writingonwallsxo

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//♥words of wisdom
...to be edited soon. C:


hey, there. my name is anna. i'm sixteen years old. i am an avid reader of books, quotes, fanfiction, original stories, poems,  lyrics, basically anything. i aspire to be a writer. i live and breathe my writing, and i think i'm pretty damn good at it. i want to be an author, but i also want to be a journalist - maybe freelance - who travels the world. it might be an unlikely thing to happen, but i'm a dreamer. ♥ i have an unhealthy obsession with criminal minds (hotch♥), and i really enjoy grey's anatomy, jane austen novels, tea,  the smell of bookstores, & new pens and paper. that's about it; get to know me for more :)




Quotes by writingonwallsxo





  i         h  a  t e      t  h   e     w a  y      y  o  u      t a l  k      t o     me     &   the      w ay     you      c  u    t     your    hai  r.
i    hate     the     way     yo u    dri  ve    my    car    and       i    ha  t  e     it    w hen     you    s t  a   r   e.
i   hate    your    big    dumb     combat    boots    an  d     t he  way youread  my mind.
 i      hate     you     so    much    it    makes     me      si  ck,     it    even    makes    me     rhyme
i      hate     it,      i    hate    t  he     way     you'     re      always     right  .    i    hate     it     when    y ou    lie.
 i   hate    i  t    when   you    make   m e     l   augh,   and     even   worse   when    you   make me       cry .       i     hate     it   when    you're     not     around    , and    the    fact    you    dfidn't    call  
but      mostly    i     hate     th e    way     i       don''t      hate    you 
no t     e v  e n     c   l  o s  e ,     n  o t      e v e n      a      l    i  t  t  l  e    b i   t,    n o  t     e v e n    at     all.
♥   


 

there are secrets
we still have left to find; 
there have been mysteries since the beginning of time;
there are answers we're
not wise enough to see♥\\




 
 
so  now, all  alone  or  not,
you  gotta  walk  ahead .
& the 'thing to  remember is if  we're alone

then  we're all together in that, too.

 
-P.S. I Love You

//the br
oken locks were a warning

y o u  g o t   i n s i d e  m y  h e a d
♥i tried my best to be guarded
i ' m  a n  o p e n  b o o k  i n s t e a d





 
 //we're not the same dear, as we used to be
t h e   s  e a s o  n s   h a v e  c h a n g e d  , a n d   s o  h a v e   w e \\♥






 








/// i write, not for the sake of success,

not for the sake of fame,

not for the sake
of glory, but for

the sake of my soul///♥

-rachel joy scott ;







*if you don't know who rachel scott is,
she was the first victim of the columbine shooting.
her story is amazing. r.i.p.



i  c a m e  u p o n  a  f a l l e n  t r e e , 
i  f e l t   t h e  b r a n c h e s  o f  i t  l o o k i n g  a t  m e; 
i s   t h i s  t h e  p l a c e  w  e  u s e d  t o  l o v e? 

                     ♥//is   \\             
//  th
is \\
 
//the\\
  // pl
ace\\
// 
that  \\
//i've\\
 // be
en\\
//drea
ming  \\
//of?//♥



*not my fade.
*sorry for awkward space at the top.





dear you,
i miss you. i didn't think it would be this hard
to say goodbye. but i hope you understand
why i have to. it's not because of you, and i
know, i know how cliche that sounds. but to
be honest, i'm messed up, and i need to fix
what broke inside of me. i need to figure out
who i am, because at the moment? i have no
freaking idea who that person in the mirror is.
so, i'm going to walk away for awhile, and i'm
going to smile and try to mean it. i'll be back
one day, when i can look you in the eye and
say i'm happy without lying. i'll send you a
postcard from wherever the hell i end up.
love, me.
p.s. i love you.

 

*all mine.




&
i've
often wondered
how
did it all start?
who found out that nothing
could capture a heart
like
a melody can?


and i've finally reached my breaking point
i am tired, physically and emotionally. i'm tired of fighting for his life, and mine.
  i am tired of waiting for someone, anyone, to look at me when my mascara is dripping
down my face, when my chest feels like it is going to cave in, and when my hair
is soaked from the hour long shower i took, crying so no one would hear me. most of all,
i'm tired of caring, because something i've noticed lately is that
it  hurts  to care  this much



*not my fade.
*favorite if you've ever felt like this.