XworryingmidnightX*

Status: Just keep swimming <3
Joined: January 2, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: July 15
user id: 259022
Location: Pennsylvania
Gender: F
Hi! I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Heather or Teddy whichever you prefer; it doesn't really matter to me. I'm 16 and am now driving :O. I love music, so some of my favorite bands are: Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Black Veil Brides, Mayday Parade, Suicide Silence, and many more. I read way too much for my own good and I love to watch movies. My favorite authors are Stephen King, J.K. Rowling, Nicholas Sparks, James Patterson, and Cassandra Clare. I have way too many favorite movies to name. My days pretty much consist of reading or coming up with ideas for possible stories. I like to help people and I'm a good listener, so if you ever need to talk I'm here to listen. That's pretty much it, so bye. <3

Quotes by XworryingmidnightX*

Why would you want to miss out on something so beautiful as life?  Yes I know right now things seem bleak and you don't think that there is an end to the pain, but there is.  There is an entire universe just waiting for you to open your eyes and see it; there is an entire life ahead of you.  If you would give up, you wouldn't experience the things that you were meant to do like being the next president or blessing the world with your music or writing the next book that could save a billion people.  Don't give up on something so precious as the world, don't give up on the amazing greatness that is you... 
Lisztomania (n.)

         ~ A need to listen to music all the time <3

 
So if I wrote a story or a blog type thing would you guys read it?
...then we lost ourselves in the beauty of freaking everything...
the truly painful goodbyes
are the ones 
that are never said 
and never explained 
He covered page after page with
wild words of sorrow and wilder
words of pain. There is a luxury
in self-reproach. When we blame
ourselves, we feel that no one
else has the right to blame us.
It is the confession, not the 
priest, that gives us absolution.
    
           -- Oscar Wilde
If she died, it was nothing,
but to him, it was everything.
This was her way of coping though,
breaking through skin.
Damaging the outside,
to match the inside.

 
And in the darkest of rooms,
a little girl stood, wiping tears.
She put a smile, although fake, on her face,
turned to the door, ready to face the world
"He covered page after page with wild words of sorrow and wilder words of pain.  There is a luxury in self-reproach.  When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has the right to blame us.  It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution."
                            
                                                                    ~Oscar Wilde