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  1. onedreamonedirection onedreamonedirection
    posted a quote
    March 13, 2013 7:07pm UTC
    I can't tell him I love him because he thinks I moved on,
    I probably should,
    but instead I sit here,
    and think about all the good times we had,
    whenever someone says his name I can't help but break.

  2. Jade672 Jade672
    posted a quote
    March 8, 2013 8:39am UTC
    I think old fashioned is cute.
    I think kisses on the cheek & forehead, actual dinner dates and asking
    someone out in person is a lot more romantic. I don't think the guy
    should always make the first move, but I feel as if it's cuter if the
    guy asks out the girl rather than the other way round because it's
    been like that for so long. I liked it when the guy actually valued
    their girlfriend and called her 'sweetheart' instead of 'babe'.

  3. TheJealousOne TheJealousOne
    posted a quote
    February 22, 2013 6:51am UTC
    That moment when
    you realize you're being replaced

  4. BlackButterflies BlackButterflies
    posted a quote
    February 4, 2013 10:38pm UTC
    me: *signs in*
    me: oh that's a funny quote
    me: *fave*
    witty: you need to sign in to add this quote to your favourites
    me: go home witty, you're drunk.

  5. sarahmarlowXxx sarahmarlowXxx
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2013 1:55pm UTC
    *wakes up with one sock on*
    "whoa what a crazy night"

  6. jimmy365 jimmy365
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2013 11:57am UTC
    there is a difference
    between letting go and
    pretending you've forgotten
    f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  8. lovecrazy lovecrazy
    posted a quote
    January 20, 2013 11:45am UTC
    Do you ever wonder
    if when you're in public girls you've never met look at you and go "Wow, I wish I was as pretty as her." or if random guys think "Dang, I wish I knew her."
    Do you ever wonder
    if strangers look at you and think you're absolutely perfect?

  9. sarahmarlowXxx sarahmarlowXxx
    posted a quote
    January 23, 2013 5:04pm UTC
    Today a guy in my class told us that he's gay and wanted everyone to know because that's who he is.
    My teacher nodded and told us that if we had any other personal news to share, we should do it now...
    And this really quiet kid stood up, announced he was sexually attracted to owls, and then sat down.
    We aren't allowed to share personal things in class anymore.
    *tumblr*

  10. ThatsSoMeee ThatsSoMeee
    posted a quote
    January 20, 2013 4:09pm UTC
    I guess what scares me
    the most
    is knowing that at any moment,
    you could rip my heart out of my chest,
    tear it into pieces,
    throw it on the ground
    and stomp all over it.
    And that I’d just pick it up
    and hand it back to you.

  11. ThatsSoMeee ThatsSoMeee
    posted a quote
    January 20, 2013 4:14pm UTC
    I’m the girl who’s never
    been given a chance,
    the girls who’s always been single,
    who’s always had a crush on a guy that didn’t care.
    I’m the girl who hides her feelings,
    the girl who doesn’t know how to flirt,
    who’s always lying when the tears are falling.
    I’m the girl who wonders what’s wrong with her,
    who’s always thinking about what could have been.

  12. CupcakeeLuvah CupcakeeLuvah
    posted a quote
    January 24, 2013 9:02pm UTC
    Person: Hey, someone likes you.
    Me: Who?
    Person: I can't tell you.
    -Then don't tell me.

  13. Jessica♥* Jessica♥*
    posted a quote
    January 10, 2013 6:39pm UTC
    when you come up with
    a really clever quote
    but no one else seems to think so.
    f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5

