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  1. MyWittyProfile MyWittyProfile
    posted a quote
    February 9, 2013 5:56pm UTC
    Sometimes I see a hot gay kid and I get really sad because he's gay and unavailable.

  2. smile_yourBeautiful smile_yourBeautiful
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:01am UTC
    Teahcer: Write three wishes
    Me:(Looks at friend), One Direction backstage VIP tickets.
    Friend:(Shows me her paper)
    We wrote the same thing.
    True story<3

  3. Cayla_Alexindra Cayla_Alexindra
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:02am UTC
    Tonight, I'm in that mood
    Where i'm going to update my Witty,
    Like it's my Twitter.
    Be Ready?

  4. EMAsayNAY99 EMAsayNAY99 happy birthday!
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:04am UTC
    What was I thinking.
    It can't be that easy.
    This isn't a fairytale.

  5. Narry Narry
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:04am UTC
    "Seeing Niall cry is horrible.
    There should be a law to stop Niall crying."
    -Harry Styles

  6. MissAnna MissAnna
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:04am UTC
    i just remembered
    that time you put your head on my lap and you sighed sadly.
    I KNOW YOU'RE OLDER THAN I AM, BUT I REMEMBER SAYING SOMETHING
    like, "Even grown up boys need to be babied sometimes." And I kissed
    YOUR FOREHEAD » LIKE YOUR MOM USED TO DO.

  7. Cayla_Alexindra Cayla_Alexindra
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:06am UTC
    When guys make you feel,
    Like you're just not good enough.
    Or like you're not pretty or skinny.
    Or just put you down.
    Or maybe like you're going to be Forever Alone.
    Just remember, God is saving you,
    For the one who,
    Takes your breathe away.

  8. lexysingasong lexysingasong
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2012 12:08am UTC
    Heartache doesn't last forever,
    I'll say I'm fine.

  9. oursong oursong
    posted a quote
    August 19, 2012 11:31am UTC
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  10. savannaxoxhope savannaxoxhope
    posted a quote
    November 21, 2012 10:57pm UTC
    Relatable Post #1
    When you're in bed and you can't sleep so you just lay there making mental movies of perfect scenarios in life.

  11. andyy andyy
    posted a quote
    November 21, 2012 10:57pm UTC
    just an idea:
    Start off 2013 with an empty jar and fill it with notes about good things that happen to you through the year. On new years eve, empty it and look back on all of the amazing things that happened that year.

  12. iLUV2LAUGH iLUV2LAUGH
    posted a quote
    November 20, 2012 7:18pm UTC
    A Conversation With God.
    Me: God, can I ask You a question?
    God: Sure Me: Promise You won't get mad ... ... ... ...
    God: I promise
    Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?
    God: What do u mean?
    Me: Well, I woke up late
    God: Yes
    Me: My car took forever to start
    God: Okay
    Me: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait
    God: Hmmm
    Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
    God: All right
    Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
    God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that
    Me (humbled): OH
    GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.
    Me: (ashamed)
    God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
    Me (embarrassed):Okay
    God: Your phone went dead bcuz the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
    Me (softly): I see God
    God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.
    Me: I'm Sorry God
    God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in All things , the Good & the bad.
    Me: I will trust You.
    God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.
    Me: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.
    God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children...

  13. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    November 20, 2012 8:44pm UTC
    christmas is so close i can almost
    smell the mistletoe I’m not going to be kissed under.

