Morganne*

Status: Waiting for everything to be set right. To feel okay again.
Joined: July 15, 2011
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 195221
Location: Kingston, Jamaica
Gender: F

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Hello There! *-*

My name is Morganne Khristina Whittaker, but my friends call me Ablo, MoMo or Morgie. My mum calls me Morganne Kritina, but call me that and you're dead. *watchesyou*
Anyway... I live in the beautiful Island of

JAMAICA

Yeah... It's Awesome.
The world was blessed with my presence on February 11th, 1999 which makes me a whole 14 years.
I have a Gay best friend. BE JELLY... you know you are. :] And he's the most awesome best friend ever. He gave me a green teddybear.

I love music. It is my life! I'm a parawhore and a Directioner. I'm also A killjoy (though they are no more) and forever will love My Chemical Romance. I also Love Panic! at the Disco, Evanescene and Ed Sheeran, plus a whole list of others. I also love writing, poems especially. I hope one day to be a published author or actress. But I also want to be a lawyer. *sigh* Descisions, Descisions.

Well...

BYE! :*

(It's me!)

(My aunt and I giving a toast to my parents at their anniversary)

Tis my cousins, my sister and I (aren't we adorable?)

Morganne*'s Favorite Quotes

all that is

>>GOLD<<
doesn't glitter.

Not all those who wander are
lost.

the old that is strong doesn't wither.

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

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chanelcough
inspirational

I either eat too much or starve myself.
Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights.
Fall in love very hard or hate passionately.
I don't know what grey is.
I never did.

4 1

lauralove
love

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and he was a hurricane.

7 0

Caitlyn*
love

You always complain about the
RED LIGHTS- BUT YOU NEVER CELEBRATE THE GREEN ONES

DO NOT ERASE THE FORMAT CREDIT© format by: br0kenwings

18 0

eryy
inspirational

The marks people leave are too often scars.

8 0

Caitlyn*
love

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.