Dearest Hale_Storm18, So about a week ago (I just now remembered) I was at my new job, making small talk with one of the girls whom I work with. Her name is Sabrina btw. Anywhoo, we were talking and what not and all of a sudden she goes," So have you ever heard of Hale Storm?" My heart pretty much stopped. I slowly turned around to look her dead in the eye. "How do you know about Hale Storm?" and time kinda collapsed on itself while I was waiting for her to reply to my question. " Well...How do YOU know about Hale Storm?" Sabrina finally asked me. My whole world pretty much went up in flames at that moment. Here was a chick I barely knew and she was bringing up WP 'Famous' (whatever I think that is such a useless title) and I was standing there looking like I had just been hit by a bus, while holding a lamp might I add, and thinking of every single quote I've ever added on WP EVER. " Uh...you stalking me or anything brah?" I asked her casually and she got this funky look on her face, so I said, " Well, are you a wittian?" " A what?" " A wit-- wait, whats Hale Storm?" " You know...the band?" Sabrina was looking at me like I was a freak, and I was mortified. Hale Storm is a band, a band has the name Hale Storm, Sabrina wasnt even talking about WP she had no clue, but for me, it was like I had dodged a bullet. Hale_Storm18 as weird as it is, I pracitically had an almost (not quite) conversation about you with a stranger. Yours (On The Internet) Truly Sarah AKA InsertAliasHere
ATTENTION YEARBOOKERS Hey dudes, I need to talk to fellow members of their high schools yearbook staff (or if you already graduated but were previously on a yearbook committee) I tot's need advice. And a lil help. if you are in yearbook and you ignore this I hope all the picture crops go awry in your schools yearbook.
i hate it when im reading a shoujo manga and im like wait have i read this before? but all shoujo manga pretty much follow the same 4 guidlines so its like impossible to tell the difference other then the art itself so i end up reading the entire manga and at the last page im like oh...i just remembered i have actually read this well there goes 3 weeks of my life
Okay anybody that downs a comment is a little bxtch. if you dont agree with what somebody has to say then tell them like a man. Dont down the comment and run away. Justify it at least just so that person can see where youre comming from. I hate the comment likes and dislikes, its just another way for you guys to be little shxts to everyone you disagree with.
It had been one of those days. You worked. I was off, waiting for you to get home. Jacob was curled up in a ball around my legs and I was sitting on the floor with my back to the couch. Finishing a book. It was the best book I had read in a long, long time It's words sucked me in. The characters were me, and in some ways I lived through them. The pages had only ever been read by me, it was a brand new book when I bought it a week ago. But now the cover was worn and I broke the spine the way all good books deserve to be broken in. It was kind of a heartbreaking thought to put this book down. I didn't want to let it go, I didn't want for it to be over. It was so beautiful to me and I wanted it to last forever. It wasnt until I started hiccuping like a small child, when I realised I was crying. Sobbing. Uncontrollably. In a twisted sort of way this book had a hold of me the way some people in my life do. I gently placed it on the floor next to me and attempted to gain a solid grip on reality. Then I heard the keys jingle against the doorknob and I looked up just as you opened the door. You looked so confused at first. But as you took in my glasses, throw blanket and sleeping Jacob, your eyes trailed down to my book that I had placed cover side down. You quickly closed the door behind you. Put your coat on the hook. Slid off your shoes, and sat down in front of me. "Was it a sad one?" "No...It was a happy one." "Oh." Your face was so beautiful. Even now I still caught myself staring at it. The strong slope of your nose and your steady eyes always got to me. Your hair hung in your face and around your ears and I really wanted to reach and smooth it out. I wiped my tears off with the sleeve of my sweater and leaned forward on the heels of my feet to hug you around the neck. Inhaling deeply I can catch all scents of you. Your hair is always the strongest. I always smell it first. Then its your skin. One of my hand grips the back of your neck and the other is reached around, burried in your hair. Twirling it around my fingers has always been relaxing for me. As you hug me back all thoughts of my broken heart are gone. The words that shattered my world a few minutes ago dont mean anything now. Books were my first love. But you will be my last love. You lean back and look at me. "All better?" "All better. I love you." I mumble and look away, over your shoulder. Suddenly Im shy. You have that effect on me sometimes. You say," I love you more." as you run your index finger along the bridge of my nose.