DancingNinja
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I'D RATHER LIVE A LIFE OF 'OH WELLS' THAN A LIFE OF 'WHAT IFS'
Joined: September 25, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 221254
Joined: September 25, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 221254
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Whaz goin onnn??!?
My name is Avy and I'm 14
I'm a full out complete WeIrDo! ;)
I have a "small" obsession with music and have over 17 hundred songs from every decade since the 1930's. I even have some Beethoven and Bach. Weird I know but what ever.
I'm Me and Me is Proud.
My name is Avy and I'm 14
I'm a full out complete WeIrDo! ;)
I have a "small" obsession with music and have over 17 hundred songs from every decade since the 1930's. I even have some Beethoven and Bach. Weird I know but what ever.
I'm Me and Me is Proud.
Personality wise... well it matters who you are.
Close friends like Sarah (Cupcakequeen or Slipper012) or Connor (2Guys1Account) im a complete whack job, i don't care what anyone thinks and hate it just motivates!
Reg. friends im not as crazy but my perosnality still shines ;)
Strangers, im really polite to and I might do a crazy thing once in a while but im usually calm.
Close friends like Sarah (Cupcakequeen or Slipper012) or Connor (2Guys1Account) im a complete whack job, i don't care what anyone thinks and hate it just motivates!
Reg. friends im not as crazy but my perosnality still shines ;)
Strangers, im really polite to and I might do a crazy thing once in a while but im usually calm.
Quotes by DancingNinja
I'd
rather live a life of
'Oh Wells'
Than a life of
Than a life of
'What
Ifs'
Should I write a story? Please read this really quick
short story and comment if its good, great, bad or terrible! Also,
if i should write a story! Thanks! It'll mean a
lot!
I walk down the dirt road, kicking a loose rock. I keep tripping from the bumps, made by the four wheelers, in the frozen ground. I kick the rock in to the grass and is now forever gone. I pick my head up and keep walking down the road. I watch the sun slowly vanish behind the tall pine trees. I can hear the birds chirping their last melody before they venture off to their homes and sleep. I look to my right and see a lonely Robin pecking at the ground. I stop and watch her. She finally gives up and goes to a different location. I wrap his sweater around me tighter. I flip on his hood and outline the Fox symbol with my freezing finger. I press on down the cold road, my skinny jeans stuck to my legs. I go around a bend under the mystical pine trees. The trees are so thick when I look up and I can just see a sliver of the moon. I finally see the tracks of the one four wheeler that lost control. A tear escapes and its warmth feels good down my cold cheek. I find the 4 trees that are now chopped up or broken from the impact. I find a lonely log facing the scene. I sit on it waiting for him to come out of the trees and scream, "Boo! I got you!" and hear his beautiful laugh. But he never comes and never will.
See, this is where he was killed. He wasn’t my boyfriend or just even a friend. Not my cousin, uncle or father. He was my brother. His name was Sam. Sam was only 17 and had a big heart. He wanted to become a doctor and got a scholarship to go to Harvard. But 2 weeks ago he and his friends were celebrating. Sam got drunk and got in to a crash. The doctor said if his friends weren’t drunk and brought him in earlier he could have lived. He might have actually lived.
