haz

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Joined: September 24, 2013
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 372213
Gender: F

         


real eyes realise real lies
Be brave because you have a

future ahead of you. Dont ruin it

because someone was mean to

you. Please
 -Harry Styles.

 



I have found that I have lost my touch for writing in the magic of my stories, so whilst I'm waiting for its returnal I have decided to start writing small quotes on here to later add, and adding my favourite writing from my OWN stories, along with my favourite song lyrics.
So enjoy. 
 
 

Quotes by haz

Thats how he saw the world though; he saw the shimmering waves flow in your eyes, like the ocean at midnight, while others just saw tears. He saw canyon crevices, and mountain valleys dance on your lips, whilst others noticed chewed down, and chapped tiredness. The white scar that trailed down your arm, that anyone else saw as a ragged attempt to escape, was seen to him like a chance at a new adventure. And its sickening how he saw the ugliest things as poetic, and how he refused to see the sadness of the real world. 

There are a million kinds of beauty in this world and that is what these people just dont understand- we all have our own idea of beauty. What is terrible to you may be extraordinary to me; beauty is not a thing, but merely a feeling we posses for something. And to me one of the most beautiful things in the world is loneliness.
-Christopher Poindexter

He saw life differently then everyone else; he saw it through a 2-inch lense, and captured the beauty that others overlooked. He noticed when a bumble bee had 3 black stripes and four yellow, and the way the bark on the tree resembled his mums long hair that hung down her shoulders, but most of all, he noticed the way tired eyes crinkled up at the edges, and an enduring smile curved upon chapped lips, and with a click of a button, he was capable of capturing sadness in beauty in one frame.

The word passion comes from a latin root which means to suffer. Thats what he did, he suffered; ached for those he cared for, and emptied himself for the things he enjoyed, and it was the most beautiful kind of suffering. 

I hated that though, when teachers, professors, people of reality told you to stop dreaming; that it was a waste of time. Dreaming to me was just reality in suspense, waiting for someone to come along and set them free and make them something absolute.

But darling, thats where you went wrong; you think youre life has to be perfect to still be wonderful

Whatever angers you, owns you, and the more I thought about it, the more I realised it was true, so so true. 

But love, if youre head is full of fears it leaves no room for
dreams.

A moment, a love, a dream, a laugh, 
a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs.

Wont stop 'till we surrender.

But youre so beautiful, and beautiful people are  suppose to be looked at,  to be admired.