Nothing I write seems to have any affect on the world around me, but I'm still content with my scrawlings...
Alone. Being surrounded by friends and still feeling abandoned. Having no idea of how to feel accepted by the group. Looking onto society with a feeling of hopelessness that only you see.
How do you measure beauty. Do you glance at something briefly and judge automatically. Do you learn to see the depth and meaning behind the features. Can a word be beautiful.
I've moved websites, and this darling app has become more of a storage unit for my ideas...
Goodbye. Word or phrase, it has been said to often in my life. I have bid farewell to family members, had my last kiss with too many lovers.
You pick me up and spin me around as the rain pours all around us. You are the one who brightens my day..
The guy I had a dream about last night isn't real. I wish he was, but he was not. Yet, as the dream proceeded, the problems in his life unveiled themselves.
There was once a school, a school that replicated our RPGs and mmorpgs. This school was in a magical, mystical land hosted many great heroes and fearsome beasts.
Here are 2 hugs. One is for me and the other for you to share with your friends!.
A person I know, after reading previous 'puss Asked what is the difference between me and seuss. Well Dr.Sues is a he (and a fine one at that) And I am a she with a mum, dad and cat.
If you think real big, about something real small, you might think of a person of 4 inches tall. This person you'll find, may have hair of sky blue. Or purple or green, any colour will do.
I for one am used to rejections. I got rejected annually by a guy I used to like for 3 years before we eventually went out and he dumped me. So yes, I understand rejection.
I sleep, I eat, I am taught useful life skills by my parents and elders. I then own my own family and eat, sleep and sleep some more..
With just two letters swapped round, you can change who has to be giving the apology. That doesn't mean you shouldn't admit when you're wrong..
At 7:00 on the dot the door bell rang.
-yawn-.
Enough Lols, the Internet needs new ways to express your humour.
Annie watched Irene's auburn bob until it was out of sight, then unlocked her own door and kicked off her trainers.
Annie smiled politely at the neighbouring apartment owner as they walked out of their door and spotted her. "Oh Annie.
The black rabbit is a beast like no other. It lures it's victims out into the dark and 'stops their time'.
The soft, worn smooth edges of the chalk feel silky and calming in my fingers as I draw the first line across my chalkboard.
Strangers are either just friends you haven't made yet, or perverts....
Oreos are like life: -twist it: take your life apart and enjoy each part to it's full extent. -lick it: find joy in new experiences and allow yourself to delve deeper into happiness.
Ignore the people you actually like and hang out with the people who you have to change yourself to be friends with..
Sometimes in order to love someone, you have to lose someone else. The only question is who means more to you?.
Harmony numbers are like the amount of people having sex. Two works perfectly well, but people still want three..
I should stop using the word cravings. Strangers thinking I'm pregnant isn't a good thing. Especially if they aren't strangers and know me. Especially if they know my parents too...
Omg guys, look at that girl wearing square glasses. She's so mainstream, I bet they don't even have proper lenses.
More people are following me... Better not get too nervous and start posting mainstream shit that I could get off Facebook.... Keep calm... Keep calm....
OMG GUYS DON'T I LOOK DISGUSTING IN MY PROFILE PIC???. The classic fishing for compliments accompanied with bad grammar..
I gazed at my own hands; compared to his they were positively miniature. He could reach at least and octave plus 4 on the ivory white keys, whilst I pitifully strained my thumb to reach just 9 notes..
I have a YouTube channel by the way (NinjaPirate8D) And twitter (Navi_Nerd) And now I'm a douche for advertising!.
My finger rests lightly on the E string before the whole hand works in sync to play a cascade of notes perfect in pitch and tune. I am a violinist..
"Like can lead to like like, and like like can lead to love" -garfunkel and oates; 'screw you'-.
I have one follower... -hugs the one follower- (that's how friendly I am).
I'm in a new bedroom... It's bigger than the old one... My bed is the wrong way round... The room has a worse view... But most of all, I'm not sharing a wall with you anymore..
Life's like a game of chess. Sooner or later you get taken..
It's called "falling" in love. Of course it's going to hurt..
Sometimes I pretend to be normal. But it feels weird so I go back to being me ^.^.
"The line is a dot to you." -Joseph Triviani-.
A violinist is like the perfect human. They have great posture, highly nimble fingers, strong shoulders, perfect pitch, creativity, appreciation of multiple genres..
White hair is fun. Here are my reasons: It matches whatever colour you're wearing It keeps my head cool in the summer I can dance around like an angel when no-ones around It makes me different.
You can insult my family You can insult me You can insult my intelligence But NEVER insult my baking..
Now that "he" is finally of my life I finally have the opportunity to look around and wonder who exactly I hurt the most, and why I hurt them anyway. Then I think of you.
Sometimes i like to pretend to be a ghost. Because then i know you'll believe in me..
If we imagine the emotions of a raindrop as it falls off it's leaf, we find many similarities to falling in love;. -fear. -adrenalin. -curiosity. -hope. -anticipation.
Pretty faces shouldn't be bitter. It's like dipping a strawberry in gravy. Or a cookie in red wine. So please, don't be bitter..
Y: why have you written this. O: oh god no, don't carry on... L: listen, you know you don't want to do this to yourself O: oh for christs sake, now everyone thinks you're a douche..
-unicorn -flying pigs -everlasting love -fairies -magic -world peace -100% on exams If you believe in all of these things, to me you are perfect already.
And so, as the rain turned obsolete, he held placed his hands on her cheeks and wiped her tears away with his thumbs as she hiccuped loudly.
In all the shitty shojou manga I find my self addicted to; there is always a childhood friend that falls in love with the protagonist.
Was it love. My heart seemed to think so. But then... My head kept on wandering down different meandering paths. Into other arms and other eyes.
The alcohol had opened his eyes but clouded his vision. He saw the world as a strange new reality, like when a new born opens it's eyes for the first time.