NiallsMofo
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Follow me on
Twitter? I follow
back because can.
@narryloves
ilysm.
Twitter? I follow
back because can.
@narryloves
ilysm.
Hey,
beautiful.
I'm just writing a quick quote to let out my feelings right now. Ignore it if you want to, but some advice would help.
So there's this girl, I don't want to say her real name so let's just call her Boo. I hate Boo. Boo can go die. She's probably the most popular girl in the year and I hang around with her, her twin and my other friends. I love all my other friends; I just hate Boo. Firstly, don't judge me just because I'm a Directioner, I'm a real person and have feelings too. So basically I have loved the boys for about 2 years now and when I first met Boo about, say, 9 months ago, she has started liking them now. Hmm, I wonder why? Because she's copying me and always wants to be better than me. So day in day out she's copying e v e r y t h i n g I do on twitter. She's even trying to get more followers than me. You see, I'm a really lazy and unsociable girl, that's why I go on twitter. But she feels the need to copy me and say she's lazy and unsociable, when she's the most active girl ever and is always out. I mean what the actual hell? She's so pretty and skinny and I feel like a loser when I'm around her. Followers on twitter are the only thing I have. So if she over takes me on this, (which by the way all her followers are basically free follow and saved accounts) my life will be worth nothing. Nothing. I get panic attacks over how pathetic and worthless she makes me feel. I honestly don't understand why she copies me, I've tried telling her but she just makes it into a joke. I mean if you copy my tweet but give me credit I'll be fine, probably even flattered, but she copies my tweets, the way I type, the people I speak to. You guys might not think it's a big deal, but it is to me. I feel inferior. A piece of crxp next to her. I want her to stop, but I know she wont. It hurts, I'm not going to lie. I always feel like I'm worthless. A stain in the way. You guys might not think it's a big deal, but it is to me. You might not understand how crxppy it makes you feel when there's someone always trying to copy you and be that much better than you. It's making me stressed out and unhappy. I hate it. I hate her. But don't worry, I'll not let her get the very best of me.
Well, I'll try not to.
<3.
I'm just writing a quick quote to let out my feelings right now. Ignore it if you want to, but some advice would help.
So there's this girl, I don't want to say her real name so let's just call her Boo. I hate Boo. Boo can go die. She's probably the most popular girl in the year and I hang around with her, her twin and my other friends. I love all my other friends; I just hate Boo. Firstly, don't judge me just because I'm a Directioner, I'm a real person and have feelings too. So basically I have loved the boys for about 2 years now and when I first met Boo about, say, 9 months ago, she has started liking them now. Hmm, I wonder why? Because she's copying me and always wants to be better than me. So day in day out she's copying e v e r y t h i n g I do on twitter. She's even trying to get more followers than me. You see, I'm a really lazy and unsociable girl, that's why I go on twitter. But she feels the need to copy me and say she's lazy and unsociable, when she's the most active girl ever and is always out. I mean what the actual hell? She's so pretty and skinny and I feel like a loser when I'm around her. Followers on twitter are the only thing I have. So if she over takes me on this, (which by the way all her followers are basically free follow and saved accounts) my life will be worth nothing. Nothing. I get panic attacks over how pathetic and worthless she makes me feel. I honestly don't understand why she copies me, I've tried telling her but she just makes it into a joke. I mean if you copy my tweet but give me credit I'll be fine, probably even flattered, but she copies my tweets, the way I type, the people I speak to. You guys might not think it's a big deal, but it is to me. I feel inferior. A piece of crxp next to her. I want her to stop, but I know she wont. It hurts, I'm not going to lie. I always feel like I'm worthless. A stain in the way. You guys might not think it's a big deal, but it is to me. You might not understand how crxppy it makes you feel when there's someone always trying to copy you and be that much better than you. It's making me stressed out and unhappy. I hate it. I hate her. But don't worry, I'll not let her get the very best of me.
Well, I'll try not to.
