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colorfuldarkness
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 9:44pm UTC

*Sherlock Quotes*
Mycroft: Just once can you two behave like grown ups?
John: He solves crimes I blog about it ,and he forgets his pants. So i wouldn't put to much hope into that.

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colorfuldarkness
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 9:59pm UTC

"I don't have friend's,
I've just got one."
-Sherlock Holmes

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Solalapo
posted a quote
January 20, 2013 6:46pm UTC

click to see this quote

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zer0*
posted a quote
January 17, 2013 1:26pm UTC

She's proud of herself,but she won't tell you why,
it's been almost a week since she last even tried,
but the voices don't stop, and today they won,
will she go for a razor, or end it all with a gun?
~~~
After hours of crying and arguing with herself,
she gives in and opens the hidden box on her shelf,
overwhelmed with emotions, she selects her blade,
oddly delighted with the choice that she's made.
~~~
So once again, she takes a razor to her vein,
and without even flinching, or feeling any pain,
well, there is pain of course,
but it's mistaken for praise,
she is lacking in judgement & feeling quite dazed.
~~~
She sits there emotionless, blood pouring from her wrist,
giving into the feeling she's so long resist,
a smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm,
she's caught up in the evil we know as self harm.

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LoveMeOutLoud
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 10:21am UTC

she was made of fire.
i want to tell you about a girl
she was made of fire. red hair and all.
she was laughter at all the wrong times. a cigarette at sixteen and vodka in a water bottle.
she was that feeling you get when you sneak out at night, right between fear and excitement.
she was the troubled child that taught the preachers kid about god. turning water holes into whirlpools just so we could feel the current of the ocean in our backyard. she was dipping pizza in ranch dressing. opening little boys eyes the world outside of using things for only one reason.
she was my stepdads daughter.
she was my sister.
but i’ve never been to her grave.
i’ve never put flowers beside the headstone that i’ve never seen. and i’ve never knelt on the ground above the bed where she’ll always sleep at sixteen.
sometimes i wonder if it’s because I’m a bad sister.
sometimes i wonder if it’s because id rather forget than remember. but i remember.
i remember the time she spent the night and couldn’t sleep because of the hallway light.
i remember putting a skirt on to impress her handsome friend. I still have it.
i remember a rebel. she didn’t worry about breaking rules, she played by her own.
i remember walking into the living room. grandma on the phone, aunt susan on the couch. kylie. car crash. she’s..
flying. she’s smiling. she’s the only one not wondering why I’m not crying.
i thought maybe it was shock. or maybe i still thought people were immortal. Maybe ten year olds shouldn’t think that way, but i still believed in superpowers. peter parker didn’t become Spiderman until high school, i had a couple more years. maybe i’d get bitten by a radioactive clock and gain the ability to control time. I’m fifteen now and i’ve poked every clock i can find.
still nothing.
i can’t figure out if i lack the ability to accept death or if i accept it better than anything i’ve ever accepted in my life.
pain is the confusion of remembering without the ability to miss because theres still a small hope inside screaming that this isn’t real.
this is just a comatose dream i’ve been in since my own car crash. kylie is sitting at my bedside whispering into the wind, flowing her fingers through my brokenness and kissing my memories.
instant death is the opposite for those who have to survive after it’s over.
suddenly, i’m the oldest sibling. at fifteen, my brother and sister are seven. at fifteen i realize i don’t remember anything from when i was seven.
what happens to the girl made of fire, when it rains? is she just red hair, freckles and smirk waiting for the sun? is she just a memory waiting to fade? no. i can’t believe that.
it’s been five years. and i still have to take pills to sleep at night. i still get a shaky voice when i tell people why they have to wear their seat belts. i still haven’t been to your grave. i see you everywhere.
you’re laughter at all the wrong times. a cigarette at sixteen. and vodka in a water bottle.
you’re fire. especially when it rains.

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 2:20pm UTC

I'm not worth much,
and I'm nothing special.
But I will love you more
than anyone could ever
love another person.
I will stay up all night,
chasing away your demons.
I will kiss the scars that
litter your skin, promising
you that I will always be
there for you.
I'm nothing special;
I'm quite worthless,
actually.
I'm a mess,
a wreck and
good-for-nothing.
But I love you
with all of what is