  14. OreoLover OreoLover
    posted a quote
    August 20, 2012 9:36pm UTC
    Something More
    Than Friends
    *Chapter Eighteen*
    What happened next, I didn’t expect at all. Josh has always respected his parents for who they were and for the decisions they made, but not this time. In anger, Josh threw the bag of Swedish fish back at his father and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. “Oh, no, Stan, I knew this wasn’t the right time to tell him,” Mrs. Brady whispered to her husband, burying her face in her hands. “Don’t worry Mr. and Mrs. Brady; I’ll go find him,” I reassured them, trying to keep it together. But once I closed the room behind me, I fell to my knees and burst into tears. How could they? Why would they decide to move just as Josh and I finally start making progress together? I’d never felt more weak than I did at that moment; Lying in my own puddle of tears, feeling so confused, so devastated. I forced myself to get up and pull myself together so I could go find Josh, like I said I would. Thank God I hadn’t worn mascara, because I’m pretty sure I would’ve looked like a raccoon right about now. Having absolutely no idea where to look for Josh first, I decided to check the main lobby. I didn’t see him there, so I walked over to the food court. Not there, either. After about a half hour of searching the entire hospital, with still no sight of Josh, I thought about giving up. I checked practically everywhere. But there was one place I didn’t check; outside.
    Pushing past the sliding glass doors and searching the outskirts of the bulding, I still couldn’t find him. I thought it might be a good idea to check the other side of the building, but as I turned the corner, I bumped into Josh. “Josh!” I cried. We held onto each other tight, then he said to me, “Brielle, I can’t move. Not now, anyways.” “I know, Josh, but your parents already made up their mind. Both of us sat down, our backs leaning against the brick wall. “Listen Josh, I know this is unexpected and the both of us absolutely hate the fact that you’re moving, but I don’t think we can change it,” I admitted, sniffling. I turned to face him and looked into his eyes. “If these are our last moments together, lets at least make them count,” I insisted. Agreeing, Josh nodded his head and stood up. I could see his eyes were threatening to tear up, but Josh contained himself. The clouds began to roll back in, hiding the sun once again. I stood up next to Josh, as a few raindrops began to fall. “I’m gonna miss you so much, though,” he said, hugging me close. “I hate my parents.” “No you don’t, Josh; you just hate the decision they’re making. But I promise Josh, we can talk every single day while you’re away. I just don’t know how I’ll go on without you here,” I vented, crying in his shirt. “Please be strong, Brielle. And I’ll try to be strong, too.” He reached for my hand, then we walked back to his hospital room, trying to hold ourselves together.
    When we reached the room, his parents were still seated on the chairs, ready to speak again. We settled ourselves back on the couch, still upset over the entire thing. Nothing but silence came between the four of us in the room, until Josh finally spoke up. “So, have long have I got? A week? Two maybe?” Josh asked, annoyed.” While you’ve been away from home, staying at the hospitals, we’ve packed up almost everything in the house. Most of your room, as well. Flight is scheduled for tomorrow morning at ten,” His dad informed us. “Tomorrow?!” Josh yelled, furious. “Are you crazy? Why would you wait until now to tell me?” I almost choked. Seriously, why would they wait until tonight, the day before he leaves, to tell him? “Yes Josh, tonight will be your last night here. Tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a plane on your way to the beautiful state of Nebraska, in the same town as your grandparents. “Nebraska!?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. “But that’s so far from here in New Jersey! And when will he get to say goodbye to Nick and Hanna?” I exchanged looks with Josh, and I could tell he was just as annoyed and frustrated as I was, if not more. “I’m sorry Josh, but you just don’t have the time to see anyone before we leave,” his mother apologized. “Although, Brielle is more than welcome to come to the house tomorrow around nine before Uncle Jimmy drives us to the airport. Now Josh, I think it’s time we get going. There’s still much more to pack.” Everyone stood up from their seats, including me, ready to leave the hospital for good.
    Once we all reached the lobby, about to walk out, I could clearly see the painful expression on Josh’s face. “We will be out in the car. See you tomorrow Brielle,” his parents waved goodbye, then walked out. “I’ll walk you to your car,” he mumbled, trying not to sound so upset, even though it was clear how devastated he was. I lead him to my shiny new car, and his eyes widened. “Wow, it’s amazing,” he said, astonished. I forced myself to smile at his compliment. Soon enough, though, his excitement quickly faded back to sadness. “Bri, are you coming to the house tomorrow before I leave? I just can’t believe all this is happening,” he confessed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “Of course,” I promised him. “It’ll be okay Josh,” I said, but not very convincing, as I gave him one last hug for the night. “Goodbye, Brielle,” he whispered, quickly kissing me on the cheek, then he walked off into the darkness, towards his parents car.
    “Goodbye Josh.”
    ...........................
    Hey, readers:) Just letting you all know, tomorrow's chapter is going to be another two parter:D lol, hope you guys are enjoying the story. I know, intense chapter :O
    PLEASE Feel free to fave/comment & leave me feedback on what you thought of the chapter and what you think might happen next:)
    Thankyou everyone SO MUCH for all of your support, it means the world !<3
    COMMENT FOR A NOTIFICATION FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER:D
    Thanks everyone!
    -Marissa

