Oh my gosh you need to learn to love yourself x
My cousin ( @liberty ) and I are and have been huge fans of Harry Potter™ from a young age, inspired by the Studio Tour of Harry Potter™, we decided to write a story based around one of the books...
This is a depressing one- Bound with chains, With love, with blame, Purple ropes and scarring claims, Darkened skies and cruel nights, Deserting my heart at fearful heights, Liberating myself is...
I think love is when- You would do anything and give everything but expect nothing in return. After a long conversation with my friend 'Joe'..
There are few weeks I don't want to remember at The start of the month of week in December I'm sorry I can't apologise enough, Getting though this shit is really tough...
'A dark fog forms around me, I hate myself, I don't even know why. I just want to close my eyes and say good bye...
I just wanted you to hear me say That that fake smile you wore today, Made me think back to a life; Of tired lies and empty strife.
I have a heart that I set a side, never healing, a boat capsized. Tossed away, left alone, scarred, a heart without a home. All because you couldn't see what you'd really meant to me. It's gone now.
Those we love don't go away. They walk beside us everyday. Unseen unheard but always near, Close to our heart, true and dear..
Roses are red, violets are blue, Sugar is sweet and so are you. But the roses are wilting... And the violets... They're dead. The sugar bowls empty and so is your head..
Second from the right and straight on till morning. Peter Pan is here. Come on michael, John and Wendy. You have nothing to fear. So fly away, fly away. Never lands not far.
This story is made by my lovely cousin Libby. The silver moon shone from the misty night sky. The trees cast long shadows on the grass, they reminded me of spider webs. In the shadows a lady stood.
I'm going places you'll never go, They say it's an art, To dance with the dark, I'm going places you'll never know...m.
I woke up and looked over at the clock, 5:75. No one would be up. I stayed in bed looking up at the nightlight that hung just above me. I reached up and turned it off.
I was sitting on my great grandfathers lap. Doing with him, what he liked to do best; listen to his stories from the war. Not the least bit intrigued I was surprised at the intensity of the tale.
For my best friend I would lie for, take a bullet and straight up die for. For my best friends- Libby, Priya, Caitlin, Kayleigh, Alice, Krista, Lily, Niamh and the boys ;).
Theres a couple of things you should know about me; My parents split when I was just three. My mum remarried when I was four, After all these splits it's weird we weren't poor.
Red Riding Hood I spy, Red Riding Hood I seek, Is she behind the tree, Or in the creek.
I've been obsest with riddles recently so I thought I'd share an old one :) As I was going to st.
"What do we want?. Time Travel. When do we want it?. It's irrelevant!"-Unknown I love this guy :').
If looks could kill... I'd be dead. We'd all be... Laying, on our death beds, Thank god she's not medusa, And thank god someone seduced her.
"If your absent in my struggle don't expect to be present in my success"- Will Smith.
Let's us all take a moment and be thankful that spiders can't fly ;).
It was dark if it weren't for the moon I would have found myself surrounded by the black of the night. My walk was brisk, leaving quite out of breathe at points but I just wanted to get home.
He was unnoticeable at first but he was there. In the middle of the street. He stayed there for about a minute. He didn't move at all. Even with the hail and the taxis.