anxiety and remind them that the world isn’t as bad as they think. To ensure them that no matter how quick that satisfaction is, that they deserve to feel it. To reassure.
Satisfaction is difficult, I believe, to achieve. To satisfy, to be satisfied, it can all seem to be met with disappointment. I think we’ve all grown to believe that becoming satisfied can be impossible, and that maybe we’re not supposed to satisfy, or be satisfied in return.
It does not satisfy me that you always forget most of what I say. You leave me hanging in conversations. You leave questions unanswered. And yet somehow you have the time to immerse yourself in your imagined coolness, and you have this delusion that you are oh so desirable to your other girls, who are either farting projected coolness or squeaking shrill annoying words about their self-centered ideas.
I don´t seem to be satisfied by anything, love is not enough, life is not enough. Is happiness going to be enough? I wish I had a smaller crave for living so that holding hands with you can be enough to satisfy.
My appetite is hard to satisfy. I’m always hungry, and hunger is distracting. I don’t know how to live without constantly thinking about food. I know I’m not alone in this!
To satisfy me would be to open my heart and release my inhibitions. It would be fulfilling but unfulfilled. A lasting desire and a throbbing body. Satisfy me. Or leave me be.
Tonight I’m alive to satisfy me. No apologies. Alone in my little apt, after taking care of other worldly needs, mostly that of others. I am here. Alone. Me, my cat and just one (1) glass of wine.
satisfy my desires by being just who you were when I met you! Only evolve never depreciate your own self worth! You are beautiful to me all your flaws all your tweaks all your imperfections I love! Don’t go changing trying to satisfy everyone it will never work just stay true to self and I promise you I will never leave your side!
People aren’t ever satisfied with their life. They always want more. It doesn’t matter if they live in a mansion or a run-down house, they just always do. When they get their wish, they ask for more.
Cassandra was utterly and completely satisfied. A pleasant sigh left her lips as she glanced over at Alaric in the bed beside her. He was asleep, a pleased smile on his lips as he dreamed. It brought a smile to hers as she laid her head on his chest, her eyes drifting closed as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat. Yes she was utter satisfied and happy.
there is a craving, deep in my core, more than a hunger. it must be satisfied. and you — you are the one who can quench this thirst. this flaming passion. I need you to put out this fire.
He can’t satisfy me. Nothing can. Like a maw I devour all and all and more than all and yet am not filled. What is a mortal beside that? I could eat this planet and not be filled. I could eat this solar system, this galaxy, this whole god damn universe and it wouldn’t matter. And yet I settle for one man on one planet in one solar system who thinks himself special. What logic is that?
john had a desparate need to satisfy his craving for mint chocolate chip, but the job came first. he carefully raised the rifle to his eye and took aim from across the street, right at the targets head.
The need to fulfill an urge. The fulfillment of that urge, the release, like a sneeze, like an orgasm, like a blink. Unconscious, uncensored, necessary. A sigh,
To quench thirst. A Dying man’s last words. A Last meal. A relieving sign coming up from air, reminding you that life is brief and we live to fullfill it. Don’t waste these moments. Satisfy all urges. Run. Jump. Leap. Scream. Kiss. Love. Want. Get. Give. Don’t forget.
satisfy my pleasures both sexual and day-to-day. I love you and you love me so there should be no internal conflict. And it is that feeling that is satisfying enough. You’ve already
there was something there that didn’t make him less thirsty, but he realized he could die and be alright. he never wanted to die alone, before. the desert was very lonely. but as he was now faced with the opportunity, he was, suddenly, not so scared anymore. and he didn’t think he ever would be again.
I wish I could satisfy myself. I never seem to be satisfied with my work or myself. I always need to do more work, and I always need to do more for myself… but I can’t have time for both. I want to take time to just chill and do “me” stuff… but then I would sacrifice my work, and I can’t do that, because it would sacrifice my grades. I can’t seem to figure out a way to satisfy myself.
food satisfies the soul. The more you eat the more satisfied you are. But there is a limit to satisfaction. Just like there is a limit to everything else in life. Eat to much and the food won’t satisfy you anymore. It will taste horrible and make you feel ill.
Stop comparing yourself to others’, even yourself to yourself. Comparison is a prison where we both the prisoner and prison guard. Smash every mirror you find yourself staring at you but never into you. I mean it– smash every mirror you find yourself looking into, even if it’s a building window; you see, this way you’ll get arrested and go to a physical prison and when you do, compare it to the one inside you.
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN IDK even know what to SAY,
I was just on stumble upon and stumbln’ and what not and all of a sudden this ONEWORD thigny popped up So I guess I should write something…..
A faction of people, yours included, with our very odd and very wicked ways, we find our wills swayed by the general delay of decision-making, that is to say, we like hiding away in the responsibility of another’s mistake, or their great plan, or just a generally nice pathway. It’s comforting. But it’s never quite satisfying.
being satisfied is a good thing. it is very important inlife to feel satisfied or else that can lead to unhappiness and deppression. Ways to make yourself feel satisfied can be quite easy. you need to know what makes you happy
I am not satisfied with who I am. I don’t think I’ll ever be. It’s just what 15 years of football(soccer) has done to me. There is always something more to achieve for. There is always room to improve. Always the next tournament to win. Always the next player title to acquire.
