ocean pixie*

Status: loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself
Joined: June 23, 2013
Last Seen: 4 years
Birthday: August 14
user id: 363999
Gender: F


well, witty. it's been fun, but i no longer have time to spend on this lovely little website. most of my witty friends have come and gone, except for a few who check in occasionally.

feel free to contact me on any of my social media accounts:

instagram: sydneyntb
snapchat: iamthesydney
tumblr: oceanpixie


Quotes by ocean pixie*

hey witty, it's been a minute! how is everyone doing?
Goodbye, Witty.
Witty has been so good to me, but it is my time to say goodbye. I made my first account on here on October 30, 2011; I was 11, I'm 18 now. I grew up with this website. If you travelled through all of my accounts, first to last, you'd see the journey I took to become who I am today. This website has shaped me in the most unbelievable way. Most of my witty friends have left, except for a few, like Bailey, and Allison who checks in once in a while. I don't have any time in my life to keep up with the top quotes or even to just 
check this website. Thank you, Steve, and everyone who I've ever talked to on here. See ya, witty.
i know it's hard
believe me
i know it feels like
tomorrow will never come 
and today will be the most
difficult day to get through
but i swear you will get through
the hurt will pass
as it always does 
if you give it time and 
let it so let it
like a broken promise
let it go


loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself

i am water

soft enough
to offer life
tough enough
to drown it away

you were so distant
i forgot you were there at all

emptying out of my mother's belly
was my first act of disappearance
learning to shrink for a family
who likes their daughters invisible
was the second
the art of being empty
is simple
believe them when they say
you are nothing
repeat it to yourself
like a wish
i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing

so often
the only reason you know
you're still alive is from the
heaving of your chest

the art of being empty

trying to convince myself
i am allowed
to take up space
is like writing with
my left hand
when i was born
to use my right

the idea of shrinking is hereditary

So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.

format-br0kenwings LEAVE THIS HERE PLEASE.
sometimes                       it scareme
going for        a       walk and
never     coming    home
and how willing                      i am to
leave everything i have and
everyone                                      i  know