Granted, but he shows more interest in that hot but really evil girl whom you hate.
I wish my bedroom rug was a magic carpet.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted, but the only items you're allowed to spend it on are toilet paper and cough medicine.
I wish that the ending of "Mockingjay" wasn't so depressing.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
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
I wish to make it to the finals in the theatre competition I will be participating in this Saturday (yikes!).
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted. You run onto the stage in the middle of the finals, but you aren't supposed to be part of them, and you are thrown out of the theater/auditorium.
Oooh... I don't want that wish to be corrupted... I wish people wouldn't wish things that shouldn't be wished, like wishing for Mockingjay to be less depressing(It's not supposed to not be depressing. If it wasn't supposed to be depressing, then she wouldn't have had so many people die, in which case there wouldn't have been any real plot, and she probably wouldn't have written it.)
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell
Granted, but now people only wish for things that SHOULD be wished, and so no one is operating under their own free will.
I wish my internet was faster! XP
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan