Granted, but your skin doesn't sparkle like *cough*Edward Cullen*cough*, so you can't get a date for the rest of your immortal life. Sorry.
I wish my dolls would come to life.
you'll never find another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes ocean lapping voice, smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky and you're all alone again tonight; not again, not again, not again. and don't it feel alright, and don't it feel so nice? lovely.
Granted, but you are met there by Zombie Mussolini, who recruits you to his Singing and Dancing Troupe™ comprised of various forms of undead and other societal rejects. This troupe's choreographer is Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. You are stuck in this troupe for enternity.
I wish I could catch up to the current JulNo amount of words.
Grasped by the throat, grasped by the throat. That's how I feel about love. That it's not worth it.
Granted but then you fail NaNoWriMo from excessive burnout.
I wish it wasn't so hot.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Granted, but in creating an ideal atmospheric temperature, the balance of the atmospheric pressure is disrupted, causing worldwide storms and tsunamis, resulting in the epic early cousin of the 2012 APOCOLYPSE.
I wish I lived within the digital synapses of the internet-brain.
Granted, but one day the super computer displays the blue screen of death and therefore all humans in the world die out due to not remembering how to take decent care of themselves.
I wish the auto-tune craze in music would end.
A man can change his stars. William Thatcher ~ "A Knight's Tale"
Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost ~ Lost! by Coldplay