smluvsart
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Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
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Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
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Shoot for the moon
even if you miss, you'll land among the starsHi, my name is Savannah. I'm a sophomore. I have an amazing boyfriend 10.13.12. <3 I love to read. I have soo many books...I lovvveee music; Taylor Swift, One Direction, Bruno Mars, Lumineers, Imagine Dragons and Owl City, you name it. I love animals. I like to draw too. I know some spanish. My dream? To travel the world. I want to go to Paris some day...and Spain and Italy and just everywhere. I want to be an art teacher. Well..that's all I can think of for now...Oh and that little hamster in the corner, his name is fluffy. Say hi!
Life is a song, love is the music
Life is a song, love is the music
Quotes by smluvsart
The
smell of old, yellowing pages.
Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves,
Stacked so high that the top cannot be seen.
Thousands of worlds waiting to be discovered.
Hundreds of thousands of pages waiting to be turned.
Millions of little words just waiting to be read.
Black ink, white paper, bounded in leather.
They are simply an escape, an adventure.
All you need to do is pick one and read.
Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves,
Stacked so high that the top cannot be seen.
Thousands of worlds waiting to be discovered.
Hundreds of thousands of pages waiting to be turned.
Millions of little words just waiting to be read.
Black ink, white paper, bounded in leather.
They are simply an escape, an adventure.
All you need to do is pick one and read.
My boyfriend
and I were playing a game...
One of the questions was "Would you rather be the smartest person earth but the ugliest, or be the dumbest person but the hottest?"
Him: hmm...this is hard!
Him: would you still love me if I said smartest?
Me: yes
Him: but that would mean I'd be the ugliest too...
Me: So?
Him: :D
One of the questions was "Would you rather be the smartest person earth but the ugliest, or be the dumbest person but the hottest?"
Him: hmm...this is hard!
Him: would you still love me if I said smartest?
Me: yes
Him: but that would mean I'd be the ugliest too...
Me: So?
Him: :D
Words.
We surround ourselves with words.
We spend our lives learning thousands upon thousands of words.
These words are how we define ourselves
Words.
From the name a mother gives to her son.
To how we describe the color of the sky at sunset.
How we speak of other people.
How singers stop people in their tracks.
How writers bring people to tears.
How leaders can put an entire country on the edge of their seats.
Words.
Always words.
They last an eternity.
Spoken in different tongues and unique accents.
They are universal,
translated for all to hear their message.
Words.
Have started revolutions.
Have changed history.
Have brought tears to peoples' eyes,
And smiles to their faces.
Words.
Billions of trillions have been spoken.
Some forgotten like a small breeze on a fall evening.
Some carved into stone like a scar upon your skin.
Some last for moments.
Some last for all of eternity.
Words.
So many words.
We surround ourselves with words.
We spend our lives learning thousands upon thousands of words.
These words are how we define ourselves
Words.
From the name a mother gives to her son.
To how we describe the color of the sky at sunset.
How we speak of other people.
How singers stop people in their tracks.
How writers bring people to tears.
How leaders can put an entire country on the edge of their seats.
Words.
Always words.
They last an eternity.
Spoken in different tongues and unique accents.
They are universal,
translated for all to hear their message.
Words.
Have started revolutions.
Have changed history.
Have brought tears to peoples' eyes,
And smiles to their faces.
Words.
Billions of trillions have been spoken.
Some forgotten like a small breeze on a fall evening.
Some carved into stone like a scar upon your skin.
Some last for moments.
Some last for all of eternity.
Words.
So many words.
They sat watching TV,
his arm around her.
A commercial for Disney started playing...
"Disney, where dreams come true."
He looked at her, "Did your dream come true?"
He said it with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yes" she said simply.
He tilted his head slightly, "And what dream was that?"
A smile slowly spread across her lips...
"You" she whispered.
A commercial for Disney started playing...
"Disney, where dreams come true."
He looked at her, "Did your dream come true?"
He said it with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yes" she said simply.
He tilted his head slightly, "And what dream was that?"
A smile slowly spread across her lips...
"You" she whispered.
And there we were,
sitting in the park. Your arm around me. My head resting on your
shoulder. The clouds rolled in overhead and the rain started
slowly falling; barely noticeable at first. "Is it
raining?" you said. "Hm..Yeah it is." I said
looking up at the sky, a slight smile spreading across my face.
And slowly I leaned in and kissed you, and for a moment all the
world disappeared. It was just you and I. That moment was
perfect.
There's an old dusty photo that sits
in a drawer in my room. The frame is bright and colorful. The
picture inside is old and slightly faded. The two people in the
picture are happy and smiling. The woman is cought in mid-laugh.
There is a birthday cake in the corner; the man is taking a peice
of it. He is happy too. Me? I am not in this picture; it was
taken so long ago. The man and woman were married when this
picture was taken. This photo used to sit in my room, proudly
displayed. But now it is put away and forgotten. It has collected
layers upon layers of dust. Oh how things have changed since this
old photo was taken.
I've been on witty for over a year now.
I usually get about 5 faves on my quotes.
sometimes I get 1, or none.
But I still continue to write them.
And eventhough Witty has been kind of dead lately,
I still come on here almost everyday.
Because I just need a place
where I can say what's on my mind.
Because I can't say most of these things on Facebook
or Twitter
or Tumblr
or to most friends
Because Witty is special;
on Witty, you can what's truley on your mind
And not get judged.
Witty is special.