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SpoonfulOfSugar

Status: WOOT

Member Since: 11 Oct 2012 04:03pm

Last Seen: 22 May 2013 10:31pm

Birthday: March 6

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Gender: F

user id: 334159

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Thanks for stopping by my profile.  A little about me...

Nora.FINALLY16.Sophomore.USA
 
I love Ed Sheeran... like, there would be no hesitation if he asked me to marry him.  YES.

I used to be obsessed with JB, and loved One Direction until my sister started obsessing.  They are  so last May.

I had a boyfriend.... once.  And maybe he shouldn't even be called that...

I used to cut and be suicidal (it was rough and I get it.)

I hate excersize, homework, and Quinn Milligan.

I love to read and listen to music.

I usually have no life.

The only reason I want to have a sweet 16 is because my best friend had one and basically got type 2 diabetes from all the candy she got.  And I'm jealous.

I used to not get along with my parents and sometimes still don't.

I don't want to go to college yet I do.

On my 18th birthday, I'm getting my cartiledge pierced and I'm getting a tattoo.

My favorite song ever is "Give Me Love" by (of course) the lovely Ed Sheeran.
  1. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    May 22, 2013 10:33pm UTC
    inadequacy plagues my life

  2. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2013 12:09pm UTC
    IT'S OKAY TO
    have cat hair on your Ed Sheeran tee

  3. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    March 15, 2013 8:15pm UTC
    Never Felt This Way
    ~chapter 1~
    I am walking around the mall when in front of the music store, I see Justin. He is sitting at a table with two of his friends, Joe and Mark, watching their other friends Ben and Matt in the window of the music store jam out on an electric guitar and bass. I can tell both of them haven’t gotten any better in the two months I haven’t seen them.
    My heart skips a beat when I see Justin, and before I can think, my body acts, and I’m sitting behind him on a chair with my arms around his strong shoulders and my chin resting on top of his shoulder.
    “Hi,” I say. I realize how much I missed feeling his strong body under mine, the ripple of his muscles, and the way he sat and showed me how much he loved me. He’s not relaxed now; in fact he’s tense with the stranger on his back.
    “Who-?” he turns around and catches sight of my face. “Laura. What are you doing here?”
    “Aren’t I allowed to hang out at the mall?” I respond, trying to be confident.
    “Yeah… I guess I wasn’t expecting to have your arms around me again, I guess.” I choose not to respond to this comment because I don’t know what to say.
    “Justin,” I say, just to say it, trying to make it like it used to be. He turns his face to meet mine over his shoulder. I lean in for a kiss, but when he realizes the close proximity of my mouth and his, he quickly looks away, leaving me wanting him more. “I miss you, J.”
    “Not right now, Laura. This isn’t the time or the place,” he tells me. He pries my arms off of him and I scoot around to the side of him.
    “Justin, I’m sorry,” I say.
    “I just said it’s not the time,” he replies, not looking at me.
    “There is no ‘right time’ to talk about this. We need to talk now. Now turn your chair towards me. We have to work this out. How we left this, how we left ‘us’ wasn’t okay,” I tell him. I try to pull his chair towards me, but I can’t because my arms are too weak.
    “I don’t want to, right now,” he says.
    “We need to.” I look him in the eyes and try to tell him it’ll be alright. I can see the pain in his eyes that I caused.
    He slowly turns his chair towards mine, and he looks me in the eyes. I scoot close enough so we are touching knees and I grab his hands.
    “Don’t worry, J. I’m not going to hurt you,” I try to calm him down, but I can see I didn’t help. He doesn’t trust me, and he has good reason not to.
    “What is this talk about?” he asks nervously.
    “This is about what we used to be. This is what we do in my family to work things out. When we’re not yelling of course,” I say, trying to lighten the mood, but he doesn’t smile or even acknowledge my funny joke. “We start by saying what the other did to make each other mad or angry or frustrated. Want to go first?”
    “How about you go first so I know what’s happening?” he suggests. He just wants to avoid this talk.
    “You made me frustrated when I thought I felt you pulling away. It was killing me that you only talked about that other girl. I just wanted you because… I have never felt this way before, and I was angry that you weren’t showing that back. And it really hurt, Justin.” I’m starting to tear up and I can’t help it. Dammit. There’s no way to stop the tears now. “It really hurt because I loved you, in fact, I still love you.”
    I can’t look him in the eye, but I can tell he gets it because he squeezes my hands.
    “I–” His voice cracks. He clears his throat. “I was frustrated when you only said that you loved me twice. I felt as if you didn’t respect me after those 6 months and I didn’t get it. I started talking about that girl to make you jealous. Honestly, she’s and awful, dirty, bitchy hoe trying to get me in her pants. And I was frustrated, but I wanted you to be jealous. And I am so sorry, because I love you too. You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met. I love you so much and I think that’s what scared me- how much I cared about you.” He is crying now too, and won’t look me in the eyes.
    “Now we apologize for everything we did,” I say quietly. “I’ll go first. Justin, I’m sorry for shying away from you. Every day since our last, it haunted me that I hadn’t said ‘I love you’ more. I never wanted you to be afraid. I am so sorry. And I hope you’ll forgive me.”
    “I’m sorry for talking about her and making you jealous. I missed you so much,” he replies. We stand up and hug and I realize how true his last statement was. I missed him so much. I missed feeling his arms around me, keeping me safe. He is always so gentle and caring, but yet I can tell exactly how he feels and what he wants just from a look or the way he touches me. I can tell how much the last two months hurt him through his hug. It’s tight and he buried his face him my shoulder. I don’t want to let him go, but I start to think of what we look like, standing in the middle of a mall crying and holding each other like we’re never going to see each other again. I finally pull away a little bit and gently press my lips to his, and feel the sparks, like the first time me kissed.
    *hey thanks for reading! this is a short story that i came up with in a dream so I want to post it just to hear what you guys think. please read and share. THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL, more to come*

