My name is Morganne Khristina Whittaker, but my friends call me Ablo, MoMo or Morgie. My mum calls me Morganne Kritina, but call me that and you're dead. *watchesyou*
Anyway... I live in the beautiful Island of
Yeah... It's Awesome.
The world was blessed with my presence on February 11th, 1999 which makes me a whole 14 years.
I have a Gay best friend. BE JELLY... you know you are. :] And he's the most awesome best friend ever. He gave me a green teddybear.
I love music. It is my life! I'm a parawhore and a Directioner. I'm also A killjoy (though they are no more) and forever will love My Chemical Romance. I also Love Panic! at the Disco, Evanescene and Ed Sheeran, plus a whole list of others. I also love writing, poems especially. I hope one day to be a published author or actress. But I also want to be a lawyer. *sigh* Descisions, Descisions.
(My aunt and I giving a toast to my parents at their anniversary)
Tis my cousins, my sister and I (aren't we adorable?)
Morganne* posted a quote
December 29, 2013 1:47pm UTC
It's like, I find it so hard to trust people but then I'm like "Maybe they're not so bad?" and decide to trust them but they always hurt me and then I'm like, "This is why I don't trust people" and I'm just so stupid and I hate myself sometimes
Morganne* posted a quote
August 16, 2013 5:42pm UTC
Me: To be my boyfriend you must Me: be as swift as a coursing river Me: With all the force of a great typhoon Me: With all the strength of a raging fire Me: Mysterious as the dark side of the moon Bestfriend: This is why boys don't like you
To all of you contemplating suicide tonight: Little-Big Girl, do you remember me? When you were five and we went to the beach? You were shy and you held me close, And mommy had to sew on back my nose. Little-Big Girl, do you remember me? When youu were learning to cross the street? You squuezed my stuffing and held my hand And picture us in a faraway land Little-Big Girl, do you remember me? That day I watched yo slit your wrists and you bled all over the sink? You lost a lot of blood, you had had enough He told you he loved you, then broke your trust Little-Big Girl, do you remember me? Let's backtrack a bit to the first day of grade three. You cried twice that day because you skinned your knee And the pretty blonde girl called you ugly. Little-Big Girl, do you remember me? You took your life because you were so lonely And now we're six fee under Your mother is crying Your sister can't help but wonder Your dad's a mess Your brother was worse When your body had lain in that hearse But Little-Big Girl we're now under the earth And here we'll await your second birth. mine