Quotes added on Monday, April 6 2015
Haven't been on witty in so long..
I'M NOT FLAWLESS
But I'm still fabulous
But I'm still fabulous
IT'S SUNDAY, EASTER SUNDAY........ all Hope was NOT lost. Death
DID NOT win. Sin DID NOT conquered. Satan is NOT just a laughing
NOW! It's SUNDAY~The waiting is over, the final fulfillment HAS
taken place.The tomb IS NO LONGER sealed, it is EMPTY, NO more
guards standing watch, the disciples are no longer confused,they
are not waiting, despairing, hoping.They have seen the
Messiah!
It's SUNDAY...THE PROPHESY HAS BEEN MADE REAL.
JESUS HAS RISEN!
It's SUNDAY...THE PROPHESY HAS BEEN MADE REAL.
JESUS HAS RISEN!
Me:I have a joke to tell you
Brother: what is it?
Me: sex
Brother:I don't get it.
Me: and you never will
Brother: .........
By the way this was after a fight.
Dad: shouting at me to come to him for a
minute
Me: *upstairs* runs down jumps over mountains and
everything
Dad: pass the remote :-D
Me: -__-
Teacher: what did everyone give up for lent?
Normal Students: chocolate,chips,fast food
me: homework!
Normal Students: chocolate,chips,fast food
me: homework!
These Are The Things I Never Told You (V)
I know that I've messed up and God, I know I don't deserve your friendship. But I can't stay away and apparently neither could you, and maybe in some way this thing we do was meant to be. I don't know. I never will. And sometimes, when it feels like I've given my all and I have nothing more to give to this world, I wish I didn't care, about it or about you.
But I still lay awake at night, gazing at the ceiling in the dark as if it were the stars, wondering if you do the same. I still stare up at the sky and think about life, about time gone by. And when it's four a.m. and I can't get to sleep and I'm craving raindrops on a tin roof and your words lighting up the darkness of my night, I can't help to imagine what life would be like if I had never left. It's a good life. But it's not mine.
I know that I've messed up and God, I know I don't deserve your friendship. But I can't stay away and apparently neither could you, and maybe in some way this thing we do was meant to be. I don't know. I never will. And sometimes, when it feels like I've given my all and I have nothing more to give to this world, I wish I didn't care, about it or about you.
But I still lay awake at night, gazing at the ceiling in the dark as if it were the stars, wondering if you do the same. I still stare up at the sky and think about life, about time gone by. And when it's four a.m. and I can't get to sleep and I'm craving raindrops on a tin roof and your words lighting up the darkness of my night, I can't help to imagine what life would be like if I had never left. It's a good life. But it's not mine.
