I'm 16 and i love drawing, climbing and guitar (:
The path to success is never straigh, so don't be affraid it you end up in a simular situation, at least the second time you have a better idea of how to tackle it!.
Lying, wating for night to fall, so that once again I can dream some more. Not knowing what the night will hold, lying back waiting for a dream to unfold..
FIND THE LIGHT!.
Eat to live, don't live to eat..
Exercise imagination..
Sing every day..
Do one thing at a time..
Observe, listen and learn..
Others first self last..
Give more, take less..
Weapons are enemies, even to there owners..
Survival of all or none.
One raindrop raises the see..
Sorry for the lack of posting but I've finished my exams now so I'm gonna get back on track.
Doing the right thing. Suggested by: @TheStory (Hope this is what you meant) Sometimes its hard to do the right thing, it could be having to tell on your friend.
Never lie. Liars always get found out and its never pretty!.
A life with ups and downs can still be wonderful, in fact those ups and downs can make it wonderful..
Saying goodbye. So some people are getting to a point where they're moving into the unknown. If its going from high school to college or college to university or just being let lose in the world.
Helloww, So i've came up with the basic plot for my next story. To give you a hint its about a single mum dealing with some 'difficulties'.
Make-up. I really don't get why some girls insist on caking there face in make-up. Especially for every day use. All it does is ruin skin and earn them the title of cheese puff.
Siblings. Suggested by: @TheStory Siblings can either annoy the hell out of you or be like a best friend.
Revision. Suggested by: @morganhuw I have one rule when it comes to revision. Just do it.
I know I said the first one would be about revision but recent events have gave me some inspiration. Friends.
Hey, so i'v decided to go ahead with the mini rant/advice series. I'm gonna call it "who cares. I care!" unless I think of a better name. So far the only suggested topic has been revision.
Hellor, so I was thinking today (I know never a good idea) and I thought, because I wont be able to start writing another story for awhile because of revision and exams that I would start a mini...
I really can't stand attention seekers or fake people. Especially When they complain about the attention they get and act like there god for it.
The pen is stronger than any sharpened sword. - Alex Day.
Imagination is more important than knowledge..
You need to have a positive mind to have a positive life..
Sometime you have to say bye to the people that you love, no matter how much it hurts; it's for the best..
Don't try to change who you are, even all the flaws make you, you. And you are perfect!.
Tears fall in lonely drops, One by one, following the first. Blood flows from scarlet scars, A rich red of betrayal. No one understands the pain, No one ever will..
Sometimes its the little things that mean the most..
Good friends are hard to come by but impossible to lose..
Chapter Twenty (The final chapter!) I wiped my eyes and looked up only to see streams of tears running down Scotts cheeks and dropping of his chin. He was shaking. I'd never seen him like this.
Theres a difference between a change of mind and a change of heart. You can change your own mind but the heart decides for its self..
Sometimes good things fall apart for better things to fall together!.
Just finished my first day of payed work. I've reached a mile stone in my life and it feels awesome. (:.
If you're not facing fear every day your getting weaker not stronger..
Sometimes that best thing to do is to take a leap of faith and trust in yourself!.
In an ideal world no one would talk before 10am. They would just hug because waking up is really hard. Zooey Deschanel.
Chapter Nineteen. Inside was two crisp cream envelopes covering the rest of the content.
Don't be afraid to show off your true colours..
Remember, if you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, insecurities, gossip or ignorance things could always be worse. You could be them..
You can't move on to the next chapter of your life until you stop rereading the last one.
I may have not gone where I wanted to go, but I have ended up where I needed to be..
>>sorry its took so long<< Chapter Eighteen. Shock. What was happening. Confusion. Why was grandma here. Pain. Why did my head hurt so much.
Just because you can't see the scars, doesn't mean there not there. Sometimes the worst of scars are mental or emotional, not always physical..
Studies show 1/10 people self-harm but thats only the people that come forwards for help, so its estimated that actually 2/10 people self harm. Its also estimates that around 75% are teenage girls.
