I wanted someone to love me the way I loved them. I found that was impossible when looking, so I stopped. He found me, but our love was still impossible. Somehow it hurts less though, to never have the things I still want. Because I still have things I never thought I would have.
you are everything i’ve ever dreamed of. i’m so crazy about you. every time i see you no matter what is going on i’m automaticaly happy. you’re everything i’ve ever wanted. i wish you would love me too.
it is what I want not what you want don’t forget I have the mind of a hawk and I can get you whenever I want you… This is the end and you are wanted by more than just me
We all want to be wanted. It is the very essence of the creature that is human. We want things, emotions, experiences. It would be rare never to want anything – even not to want something.
wanted. new job…now hiring in the commons for a waitress who is good in bed…ew gross, why did my mind just come up with this? i’m listening to mozart and an analysis of his eine kleine nachtmusik…was he wanted? was he a pain in the ass. what creates want? is it society, us, some idea?
At my subway station, where I find myself every morning and every night, there is a wall where they hang signs. Most are explanations, in English and in Spanish, of subway service changes, but some are posters seeking lost dogs and cats, who always appear impossibly small in their photocopied versions.
I was wanted for months. My crimes were so massive that the SWAT team knew my name, birth date , and social security by heart. Infamous around law enforcers i quickly moved from state to sate. All policemen knew that upon meeting me the last thing they would see is the shimmer of my blade.
For years I wanted to have red hair. I admired the particular rosiness it lent the face, and the way it curled and cast shadows on itself on someone’s shoulders. I did not notice that my own was dark and straight and did not touch my shoulders at all.
in the end, i just want to be wanted by someone. i want to be desired and loved for who i really am, not the front that i put out. i want someone to love me for who i am. please want me. somebody.
To be wanted, to be needed. That’s what everyone wants in the end. We don’t want fancy crap or nice cars. People just want to be appreciated for what they can contribute to life. To be wanted is a beautiful thing, although, with no reciprocation, it’s hard to stay sane. It would be nice to be wanted.
i’ve always wanted to be wanted. I think that’s probably one of the best feelings in the world. Not necessarily by boys or by someone in a romantic way, but just to be wanted period. By my friends. My family. Random strangers. Just to feel like your presence makes some kind of difference is such an awesome feeling. It makes you feel like you, just by existing, is making a difference some how
I wanted a Barbie Dream House. That didn’t happen. I used to say that the man who found me one all these years later would be my soulmate. It now occurs to me that this may have been a shallow request. I think it’s good to want things and do without them. It builds character. Like losing. I’ve got a lot of character.
I wnated to know you so I pursued you and I found out that there is so much to know so every morning that I wake up I pursue you all over again. Please help me to know you better just because I love your presence in my life.
needed. i wish it was mine. how do i get it? all the things in the world. chocolate, coffee, food, drinks, clothing, money, success… and love. not need but close. maybe maybe if i wish hard enough i’ll get what i want… anything and everything.
Everyone wants to feel wanted. Women, Men, Mother, Father, Child, and animals. I also wanted to feel wanted. Wanted by my employer, husband and children.
I’m so wanted…by collection agencies for money I don’t have, by friends of my time already allocated to full time work and a full time job and by my parents to get it together already.
he’s wanted by the police. i know this for fact, i was the one that called it in. they are searching for his car now. i was the one that gave them his plate numbers. i don’t regret putting his fate in my hands. at least i don’t think i do?
Wanted all I had, and nothing left to me. I left her sitting by the sea, and nothing could erase the look upon her face, I die inside each time I look again. The stars looked down sympathetically, and wished for her serenity, though cold and analytically, they sigh.
It’s such an weird word, don’t you agree? It’s past tense, it’s an implication and really I hate it so much. It’s hurtful and it’s sad. Wanted. Wanted means they don’t want you now.
Die gesuchte Person versteckt sich in meiner Vergangenheit. Dort ist sie kein Verbrecher, sondern ein Freund. OK und ein kleiner Verbrecher vielleicht, ein Pyromane um genauer zu sein. Der heutige Aufenenthalt ist vermutlich bei Jesus.
It seems as though being wanted is something that every person has a strange obsession with. What’s so great about being wanted? Why can’t we just be happy with what we think of ourselves?
