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hello, im amanda. 
im fourteen years young, and im in the middle of a tragedy. love is not simple or hard, soft nor rough, kind nor mean, happy or sad, love is not perfect or imperfect, but a blend of everything. my brain is forcing my  heart to understand things that it isnt ready for, im about to explode. 




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  1. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    March 4, 2012 6:06pm UTC
    THERE IS NOW A "TOP THIS HOUR" OPTION ON TOP QUOTES. check it out!

  2. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    February 23, 2012 1:48pm UTC
    hey everyone, i need your help!
    i need ideas to draw, be creative!

  3. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    January 28, 2012 11:48pm UTC
    winter comes and summer forgets me.

  4. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    January 28, 2012 11:45pm UTC
    winter comes and summer forgets me.

  5. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    December 17, 2011 6:26pm UTC
    Why
    Dylan pulled away. “Dylan,” I started to say; but I didn’t finish, I couldn’t find the words. I knew that after this weekend, I had no chances of ever seeing him again. He sighed. “I know Morgan. This isn’t realistic, I live in Florida.” I wanted to cry. After knowing this boy for 2 hours, I loved him. He was relentless but peaceful and wouldn’t leave me alone. He took my camera out of me hands and snapped a picture of me. That’s when I started caring about how I looked; I took the camera and looked at the picture. Hideous. “Dylan, I’m deleting this.” I said unfairly, and insulting his work. “No Morgan, keep it. Please” I stood up and started walking away slowly. He jogged up to me and asked, “Where are you going?” I pointed back towards the direction I had run from. He just stared at me. “Can’t you stay? This whole thing is like a dream to me and I don’t want to go to bed because finally, this is better than my dreams. Please don’t leave.” I stopped walking and turned to face him. He had tears in his eyes, and I didn’t really know what to do; so I walked over to him and hugged him as tight as my weak arms could. He hugged me back, and unbelievably we had fit together perfectly and it felt so right. But I couldn’t let myself fall for him, he was gone in the matter of 2 days.
    Sorry its so short today. Any suggesions to make this any better?

