Howdy folks! I know I've been gone for a while, but i'm semi-backk(:
I'll start making quotes again(hopefully) and maybe even talking?
I guess we'll just have to try out this new shindig and find out(;
h i i ' m m e a g a n
I hatched on September the first in the splendid year of 1996. I'm an odd onee, but I'm sure you figured that out all by yourself. I can be happy and hyper, or quiet and depressed, depending on the people I'm withh. I'm a Grammar Nazi. Be afraid. I'm pretty random. I live for music. I would die without it. I wanna travel when I'm old enough. I wanna make a difference, and help people. I dream of Africa. A little hut on the safari with adopted babies and the guy of my dreams. I've done a lotta stupid shit in my life, and I don't regret any of it. I wear way too many bracelets, but that's the way I like it. I do my best to be an original person, and I hate when people try to copy me. My one piece of advice? Don't judge a life you've never lived. I love my friends, because they're the ones who keep me insane. Well, add a pinch of sugar, a whole lotta spice and sarcasm, and you've got the cookie that I like to call me.
I've decided to try the Ten-Day Challenge!
Calm down, i know you're all overly excited.
Day One: 10 things I want to say to 10 people.
Day Two: 9 Things about my self.
Day Three: 8 ways to win my heart.
Day Four: 7 things that cross my mind a lot.
Day Five: 6 things I wish I've never done.
Day Six: 5 people who mean a lot to me(in no special order).
Day Seven: 4 turn offs.
Day Eight: 3 turn on's.
Day Nine: 2 smilers that describes my life right now.
Day Ten: 1 confession
&maybe, for once, she’s gona let it all go. Maybe, she’s gonna
b r e a k - x x x - d o w n .
Maybe, she’s gonna let everyone see through the walls she put up. Maybe she’s gonna let them all see why she has those scars, and why she wears so many bracelets. Maybe, she’s gonna show them all the pain she goes through every day. But maybe, she’ll manage
t o
s t a y s t r o n g f o
r
one more day…
Girls
are taught a lot of stuff growing up.
If a guy punches you he
likes you, never try to
trim your own bangs, and
someday you will meet
a wonderful guy and get
your very own happy ending.
Every movie we see,
every story we're told implores us
to wait for it, the
third act twist, the unexpected declaration
of love, the exception
to the rule. But sometimes we're so
focused on finding our
happy ending; we don't learn how to
read the signs. How to
tell the ones who want us from the
ones who don't; the
ones who will stay and the ones who
will leave. And maybe a
happy ending doesn't include love,
maybe the happy ending
is just moving on. Or maybe the
happy ending is knowing
after all the unreturned phone calls
and broken-hearts,
through the blunders and misread signals,
through all the pain and
embarrassment,
you never gave up hope
<3