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Emina1

Status: Living, Breathing, Wishing, Feeling

Member Since: 31 Aug 2011 04:43pm

Last Seen: 12 Jun 2018 09:37pm

Birthday: October 28

Location: Nashville, Tennessee

Gender: F

user id: 214067

177 Quotes
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Hey Guys My name is Rennie and I am 16 years young :) I blow out the candles on October 28th and I love to sing!
Other stuff I love:
Reading
Writing
Talking(I could talk all day lol)
procrastinating
Witty Profiles
walmart people
awesome socks
cute cuddly animals
friends
and a bunch of other stuff
Stuff I hate:
lies
life
bullies
food
my own self....
"perfect" people
"popular" people
math(bleh)
History(OMYGOD BLEGH!!)
and a bunch of other stuff!
If you are seriously reading this far I love you! Hey why are you stalking me?! *Hides in a corner* Haha Okay yes I'm weird but I love it. I mean everyone is wierd, there are just some people who try to be normal.
Ok bye bye Now read my quotes! Follow! Fav!
 ALSO I AM PANSEXUAL!!!!!!! :D


My Current Work In Progress:
http://www.wattpad.com/story/12232095-the-misconceived-life-of-a-pathological-liar  
My Watt-Pad: 
http://www.wattpad.com/user/Emina333
My Quotev: http://www.quotev.com/27742102

  1. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    October 7, 2016 4:43pm UTC
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  2. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    April 11, 2016 7:48pm UTC
    I’ve always said that you can tell my emotional state by the state of my room or car.
    If they’re a mess, then my mind is a mess-
    crawling with thoughts constantly dragging my attention away from reality.
    If my room is neat, pristine, organized, well then I would be worried.
    My mind is never silent.
    It’s always active, always darting back to a new thought like a tongue to a hole from a freshly pulled tooth.
    But in my mess, there is an organization that no one else can spot.
    For instance, my nail polish is always under the left-hand side of my bed,
    just like how my earrings are always scattered in the carpet by my closet door.
    Most people look at my room and can’t find a clear piece of flooring to walk on.
    My mother looks at my room and sees clutter,
    and my father sees a fire waiting to happen with my tangle of cords for my numerous lamps and chargers.
    I see comfort.
    I see a place where I can relax.
    I see a place I can get away from the world.
    I see more secrets than a diary, and more tears than a funeral home.
    I see more sleepless nights than a solider at war,
    and I see more random bursts of inspiration than an artist.
    My room is a world away from the world.
    My room is my own reality.
    So, when I refuse to clean my room, and others get mad at me, I feel truly frustrated.
    It wouldn’t make sense to anyone else.
    They won’t see the blood that has dripped onto my pillow from slicing my wrist open at one in the morning,
    and they won’t see the smiles that come from last night skype sessions with friends.
    They won’t see all the times my stuffed animals came to life.
    And they won’t see the dreams I have created.
    My room is my reverie.
    Cleaning it would be destroying it.
    I only wish more people understood.

  3. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    February 3, 2016 10:01pm UTC
    Oh, you're in my viens,
    and I cannot get you out
    oh you're all I taste
    at night inside of my mouth

  4. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    January 30, 2016 9:50pm UTC
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  5. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    January 30, 2016 8:04pm UTC
    This is an open letter to my forbidden lover. Feel free to read it
    https://www.wattpad.com/214626001-an-open-letter-to-my-forbidden-lover-to-my-love

  6. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    December 8, 2015 10:41am UTC
    Little do you know all my mistakes are slowly drowning me

  7. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    November 29, 2015 7:25pm UTC
    "Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get
    the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious
    that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness,
    but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, l
    ike painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs.
    There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing,
    but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."

  8. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    November 29, 2015 7:15pm UTC
    "Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get
    the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious
    that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness,
    but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, l
    ike painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs.
    There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing,
    but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint."

  9. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 31, 2015 12:03pm UTC
    She was like smoke:
    Interesting to look at.
    Moving so intricately in her dance,
    she entranced all those who watched.
    She encapsulated the depth of a soul.
    She was the personification of darkness,
    and the bringer of light to destroy it.
    She flowed so freely like the wind.
    Nothing could hold her to this world.
    Touching her was useless.
    She fell right through any fingers reaching for her.
    I remember finding that odd,
    as she had touched every heart to
    come in contact with her.
    I once asked her why she had to go.
    her response was a whisper in my ear
    and laughter like bells.
    I never got a response.
    I suppose she had other places to be.
    She was always transforming,
    changing,
    flowing,
    running.
    She never stayed in one place for long-
    always choosing to follow the beauty
    that intrigued her,
    and never noticing that she, herself,
    held that same beauty.
    But then again,
    She was like smoke.

  10. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 30, 2015 2:58am UTC
    We were once children,
    Young and innocent.
    We saw the world with open minds,
    And an untainted imagination.
    We sought out the simple things,
    Not realizing that the world
    Contained such things as
    Petrifying as hate.
    We were once wild and free,
    Unchained by the worries and
    stresses accompanying growing up.
    We never once thought twice
    about looks and bills.
    Instead wondering around in mismatched
    socks with unruly hair.
    We were once forgiving.
    Holding grudges was a foreign thing.
    So often we forgave and went
    on with the lives we cherished.
    We were once blind.
    We were blind to the corruption surrounding us.
    We did not see the disabled as weak,
    And we did not see the world as cruel.
    But we are no longer children.
    We can finally see.

  11. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 29, 2015 11:55pm UTC
    You've got the words to change a nation but
    you're
    biting
    your
    tongue

  12. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 29, 2015 7:57pm UTC
    This morning,
    I thought of the me of the past,
    who disliked talking
    and disliked smiling

  13. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 28, 2015 12:35am UTC
    There is strength in words.
    Sometimes, they become words of power.
    I thought that if I said "I'm fine,"
    then I really would be fine.
    But it's no use...It doesn't work.

  14. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 7:29pm UTC
    One day you'll just be a memory for some people
    do you best to be a good one.

  15. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 7:14pm UTC
    "Life is like a pencil that will surely run out,
    but left the beautiful writings of life behind"

  16. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 7:13pm UTC
    Being alone
    is more painful
    than being hurt

  17. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 7:11pm UTC
    "There is someone I must meet again,
    and until that day,
    not even death itself can take my life away."

  18. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 7:09pm UTC
    "It's like the people believe they'll be happy
    if they go and live somewhere else,
    but learn it doesn't work that way.
    Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."
    -Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

  19. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 1:07am UTC
    I don't wanna live a thousand years.
    If I just live through today,
    that'll be enough...

  20. Emina1 Emina1
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2015 12:55am UTC
    There is no such thing
    as being born into this world
    ALONE.

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