We all try to find the meaning of life, but no one can understand it until they have lived life. Its like trying to understand algebra without first reading the text book and having a go.
Hey, so for you who have been reading the riddle of riddles, firstly I hope you like it so far, secondly I'm really sorry i've not wrote any for a while, i've been busy with school stuff but...
The weak can never forgive, forgiveness is an attribute of the strong. Mahatma Gandhi..
True friends are like a bra; supportive and close to the heart.
Never play with the feelings of others because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose that person for a lifetime. Shakespeare.
Chapter Seventeen. >> Scott << Oh poo. What the hell was I supposed to do now. Call for help. No phone. "Fu**.
The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people. But because of the silence of good people. Napoleon ..
Chapter Sixteen. It was so cosy. I didn't understand how but there was no dust, not a speck it looked like it had been cleaned just moments ago.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. George Eliot.
Chapter Fifteen. We battled our way down the passage way, I felt filthy. Cobwebs entangled in my hair like bad extensions. Dust and dirt caking my body in an unhealthy manner.
Chapter Fourteen. "What the... " Scotts voice trailed off in astonishment. The whole book shelf moved aside, letting off a blast of cool stale air. Behind looked like a spiders heaven. Untouched.
Chapter Thirteen After what seemed like years of waiting, the foot steps began to move again, heading towards the fireplace. The taking a a turn towards the book case on the opposite wall.
Chapter Twelve. Scott took the first brave step into the lounge, we followed our tracks from before. He stopped in the same place, we both glanced over at the rocking chair.
Don't let your flaws hold you back from what you really want to do in life..
Chapter Eleven. After we had both calmed down from our mad panic we sat down in the kitchen and plunged into deep thought. What do we do now. Break out. Ruin the house.
Chapter Ten. Was it. Wasn't it. It looked like her. The short curly brown-grey hair. The oversized glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her locket neckless, that no one knew what was inside.
Live how you want, don't let anyone hold you back. After all, it is your life..
Chapter Nine. "Lets follow them!" "No Scott, thats like being in a horror film and going to find the killer." I looked at the track, one end was at the dining room door, one at the lounge door.
There are two types of people in life: 1) Those who sit around and wait for good to happen. 2) Those who go out and make good happen.
When times get hard, just take a step back remember that you are an individual, you are brilliant and you are amazing and remember that every story has a happy ending..
Chapter Eight. Great, now I'd lost my keys. "Look i cant find them now but I'm sure that they'll turn up along with yours and the torch.
Never give in. No matter how down you feel. Always know that no matter how manny haters you get theres always that one person that thinks your amazing.
Chapter Seven. We restarted in the kitchen. On one hand it was the easiest room due to the fact that 70% was bad food that needed binning.
Chapter six. Once we had finished Grandmas room I went to the kitchen to get a drink and collect my self again.
Don't take anything for granted because it's not always going to be there. One day it's going to move on. Make the most out of what you have, when you have it. Don't waste precious time!.
Chapter five. Both of us soldiered on and tried to lift each others spirits, we played some of our favourite childhood tracks on the gramophone.
We live in fear of being stereotyped, Or given the "wrong" stereotype, like slag or emo or chav or anything else. But its not about what they call you, its all about what you answer to....
Chapter four. "Where are we supposed to start?" I looked around at the amount of stuff that had to be sorted through and felt a sinking feeling.
Hi people so iv wrote three chapters of a story now and i was just wondering your opinions: do you like it. Hate it. How come. Any ways you think it needs changing.
Chapter 3 So there it was, i was stood in the hallway to my Grandmas. I looked around: nothing was different but everything had changed.
Chapter Two I remembered where the light switch was and found it imediatly but it did no good.
Hope you like it.. Chapter one. I hadn't been here for years. All the memories rushing back at once.
We spend a vast majority of our lives worrying what the next day is going to bring and thinking about whats gone wrong in the past.
Don't wait for things to magically happen if you want change you need to put in the effort and make it happen..
You've got to battle through the rain clouds to see the rainbow. Brendon Urie..