Everyone feels the need to be wanted, appreciated for who they are truly. Who do we mask our real traits in fear of what others may think? In the end its hiding ourselves from who we truly are. And who we truly are is what we truly have.
I come across a lot of people at work who are “wanted.” Some of them are pretty hardcore. Drugs, theft, robbery, assault, the whole bit. But it seems like a lot of people aren’t the sorts that people expect to be going through the criminal justice system. Some are just desperate. Others made a bad decision. Does that make them bad people? Do they deserve to go to jail? I don’t know. It’s not just bad people that go to jail.
Wanted…would be awesome to be some wanted criminal on the run from the world. Would be a criminal for something pretty devastating but sexy so all the ladies would love it. Something like playing a guitar solo off the top of Buckingham palace and then chopping the united kingdom flag down with the guitar and keeping it in my room whilst getting hooked off the top by a passing plane like on the dark knight.
omg i hate that i wants him soo bad i love hime blahhh i hate what i did to him i wanted to be with him but i cant exceot i am……….i am wanted strongly by sooo many people they all look at me its so weird. i guess i kinda like it but i meeean its bad cause it makes me reallly reallly concieted and i don;t like that about myself.
I wanted someone to love me the way I loved them. I found that was impossible when looking, so I stopped. He found me, but our love was still impossible. Somehow it hurts less though, to never have the things I still want. Because I still have things I never thought I would have.
I am wanted. Wanted by all desire. I am wanted by all of them, all of those desires. I wanted them. But they did not want me.
what I wanted
and what I got
what you wanted
and what I am
A relationship wanted for murder
of one heart
and one soul
the jury says
guilty
and the sentence is
life
you are everything i’ve ever dreamed of. i’m so crazy about you. every time i see you no matter what is going on i’m automaticaly happy. you’re everything i’ve ever wanted. i wish you would love me too.
bologna.
it is what I want not what you want don’t forget I have the mind of a hawk and I can get you whenever I want you… This is the end and you are wanted by more than just me
i am not wanted i am not here i am going to a new place to find something new and something that is old and everyone has
We all want to be wanted. It is the very essence of the creature that is human. We want things, emotions, experiences. It would be rare never to want anything – even not to want something.
only wanted you
i wanted to see the other side of life. I wanted to go over the hill. I wanted too much I think and now I have nothing and I want for nothing.
wanted
wanted. new job…now hiring in the commons for a waitress who is good in bed…ew gross, why did my mind just come up with this? i’m listening to mozart and an analysis of his eine kleine nachtmusik…was he wanted? was he a pain in the ass. what creates want? is it society, us, some idea?
How many can say they aren’t hungry to be wanted, not for anything crazy, just wanted, like a light on in the dark. It feels good to be wanted.
everyone wants to feel wanted. sometimes, it’s by the man we love (or woman.) sometimes it’s by our parents. sometimes it’s by our friends.
but for alex green, all he wanted was to be noticed.
and his suicided was sure as hell noticed by everyone who watched the news.
they were too late for alex.
you are so wanted and you don’t even know it
Why don’t I feel wanted by you? I want you to want me. You’re apathetic and I can’t stand it.
I feel like I’m sinking.
At my subway station, where I find myself every morning and every night, there is a wall where they hang signs. Most are explanations, in English and in Spanish, of subway service changes, but some are posters seeking lost dogs and cats, who always appear impossibly small in their photocopied versions.
I was wanted for months. My crimes were so massive that the SWAT team knew my name, birth date , and social security by heart. Infamous around law enforcers i quickly moved from state to sate. All policemen knew that upon meeting me the last thing they would see is the shimmer of my blade.
For years I wanted to have red hair. I admired the particular rosiness it lent the face, and the way it curled and cast shadows on itself on someone’s shoulders. I did not notice that my own was dark and straight and did not touch my shoulders at all.
in the end, i just want to be wanted by someone. i want to be desired and loved for who i really am, not the front that i put out. i want someone to love me for who i am. please want me. somebody.
hav you seen that movie wanted its awesome
I’ve already got this word before – this is fucking terrible.
Actually, thinking about it – is this a daily thing?