  14. xxHelloLovelyxx xxHelloLovelyxx
    posted a quote
    December 30, 2012 7:22pm UTC
    Hold on to Him
    Chapter Nineteen
    “The Jackson’s are coming over for dinner tonight,” my mother announced. “We are going to share a nice Friday night dinner together. There’ll be no interruptions this time, correct?” she guaranteed, her eyes falling on me.
    I nodded. “Yup.”
    “Good,” she growled, “because you’re losing him.”
    “What are you talking about, ‘I’m losing him?’ We just went out on a date.”
    “I can tell he thinks you’re not interested.”
    “Mom,” I sighed, “the last time you saw him, you were drunk.”
    “Two glasses of wine and I’m drunk. Of course.”
    I rolled my eyes. “It’s my relationship. Not yours.”
    “Alright, Megs,” she sighed, “but do your best to hold on to him. I can only push you so far.”
    “Thank you,” I sighed.
    “What are you planning on wearing?”
    I shrugged. “Jeans and a shirt, like always.”
    “Like always,” she huffed. “I bet he’s getting bored.”
    “Mom!” I spat. “Really, stop!”
    “Stop what?”
    “This! What you’re doing! Stop trying to help me!”
    “If I don’t make sure this relationship works, who will?”
    “No one! No one will. Maybe because, oh, I don’t know, the relationship isn’t supposed to work?”
    “Megan, look at me. Just try.”
    “There are plenty of other rich men I can meet when I’m older.”
    “Just. Try,” she begged. “You’ve worked so hard.”
    “Okay,” I sighed, rolling my eyes, “but if it doesn’t work after tonight, he’s done. It’s over.”
    She bobbed her head. “Deal. But you have to try.”
    I stormed up to my room in order to begin getting ready, and as I began pulling my shades down, I noticed Justin in one of the windows. As he noticed me, he grinned, and held up a sign that said, “Come spend the night tonight?”
    I bit my lip and smiled at him, picking up the markers I had left at my window from the night before. “Can’t. Brandon.”
    “Want me to rescue you? ;)”
    “No, don’t. I’ll get slaughtered.”
    “K, well, I keep the doors locked,” he wrote, followed by another sign that said, “But my window’s always open.”
    Is it bad that I'm already almost done a story that I haven't even begun to post yet.
    By the way, there's only 5 chapters left. (:
    *I don't notify, please don't ask.*

  15. Jade672 Jade672
    posted a quote
    December 25, 2012 10:24am UTC
    I bet you thought,
    THIS WAS GOING TO BE ANOTHER STUPID LOVE QUOTE ABOUT THAT ONE GUY THAT IS ALWAUS ON YOUR MIND.
    WELL IT'S NOT. GET UP. MOVE ON.
    If he was too blind to see your beauty, that doesn't mean everyone else won't be able to.
    Show him what he's missing.
    Laugh a little louder . Smile a little brighter. Sing a little louder.
    Because there is someone out there for all of us. And obviously he isn't the one.

  16. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
    posted a quote
    December 21, 2012 11:39pm UTC
    trouble
    Chapter 35
    I stared at Travis with disbelief, as he slapped his pack of cigarettes down onto my palm.
    My lips parted, as I blinked unconsciously at the rectangular box that just fit in my hands.
    Travis looked away from me, before blowing out another gust of smoke.
    My heart was slowly sinking, as I felt myself holding in my breath.
    Did Travis honestly not care if took a smoke or not?
    After all this time I spent trying to convince Travis to cut off on the nicotine, he was actually going to let me take one myself?
    My blood began to boil, as I glared at Travis.
    I hastily went over to rip the cover off of the pack of cigarettes, as I shoved one in my mouth.
    It hasn't even been lit yet, and I hated the taste of it already.
    "Lighter." I demanded.
    Travis gave me a short glance, before letting out a deep breath of air.
    He reached into his pocket, taking out a solid black lighter.
    My heart was racing as the lighter was held closer and closer towards me, until it reached the tip of my cigarette.
    Travis hesitated, staring me dead in the eye.
    I didn't look away, afraid of showing weakness.
    "I'm not letting you do this." he sighed, before tossing the lighter off to the ground, sending it flying across the concrete.
    With one hard tug, he pulled the cigarette from my mouth, smushing it with his foot.
    "Is there something wrong with you?" he asked, his breath smelling of heavy smoke. "Why the hell in the right mind would you even consider smoking?"
    I glared at him, pushing his shoulder back so that he would back away from me.
    "Shut up, Travis." I hissed. "You should've let me had that one cigarette. I mean, it wouldn't kill me, would it?" I snapped, repeating the same words he used towards me weeks ago.
    Travis stared at me, long and hard.
    I saw his green orbs soften for just a short second, before they snapped back to being harsh and cold.
    "Riley, I care about you, that's all." he said lowly, sending shivers down my spine.
    I closed my eyes, pushing myself off the bench.
    I stared at him one last time with teary eyes, before shaking my head with a weak smile.
    "No, Travis." I whispered in a croaky tone. "You don't get to care about me."
    Before I got to see the reaction that Travis had, I turned my back on him.
    As my arms trembled by my sides, I walked away from him.
    One, two, three, four, fiv-
    A strong force pulled me backwards, as I felt my lips being pressed against Travis'.
    I didn't have to open my eyes to see who it was; I could tell by the smokey mint scent that Travis always had on him.
    His soft and warm lips morphed against mine, as he kissed me with need.
    I didn't know what to do but to kiss him back and wrap my arms around him, as he pulled my closer to his chest.