  4. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    March 15, 2013 6:54pm UTC
    help.
    I can’t see
    it hurts so badly
    my world is falling down in shreds
    around my head.
    it is killing me slowly
    eat away at me
    tearing out my humanity
    until all I feel is
    nothing
    wishing to sleep
    and never wake up
    wishing a thought would come through
    wishing someone would call
    wake up!
    wake up!
    but no call comes
    lost
    stranded
    helpless
    alone
    afraid
    ALONE
    trying
    struggling
    cutting?
    what’s that
    one scrape
    two scratch
    try to feel something
    three bloody scratches
    -what’s that on your ankle
    your hip
    your arm
    what does that say?
    my arm flys to cover the space
    between my hand and my elbow
    but for some reason
    even my hand isn’t big enough to hide the pain
    tears
    cuts
    blood
    one scratch
    somebody save me
    two scratch
    see past my smile and into my eyes
    you’ll see the pain there
    three scratch
    I just want to feel something
    anything.
    see past that smile
    SEE me
    don’t just look at me because it doesn’t count
    somebody notice
    somebody care
    somebody help me
    before
    i
    break

  5. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    March 15, 2013 6:20pm UTC
    Life needs you to stop being boring. That's right, you! Boring is easy, but you're better than that.
    -kid president

  6. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    March 10, 2013 11:14pm UTC
    Give Me Love
    ~chapter 1~
    I am waiting in fromt of a resteraunt in London, a couple blocks from my flat. I'm rather impatient. It took me two hours to get ready fro this dinner with Ed. He told me he booked a reservation at a super fancy resteraunt, so I tied my black hair in a bun and put on my best classy-but-still-sexy party dress.
    C'mon Ed, come on! I think, because it seems like I've been waiting here for hours, and these heels are starting to bother me. I check my watch. I'm still 5 minutes early. Dammit!
    I keep watching and finally I see a read head bobbing towards me. I can tell he tried to dress up; he has a pair of not-so-distressed jeans on with a hole in only one knee, and he has a tee shirt on, but he threw on a blazer over top, and he looks pertty dressy for a guy who usually wears hoodies. His hair seems extra messed up in cute way. As I watch, he runs a hand through his hair and looks up from his feet.
    "Mitch! You look gorgeous," he tells me. I don't know why, since I've been living in England for 6 months now, but his accent catches me off guard and I feel the "protection wall" as Janie calls it, falling down in pieces.
    "Thanks, Ed. You look quite smashing yourself." I think I see him blush.
    He opens the door for the resteraunt. "After you, my bird."
    "Why thank you, sir," I say, grinning as I walk in. He gently guides me with his hand on the small of my back. Normally, I find this gesture creepy, probably because only creepy people have done it to me. However, when he touches me, I feel sparks, and it feels really fantastic. We are seated at a table. The first thing the waiter asks is if I would like wine.
    It seems strange to me, yet I have to remind myself that I'm in England and I'm 18, so I'm legally old enough to have wine. I don't go out much.
    "Something red and sweet," I say.
    "Yes, madame," the waiter replies, sauntering off.
    "So what is this whole marriage thing?" I ask Ed, and I think he's been wondering the same thing.
    "Honestly, I have no idea. I've been asking myself all day, 'Bloody hell, what have I done?' But when I saw you again, I wasn't so afraid anymore," he says.
    "I've been thinking the same. What I decided is that we need some guide lines, or basic rule we're going to abide by, if we're going to say we're going to get married, or we're engaged," i reply.
    "Like what?" he asks.
    "Like, we need some time to make sure we could spend the rest of our lives with each other, that we like each other enough to get married," I say. He seems a little less confused.
    "So it's like an arranged marriage," he confirms.
    "Yeah. We got ourselves into an arranged marriage," I say.
    "You prompted the question," he tells me.
    "I know. But you didn't have to ask," I reply.
    "But you made me curious," he says.
    "You don't have to give into your curisoity," I tell him. This game is fun, and most of the time, I win.
    "Okay. Fine. So what if we set a 'time limit' sort of thing. That's the wrong word. But we could look at how things are going in, say, 6 months, and then we'll check to see if we want to wait longer, call it off, or go ahead with the plans of getting married," he suggests.
    "That sounds perfect. I'm so excited! What sgould we refert to each other as? Like, girlfriend-boyfriend or fiance or man-friend - woman-friend?" I ask.
    "I think fiance. Afterall, we are planning on getting married, are we not?" he asks, smiling.
    "We are. I really like you, Ed. you're so sweet," I tell him. The waiter brings me my wine and a beer for Ed.
    "Cheers!" I say. "To us!"
    **authors note: so thanks for reading. i hope you all enjoy! let me know who reads by likes and comments on what you like and stuff, and i can notify if you want, just comment below!
    THANKS FOR READING!!**