<3.
me: why am i so fat
me: why haven't i got a thigh gap
me: why don't i have a social life
me:
me:
me: *eats nutella on fried mars bar*
me: *sits down and eats chocolate and pizza*
me: *stays on laptop*
me: *ignores texts*
me:
me:
me:
me: why
me: why haven't i got a thigh gap
me: why don't i have a social life
me:
me:
me: *eats nutella on fried mars bar*
me: *sits down and eats chocolate and pizza*
me: *stays on laptop*
me: *ignores texts*
me:
me:
me:
me: why
WHEN YOU'RE GONE
the pieces of my heart are missing you.
WHEN YOU'RE GONE
the face I came to know is missing too.
The Se cretHideo
ut
of
of
Lockhart Lane
Chapter One
As I woke, warm sun
rays heated my cool face and dust hung meaninglessly in the clear
air. Groggily, I sat up from my comfterable dark blue bedding,
stretching all limbs. My room was an absoloute tip - spilt
glasses on my oak dresser, clothes laying messily on my light
blue carpet, art frames tilted on my indigo wall. As I rubbed my
sleep-filled green eyes, I sighed at the state of my room. I had
to clean it. No way were my friends coming round tomorrow with my
room looking like this. I decided I would relax first and clean
up later, my body was too tired at the moment.
Whilst I brushed off some loose thread on my white cow-printed babygrow pyjamas, I bounced downstairs into the kitchen where my mum, Lys, was wearing peach-pink silk pyjamas and preparing what smelled like a delicious breakfast. "What smells so good?" I asked heavenly, the gorgeous smells making me smile. She turned around, whisking some mixture in a large mixing bowl. "Muffins, pancakes, waffles and fruit!" she chirped, flashing her pearl white teeth, blowing a loose strand of her dark brown shoulder-length hair to the side. I strolled over to the counter and poured myself a fresh glass of tropical juice, then chugged it down. It felt so good to have a smooth liquid trickling down my parched throat. Mum had seemed to finish her masterpiece, so she laid it all out on a clean plate then set it out neatly onto our wooden table. I sat down hungrily and hurtled the food down my mouth like a tornado spinning up a house. "So," mum happily started. "Whats on the agenda for my Raisy-Paisy today?"
"My name is Rai. I hate it when you call me Raisy-Paisy." I nudged her, grinning. "Well, uh, just the usual. But later I have to clean my room." I added while chewing on a scrumcious piece of waffle. Mum sighed, playing with her food drowsily. She looked up at me and raised a perfectly-shaped dark eyebrow. "Look, Rai, I don't want you to keep staying at home all day. Go out, feel the sunshine, get some fresh air! I mean, for pete’s sake Rai you’re 12. Wait - I'll tell you what, go and take Bower for a walk!" she suggested joyfully. I groaned with enthasis but then dropped my fork - my plate completely wiped - and nodded, defeated. As if on cue, Bower the cute pug scampered into the room and jumped up at me. I played with him merrily for a while, then went upstairs to get ready.
Not hurrying in the slighest, I slowly walked up the stairs and into my sky-to-dark blue room. I stripped off my babygrow and opened my oak wardrobe, scanning each rack, each colour, each design. After what seemed like hours, I finally picked out a yellow floral print summer dress and yellow flipflops, complete with a yellow flower headband and yellow bangles. Yellow was the most fashionable colour here in Roseland, because it is always so scorching! Down here in Lockhart Lane, everyone knows everyone and it is such a sweet place - beautiful flowers printed across the land, vibrant green grass, a piercing blue sky, juicy fruit growing in every corner. I swished the clothes to one side and brushed my luscious, long curly blonde hair whilst I rubbed my lightly tanned skin with a high SPF suncream and applied a soft cherry-tasting lipbalm to my full, pink lips. After multitasking I tugged inside the sundress, slipped on the flipflops, adjusted the headband and threw on the shiny bangles. Quickly, I snatched the bad boy spiked leash from inside my bedside table then clambered over some clothes that were thrown on the floor to get back downstairs. When I arrived I shouted to Bower "Walkies! C'mon boy!" almost immediately he appeared at my side, jumping and wiggling his little tail rapidly. Gently, I attatched the leash to his cute yellow collar which wrapped perfectly around his fluffy brown coat. "See-ya mum and dad, back in a few!" I yelled up the stairs. Dad, Oliver, was still sleeping, of course. That man could sleep forever.
