WolfLover

Status: im just me. the real me. not a fake.
Joined: March 23, 2015
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 390373
Gender: F

I love to be me and only me.
 

WolfLover's Favorite Quotes

One thing for everyone.
never listen to others on how you look and what they say is wrong with you. there is and never will be somethign wrong with you. just be yourself and let them see the realy you no matter what.
 



 
if heaven's grief brings hell's reign
then i'd trade all my tomorrows
for just one yesterday




 

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Sometimes the person that you'd take the bullet for
                    is behind the trigger

 

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# Im Not Cool, When Ur Old Friends Push U.  U Push Back



Tired Of Beign Bullied
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where the brave dare not go

How You Make Me Feel

Words cannot describe
How you make me feel. 
Something about you cannot be explained
And saying it in words sounds oh, so plain.
Yearning for the feelings
That are churning in me. 
Not quite graceful
But maybe a little peaceful. 
It feels so strange 
To have this change. 
Wonder and awe could be
But that's between you and me.
The rush of fear 
Is never near
'Cause care is always in the air. 
You don't judge
Nor hold a grudge. 
You like me 
Because I'm me,
And it makes me feel free. 

 

 
Rob the jewelry store and
tell 'em 
make me a grill
She said "smile fo me daddy"
What you lookin' at?
"I wanna see your grill"
You wanna see my what?
Ya, ya grill, ya, ya, ya grill
Had a whole top diamonds 
and da bottom rows' gold


 

 



 

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no matter how much happiness would come my way, it would never suffice what you took away from me when you left ...
i still miss you , so much so that whenever i even get a glimpse of the time with you my heart feel like its gonna explode !
I don't pray for God to take my problems away, I pray only for God to give me the strength to go through them.
Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?