  6. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    December 15, 2011 6:22pm UTC
    Why
    I took a few photos and tried to keep my distance from Dylan, but each step I took away, he took two steps closer, and soon he was so close we were practically touching. I can’t really say that I didn’t like it. He grabbed my hand, but I snatched it back, making my drop my pops’ camera into the sand. “DYLAN!” I yelled so loud I was sure that I woke every one up. The seconds that he starred at me seemed like hours. Finally he dropped to his knees and picked up my pops’ camera and slowly and nervously stood up. He then handed it to me ever so gently. Terror started to take over my senses, my eyes fluttered as I started to realize I might have just lost my only connection to my grandfather due to a stupid boy that I met on the beach at midnight. That’s when I felt Dylan’s cold but smooth hand wipe away a tear trickling from my eye. I pushed his hand away and ran. I didn’t know where I was running to, or when I was going to stop, I guess whenever my legs decided to stop carrying me along. I took out my phone and looked at the time, 12:57. I had no idea where I was, but somehow I felt safe along the ridges of the water. I sat down on the rocks and thought about pops. He was short and chubby, but he made the best pillow when I was little, he was always there for me when my parents weren’t, he was my best friend. And I had to lose him due to a stranger’s recklessness, just like I lost his camera, the last connection we had. There was a gentile tap on my shoulder. I slowly but knowingly turned around to find Dylan. He was slouching and his shoulders hung forward as thought he was scared. He opened up his backpack and handed my pops’ camera to me. “It still works Morgan.” He said, his voice filled with sorrow. “Dylan, I-“ I started but never finished. I took the vintage camera from his delicate hands and turned around again. “You have some amazing pictures on there you know, you should become a photographer.” His words gave me hope; he was the first person to ever see my photos, being that I kept my passion a secret. The only other person that knew was pops, but that’s why he gave me his camera, and my secret died with him. Until now, of course. I turned around and snapped a photo of Dylan. This was only a weekend camping trip, and I had to remember Dylan in my later days somehow, being that a relationship couldn’t start or be maintained in the matter of a weekend. Wait, relationship? What am I thinking? I mean, sure, Dylan has beautiful hazel eyes and a perfect smile, and soft hands...soft hands? I was surly losing myself there. “Morgan, It’s getting kind of late.” He seemed worried all of a sudden, which in turn worried me. I took out my phone to see it was almost 1:30. Had we really been sitting together that long? I must have been thinking to myself for at least ten minutes. Why didn’t Dylan leave? What importance am I to him? Why do I ask myself so many questions? “Morgan, hello?” confusion was in Dylan’s voice. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. He sat down next to me on the rock, even though there was plenty of room, he sat as close to me as possible. He nudged me with his shoulder. “So Morgan, I see you don’t really talk that much.” He was right. I was shy, and if anything, the complete opposite of outgoing. “Where are you from Dylan?” I asked as kindly as possible for me, being that I can be bitter if I please. “Tampa.” He said, bluntly. “Tampa? Tampa, Florida?” I said shocked, why was he in Long Island then? “Haha, I know, ‘what am I doing in Long Island’ my mother lives in Great River, and I visit each summer, we camp here often.” I nodded, accepting his answer to my unstated question. “And how about you Morgan? Where are you from?” I thought. Hypothetically, where are we all from? Who knows, and I’m sure that no one really actually cares as long as they are where they are now. “Bay Shore.” Dylan just stared at me. I wondered what was going through his head. I wasn’t even sure what was going through my own head. He leaned closer to me, suddenly. He breathed on my neck, was I supposed to just sit there? I don’t even know this guy; I don’t even know how old he is. He kissed my jawbone, below my ear. I just sat there like a loser as I let him kiss me. Why was I letting him? I turned my head towards him and he kissed my lips. I certainly was not expecting that, but I didn’t fight against it. As much of a stranger as Dylan was to me, he was the most attractive guy I had seen in a long time.

  7. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    December 14, 2011 8:10pm UTC
    Why
    It was a stormy night where and Morgan her family were camping. The sound of the waves only grew louder and louder as they crashed harder and harder against the rocks. Around midnight, the storm let up, Morgan loved the beach so she bundled up and quietly made her way outside before her parents could notice she was gone. She grabbed her grandfathers’ camera and headed down to the sea, but before she could make it half way, she saw a light in the distance. Morgan was a shy girl, she usually kept to herself and a few close friends. If there was anything Morgan hated, it was strangers, especially at almost one in the morning
    Well, the storm finally calmed down a bit, so I’m going to take pops’ camera and head down to the water, hopefully, all goes well.
    “Hello..?” I said, hesitantly and I might add that I didn’t receive a response. The light grew closer and closer as I stayed frozen by fright. Every step my heart started to beat faster and faster and before long I realized the light was running toward me. I was too scared to move. Then suddenly, it stopped, no more than five feet away. The light was too bright and prevented me from seeing the figure that was very rudely shinning it directly in my eyes. It took a step, my heart started to race again, and my eyes grew wide. Another step, I must be seeing things, I told myself. Another step. RUN MORGAN RUN. I couldn’t move. The light flickered off, and there he was, about six inches from my face. I honestly don’t think anything has ever scared me so much. “Oh, you aren’t Kathy. Who are you?” I was shy, but I was feisty, “You know, I could be asking you the same question.” I said in such a nasty tone I wish I could have taken it back. “Uh, sorry. I’m Dylan, and –“ “Who’s Kathy?” why did I even ask? “Haha, okay, who are you?” he asked, a lot kinder then I had been. “Morgan.” I said in a tone so childlike, I thought I might have scared him off, but me? Scare a guy like the off? Sick joke. He just stood there, starring at me. His eyes were soft hazel, and I also realized he had a light brown head of beautifully flowing hair. “Is there something I could help you with, or would you like to continue starring..?” I was so rude to a person I didn’t even know. What is wrong with me? “Oh, you know, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize. Why are you even out this late?” he said, seemingly genuinely curious, so I told him “I love the beach, and the ocean…so I decided to come take some pictures with this” I showed him my pops’ camera and he looks amazed. “May I join you?” he asked. But I didn’t respond, I just walked further towards the ocean to continue with my own business, hoping he would continue with his. He didn’t. he paced behind me and stood next to me as I took photos. He smelled delicious. Then my mind started playing games with me, I suddenly started to wonder if he had a girlfriend, and who Kathy was, and if he thought I was cute, but why did he stay was a question that would be forever unanswered.