Whilst I brushed off some loose thread on my white cow-printed babygrow pyjamas, I bounced downstairs into the kitchen where my mum, Lys, was wearing peach-pink silk pyjamas and preparing what smelled like a delicious breakfast. "What smells so good?" I asked heavenly, the gorgeous smells making me smile. She turned around, whisking some mixture in a large mixing bowl. "Muffins, pancakes, waffles and fruit!" she chirped, flashing her pearl white teeth, blowing a loose strand of her dark brown shoulder-length hair to the side. I strolled over to the counter and poured myself a fresh glass of tropical juice, then chugged it down. It felt so good to have a smooth liquid trickling down my parched throat. Mum had seemed to finish her masterpiece, so she laid it all out on a clean plate then set it out neatly onto our wooden table. I sat down hungrily and hurtled the food down my mouth like a tornado spinning up a house. "So," mum happily started. "Whats on the agenda for my Raisy-Paisy today?"
"My name is Rai. I hate it when you call me Raisy-Paisy." I nudged her, grinning. "Well, uh, just the usual. But later I have to clean my room." I added while chewing on a scrumcious piece of waffle. Mum sighed, playing with her food drowsily. She looked up at me and raised a perfectly-shaped dark eyebrow. "Look, Rai, I don't want you to keep staying at home all day. Go out, feel the sunshine, get some fresh air! I mean, for pete’s sake Rai you’re 12. Wait - I'll tell you what, go and take Bower for a walk!" she suggested joyfully. I groaned with enthasis but then dropped my fork - my plate completely wiped - and nodded, defeated. As if on cue, Bower the cute pug scampered into the room and jumped up at me. I played with him merrily for a while, then went upstairs to get ready.
Not hurrying in the slighest, I slowly walked up the stairs and into my sky-to-dark blue room. I stripped off my babygrow and opened my oak wardrobe, scanning each rack, each colour, each design. After what seemed like hours, I finally picked out a yellow floral print summer dress and yellow flipflops, complete with a yellow flower headband and yellow bangles. Yellow was the most fashionable colour here in Roseland, because it is always so scorching! Down here in Lockhart Lane, everyone knows everyone and it is such a sweet place - beautiful flowers printed across the land, vibrant green grass, a piercing blue sky, juicy fruit growing in every corner. I swished the clothes to one side and brushed my luscious, long curly blonde hair whilst I rubbed my lightly tanned skin with a high SPF suncream and applied a soft cherry-tasting lipbalm to my full, pink lips. After multitasking I tugged inside the sundress, slipped on the flipflops, adjusted the headband and threw on the shiny bangles. Quickly, I snatched the bad boy spiked leash from inside my bedside table then clambered over some clothes that were thrown on the floor to get back downstairs. When I arrived I shouted to Bower "Walkies! C'mon boy!" almost immediately he appeared at my side, jumping and wiggling his little tail rapidly. Gently, I attatched the leash to his cute yellow collar which wrapped perfectly around his fluffy brown coat. "See-ya mum and dad, back in a few!" I yelled up the stairs. Dad, Oliver, was still sleeping, of course. That man could sleep forever.
So that's my first story!
I really enjoyed writing this and I'm happy to share it with you.
PLEASE give me feedback?!
I'll follow you and fave some of your quotes if you give me some feedback<3.
Thanks! xoxo
I really enjoyed writing this and I'm happy to share it with you.
PLEASE give me feedback?!
I'll follow you and fave some of your quotes if you give me some feedback<3.
Thanks! xoxo
blacklace
Keeping my feelings from my crush for 4
years.
Now
he's going to a different school.
But I just can't tell him...
But I just can't tell him...
I've waited 100 years, but I'd wait
A million more
For you♥.
In life there are
no
shortcuts.
If you want
something, you're going to have to go all the way for
it.
♥
❒ Single
❒ Taken
✔ Secretly married to Niall Horan but he
denies it so I don't get death
threats.
When life gives you 100 reasons
to
cry,
cry,
show it that you have 1,00
reasons to
smile.
smile.