I will never be satisfied with who I am, but is that a problem?
Satisfaction is what people seek. We seek to entertain ourselves with things that please us, either harmful or safe. For exaple, we tend to satisfy needs like the one of pleasure, which is the one that burns the most inside us. Because we’re like animals in taht matter, and our only purpose is self-accomplishment.
to give in the pleasure of pleasing. embracing the current of forces that flow inside your body. to calm them down. to satisfy. i bet an ad can come up around there somewhere. sometimes i hate how it easy it is to convince you, to be convinced.
satisfaction. spiritually. mentally. physically. thinking about all the things make me successful as a friend person worker poet — satisfaction with my life as a whole and trying to feel content with myself on a macro level. I feel most satisfied.
He satisfied me. The thirst, the hunger, all of it was gone. His lips were soft against my skin, his cheek rough. This was all I wanted. Me and him, here, alone, but together. Always.
Measure
Pouring from the cup
Drip
Dropping down
Too fine to measure
But all is consumed
No elixir brings content
And there
Is a mess in the kitchen.
Mention
You’re using my toothbrush
I can tell
The mint scent pouring from your breath
Has changed from Long cut spearmint
To sweet peppermint,
I won’t mention a thing.
Satisfy
Chocolate
Ginger and almonds for breakfast
Honey and whiskey to start the day.
To seek satisfaction in life is to satisfy oneself. Life throws us too many curved balls, and sometimes one needs to satisfy desires to achieve all that is possible in life.
I needed to satisfy that thirst I had. The water wasn’t enough. The countless cups wasted. What was causing me to feel this way…this unsatisfaction. Nothing to do.
Hunger is the need to fully satisfy one’s desire for food. Food of a unique and wondrous complexity. I am hungry and as soon as I’m done with this sentence I will satisfy my hunger
To comfort. To take away one’s worry and anxiety and remind them that the world isn’t as bad as they think. To ensure them that no matter how quick that satisfaction is, that they deserve to feel it. To reassure.
Satisfaction is difficult, I believe, to achieve. To satisfy, to be satisfied, it can all seem to be met with disappointment. I think we’ve all grown to believe that becoming satisfied can be impossible, and that maybe we’re not supposed to satisfy, or be satisfied in return.
It does not satisfy me that you always forget most of what I say. You leave me hanging in conversations. You leave questions unanswered. And yet somehow you have the time to immerse yourself in your imagined coolness, and you have this delusion that you are oh so desirable to your other girls, who are either farting projected coolness or squeaking shrill annoying words about their self-centered ideas.
I don´t seem to be satisfied by anything, love is not enough, life is not enough. Is happiness going to be enough? I wish I had a smaller crave for living so that holding hands with you can be enough to satisfy.
My appetite is hard to satisfy. I’m always hungry, and hunger is distracting. I don’t know how to live without constantly thinking about food. I know I’m not alone in this!
To satisfy me would be to open my heart and release my inhibitions. It would be fulfilling but unfulfilled. A lasting desire and a throbbing body. Satisfy me. Or leave me be.
Tonight I’m alive to satisfy me. No apologies. Alone in my little apt, after taking care of other worldly needs, mostly that of others. I am here. Alone. Me, my cat and just one (1) glass of wine.
satisfy my desires by being just who you were when I met you! Only evolve never depreciate your own self worth! You are beautiful to me all your flaws all your tweaks all your imperfections I love! Don’t go changing trying to satisfy everyone it will never work just stay true to self and I promise you I will never leave your side!
People aren’t ever satisfied with their life. They always want more. It doesn’t matter if they live in a mansion or a run-down house, they just always do. When they get their wish, they ask for more.
I will never be satisfied with myself.
I cannot play a sport.
I have no skill in any useful activity.
My few talents disappoint many.
Reading doesn’t earn you medals.
Sewing is a seemingly ancient skill.
Writing doesn’t gain you admiring friends.
These things don’t put food on the table
Or clothes on our backs
Or money in our dusty, underused wallets.
Art only gets the lucky far,
Who am I to think I will go far?
I yearn only to prove myself to others.
Perhaps they’ll never be satisfied.
Cassandra was utterly and completely satisfied. A pleasant sigh left her lips as she glanced over at Alaric in the bed beside her. He was asleep, a pleased smile on his lips as he dreamed. It brought a smile to hers as she laid her head on his chest, her eyes drifting closed as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat. Yes she was utter satisfied and happy.
there is a craving, deep in my core, more than a hunger. it must be satisfied. and you — you are the one who can quench this thirst. this flaming passion. I need you to put out this fire.
is to be full. is to be done. is to be complete. is to breathe relief. […]
He can’t satisfy me. Nothing can. Like a maw I devour all and all and more than all and yet am not filled. What is a mortal beside that? I could eat this planet and not be filled. I could eat this solar system, this galaxy, this whole god damn universe and it wouldn’t matter. And yet I settle for one man on one planet in one solar system who thinks himself special. What logic is that?