  17. sammy* sammy*
    posted a quote
    December 21, 2012 7:24pm UTC
    Do you still like him?
    I don't want to.
    But you do...
    Always.

  18. ThatsSoMeee ThatsSoMeee
    posted a quote
    December 19, 2012 4:22pm UTC
    your first love
    isn’t always the first person you kiss,
    or the first person you date.
    Your first love is the person you will always
    compare everyone
    The person that you will never truly get over,
    even when you have convinced yourself
    that you’ve moved on.

  19. xxHelloLovelyxx xxHelloLovelyxx
    posted a quote
    December 17, 2012 9:10pm UTC
    Hold on to Him
    Chapter Six
    “How was school?” Mom asked Joey and I as soon as we walked through the door.
    “Good,” we responded in unison as we put our backpacks down in the living room.
    “Okay, awesome, since you both had such good days, I have to ruin it a little. You need to clean the entire first floor by 6:30 tonight,” she announced.
    “Why?” Joey and I both snipped.
    “We’re having the Jackson’s over for dinner.”
    “Oh. My. God,” I moaned, and Joey shot a teasing smile at me.
    “Ooh,” he scoffed, “Megan has a date with Brandon.”
    “Shut up, Joey,” I hissed, pushing his shoulder. “I do not.”
    “You do too,” my mother told me, standing in the hallway. “I want you to shower and dress nicely for him. Wear that dress we bought last week. We need to impress these people, Meg, and you need to get Brandon’s attention.”
    “I’ve already got his attention,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I don’t want it, though.”
    “Megan,” Mom moaned, placing her hands on my shoulders, “You don’t understand how good this boy could be for you. I mean, he’s handsome, he’s rich, and he’s sweet—“
    “No, he’s not, Mom. He’s an absolute jerk.”
    She tilted her head at me. “I think you’re over exaggerating.”
    “Over exaggerating or not, Mom, I don’t want to date him. It’s not going to happen.”
    “Look,” Mom told me, more sternly this time, “take the advice from someone who’s been there, and date this boy. I don’t care how much you dislike him, you need to date him. You won’t regret it when he inherits his father’s stock options and beach houses and—“
    “Mom, I’m a junior in high school,” I told her, laughing. “You’re being ridiculous.” I shook her hands from my body and stepped towards the stairs.
    “I’m being ridiculous?” she demanded, following close behind me. “You have the perfect guy wrapped around your finger, and you’re turning him down! Now tell me who sounds ridiculous!”
    “Your daughter hates the boy you’re trying to force her into dating because he has money. Who sounds ridiculous now?”
    She clenched her teeth at me. “You’ll regret this, Megan, and I’ll be standing right here, waiting to say, ‘I told you so.’”
    “Well, Mom, you’ll be waiting a long time. Because honestly, I don’t live with regrets.”
    My day went like this;
    Got home, showered, went on Witty, went to my brother's basketball practice (expecting my crush to be there because his little brother is on the team) but my crush wasn't there so I talked to his little brother instead.
    This leaves me at 9:00 and no homework even started.
    Kill me. Actually kill me.
    *I don't notify, please don't ask.*
    *FRIENDLY REMINDER: MY BEST FRIEND ELIZABETH'S AKA thesweetestmoments' BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW AND SINCE SHE IS THE GREATEST PERSON ALIVE YOU SHOULD WISH HER A HAPPY 16th.*