  7. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    March 6, 2013 11:30am UTC
    Mid-week birthdays always suck.

  8. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 27, 2013 4:37pm UTC
    There was an error adding your comment. Control your excitement!

  9. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 24, 2013 4:34pm UTC
    I might have let you go
    But I'm not over you.

  10. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 20, 2013 3:26pm UTC
    I like my coffee like I like I like my men.
    IN A CUP.

  11. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 14, 2013 1:25pm UTC
    I gave myself the best
    Valentine's present ever!
    An iPad Mini!
    Beat that future boyfriend!

  12. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 13, 2013 3:47pm UTC
    I put my dignity on in
    the form of
    PANTS

  13. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 12, 2013 7:14pm UTC
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    -William W. Purkey

  14. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 11, 2013 4:21pm UTC
    I choose not to participate in Valentine's Day.

  15. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2013 10:28pm UTC
    Dear Witty,
    I'm tired of the political statements. It doens't matter on Witty. This is not a political website, so stop saying politcal stuff. Just don't keep your statements about abortion, gun control, and things like that TO YOURSELF.
    Thanks,
    Annoyed Wittian

  16. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2013 5:59pm UTC
    A girl is standing in a coffeeshop. A familiar looking man is standing in front of her, when suddenly, she realizes it's Ed Sheeran. One thing leads to another, and he asks her to marry him, maybe as a joke, but maybe not.
    Read
    GIVE ME LOVE
    for more of this story

  17. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2013 5:55pm UTC
    Give Me Love
    -Prologue-
    I stand in line to get coffee. As I look around the coffeehouse, nothing seems out of the ordinary, however, I feel something isn't quite right, but maybe not in a bad way.
    The man in front of me has red messy hair and is wearing a worn red sweatshirt.
    The coffeehouse smells nice - a mixture of fresh baked pastries and coffee. My phone rings and surprises me, because I must have forgot to turn it off.
    The man in front of me turns around and I get a glance of the side of his face, and it looks strikingly familiar.
    I answer my phone - it's my best friend Janie. She just wanted to ask a question about something random. I answer, but my mind is on the guy in front of me. I swear I've seen him somewhere before.
    Finally, it's almost my turn to order. The redhead in front of me begins speaking. His voice surprises me, lovely and musical, almost like he's singing, with a strong British accent. I sneak a look at him again and it registers.
    "Ed Sheeran!" My voice carries louder than i want it to, and he turns around, startled.
    "Sorry," I say.
    "It's okay. Hey, can i buy you a coffee?" he asks. I'm beginning to be flustered. Ed Sheeran is offering to buy me a coffee.
    "Sure, I guess. I'm a huge fan of your music by the way," I say. I feel really awkward all of a sudden, like I don't have control of my mouth.
    "I'm a fan of... you. I mean, you're really pretty." Oh my god! He thinks I'm pretty!
    I laugh awkwardly. "You know, I was telling my firends the other day about you. I was saying how, if you ever asked me to marry you, my answer would have no hesitation." Oh my god, I cannot believe I said that.
    "Oh yeah? What's your answer?" He asks, sounding slightly bemused.
    "Well, you'd have to ask me if you wanted to know." I am not in control. I have no idea what I am doing!
    "Will you marry me?"
    "Yes."
    What the heck is happening?
    "Wait," I say. "Are you serious?"
    "Maybe. You want to have dinner later to discuss it?" He asks.
    "Yes. I would love to."
    *i hope you guys like it! If you do, fav, tell your friends, family, and everyone you know! i can notify if you want, I just need 10 favs to continue the story. THANKS FOR READING!!*
    BY NORA

  18. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 7, 2013 8:11pm UTC
    If Ed Sheeran ever asked me to marry him, there would be no hesitation in my answer.
    YES.

  19. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    February 4, 2013 10:10pm UTC
    GOING TO AN ED SHEERAN CONCERT TOMORROW!!!!!

  20. SpoonfulOfSugar SpoonfulOfSugar
    posted a quote
    January 28, 2013 9:31pm UTC
    Here I am and I stand so tall,
    just the way I'm supposed to
    be
    <3

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