  8. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    December 14, 2011 7:09pm UTC
    i was thinking of writting a love story. i have sonme ideas so far, but if i get enough faves i'll post the first chapter later, thanks!<3
    ps. if you guys dont like the first chapter, let me know and ill just stop writing

  9. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    December 13, 2011 4:06pm UTC
    I'm the girl everyone thought was happy,
    I couldn't be any more depressed at this point.
    Someone please help me.

  10. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    December 12, 2011 8:20pm UTC
    YOU SAID
    until death do us part,
    But baby when you left,
    That was the death of my heart.
    i loved you, but it just wasnt our fate.

  11. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    November 30, 2011 11:28pm UTC
    k brandoncyrus, cute picture.
    loljk, thats a little uncalled for.

  12. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    November 14, 2011 9:42pm UTC
    Can everyone just drop the whole brandoncyrus thing? BIG DEAL. Who cares if he has top quotes, maybe you're jealous? Who knows. Who cares if hes cocky. I'm sick of only seeing quotes about him. You do you, and he'll do him.
    jesus christ. just everyone mind your own buisness. vent if you need to, everyones going to listen/help, but theres no need to start problems.

  13. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    October 2, 2011 12:51pm UTC
    /////////////////////////
    * turn your face to the sun,
    and the shadows fall behind you. ;♥
    nmf

  14. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    October 2, 2011 12:41pm UTC
    I'll stop the whole
    when i hear his name.
    world from turning into a
    monster.
    nmf

  15. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    September 27, 2011 9:32pm UTC
    An eye for an eye
    makes the whole world blind ♥
    format credit to the amazing missanna

  16. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    August 13, 2011 11:47pm UTC
    Please read!
    yesterday, my uncle Steve was killed in a car accident. I know what you thinking, this is fake, and for likes. well its not. I'm crying my eyes out while I'm typing this. my uncle and i were very close, and he has two little boys the ages of 5 and 7 and a wife. imagine your husband there, then suddenly not. he was stopped at a draw bridge and there was a big box truck stopped in from of him, he was in a small car. an emergency vehicle was racing to an open draw bridge and didn't slow down or stop or anything. just rammed right into the back of my uncles little car. my uncles car was pushed under the box truck, and was killed on impact. the car afterwards couldn't even be identified. no one else was hurt. but my uncle had to suffer for someone else's faulty. now i lost my uncle, my aunt lost her everything and his kids lost their dad. my grandpa lost his son, and my parents lost a brother. my cousin lost his god father. everyone lost someone, yet the same person. i don't want to go through depression again, but its happening. and i don't think I'll make it a second time. my uncle was an amazing person and didn't need this.
    if you actually read this, thank you.

  17. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    August 7, 2011 6:21pm UTC
    I'm so glad
    that i met you.

  18. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    August 5, 2011 2:01am UTC
    I told myself that love was wrong,
    but then i met him.

  19. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    August 3, 2011 12:22am UTC
    my mind,
    has suddenly changed.

  20. aprofera aprofera
    posted a quote
    July 31, 2011 8:12pm UTC
    I Hate Relationships.

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