hannibanani27
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lovin life<3
Joined: January 11, 2013
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 345948
Location: who knows who cares????
Gender: F
Joined: January 11, 2013
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 345948
Location: who knows who cares????
Gender: F
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hello:) my name is hanni banani27. I am currently 14 almost 15 in April. I have a twin, her name is bresome. You should go follow her:) i LOVE music. i only sometimes like One Direction I have to be in the mood i guess. I also like Black Veil Brides, Falling in Reverse, Panic! at the Disco, Never Shout Never, Sleeping With Sirens, My Chemical Romance, aand many more. My favorite color is green.my second favorite color is black: I guess you can call me a nerd but im fun to be around. I have a kinda weird sense of humor and it is hard to make me laugh. I am a cheerleader. It is a good thing i am active or else i would be really fat. i love food. Well, i guess that is all sooooo bye!
hannibanani27's Favorite Quotes
Hmm let us log in to wittyprofiles since I haven't been here since 2010...
*logs into witty*
Wait...what happened..um..this...isn't...
WITTYPROFILES WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUUUU
♥ i wish that i could wake up with amnesia.
and
forget about the stupid little things
like the
way it
felt
to fall
asleep next to you
&
the memories,
i
never can escape.
cause im not fine at
all
no, im
really not fine at all.
amnesiaa
♥
Important Things i've learned in
life:
If you can't hang
then,
theres the door baby.
- Sleeping With Sirens
- Sleeping With Sirens
When little kids scream
I
want to look them in the eye and scream 10 times louder to show
them who's boss
Me in any situation:
I think I'm coming off as
annoying
People are scared to
"double text" but I literally send 7
paragraphs in a row
Is anyone else
weirdly shy
about
replying
to quote comments? I don't know,
I just feel like I'm bothering them or that theywon't care what I have to say about
it,
or it'll be awkward because they weren't expecting an answer and they'll wonder who I am.
...so instead, i just thumbs up and hope they forget...
I just feel like I'm bothering them or that they
or it'll be awkward because they weren't expecting an answer and they'll wonder who I am.
...so instead, i just thumbs up and hope they forget...
Beautifully
Imperfect
I've
thought long and hard about what I wanted to
write.
I mean, I could talk about that time I posted a quote (the only quote I've ever posted of its kind) talking about how close I was to self-harming again, and you wasted no time calming me down and helping me out of that state of mind.
I could talk about how I fangirled when you first started faving my quotes and when you followed me, and about how I can always always always rely on you to read my quotes. To remind me what I love about this website.
I could explain how much it meant to me that time you commented a bunch of Harry Potter gifs on my profile. That you knew I was struggling to deal with some issues, that you knew what would make me better, and it took no reaching out for you to comfort me. You expected no words of thanks. Nothing in return. We weren't even talking at the time. You just popped up, made me feel better, and flew away into the sunset (metaphorically...).
I could tell everybody about that magical ability you have to comment me exactly when I need it. For example, you commented on my quote just today about how I was 'appreciated'. I read it right after sending one of the hardest emails I've ever had to, to my best friend, telling her about how much pain I've been in because I feel like her last choice. And I quickly check my witty before meaning to shut down the computer, and I see this quote comment from Bailey, and for it to say that... Hahaha, I genuinely almost started crying. Tears in the eyes and everything.
I could talk about how you are, always have been, and will be to the day I leave this website one of my absolute favourite users. I could wax lyrical about the inspiration your quotes give me to keep writing my stories. The words are so often the spark to my muse, that when I find myself having writer's block, I don't even think about it - I just log on, and browse through your quotes. Seriously. I'm not kidding. This happens all the time. (I'm a lousy writer, but that's irrelevant.)
We don't talk much - that is, we don't comment each other much. But to me, you're one of the users who know me best. Is it weird that I consider you one of my 'witty best friends' despite not talking all that much? 'Cause I do. You just... you mean so much to me, I seriously find myself relying on your support sometimes, and to top all of that off, you look like a model spin-off of Lana del Rey. Which is ridiculous, because how can one person be kind and pretty all at once?
But I believe that when you start to know a person for who they are, they just start to look as lovely as their personality. And you're honestly one of the prettiest girls I've seen. And I'm so sorry this got insanely deep and ridiculous, but I'm in an angsty mood so oh well, this crazy emotional message is what you get.
( & if you leave before I do, I'll cry my lousy little eyes out. Just a warning.)
I love you. Like, a lot. No but like, a lot.
You're amazing.
I mean, I could talk about that time I posted a quote (the only quote I've ever posted of its kind) talking about how close I was to self-harming again, and you wasted no time calming me down and helping me out of that state of mind.
I could talk about how I fangirled when you first started faving my quotes and when you followed me, and about how I can always always always rely on you to read my quotes. To remind me what I love about this website.
I could explain how much it meant to me that time you commented a bunch of Harry Potter gifs on my profile. That you knew I was struggling to deal with some issues, that you knew what would make me better, and it took no reaching out for you to comfort me. You expected no words of thanks. Nothing in return. We weren't even talking at the time. You just popped up, made me feel better, and flew away into the sunset (metaphorically...).
I could tell everybody about that magical ability you have to comment me exactly when I need it. For example, you commented on my quote just today about how I was 'appreciated'. I read it right after sending one of the hardest emails I've ever had to, to my best friend, telling her about how much pain I've been in because I feel like her last choice. And I quickly check my witty before meaning to shut down the computer, and I see this quote comment from Bailey, and for it to say that... Hahaha, I genuinely almost started crying. Tears in the eyes and everything.
