Quotes added on Thursday, February 20 2014
Teacher: I hear your using unparliamentary words
in school?
Me: F.uck.
Me: F.uck.
They think that after all I've been through, I would be a
mature woman.
They think that because I like older men, I would be a mature woman.
They think that because I live most of the time alone, I would be a mature woman.
And yet, I'm one of the most immature and childish girls I know.
They think that because I like older men, I would be a mature woman.
They think that because I live most of the time alone, I would be a mature woman.
And yet, I'm one of the most immature and childish girls I know.
The 3 most dificult things
to do
1.You can't count your hair
2.You can't brush your eyes with soap
3.You can't breath when your tongue is out
Now please put your tongue inside
1.You can't count your hair
2.You can't brush your eyes with soap
3.You can't breath when your tongue is out
Now please put your tongue inside
Last Christmas I asked for Santa
the sexiest person ever for Christmas..
I woke up in a box
Tired,, listless eyes stare at the empty space, An empty space
which before, was adorned by your lovely face and refreshing
persona. O love , why did you have to leave only when the sparks
started flying ? Only when you got to know that you inhibit a place
deep down in my heart ? Don't you know I would always love you ?
And my eyes are gonna start raining tears when I will hear our song
on your playlist on my dumb blackberry ? My heart always breaks
into tiny isloated fragments when I saw you downtown with that girl
with pink hair and nose rings . I have been opening my heart to
every guy these day . But , no they can't and won't be able to fill
the void that you left. No not even a bit.
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Me:*Ignores her and reads a book.*
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Me:*pretends to fall asleep.*
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Me: *turns around* What do you
want?
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Me: What?
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my
shoulder.*
Me:*Sighs and continues reading the
book.*
[An hour and a half later]
Girl: Hey, you! *hits me slightly in my shoulder.*
Me: WHAT??!!! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU
WANT??!!
Girl: Nothing.
Me: INTERNET!!!
Me: I really hate homework
Me: What should I wear?!
Me: I must lose weight!
Me: I'm hungry
Me: Sigh, I really hate *insert b_tch's name here*
Me: I want clothes!
Me: Why aren't they texting back
Me: Ugh school tomorrow
Me: How should I do my hair
Me: *insert crush's name here*
Me: I want to be as pretty as *insert favorite female celebrity here*
Me: I really hate homework
Me: What should I wear?!
Me: I must lose weight!
Me: I'm hungry
Me: Sigh, I really hate *insert b_tch's name here*
Me: I want clothes!
Me: Why aren't they texting back
Me: Ugh school tomorrow
Me: How should I do my hair
Me: *insert crush's name here*
Me: I want to be as pretty as *insert favorite female celebrity here*
Hour
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.
For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millionaires, backhanding the night
so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit
than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
Carol Ann Duffy
This is a poem i studied for my GCSE, one which i really enjoyed and thought id share it with you guys <3 x
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.
For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millionaires, backhanding the night
so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit
than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
Carol Ann Duffy
This is a poem i studied for my GCSE, one which i really enjoyed and thought id share it with you guys <3 x
