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Journal Keeper, Dreamer, Music Lover, Friend <3
My name is Ryana. I'm fourteen years old and am in the 8th Grade. I love reading and listening to music. My friends and family mean the world to me. I love my best friends to the moon and back, and would do anything for them! :) Follow me and I will follow back!
About me: My mom is an alcohalic, I do suffer from depression and bipolar disorder, but I try to stay happy and upbeat. Christ is my savior, my one and only. The Hunger Games are pretty much the best thing ever!!! My best friend, Olivia, is the beeest!!! :D The Smashing Pumpkins, The Beatles, The Wallflowers, and many more, are my favorite bands!! My all time favorite song is a tie between All About your heart by Mindy Gledhill, and Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars!! :DDD And I love all my Witty girls (and guys!!! like, shaa! ;D )
Follow for a follow!!!
<3
Journal Keeper, Dreamer, Music Lover, Friend <3
My name is Ryana. I'm fourteen years old and am in the 8th Grade. I love reading and listening to music. My friends and family mean the world to me. I love my best friends to the moon and back, and would do anything for them! :) Follow me and I will follow back!
About me: My mom is an alcohalic, I do suffer from depression and bipolar disorder, but I try to stay happy and upbeat. Christ is my savior, my one and only. The Hunger Games are pretty much the best thing ever!!! My best friend, Olivia, is the beeest!!! :D The Smashing Pumpkins, The Beatles, The Wallflowers, and many more, are my favorite bands!! My all time favorite song is a tie between All About your heart by Mindy Gledhill, and Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars!! :DDD And I love all my Witty girls (and guys!!! like, shaa! ;D )
Follow for a follow!!!
<3
March 23rd
The Hunger Games movie <3
Quotes by Ryanasauras_Rawr
I'm sorry if you guys don't like my quotes. But I'm just being honest. (:
If there's much more One
Direction quotes,
Steve will have to rename Witty to One Direction Profiles.
Seriously, we get it. You love One Direction.
Last summer I read The Hunger Games. Now everyone is reading it at school, and they're all going, "I read The Hunger Games first." "No I did!" And I'm just sitting here like, "B*tch, please!"
The Music video for Safe & Sound
comes out tomorrow. . .My inner fandom will be released tomorrow.
. . Really, I just. . . I can't comprehend
this.....
Also, follow me on
Tumblr at dontgiveupdontletgo.tumblr.com
:)
*My dad making something with carrots
when he runs out of carrots*
"I'm out of carrots! I got jipped! Jipped I tell you!!!!!!!"
No joke, this literally just hapened.
••○
○••
I'm a
murderer,
I died when I was 14,
If you don't repost this,
I'm gonna kill you at 3 a.m
You have 10 minutes.
Chapter
Three
I rose in the morning
and looked at my
alarm clock. It was
6:43 on Friday, but we
had a four day weekend.
I had a pretty good
idea what I was going
to do this weekend.
I brushed out my
hair, got dressed, and
brushed my teeth. Then
I grabbed my wallet,
keys, and wrote a note
that said:
Hi Mom! I'm driving down to visit some friends back home. Call me when you wake up!
Love, Alysaa. :)
I stuck it on the counter and walked out the door.
* * *
I was feeling a little hungry, so I pulled into a diner. There was a few old people sitting, drinking coffee, and a waitress came up to me and asked what she can get me.
I got scrambled eggs and orange juice.
I paid the waitress and walked out the door.
As I stepped out the door, a gust of wind hit me, and I buttoned up my jacket. As I was concentrating on my jacket buttons, I tipped and fell down on the cold pavement.
"Ow" I mumbled.
"Oh, hun, are you okay?" the waitress said from behind me.
"Yeah, thanks. I'm just clumzy."
* * *
After a few hours of driving, I pulled into my old driveway. The lights were still off. I walked up the path and got the key out from under the mat. As I walked in, I took in the famillar smell of hickery and the wood stove my dad uses for heat. I walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot, like I used to do every morning. I was always a early riser, dad usually woke late in the afternoon on days he didn't work. I looked at the clock on the oven. 1:23. That's about right.
I stood there for a minture or two, just taking it all in. I was happy here. This was were I truly belonged.
I walked into the living room, dad left the TV on, I shut it off, and crept around to the sitting room. This room was all windows, with a bookshelf, two chairs, and a grand piano. I sat down and played my and my dad's favorite song to play, I Giorni.
Then I felt rough, worn hands on my shoulders. Dad sat next to me and played with me. My dad's hands have worn and bruised after years of hard labor, but he can play piano like a dream. After we finished, no words were spoken. We just hugged. Minutes passed when Dad said,
"Alyssa, what are you doing here?"
"I missed you, Dad. I want to move back. I miss it here so much."
"Honey-"
"I made your coffee, like I used to every morning! Dad, please. . ."
"Alyssa, you know the deal your mother and I made, she misses you, and you need to see the world, outside this little town."
I didn't respond to this, I just stared at the piano keys.
"What did you do to your chin, sweetie?" Dad asked, as he examined my scrape.
"I tripped and fell earlier, Dad. It's nothing."
"Hmm, okay. Well, let me put something on it. Come on."
We walked upstairs ad Dad put some medicine on it.
Hi Mom! I'm driving down to visit some friends back home. Call me when you wake up!
Love, Alysaa. :)
I stuck it on the counter and walked out the door.
* * *
I was feeling a little hungry, so I pulled into a diner. There was a few old people sitting, drinking coffee, and a waitress came up to me and asked what she can get me.
I got scrambled eggs and orange juice.
I paid the waitress and walked out the door.
As I stepped out the door, a gust of wind hit me, and I buttoned up my jacket. As I was concentrating on my jacket buttons, I tipped and fell down on the cold pavement.
"Ow" I mumbled.
"Oh, hun, are you okay?" the waitress said from behind me.
"Yeah, thanks. I'm just clumzy."
* * *
After a few hours of driving, I pulled into my old driveway. The lights were still off. I walked up the path and got the key out from under the mat. As I walked in, I took in the famillar smell of hickery and the wood stove my dad uses for heat. I walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot, like I used to do every morning. I was always a early riser, dad usually woke late in the afternoon on days he didn't work. I looked at the clock on the oven. 1:23. That's about right.
I stood there for a minture or two, just taking it all in. I was happy here. This was were I truly belonged.
I walked into the living room, dad left the TV on, I shut it off, and crept around to the sitting room. This room was all windows, with a bookshelf, two chairs, and a grand piano. I sat down and played my and my dad's favorite song to play, I Giorni.
Then I felt rough, worn hands on my shoulders. Dad sat next to me and played with me. My dad's hands have worn and bruised after years of hard labor, but he can play piano like a dream. After we finished, no words were spoken. We just hugged. Minutes passed when Dad said,
"Alyssa, what are you doing here?"
"I missed you, Dad. I want to move back. I miss it here so much."
"Honey-"
"I made your coffee, like I used to every morning! Dad, please. . ."
"Alyssa, you know the deal your mother and I made, she misses you, and you need to see the world, outside this little town."
I didn't respond to this, I just stared at the piano keys.
"What did you do to your chin, sweetie?" Dad asked, as he examined my scrape.
"I tripped and fell earlier, Dad. It's nothing."
"Hmm, okay. Well, let me put something on it. Come on."
We walked upstairs ad Dad put some medicine on it.
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I do not mean to offend anyone, if I have, please tell me in the comments!!!!
not my format..!
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