*sammi*

Status: Has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living my life
Joined: December 24, 2013
Last Seen: 3 years
Birthday: December 6
user id: 376679
Location: London
Gender: F











 

Welcome
Name:  SAM | age : 15 | country: ENGLAND |

status: Has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living my life |


About me:

Hi :) I’m Sam.

I’m a 16-year-old girl who could probably read before she could walk.

Here is some arbitrary and completely useless information about me:

I get emotionally attached to random inanimate objects, like coffee mugs.

I love gutsy funny people like Tom Lehrer, George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Eddie Izzard, and Lenny

Bruce.

I suffer from Katsaridaphobia, which is just a fancy way of saying that I have a complete

meltdown whenever a cockroach is near.

What’s that you’re saying? “They’re harmless”? Pfft. That’s what they WANT you to

think.

I’m a lifelong bibliophile, cinephile, and shameless geek.

I don’t believe in censorship.

Space exploration has been a great passion of mine ever since I was little. Looking beyond the

confines of our tiny planet to understand distant planets, stars, galaxies, and the universe as a

whole is so vastly complex and breathtakingly beautiful. I honestly wouldn’t mind becoming an

astronaut—mainstream, I know.

I am completely and utterly fanatic over K-pop. More spastically a boy band that goes by the

name of EXO. I have a weird fetish over Korea

n guys okay?.....

I’m currently studying for a Bachelors in Creative Writing, even though my true dream is to

be obscenely rich and famous.

I think I’m getting there.

Don’t take me too seriously.

I don’t.




Friends

YOU

My love

 WU YIFAN

Bye xox

 


































 







check out my blog sometime :)

http://impolse.wordpress.com/ .

 










 

 

 

Quotes by *sammi*

 


 I   WANT    TO   BE   WITH   Y O U ,
IT    IS    A S    SIMPLE   ,
AND  AS   COMPLICATED   AS   THAT.



 





"You are an aplogy


I WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT."






And God said,

"Love your enemy,"
E,


 AND I OBEYED HIM AND LOVED MYSELF.



when van gogh was out
 painting in a field some
kids shot him by mistake
while they were playing
with their dad’s shotgun
but he told everyone he
shot himself so they wouldn’t
get in trouble and then
he DIED and for a long time
everyone thought it was
suicide but it wasn’t a
suicide he was just
trying to help the kids
that’s the saddest thing
in the world im gonna throw up




You have   one month   to  finish the book of 2014.

Make the last chapter

A PERFECT ONE.




 




I'm the only person

online on witty

right now? really?


 

 

i. i write about a girl with electric skin and how i’m never sure if her touch will kill me or bring me back to life, i write about the smell of her hair and the way her cheek dimples when she smiles and it feels right, it feels easy as breathing, but my sister says show me something you wrote and suddenly it’s like i’m a criminal on the witness stand and i’m wishing now that i’d burned every page.

ii. when i say i want to be a writer my dad laughs and tells me fiction is just lies in pretty wrapping, and i should be upset but all i can feel is relief, like this is one more way for me to hide, like i’ll be okay if i only ever have to speak about love in metaphors and if someone asks i can say oh, it’s just fiction, i can turn it into a joke, i can use it as a shield.

iii. my cousins will bring their boyfriends to christmas, they’ll bring bottles of wine that i’ll reach for like weapons while too-curious aunts ask for the third/fourth/fifth time if i have a boyfriend, and each time i say no, not a boyfriend i know they’re thinking of my cousin who had boys wrapped around as many fingers by the tenth grade and it will not even occur to them that my idea of happiness has nothing to do with a man.

iv. i write about a girl and give her a hundred names, hiding all the evidence that leads back to me, but every word is a fingerprint marked in ink and i’m counting down the days until i’m forced to come clean.
 
" I should hate you.

I should. I should hate you for forgetting my birthday two years in a row.
I should hate you because the way you scream at me when you’re drunk straight up terrifies me.

I should hate you because you call me at 2:30 AM wishing for her, whispering her name over the phone in my ear.
I should hate you because you’re never on time.

I should hate the way you grip my wrist and refuse to let me go when you’re angry and you’ve got too many pills in your system, the way you get the blood pounding in my ears.

I should hate you because you said you hated me at midnight and by 4 AM you were begging for me to give you another chance, to love you again.
I should hate you because you knew I never stopped, you knew I’d come back.

Goddamit, I always come back to you. Even though I don’t want to. I can never just walk away from you, from this, from us. We are a god damn mess, we are a catastrophe, we are a hurricane. I can’t live without you, but I can’t breathe around you, either. I can’t fall in love with anyone else and I can’t be in love with you. This will kill me. This will break my heart.

This will never end. It would be so much easier if I hated you. But I can’t. I can’t; I love you too much.

I love you too much. ”
 

 


"Don’t  do  that . Don’t  skip  stages  in  your  life. You’re  16  kiss  a  few  boys  and  wear  your  heart  on  your  sleeve.  There  will  come  a  time  when  you’re  39  and  stuck  in  a  suit,  wondering  why  the  hell  you  were  so  eager  to  grow  up  in  the  first  place."


- a  note  to  myself