Quotes added on Friday, November 7 2014
We all have that one friend
Who gives relationship advice... But is still single.
Who gives relationship advice... But is still single.
Alright Guys, you all have
been waiting for the answer and here it is:
THE ANSWER IS STAMP
THE ANSWER IS STAMP
Congrats to MynameBSarah who answered
the riddle correctly!
Great job! Btw, if
its multiple people who got the answer right, they will
all be
mentioned.
Thanks people, and I will follow the people that liked or reponds to my riddles so yeah.
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT RIDDLE!
all be
mentioned.
Thanks people, and I will follow the people that liked or reponds to my riddles so yeah.
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT RIDDLE!
Kids, this is how it is when
you're older
Wake up and you're bipolar
Wake up and you're bipolar
Guys: Put your hands around her waist firmly Girls: lay your head
back on his shoulder and put your arms on his. Guys: whisper in her
ear Girls: giggle Girls: whenever he tries to kiss you, don't just
let him, kiss him back! Girls: When you want to cuddle with him,
tell him you're cold Guys: automatically move closer to her. (if
your stupid then you'll either say "me too" or you'll give her your
jacket... don't) Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around
you, tilt your head on his shoulder Guys: lift her chin up and kiss
her Guys: When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her
eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too...
and mean it! Girls: When you're both laying under the stars, put
your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his
steady heart beat Guys: whisper in her ear and link your hands with
hers! Now make a wish about something you would like to happen
between you and your crush ************* STOP!! STOP!! STOP!!
STOP!! now copy and repost this if you don't you'll have bad
relationships for 69 ; ) years by 12pm tonight ur 1 true love will
realize how much they want you You know...Just in case
I
Can't Act Like Everything Is Still
...
Okay
...
Okay
As you grow up
may you have...
More dreams
than memories...
More opportunities
than chances...
More hard work
than luck...
More friends
than aquintances.
may you have...
More dreams
than memories...
More opportunities
than chances...
More hard work
than luck...
More friends
than aquintances.
Your cuts will have scars.
You will have to live with your scars.
You will have to learn to cope.
You will have to live with your scars.
You will have to learn to cope.
Everyday is an off day with
depression.
"I Know Girls (Body Love)"
I Know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eye shadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they're disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death; it's never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn't it the same thing as purging
Because we're so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes and handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death every time we etch a new tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists to reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
"I only know how to exist when I am wanted."
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know
We're used up and we're sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good
Well, you did good.
(I know I am because I said, "I am."
My body is home)
I Know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eye shadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they're disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death; it's never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn't it the same thing as purging
Because we're so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes and handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death every time we etch a new tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists to reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
"I only know how to exist when I am wanted."
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know
We're used up and we're sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good
Well, you did good.
(I know I am because I said, "I am."
My body is home)