My mistake people of OneWord.com, I have brought shame upon you all.
I suppose there is nothing else to do now but to talk more about stabbing nuns.
Oh nevermind I’m out of time.
I’ve never wanted any more than to just stab a nun in the face.
Like, seriously – that would be awesome.
Just imagine being stood over a bleeding nun, couldn’t wish for any more really.
Now that I think of it, a private island would be sick too.
Stabbing a nun on your own private island? Even better.
To be wanted, to be needed. That’s what everyone wants in the end. We don’t want fancy crap or nice cars. People just want to be appreciated for what they can contribute to life. To be wanted is a beautiful thing, although, with no reciprocation, it’s hard to stay sane. It would be nice to be wanted.
i’ve always wanted to be wanted. I think that’s probably one of the best feelings in the world. Not necessarily by boys or by someone in a romantic way, but just to be wanted period. By my friends. My family. Random strangers. Just to feel like your presence makes some kind of difference is such an awesome feeling. It makes you feel like you, just by existing, is making a difference some how
I wanted a Barbie Dream House. That didn’t happen. I used to say that the man who found me one all these years later would be my soulmate. It now occurs to me that this may have been a shallow request. I think it’s good to want things and do without them. It builds character. Like losing. I’ve got a lot of character.
I wnated to know you so I pursued you and I found out that there is so much to know so every morning that I wake up I pursue you all over again. Please help me to know you better just because I love your presence in my life.
needed. i wish it was mine. how do i get it? all the things in the world. chocolate, coffee, food, drinks, clothing, money, success… and love. not need but close. maybe maybe if i wish hard enough i’ll get what i want… anything and everything.
Everyone wants to feel wanted. Women, Men, Mother, Father, Child, and animals. I also wanted to feel wanted. Wanted by my employer, husband and children.
I’m so wanted…by collection agencies for money I don’t have, by friends of my time already allocated to full time work and a full time job and by my parents to get it together already.
All I’ve ever wanted was air.
he’s wanted by the police. i know this for fact, i was the one that called it in. they are searching for his car now. i was the one that gave them his plate numbers. i don’t regret putting his fate in my hands. at least i don’t think i do?
Wanted all I had, and nothing left to me. I left her sitting by the sea, and nothing could erase the look upon her face, I die inside each time I look again. The stars looked down sympathetically, and wished for her serenity, though cold and analytically, they sigh.
It’s such an weird word, don’t you agree? It’s past tense, it’s an implication and really I hate it so much. It’s hurtful and it’s sad. Wanted. Wanted means they don’t want you now.
Die gesuchte Person versteckt sich in meiner Vergangenheit. Dort ist sie kein Verbrecher, sondern ein Freund. OK und ein kleiner Verbrecher vielleicht, ein Pyromane um genauer zu sein. Der heutige Aufenenthalt ist vermutlich bei Jesus.
It seems as though being wanted is something that every person has a strange obsession with. What’s so great about being wanted? Why can’t we just be happy with what we think of ourselves?
Everyone feels the need to be wanted, appreciated for who they are truly. Who do we mask our real traits in fear of what others may think? In the end its hiding ourselves from who we truly are. And who we truly are is what we truly have.
I come across a lot of people at work who are “wanted.” Some of them are pretty hardcore. Drugs, theft, robbery, assault, the whole bit. But it seems like a lot of people aren’t the sorts that people expect to be going through the criminal justice system. Some are just desperate. Others made a bad decision. Does that make them bad people? Do they deserve to go to jail? I don’t know. It’s not just bad people that go to jail.
Wanted…would be awesome to be some wanted criminal on the run from the world. Would be a criminal for something pretty devastating but sexy so all the ladies would love it. Something like playing a guitar solo off the top of Buckingham palace and then chopping the united kingdom flag down with the guitar and keeping it in my room whilst getting hooked off the top by a passing plane like on the dark knight.
omg i hate that i wants him soo bad i love hime blahhh i hate what i did to him i wanted to be with him but i cant exceot i am……….i am wanted strongly by sooo many people they all look at me its so weird. i guess i kinda like it but i meeean its bad cause it makes me reallly reallly concieted and i don;t like that about myself.