miss_unique

Status: Merry Christmas Everyone! Hope you had a good day ;)
Joined: September 8, 2012
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 329809
Location: Outside Mellark Bakery, District 12, Panem
Gender: F

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"I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent."

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About Me

Teenager ;)

I live my life in my books �

I have read:
-The Hunger Games Trilogy
-The Mortal Instruments
-The Infernal Devices
-The Fallen Series
-The Host
-Divergent/Insurgent
-Angelfall

^if you've read any of these, follow me! �

I'm utterly in love with fictional boys �

I love writing my own stories, and to become an author would be amazing.
I love Imagine Dragons & Taylor Swift �

I lack imagination so most of my quotes are from books, movies or real life scenarios :)

I hope you enjoy my profile, although it's not much to look at ;)

May the odds be ever in your favour, and here have some Dauntless cake, mundane.

© miss_unique 2013 - Don't Copy

 

 

 

 

 

TMI - mortal-instruments Photo

I'm addicted to the Mortal Instruments x ♥

 

Quotes by miss_unique

Sometimes, I feel like I might actually be able to fit in. Smiles creep their way onto my face whilst walking down the school corridors, the thick mist in my head clears slightly and sometimes I can even be happy.

But then, someone always comes and pushes me right back with the force of a million tsunamis. And once again, I feel useless, worthless, horrible, depressed and humiliated all at once. A little voice whispers in the back of my mind, “Maybe you really don’t belong. So stop trying.”

When these moments creep around again, and bring a massive dark grey cloud the colour of charcoal along with them, it feels like the whole world has turned against me – for what reason, I don’t know.

I feel like screaming, shouting, punching something, crying all at the same time. I feel like I want to flush out all emotion that’s left in my body, along with all the bad memories and feelings that brew inside me.

But then, I remember that you only get one chance at life. One.

You shouldn’t just go off and blow it.

Then, suddenly stretching out through the thick shadows the stray beam of radiant light shines through the damp darkness, and reaches towards me.

Like a perfect golden flower in the destruction and rubble of a horrible past. A sign that, no matter how bad things are, there is always hope.

Hope can keep us going. Hope is what can help us get through whatever is happening to us. We just need that little extra piece of will to push us the full way, right over to the other side.

That will is inside all of us, even when you don’t think it is.

There’s a spark inside you, that was ignited the day you were born. That flame still burns today, deep inside you. That flame is yours; that flame makes you unique.

That flame makes you beautiful.

So show the world your flame, shine bright. And never let that flame go out.


Most Girls: I want a boyfriend who treats me right, is an athlete, is cute, is good with kids, has abs.
Me: I want all my favourite fictional characters to come to life
Me:  *cough* Tobias *cough*


There is nothing worse than

seeing the one person you love,

with someone else.

 

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I can’t stop smiling.

Today was the last day of school, and as a tradition all the students (who are graduating – like me) bring in a school tee-shirt and get to have their shirts signed by their friends, classmates and teachers. So, of course I let all my classmates sign my tee-shirt.

When I arrived home a few hours later with my best friend, I asked her to see who had signed the back of my shirt and what they’d written. She then asked,

“Did anyone sign under your collar?”

I couldn’t remember anyone signing the underside of the back of my collar so, naturally, I said no. But then she lifted up the collar, then said,

“There’s a number!”

Someone had written their phone number on the underside of the back of my collar.

We wanted to call the number to see who’d written it, but my phone was out of credit.

So now, I’m sitting here, telling you, the witty people of witty profiles, about the unknown number written on my shirt.

I can’t help the buzzing feeling inside me.

And I can’t push away the feeling that someone actually likes me.

I can’t stop smiling.

 


So after, when he whispers,

"You love me. Real or not real?"

I tell him,

"Real."
the Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins


Divergent Fangirl Problem:
 
WHEN PEOPLE THINK YOU CAN'T 
TYPE WHEN YOU TYPE

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Me: Mum, *massive fit of coughing* I think I'm dying!
Mum: I don't care, you're going to school. 


Hakuna

Matata


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Teacher: Describe a cliff in one word. 
Me: Rocky.
Friend: Cliffy.
Me: What?
Friend: What?


In school, we had to write a poem about an animal. I chose to write about a unicorn.
Here's how my poem went:

There was a unicorn called Fred,
who lived with no horn on his head.
He went to the doctor,
who asked, "What's the bother?"
He got scared and galloped away.

 

Let's just say I'm not normal.