YouthInRetrospect

Status: Writing to express, not to impress.
Joined: December 27, 2012
Last Seen: 9 years
Birthday: March 16
user id: 343606
Location: In my own little world.
Gender: M




Oh, retrospect;      'tis a curse we can't prevent.                              « «
Image and video hosting by TinyPic I am not an interesting person in any way. I am just a simple yet complicated sixteen-year-old kid, born in New York City and raised in Chicago, trying to find his place in this world. I'm also the soppiest person you'll ever know. Not kidding. If I fall in love with you, you're incredibly unlucky.

m not new to Witty - I was a member in 2009-2010 but I left due to personal issues, and now I'm back on a new account. Fresh start, you know?

Watch me document my wasted youth.


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Reading, the smell of books, rain, music, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, snuggies, cats, tattoos, piercings, Alaska Young, fall and winter,  Harry Potter, guitars, pianos, tea, chocolate, photography, stars, The Big Bang Theory, cities, nature, Friends (yes, the TV show), concerts, Doctor Who, movies, Sherlock, all the little things in life.



Just to clear things up -
I only follow people who's quotes I really like; if you ask me to follow back, I won't 
and no, my profile picture is not me.




 

Quotes by YouthInRetrospect



Oh wow, I am open-minded about religion and question some of the things that different religious leaders preach, which is what religious education classes practically encourage you to do. Yup, clearly that makes me an evil Satanist. That is fine logic right there.








there’s no more wind to be found in the sails
hands full of fallen stars and comet tails
rivers of sand unentwine through my hands
to know what they’ve seen, well, my burdens all pale

I’ll make an hourglass from my fingers
I know I’m only passing through

I don’t want to pretend that I’m stronger for it all
I don’t want to pretend that the sadness is gone
‘cause I want to know that I’m steady on my feet
I don’t want to pretend, so peace will be real to me

there’s no respite to be found in the waves
each rise and retreat will scrub the blood away

I’ll make an hourglass from my fingers
I know I’m only passing through

I don’t want to pretend that I’m stronger for it all
I don’t want to pretend that the sadness is gone ‘cause I want to know that I’m steady on my feet
I don’t want to pretend, so peace will be real to me

I don’t want to pretend that I’m stronger for it all
I don’t want to pretend that the sadness is gone

I don’t want to pretend that I’m stronger for it all
I don’t want to pretend that the sadness is gone

cause I want to know that I’m steady on my feet
I don’t want to pretend, so peace will be real to me



 











 
 




the faceless won't save you,
(( the clouds won't hear your f
.ucking prayers ))







shine bright like a clean nintendog

 




My opinion on this whole 'Rajsonkar' thing:
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I think he's been hacked, or something. If you look at his recent comments, they're all using pretty good English and capitalization, right? He doesn't normally talk like that. I've seen him around Witty a lot and all of his comments were being nice to new people and whatever, but he didn't use much capitalization or correct grammar. Also, this is just a small point but normally he types smiley faces like this :-) but his recent comments have them like this. :)
- He posted a few rude comments. You all should have just reported the comments and handled the situation like the mature teenagers you're supposed to be, but noooo, you just had to go complaining to Steve when he was trying to enjoy his vacation, and you just had to make rude-a
..ss quotes about the dude, ganging up on him and starting petitions to make him leave. That's a way worse form of cyberbullying than what he did (whether he was hacked or not).
- His recent comments are on "Channing_Tatum"'s page and that's what you're all moaning about, but have you noticed that "Channing_Tatum" was being pretty rude back to him instead of deleting the comments and moving on? S/he decided to bring race into it by saying - and I quote directly - "here in America we're not about that inc
..est life, I know you Indians are though."  I've noticed that none of you seem to give a sh..it about how ra.cist Channing_Tatum was being. Which is quite hypocritical of you.


Now, if you're going to try to start a fight with me on this quote, it won't work. I will just delete your comments.
I am in no way saying that what Rajsonkar said was acceptable. I'm just saying that all of you need to be fair and open-minded about this. Just my opinion.


 




I was really disappointed when I turned 16 and my grandmother didn't tell me I was the crown princess of Genovia. And I'm not even a girl.

 







Anything
can sound
poetic
if you press
the enter
button
enough.
For example:
I
am currently
eating
soup.
I am now
a typical
Tumblr
poet.




 












 

 





I've got troubled thoughts
and the self esteem to match,

{   what a catch   }














 

Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase
The last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face
I swear those hands move faster every day
I'm more confused than ever but I don't beg or pray
'cause the sparkling light from the morning sun
is all we should need to feel one

I reach the station with just minutes to spare
I glance at my watch, time's going faster these days I swear
Eyes focus up now to the train time table board
There's only two platforms to be explored
And it's then that I admit it to myself:

That I am lost, so lost
But you're the constellations that guide me


There's a train at 12, destination disaster
It's running on time as time runs faster
On platform two it's destination sustainability
It's delayed though; it was suppose to arrive at 11:50
Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line
But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time
(And I am lost, so lost
But you're the constellations that guide me)


My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence
I'm all choked up now with the threat of distance
As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station,
I don't board it cause I decide that it's the wrong destination
But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen

And I'm lost, so lost
Where are the constellations that guide me?


And then I realize that
We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks,
And we have to squad up and we have to watch each others backs
With forgiveness as our torch and imagination our sword,
We'll untie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the bored
And we'll start a world so equal and free
Every inch of this earth is yours, all the land and all the sea
Imagine no restrictions but the climate and the weather
Then we can explore space together, forever

And I'm lost, so lost, where are the constellations?

And I'm lost, so lost
You are the constellations





 


How to make me fall in love with you
Tell me what song you listen to by yourself at 2am, sitting in your bed, laptop on your lap, the screen dimly lighting up your face.
Let me watch you quietly pace through your kitchen barefoot on a Sunday morning, humming as you make your coffee, carefully turning the pages of yesterday's newspaper or that new book you're reading.
Tell me that one line from a song which makes your stomach drop.
Tell me about that one time when you were six which makes you laugh uncontrollably.
Tell me about that time when you were 10 which always makes you cringe.
Let me watch you in a room with nothing but walls and an acoustic guitar.
Tell me what you see right before you fall asleep.






 
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