I could talk about how you are, always have been, and will be to the day I leave this website one of my absolute favourite users. I could wax lyrical about the inspiration your quotes give me to keep writing my stories. The words are so often the spark to my muse, that when I find myself having writer's block, I don't even think about it - I just log on, and browse through your quotes. Seriously. I'm not kidding. This happens all the time. (I'm a lousy writer, but that's irrelevant.)
We don't talk much - that is, we don't comment each other much. But to me, you're one of the users who know me best. Is it weird that I consider you one of my 'witty best friends' despite not talking all that much? 'Cause I do. You just... you mean so much to me, I seriously find myself relying on your support sometimes, and to top all of that off, you look like a model spin-off of Lana del Rey. Which is ridiculous, because how can one person be kind and pretty all at once?
But I believe that when you start to know a person for who they are, they just start to look as lovely as their personality. And you're honestly one of the prettiest girls I've seen. And I'm so sorry this got insanely deep and ridiculous, but I'm in an angsty mood so oh well, this crazy emotional message is what you get.
( & if you leave before I do, I'll cry my lousy little eyes out. Just a warning.)
I love you. Like, a lot. No but like, a lot.
You're amazing.
My life is just one massive awkward moment.
21. My father is run over
by a car.
He is passed out in the road with a blood alcohol content 4 times the legal limit.
I do not cry.
Four months later,
The nurses lose his pulse,
And I wonder whose life
Flashed before his eyes.
Rewinding VHS tapes
Old home videos
20.
19. I haven't brought a friend home in four years.
18. My mother sips the word "divorce"
Her mouth curls at the taste
Like it burns going down.
17. I start doing homework at Starbucks.
I have more meaningful conversations with the barista
Than with my family
16. I wait for Christmas Eve.
My brother and I usually exchange gifts to one another early
This year, he
And my father exchange blows.
My mother doesn't go to mass.
15. I come up with the theory that my father started drinking again
Because maybe he found out I'm gay.
Like if he could make everything else blurry,
Maybe somehow I'd look straight.
15. My mother cleans up his vomit in the middle of the night
And cooks breakfast in the morning like she hasn't lost her appetite.
15. I blame myself.
15. My brother blames everyone else.
15. My mother blames the dog.
15. Super Bowl Sunday My father bursts through the door like an avalanche
Picking up speed and debris as he falls
Banisters, coffee tables, picture frames
Tumbling, stumbling.
I find his AA chip on the kitchen counter.
14. My father's been sober for 10, Maybe 11, years?
I just know We don't even think about it anymore.
13.
12.
11. Mom tells me Daddy's "meetings" are for AA.
She asks if I know what that means.
I don't.
I nod anyway.
10. My parents never drink wine at family gatherings.
All my other aunts and uncles do.
I get distracted by the TV and forget to ask why.
9.
8.
7.
6. I want to be Spider-Man.
Or my dad. They're kinda the same.
5.
4.
3. I have a nightmare
The recurring one about Ursula from The Little Mermaid
So I get up I waddle toward Mommy and Daddy's room,
Blankie in hand, I pause.
Daddy's standing in his underwear
Silhouetted by refrigerator light.
He raises a bottle To his lips.
2.
1.
0. When my mother was pregnant with me,
I wonder if she hoped,
As so many mothers do,
That her baby boy would grow up to be
Just like
His father.
He is passed out in the road with a blood alcohol content 4 times the legal limit.
I do not cry.
Four months later,
The nurses lose his pulse,
And I wonder whose life
Flashed before his eyes.
Rewinding VHS tapes
Old home videos
20.
19. I haven't brought a friend home in four years.
18. My mother sips the word "divorce"
Her mouth curls at the taste
Like it burns going down.
17. I start doing homework at Starbucks.
I have more meaningful conversations with the barista
Than with my family
16. I wait for Christmas Eve.
My brother and I usually exchange gifts to one another early
This year, he
And my father exchange blows.
My mother doesn't go to mass.
15. I come up with the theory that my father started drinking again
Because maybe he found out I'm gay.
Like if he could make everything else blurry,
Maybe somehow I'd look straight.
15. My mother cleans up his vomit in the middle of the night
And cooks breakfast in the morning like she hasn't lost her appetite.
15. I blame myself.
15. My brother blames everyone else.
15. My mother blames the dog.
15. Super Bowl Sunday My father bursts through the door like an avalanche
Picking up speed and debris as he falls
Banisters, coffee tables, picture frames
Tumbling, stumbling.
I find his AA chip on the kitchen counter.
14. My father's been sober for 10, Maybe 11, years?
I just know We don't even think about it anymore.
13.
12.
11. Mom tells me Daddy's "meetings" are for AA.
She asks if I know what that means.
I don't.
I nod anyway.
10. My parents never drink wine at family gatherings.
All my other aunts and uncles do.
I get distracted by the TV and forget to ask why.
9.
8.
7.
6. I want to be Spider-Man.
Or my dad. They're kinda the same.
5.
4.
3. I have a nightmare
The recurring one about Ursula from The Little Mermaid
So I get up I waddle toward Mommy and Daddy's room,
Blankie in hand, I pause.
Daddy's standing in his underwear
Silhouetted by refrigerator light.
He raises a bottle To his lips.
2.
1.
0. When my mother was pregnant with me,
I wonder if she hoped,
As so many mothers do,
That her baby boy would grow up to be
Just like
His father.
