What does it feel like to be wanted? Wonderful I suppose. To know that somebody wants you. It like when we want something; food, something. Now we know how it feels to be wanted. It feels great.Want what you want, anything at all, and you just might get it. I want a smile today (:
I want what every woman wants. I want you to look at me with fire in your eyes, I want my blood to boil when you touch me, and I want you to make my heart race. I want you to make me feel wanted.
When I was little I wanted to be an actress. I dreamed of being on the stage. Under all of the lights. Feeling wanted by all, feeling good, complete, having a surreal experience. Being myself, but not. Even though I am not acting, I know that I am always wanted and loved.
Ohhh to be wanted. I wanted, he wanted …she wanted..we all wanted. But what really was it that we all wanted? Why didn’t we ask instead for the basics? What we really desperately needed, what we all should wish for each other, for ourselves? Why is wanting so hard? Instead of being in a needy relationship isn’t it better to be simply wanted??
i wanted to say something to him today. i wanted to hang out. i want the weather to stay like this forever. i want it to always be spring. today ms. wright said something with the word want — “does anyone want me?” but it wasn’t sexual, just essay-l. so as you can see, wanted is a very ambiguous? word. lots of different feelings tie into it.
he wanted to let her go, but he just couldn’t. they had been together for so long. it was almost as if she was a part of him now. there was only one thing left to do. he was going to take her life, along with his own. it was the only way out and the only way to let go.
i’ve never wanted to be on the run, always looking aver your shoulder never being able to relax, never being about to fully fit in society. there always afetr you, your always on edge. never alone do i give my real ame, will they find out who i am. i cant give my own name. they will find me. they will get me. i see my picture everywhere. i can’t
She wanted the lovely curving lines. The gentle flowing coil below her breast that fell to her navel and lower. The arc of the back of the thigh, down the calf, around heel, tickling her toes.
Nothing is wanted, if you are free. You flow with the wind and the water, grow with the sun, live life unencumbered. Want is a way of tying yourself down, of setting limits on happiness, of setting boundaries on life. But as humans, we can never surpass our want. It is who we are–to want, to need, to never succeed fully.
I’ve wanted to travel for a long, long time. I’ve taken trips here and there, but you always want more. From Costa Rica to France, I’ve gone on adventures. I’ve wanted to fall in love, too. But that’s one of those things you can’t really control, can you? You could want all you, well, want, but some things are just meant to be, or they’re not.
I wanted to watch Skins. I wanted to eat food. I didn’t want the calories. I wanted to drink last night. I did. I didn’t want to sort of kiss that random guy with the fucked up newsboy hat on trying to be Irish for St. Patrick’s day. I wanted to wear green but I didn’t have any. I wanted Luke to be there. He wasn’t. I didn’t want Luke to be there. But I did.
He wanted the icecream. He wanted it so much that as his mummy walked past the icecream shop he gazed at it longingly. Strawberry. Yes definitely Strawberry – or maybe blackcurrent?
Mummy wanted to do ‘shopping’. Shopping could go on for agggges and was not always very exciting. If he was lucky he got to throw some pennies in the water in the arcade in between shopping. It just wasn’t fair.
He knows he’s wanted when the fist slams into his stomach and steals his air. When the lights in his eyes dim down and he doesn’t go unconscious but he’s powerless to resist as he’s hauled off his feet. This is what it’s like to truly be desired, isn’t it? The world’s colors look muted and he groans as his feet dangle and he’s so. So tired.
i wanted to say something today. i wanted him to notice me. i wanted this to be nice today. ms. wright asked an awkward question today that included the word wanted — “who wants me?” but she’s a teacher so it wasn’t sexual. it was essayl. so as you can see, wanted is a very ambiguous? word
like when someone gets in trouble they are wanted by the cops or if someone needs to talk to them they want them if someone needs something they want them
She wanted a pony as a child. She wanted to get in to the best grad school. She knew she wanted to live in a three-bedroom ranch someday. She wanted the best for her kids.
But more than anything else, she wanted to be loved.
WANTED:now we have met the criteria of our exercise,the body continues of the earth after the soul has left it, and our essence also continues on more than one lifetime.
I’ve always wanted, and needed, never been satisfied with what I had. Some might call that being ungrateful, but I just call it ambition. I have a hunger for more which enables me to wring life for all it’s worth
I think we all strive to feel wanted, being able to spend time with someone who wants you and they know also that you want them is one of the most beautiful experiences in life. It’s the basis of a great friendship that you both recognise the other person’s good points and that you never feel like more or less than them as a person, this makes you an unstoppable team
I am wanted
but i dont want much
i dont ask for much
i have basically all i feel i need
for now
wanted is in the past
therefore that either suggests
you got what you wanted
for you no longer really want whatever it was you once wanted
i am wanted
but i dont want
much
Wanted. I’m wanted here. Here in your arms. With you nothing else matters. You want me. Everything about me. The things others judge me for. My messy hair and loud laugh. My strange habits and many imperfections. Everything about me. With you, I am wanted.
