Joined: March 10, 2012
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i'm the sort of girl made up of  a million piece jigsaw puzzle. i have plain and downright ugly colors, but that only makes it easier for you to see the rainbow inside.
im not saying im the sort of girl that needs to be put back together as if she's broken, but i am saying im the sort of girl with a few pieces missing that tries to close up the hole because she's afraid the colors will leak out.
im the sort of girl that likes to inhale starfish and coral because that way, when i die someday, my inside will be beautiful.
im not the sort of girl that craves attention, but i am the sort of girl to take away the microphone and turn the lights off so i when i say something i want you all to hear.
im the sort of girl made of music held together by weeds growing in my cracked concrete exterior.
im the sort of girl who can either be your best friend or your worst enemy- provided you choose to push me away.
and we haven't even touched half my pieces yet...

Quotes by SheDreamer

&& Someday,

 I'm going to be
"good enough"
for him...
&& Every time he calls me 

I start to believe him
a little more...
Dear Wittians,

Understand something.
"Boo" is not "beau". 

"Beau" is promounced "bow"- as in bow tie.

"Boo" is pronounced "Boo" as in the girl in Monsters Inc.


Love you all,

(just a vent)
I won't make it through this night.
I won't see you in this life or the next.
Cuz I'm going to Hell.
So... I guess
this is goodbye.
&& Today, he came up behind me,
squeezed my arms, and said
"I have a present for you."

And he pulled out a gold necklace.

yes, it acutally happened. no joke. (^_^)

"Please get rid of him for me," she said,
sliding the knife into his warm palm.
"I never want to see him again."

"But you'll miss me," hissed the silver monster.
"Go away," she sniffled.
"You'll never be rid of me," snarled the silver monster.

"Yes, I will!"
And she pulled back her fist and punched the silver monster.
&& Last night,
he told me he loved me.
And he really meant it...
I was in the car with my bf. We'll call him James. James and I were in the car together, holding eachother and talking. He knows I cut, I even showed him the scars on my arms and ummm everywhere else (don't worry though, it was completely kosher). That was like, 6 weeks ago.

Tonight he kissed my hand, beginning with the back of my hand and each individual finger. Then he pushed my sleeves up and went to kiss my wrist, where the scars were. I pulled my hand back a bit and said, "You don't want to touch that. It's not good enough for you--it'll make you ugly too."

We talked for awhile after that, and he once again kissed the back of my hand, each individual finger, and then he said "I love every part of you, even the ones you are ashamed of, even your scars. I love you. 

And with that, he bent down and kissed my scars. not just brush-and-go, but 4 long kisses on my scars.
Then he said, "May your scars fade and never hurt you again..."

I Love James! (^_^)
So today in religion, my teacher threw up her hands and said, "Life doesn't revolve around your phone and you crush and your problems and your boyfriend and One Direction music. It just doesn't."

I <3 my school. (^_^)
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