I look on the cold ground where my tears were landing. When I slowly looked up I saw something shimmer from the moonlight. I stood up and walked over to it. I picked it up with my trembling fingers. It was his pocket watch. I bought it for him on his 12th birthday. He told me he didn’t want a watch cause he wouldn’t be able to use it as a doctor. He was allowed to use a pocket watch. So, I bought him the best one I could afford using all of my savings. I flipped over the watch and read the etching. DR. Sammy Bammy, Happy 12th Birthday! I love you Big Brother! Love Kylie. 3/16/2007. I dropped to my knees. I break out crying harder than ever. The watch slipped through my fingers making a clink when it hit the ground. After, a couple minutes I feel a hand on my back and a familiar, reassuring voice. I turn to my left and immediately stopped crying. I see Sam sitting next to me with his unforgettable smile. I try to not move or blink so Sam doesn't leave. But finally I have to wipe my tears out of my eyes. When I open them again he’s gone. But the watch isn’t on the ground. I look frantically for it and find it in my pocket. But on the front there’s a new etching. Don’t worry my Kylie Bylie, I will always be there for you. When ever and where ever you need me. I love you! Love, Sam. 5/12/2012
I walk down the dirt road, kicking a loose rock. I keep tripping from the bumps, made by the four wheelers, in the frozen ground. I kick the rock in to the grass and is now forever gone. I pick my head up and keep walking down the road. I watch the sun slowly vanish behind the tall pine trees. I can hear the birds chirping their last melody before they venture off to their homes and sleep. I look to my right and see a lonely Robin pecking at the ground. I stop and watch her. She finally gives up and goes to a different location. I wrap his sweater around me tighter. I flip on his hood and outline the Fox symbol with my freezing finger. I press on down the cold road, my skinny jeans stuck to my legs. I go around a bend under the mystical pine trees. The trees are so thick when I look up and I can just see a sliver of the moon. I finally see the tracks of the one four wheeler that lost control. A tear escapes and its warmth feels good down my cold cheek. I find the 4 trees that are now chopped up or broken from the impact. I find a lonely log facing the scene. I sit on it waiting for him to come out of the trees and scream, "Boo! I got you!" and hear his beautiful laugh. But he never comes and never will.
See, this is where he was killed. He wasn’t my boyfriend or just even a friend. Not my cousin, uncle or father. He was my brother. His name was Sam. Sam was only 17 and had a big heart. He wanted to become a doctor and got a scholarship to go to Harvard. But 2 weeks ago he and his friends were celebrating. Sam got drunk and got in to a crash. The doctor said if his friends weren’t drunk and brought him in earlier he could have lived. He might have actually lived.
I look on the cold ground where my tears were landing. When I slowly looked up I saw something shimmer from the moonlight. I stood up and walked over to it. I picked it up with my trembling fingers. It was his pocket watch. I bought it for him on his 12th birthday. He told me he didn’t want a watch cause he wouldn’t be able to use it as a doctor. He was allowed to use a pocket watch. So, I bought him the best one I could afford using all of my savings. I flipped over the watch and read the etching. DR. Sammy Bammy, Happy 12th Birthday! I love you Big Brother! Love Kylie. 3/16/2007. I dropped to my knees. I break out crying harder than ever. The watch slipped through my fingers making a clink when it hit the ground. After, a couple minutes I feel a hand on my back and a familiar, reassuring voice. I turn to my left and immediately stopped crying. I see Sam sitting next to me with his unforgettable smile. I try to not move or blink so Sam doesn't leave. But finally I have to wipe my tears out of my eyes. When I open them again he’s gone. But the watch isn’t on the ground. I look frantically for it and find it in my pocket. But on the front there’s a new etching. Don’t worry my Kylie Bylie, I will always be there for you. When ever and where ever you need me. I love you! Love, Sam. 5/12/2012
Best 4th
Of
July Pick up
line EVER!
On a scale to 1 to America, how free are you tonight? ;)
July Pick up
line EVER!
On a scale to 1 to America, how free are you tonight? ;)
I
el-oh-vee-ee
you
Deep Blue Need You Eyes
sometimes i like to think someone
will like me for who i am...
But thats just in my head cause no one likes me for me.
But thats just in my head cause no one likes me for me.
That awkward moment where your BEST FRIEND makes a story about you and you dont heven know about it til you check her witty page for the first time in 3 months.
Without you I'm no
one...
and no one
is perfect
No Hate Witty Day
July 1st:
Spread love,
Remove hate.
Stop posting hate comment/quotes for this one day.
& Instead. Post LOVE!
Comment on a random page w/ a nice comment.
Post a quote to make someones day.
The point?
Remove all hate off witty
FOR JUST ONE DAY.
FAVE/REPOST this quote to get other people's
attention.
Comment with any other ideas for this day.
LETS DO THIS!
Shout out to Bluebear77 for suggesting this idea.
WITTY IS GOING BACK TO THE NO HATE PLACE IT USED TO
BE.
Stranger: Do you ever know when
to shut up?
Me: Yes, but I don't know how to stop standing up for what i believe in.
Me: Yes, but I don't know how to stop standing up for what i believe in.