Some of the things I wanted as a child seem so remote now. And yet, without dreams, life would be pretty bleak. The things I want now seem so much more mundane: practical, necessary things. It’s too bad we sometimes lose the fantasy quality, the wonder, as we get older.
On the highest of shelves, in the darkest corner
I sit still and wait, gathering dust
One day, some day, some day, one day.
I know, I hope, for someone must
Want a new teddy, as I want a new owner.
every person is wanted. You want to be wanted because then you are useful. We all have to have a purpose. If not we go crazy. Men that get sacked becomes sick because they are no longer wanted. I want me boyfriend he wants me. It’s a perfect harmony
The thing about being wanted was that it didn’t make her feel popular. Mostly it made her feel used and cheated, taken for granted and belittled, depersonalized, objectified. Being wanted wasn’t the same was being liked or appreciated or needed, after all, and no one seemed to want her for anything important, that mattered, that made her special.
They just wanted her because she was easier than the others, and that made her feel cheap at the end of the day – or night.
we all want to feel wanted. Wanted for our minds, our hearts, and our souls. But what stops ourselves from other people wanting us? Your thoughts, your feelings, and yourself.
I wanted to be famous. I wanted to see my name on the front of the local newspaper. I wanted people to talk about me as they walked by on the streets, reading magazines, sipping cups of decaf.
And my wish had been granted. Oh, it was granted.
But not as I wanted. For just above my name on that grey paper, was a single word: wanted.
What does it feel like to be wanted? Wonderful I suppose. To know that somebody wants you. It like when we want something; food, something. Now we know how it feels to be wanted. It feels great.Want what you want, anything at all, and you just might get it. I want a smile today (:
I want what every woman wants. I want you to look at me with fire in your eyes, I want my blood to boil when you touch me, and I want you to make my heart race. I want you to make me feel wanted.
When I was little I wanted to be an actress. I dreamed of being on the stage. Under all of the lights. Feeling wanted by all, feeling good, complete, having a surreal experience. Being myself, but not. Even though I am not acting, I know that I am always wanted and loved.
Ohhh to be wanted. I wanted, he wanted …she wanted..we all wanted. But what really was it that we all wanted? Why didn’t we ask instead for the basics? What we really desperately needed, what we all should wish for each other, for ourselves? Why is wanting so hard? Instead of being in a needy relationship isn’t it better to be simply wanted??
Her voice hangs above their heads
like the stars shining in the sky.
His hand travels up and down her back,
trying to soothe her.
Cries are heard,
panic is abrupt.
i wanted to say something to him today. i wanted to hang out. i want the weather to stay like this forever. i want it to always be spring. today ms. wright said something with the word want — “does anyone want me?” but it wasn’t sexual, just essay-l. so as you can see, wanted is a very ambiguous? word. lots of different feelings tie into it.
he wanted to let her go, but he just couldn’t. they had been together for so long. it was almost as if she was a part of him now. there was only one thing left to do. he was going to take her life, along with his own. it was the only way out and the only way to let go.
i’ve never wanted to be on the run, always looking aver your shoulder never being able to relax, never being about to fully fit in society. there always afetr you, your always on edge. never alone do i give my real ame, will they find out who i am. i cant give my own name. they will find me. they will get me. i see my picture everywhere. i can’t
wanted dead or alive
always wanting and never giving is selfish
all they wanted was a job to care for the necessities of life
She wanted the lovely curving lines. The gentle flowing coil below her breast that fell to her navel and lower. The arc of the back of the thigh, down the calf, around heel, tickling her toes.
Nothing is wanted, if you are free. You flow with the wind and the water, grow with the sun, live life unencumbered. Want is a way of tying yourself down, of setting limits on happiness, of setting boundaries on life. But as humans, we can never surpass our want. It is who we are–to want, to need, to never succeed fully.
I’ve wanted to travel for a long, long time. I’ve taken trips here and there, but you always want more. From Costa Rica to France, I’ve gone on adventures. I’ve wanted to fall in love, too. But that’s one of those things you can’t really control, can you? You could want all you, well, want, but some things are just meant to be, or they’re not.