left with this
heart of mine.
And more.

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pigglywiggly
posted a quote
January 17, 2013 11:56pm UTC

This is Not A Poem
It is 2:08 in the morning
and I have a hunger in the
pit of my stomach
that can only be satisfied
with the pure knowledge
that you, dear, might
be aching for me too

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upsid3s
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 4:55pm UTC

the way you're moving in your sleep,
the way you look before you leave
The strange illusions that you keep,
you don't know,
but I'm noticing.
- Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

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csi8255
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 10:51pm UTC

Alone
An original poem
They will never be proud of me
They will never see the way i see.
They will never get my art
And no one will ever get my heart.
Im alone in life and will always be
But that just it, its just me.
Im depressed and lonley inside
All because my feelings are set aside.
My friends and family will never see
See the hidden side of me.

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unicorncupcake10
posted a quote
January 21, 2013 11:11pm UTC

You think I don't see the cuts on your wrist,
You think you won't be missed,
You think no one will care,
But I don't know what I would do,
If you weren't there.
I am your best friend,
but you still want it to end,
I found where you got your razor,
and your lies were saw through yet again.
I was shocked to see that you'd stoop so low,
so I just let it go.
-for Julia
I wrote this myself feedback maybe?

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xOxsMaLlFrYxOx
posted a quote
October 16, 2004 10:53am UTC

Weird and Random Song that I learned in like 1st Grade
It's a repeat after me song!!
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they got a dummy for a referee,
Back to back they faced each other,
Pulled out a sword and shot each other,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And he came and he shot those two dead boys,
If you don't believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man he say to,
If you do believe this lie is true,
Call the doctor, something is wrong with YOU!!

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beamgirl
posted a quote
December 4, 2011 7:30pm UTC

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danberry1997
posted a quote
November 19, 2011 11:36am UTC

Teen Years.
Everyone tells you,
they're the best years of your life.
The thing they don't tell you,
is they are full of strife.
From a child to a teen,
in less than a year.
It's a lot to deal with,
you have to grow up fast.
As a child you're free,
as a teen you feel locked up.
A child has no worries,
a teen has a lot.
You learn the meaning of love,
you discover broken hearts.
The worries of being accepted,
is the hardest part of all.
What's the "best"
about these years?
When as a teen,
you live in fear.
Format credit to PaperLung.

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Lexxiii
posted a quote
November 22, 2011 4:48am UTC

A million words would not bring you back,
I know because I tried.
Neither would a million tears,
I know because I cried.
♥

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morggie
posted a quote
November 22, 2011 10:40am UTC

I'm not looking for a million favorites, or comments. Thats not why I became apart of witty. I'm just looking for someone to hear me cry out when I need to vent. If thats why you think I got one... then you are SO wrong.

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Belladixie17
posted a quote
November 22, 2011 11:08am UTC

She was beautiful
but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful; something to be admired from a distance.
Not up close.

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Daydreamer97
posted a quote
May 13, 2011 11:02am UTC

xD So fathers be good to your daughters,
Daughters will love like you do,
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters too! xD

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Daydreamer97
posted a quote
May 13, 2011 10:58am UTC

Me and all my friends
we're all misunderstood,
they say we stand for nothing and
there's no way we ever could!
Now we see everything that's going wrong,
with the world and those who lead it.
We just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it!
so we keep waiting,
waiting on the world to change!

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_today_tomorrow_tonight_forever_
posted a quote
May 16, 2011 8:27pm UTC

texts from him <3 #1
him: lets hang out
me: i can't.. i look gross
him: you couldn't look gross if you tried.♥

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savyannah_123
posted a quote
May 16, 2011 9:02pm UTC

I need your help guys!
Me and this one guy have a "thing" and Friday I'm haging out with him and some other people for his birthday. My best friend says I should just randomly hold his hand. Fave if you agree. This isn't for faves please help me out!
♥
nmf.

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