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You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine

  shit i'm in college now

(I logged back onto witty because I had to do an html/css project
for university and coding it on here helps a ton. woo!!)


Quotes by EdwardScissorhands

I ask the children who may read this book to forgive me for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a genuine excuse: this grown-up is the best friend I have in the world. I have another excuse: this grown-up understands everything, even books for children. I have a third excuse: this grown-up lives in France, where he is cold and hungry. He needs a lot of consoling. If all these excuses are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child whom this grown-up used to be, once upon a time. All grown-ups started off as children (though few of them remember). So I hereby correct my dedication:


- Dedication of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and drink and cut because you need the anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. 

             - w i n t e r g i r l s


it's so curious; one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. 
but then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer...

and everything collapses. 


Death wasn't sleep.
                       Death was ugly
           And final
                     And terrifying
And sleep was tranquilizing
And reassuring                       
And you found that person the next morning
                 Breathing through clear lungs
And his pulse evident
In his thumb                
But death
 Was death
    You're alive
And then you're lying motionless
Ten feet under the stale ground   
And then you're nothing                

But decomposed skin             
And cold bone.  

january brings back memories woohoohoo

Maybe the two different worlds
we lived in weren't so different.

We saw the same sunset.


and sometimes, when i couldn't sleep, i would think of you

and for just a moment, i could feel your presence around me
i could feel your warm breath on my cheek
and your familiar lavendar smell filling my nose
i'd remember your gentle, gentle voice
and the soft touch of your skin
"i'm right here," you'd whisper, "right here. i'm not going anywhere,"
and i'd hold on tightly to your words,
to the hope that i'll wake up and still find you there.
you'd caress my hair,
and for a moment, 
i'd feel the sweet familiar serenity that left when you did,
and for a moment,
i could feel the beautiful, safe feeling in my chest,
the feeling i had difficulty remembering
and for just a moment, home felt like home again

one moment, one moment, one moment

and then, the moment was gone.



I silently stared at the little boy sitting next to me on the bus. The one they bullied. His eyes were bloodshot red; he'd been crying.

And all I wanted to do was turn to him and tell him it's going to be okay.  It is okay. 
   It's okay, everybody gets picked on. It's okay, everybody goes through this. It's okay to cry, it's okay to be hurt. It's okay, it's okay. You're going to get through it. You're going to grow up and be amazing. You are amazing. You are strong. You are better. You are perfect. Don't worry, it'll be over. Don't worry, there's always light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how much you think there isn't and how hopeless you may be. Don't worry. It's okay. You're okay.
But i didn't. I didn't say a thing. I kept quiet and shut, and then I got home and had lunch and showered and wore pjs and forgot.   
I regret that everyday because I never saw him again.

it's a true story.


It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight.   

But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe, I just witnessed the first flake melting.”

                                                                         - the kite runner

           I just want to go home
                                 and lock myself in the bathroom
         and bawl my eyes out
                                  and  maybe  puke  a  little.

          I want to cry until I stop 
feeling this vicious pain
        tearing at my chest, because
          it's honestly driving me
 a  p  a  r  t
and drilling holes in what's left
of me and
right now i'm on the edge and 
i'm afraid of going over,
because i've been over 
and i'm afraid of what i
can will do to myself

i'm tired 
         of this sick, sick, sick feeling
i just want it to end, and soon, i'll be able to end it myself.