  20. xxHelloLovelyxx xxHelloLovelyxx
    posted a quote
    December 15, 2012 4:34pm UTC
    Hold on to Him
    Chapter Three
    Joey and I kicked the snow as we walked down the street. “This is stupid,” he moaned.
    “What’s stupid?”
    “Making us go to school right after a snowstorm.”
    I rolled my eyes, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder. I tried my hardest to keep my balance while walking down the icy road as cars slid past us. Without warning, my feet glided out from under me, and flew above my head, and before I could blink, I was on my back, having slipped on the ice. My backpack cushioned my fall.
    From behind me, I heard someone laughing hysterically, so I whirled my head around to find Justin standing in his driveway, a bag of trash in his hands, laughing at me.
    Slightly embarrassed, I stood up and dusted the snow off of my pants, and glanced up to find him walking over to me. “What are you doing out this early?” he asked me.
    “School,” I mumbled, another piece of my pride ripped from me.
    “Oh, oh that’s right,” he laughed, somewhat mocking me. “You’re in high school.”
    I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away from him, despite the fact that I loved looking at his perfection. His tousled auburn ringlets and golden speckled eyes went hand in hand so perfectly it was sublime.
    “Hey,” he hummed, grabbing my arm quickly, and I was thankful to have an excuse to look back into his eyes.
    “What?” I hissed, at this point, hoping I was playing hard-to-get.
    He smiled faintly, and released my wrist. “You look pretty with makeup on.”
    I gasped and stepped back a little, taken aback by his compliment. “Well, thanks.”
    He shook his head. “No problem.”
    I waved to signal goodbye, but as I rounded the corner to the bus stop, I realized no one was there, and panicked because I realized I’d missed it.
    “Sh.t,” I murmured, turning quickly and skipping back to Justin’s driveway. He was by the garage, ready to go in, and I didn’t have time to chase him. “Justin!” I called, running down the driveway after him.
    “Woah!” he called as I collided with him after slipping once again on some ice. Even though the two conversations I’d had with this boy were very brief, I still loved the feeling of his arms around me more than anyone else’s. “Don’t slip again.”
    I brought my face up to his, and then realized how inappropriate it was for my body to be pressed against his, so I backed away. “Sorry.”
    He grinned at me. “What?”
    “Can I get a ride to school?”
    He laughed shortly. “What will I get out of this?”
    I shrugged. “The satisfaction of knowing you helped a girl arrive to her Spanish class on time.”
    He shook his head and snarled his lip. “Nah, not good enough.”
    I sighed, rolled my head, and shrugged a hip with my arms crossed across my chest. “Well then what can I do for you?”
    “Here’s a deal,” he offered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let me take you out on a date, and I’ll give you a ride.”
    How do you look into the eyes of a terrified child and still have the guts to pull the trigger? That's 20 children dead. 20 futures, 20 beautiful people. 20 possible world-changes, 20 families without a child. 40 parents who have lost the most special thing in their life, who will never get to tuck their children into bed again. They'll never see them laugh, see them grow up, see them graduate. Never see them raise families of their own. Never teach them how to drive. Never watch them fall in love or get to walk them down the aisle. Never even get to say "I love you" or even get to say goodbye.
    I wonder how you write an obituary for someone who has not yet lived. Someone who has not had the time to accomplish anything, and then 19 more. I wonder how the police officers can look at and identify the bodies. The little lifeless innocent children that just 2 days ago were so filled with potential. How do you do that? How do you look at them?
    Rest in peace to the 20 beautiful angels who never got to see today. I don't believe in a God, but I'll pray for your families. I don't know what I'm praying to, but I'll pray for you.  The streets of Connecticut will be riddled with an army of angels today.
    *I don't notify, please don't ask.*
    *Pray for Newtown.*

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