you only die once
I'm a composition of shattered dreams and broken bottles,. swaying in the wind,. lipstick smears on gaunt cheeks,. a memory of misery wrapped in short skirts and high shoes,.
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I'm a composition of shattered dreams and broken bottles,. swaying in the wind,. lipstick smears on gaunt cheeks,. a memory of misery wrapped in short skirts and high shoes,.
I believe.
If you can't help yourself, than how do you expect anyone else to help to help you?.
So, it's almost 2013, and hasn't been a year to remember. What the diamond jubilee, and all the events going on with the Olympics and Paralympics.
"I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out, And I breathe in. If I could walk on water, I would tell you what's next, Make you believe, Make you forget.".
"Perfect girls aren't real.Real girls aren't perfect"-Drake.
Forget what hurt you, but never forget what it taught you..
I want to be able to have a boyfriend who when he sees me wit his friends he says to them "that's her.".
no feeling in the world is better than when he loves you back.. just for being you...
what goes around comes back around..
The best pace is a suicide pace, and today is a good day to die. ~Steve Prefontaine ( one of my favorite people in the world:) ).
They're worth it if they make you happy:).
The moment you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long....
When people make me trust them but end up making me look like the fool..
"I know you don't want to hear, 'Oh, it gets better,' but it truly does.".
Skinny= Anorexic Thick= Obese Virgin= Too good Non Virgin= Slut Friendly= Fake Quiet= Rude Society is never pleased.
You can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one..
People laugh at me when I tell them my dreams but I know that one day that dream is going to come true and I will prove all those people wrong..
Live your life and love the people in it,.
I always trick myself into believing that I'm happy. And once I do that, I turn to be sad, because I always expect more from others, which I shouldn't, because it makes me feel lonely..
As I sit here, thinking About not thinking About you, I try Thinking about Someone else. Slowly it's helping, And slowly it's making me happy.
I say words that people may not always know what they means but as long as it makes since to me then everything is alright..
"Quietest people have the loudest minds.".
Everyone tells you that you deserve better.. Then no one is willing to give it to you..