I wanted to watch Skins. I wanted to eat food. I didn’t want the calories. I wanted to drink last night. I did. I didn’t want to sort of kiss that random guy with the fucked up newsboy hat on trying to be Irish for St. Patrick’s day. I wanted to wear green but I didn’t have any. I wanted Luke to be there. He wasn’t. I didn’t want Luke to be there. But I did.
He wanted the icecream. He wanted it so much that as his mummy walked past the icecream shop he gazed at it longingly. Strawberry. Yes definitely Strawberry – or maybe blackcurrent?
Mummy wanted to do ‘shopping’. Shopping could go on for agggges and was not always very exciting. If he was lucky he got to throw some pennies in the water in the arcade in between shopping. It just wasn’t fair.
He knows he’s wanted when the fist slams into his stomach and steals his air. When the lights in his eyes dim down and he doesn’t go unconscious but he’s powerless to resist as he’s hauled off his feet. This is what it’s like to truly be desired, isn’t it? The world’s colors look muted and he groans as his feet dangle and he’s so. So tired.
i wanted to say something today. i wanted him to notice me. i wanted this to be nice today. ms. wright asked an awkward question today that included the word wanted — “who wants me?” but she’s a teacher so it wasn’t sexual. it was essayl. so as you can see, wanted is a very ambiguous? word
Just the idea of knowing she was wanted, even if she could never truly be had, was intoxicating.
I am wanted my alot of guys lol your you could say that you wanted by the cops. There is a song called wanted.
The person was wanted by the cops.
Wanted means to wanting to be found or if your hiding from somebody and you don’t want them to so they want you wanted.
WANTED: Wanting.
wanted means that they want something. a person can be wanted for doing a crime or something like that.
I was wanted. Dead or alive. I hide out in the old shed behind my cousins’ house. I’ll be safe here. CREEPER!
like when someone gets in trouble they are wanted by the cops or if someone needs to talk to them they want them if someone needs something they want them
She wanted a pony as a child. She wanted to get in to the best grad school. She knew she wanted to live in a three-bedroom ranch someday. She wanted the best for her kids.
But more than anything else, she wanted to be loved.
wanted
WANTED:now we have met the criteria of our exercise,the body continues of the earth after the soul has left it, and our essence also continues on more than one lifetime.
I’ve always wanted, and needed, never been satisfied with what I had. Some might call that being ungrateful, but I just call it ambition. I have a hunger for more which enables me to wring life for all it’s worth
I think we all strive to feel wanted, being able to spend time with someone who wants you and they know also that you want them is one of the most beautiful experiences in life. It’s the basis of a great friendship that you both recognise the other person’s good points and that you never feel like more or less than them as a person, this makes you an unstoppable team
I am wanted
but i dont want much
i dont ask for much
i have basically all i feel i need
for now
wanted is in the past
therefore that either suggests
you got what you wanted
for you no longer really want whatever it was you once wanted
i am wanted
but i dont want
much
On a lamppost,
On a window,
In an alley,
In a corner,
On a stairway,
And hungry.
Wanted. I’m wanted here. Here in your arms. With you nothing else matters. You want me. Everything about me. The things others judge me for. My messy hair and loud laugh. My strange habits and many imperfections. Everything about me. With you, I am wanted.
Some of the things I wanted as a child seem so remote now. And yet, without dreams, life would be pretty bleak. The things I want now seem so much more mundane: practical, necessary things. It’s too bad we sometimes lose the fantasy quality, the wonder, as we get older.
On the highest of shelves, in the darkest corner
I sit still and wait, gathering dust
One day, some day, some day, one day.
I know, I hope, for someone must
Want a new teddy, as I want a new owner.
every person is wanted. You want to be wanted because then you are useful. We all have to have a purpose. If not we go crazy. Men that get sacked becomes sick because they are no longer wanted. I want me boyfriend he wants me. It’s a perfect harmony
The thing about being wanted was that it didn’t make her feel popular. Mostly it made her feel used and cheated, taken for granted and belittled, depersonalized, objectified. Being wanted wasn’t the same was being liked or appreciated or needed, after all, and no one seemed to want her for anything important, that mattered, that made her special.
They just wanted her because she was easier than the others, and that made her feel cheap at the end of the day – or night.
we all want to feel wanted. Wanted for our minds, our hearts, and our souls. But what stops ourselves from other people wanting us? Your thoughts, your feelings, and yourself.
everything we are is what we wanted
I wanted to be famous. I wanted to see my name on the front of the local newspaper. I wanted people to talk about me as they walked by on the streets, reading magazines, sipping cups of decaf.
And my wish had been granted. Oh, it was granted.
But not as I wanted. For just above my name on that grey paper, was a single word: wanted.
wanted is a very sad word because it shows how desire disappears.
people change.
our dreams fall apart.
we lose our will to want.