I can’t get no satisfaction, I haven’t a sexual relation since a year, a satisfied relation. because something that i tried was not very nice…
john had a desparate need to satisfy his craving for mint chocolate chip, but the job came first. he carefully raised the rifle to his eye and took aim from across the street, right at the targets head.
The need to fulfill an urge. The fulfillment of that urge, the release, like a sneeze, like an orgasm, like a blink. Unconscious, uncensored, necessary. A sigh,
To quench thirst. A Dying man’s last words. A Last meal. A relieving sign coming up from air, reminding you that life is brief and we live to fullfill it. Don’t waste these moments. Satisfy all urges. Run. Jump. Leap. Scream. Kiss. Love. Want. Get. Give. Don’t forget.
satisfy my pleasures both sexual and day-to-day. I love you and you love me so there should be no internal conflict. And it is that feeling that is satisfying enough. You’ve already
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there was something there that didn’t make him less thirsty, but he realized he could die and be alright. he never wanted to die alone, before. the desert was very lonely. but as he was now faced with the opportunity, he was, suddenly, not so scared anymore. and he didn’t think he ever would be again.
I wish I could satisfy myself. I never seem to be satisfied with my work or myself. I always need to do more work, and I always need to do more for myself… but I can’t have time for both. I want to take time to just chill and do “me” stuff… but then I would sacrifice my work, and I can’t do that, because it would sacrifice my grades. I can’t seem to figure out a way to satisfy myself.
food satisfies the soul. The more you eat the more satisfied you are. But there is a limit to satisfaction. Just like there is a limit to everything else in life. Eat to much and the food won’t satisfy you anymore. It will taste horrible and make you feel ill.
Stop comparing yourself to others’, even yourself to yourself. Comparison is a prison where we both the prisoner and prison guard. Smash every mirror you find yourself staring at you but never into you. I mean it– smash every mirror you find yourself looking into, even if it’s a building window; you see, this way you’ll get arrested and go to a physical prison and when you do, compare it to the one inside you.
meet my needs. satiate my urges. i need it carnal. i need it now. make it sweaty. make it now.
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN IDK even know what to SAY,
I was just on stumble upon and stumbln’ and what not and all of a sudden this ONEWORD thigny popped up So I guess I should write something…..
A faction of people, yours included, with our very odd and very wicked ways, we find our wills swayed by the general delay of decision-making, that is to say, we like hiding away in the responsibility of another’s mistake, or their great plan, or just a generally nice pathway. It’s comforting. But it’s never quite satisfying.
being satisfied is a good thing. it is very important inlife to feel satisfied or else that can lead to unhappiness and deppression. Ways to make yourself feel satisfied can be quite easy. you need to know what makes you happy
I am not satisfied with who I am. I don’t think I’ll ever be. It’s just what 15 years of football(soccer) has done to me. There is always something more to achieve for. There is always room to improve. Always the next tournament to win. Always the next player title to acquire.
I will never be satisfied with who I am, but is that a problem?
Satisfaction is what people seek. We seek to entertain ourselves with things that please us, either harmful or safe. For exaple, we tend to satisfy needs like the one of pleasure, which is the one that burns the most inside us. Because we’re like animals in taht matter, and our only purpose is self-accomplishment.
to give in the pleasure of pleasing. embracing the current of forces that flow inside your body. to calm them down. to satisfy. i bet an ad can come up around there somewhere. sometimes i hate how it easy it is to convince you, to be convinced.
satisfaction. spiritually. mentally. physically. thinking about all the things make me successful as a friend person worker poet — satisfaction with my life as a whole and trying to feel content with myself on a macro level. I feel most satisfied.
He satisfied me. The thirst, the hunger, all of it was gone. His lips were soft against my skin, his cheek rough. This was all I wanted. Me and him, here, alone, but together. Always.
Measure
Pouring from the cup
Drip
Dropping down
Too fine to measure
But all is consumed
No elixir brings content
And there
Is a mess in the kitchen.
Mention
You’re using my toothbrush
I can tell
The mint scent pouring from your breath
Has changed from Long cut spearmint
To sweet peppermint,
I won’t mention a thing.
Satisfy
Chocolate
Ginger and almonds for breakfast
Honey and whiskey to start the day.
I was always hungry after dinner. I couldn’t seem to satisfy my hunger. Thanksgiving is a fun time. Blah.
if there was one thing i’d say about growing up, it’s that i could never satisfy anyone.
i couldn’t spell good. i couldn’t love good. i couldn’t keep my family from going crazy.
but today, i realize that none of those things are important.
the only thing you have to satisfy is yourself.
and if you’re able to do that, then you’ll be happy.
I was always hungry after dinner. I couldn’t seem to satisfy my hunger. Thanksgiving is a fun time. Blah blah blah blah.
To seek satisfaction in life is to satisfy oneself. Life throws us too many curved balls, and sometimes one needs to satisfy desires to achieve all that is possible in life.