  15. OreoLover OreoLover
    posted a quote
    August 21, 2012 8:36pm UTC
    Something More
    Than Friends
    *Chapter Nineteen, Part One*
    On my way to Josh’s the next morning around 9, I tried to avoid crying so much for fear that it would blur my vision, because I wasn’t planning on getting into another accident any time soon. As I drove to his house, all by myself, my mind recapped all of the memories Josh and I shared throughout the years, from the day we met in kindergarten, to our last year of high school. I tried pushing the memories away, though, because they only brought on more tears. Finally, after a 5 minute ride that seemed like 5 hours, I reached Josh’s small house. Drying my tears, I opened the car door and made my way up to his porch, then knocked on the wooden door, for the last time.
    “Hello Brielle, Josh is upstairs in his room packing a few more things. You could go and see him, if you’d like.” Obviously, that’s what I’m here for. “Thanks, Mrs. Brady,” I said under my breath, walking through the door. The house looked entirely different than it had a few weeks ago. Almost all of the furniture was gone, the walls were bare, an all of the family pictures that used to hang on the walls were gone. Everything felt so empty. When I reached Josh’s bedroom door, it was already open, and Josh turned to face me. “Hey, Bri,” he said, stuffing some of his clothes into a large black suitcase. “Hi,” I spoke softly. I couldn’t find the right words to say anymore. “Do you need any help packing?” I offered. “Nah, I’m almost done,” he told me, his voice trailing off. When he managed to zipper the suitcase shut, he sat down on the floor with his back against the wall, then motioned for me to come sit with him. I sat down beside him and looked around me. The room was so bare. No TV, no dressers, even his bed was taken out. “I still can’t believe you’re actually moving,” I admitted. “I know, me too,” Josh stated, looking down. “Josh, bring your luggage out onto the porch, Uncle Jimmy says he’s about three blocks away,” his Dad called from the kitchen. Well, what used to be the kitchen. We both stood up, and headed to the front door, then out onto the porch with his luggage.
    His parents were already outside, waiting for Uncle Jimmy’s car to arrive. His mom dropped a set of house keys into the mail box, which I assumed was for the new family moving into the house. “Brielle, come with me. I want to talk to you before I leave,” Josh whispered to me. He took me by the hand, then led me off of the porch into the driveway, away from where his parents stood. “Brielle, I don’t really know what to say right now. I’m still in shock that I have to leave you like this. But I need you to know something,” he said, anxiously. “I will never forget you, ever. You’ve been my friend for the longest time, and we’ve had so many great memories together,” he started. I began to tear up, and he grabbed my other hand as well and looked into my eyes with his. “A thousand miles couldn’t even tear us apart. And no matter what, Bri, I promise I will always love you.” “I love you too, Josh. I always will,” I whispered, my eyes stinging from the tears I was trying to hold back. Then, he kissed me slowly, and I knew the both of us wanted it to last forever, but it ended within a matter of seconds, when the horn of a car startled us. “Goodbye, Brielle. I promise you, this won’t be forever. I could never leave you forever.”
    Josh took his time grabbing his luggage off of the porch and stuffed it into the trunk of his uncle’s car. I walked out of the driveway and waved goodbye to his parents as they got into the car. Before Josh could get into the back seat as well, I ran over to him and gave him a huge hug. Our last hug, for who knows how long. He leaned over my shoulder and whispered into my ear. “This won’t be forever, Bri. I promise.” We released from our hug and I walked over to my car, not able to take my eyes off of him. I wanted to believe that this wouldn’t last forever, but I knew I’d probably never see him again. With any luck, I might see him through a tiny box on the screen of my computer, but that’s just about it. As the last of my tears rolled down my face, I watched their car roll down the road into the distance. Out of my sight, and out of my life,
    forever.
    ...........................
    Part Two is up!

  16. OreoLover OreoLover
    posted a quote
    August 21, 2012 8:45pm UTC
    Something More
    Than Friends
    *Chapter Nineteen, Part Two*
    Later that night, around 8, I walked outside onto our back porch with a bowl of Ramen noodle soup in my hand. I hadn’t eaten anything all day since Josh left, which was strange, because usually all I do is eat when I’m upset. I walked over to one of the cushioned chairs next to a table where I could place my soup. The porch had a magnificent view of the night sky, it was quite mesmerizing. I looked up at a bright, full moon up in the sky, along with a million twinkling little stars. But in my eyes, not even all of the stars in tonight’s sky shone as bright as Josh’s eyes.
    Sipping my soup, I reached for my iPod in the back pocket of my sweatpants and turned on some music. I wasn’t even in the mood to listen to One Direction, which was a surprise, considering I’m always in the mood to listen to them. So instead, I turned on some Taylor Swift, to drown out my tears and sorrow. The night air gave off a warm, almost comforting feeling. When I finished my soup, I brought the bowl and spoon back inside and grabbed the pink wool blanket from my bedroom. Before walking back outside though, I noticed a sticky note stuck to the kitchen counter. It read, “Went to the store to pick up milk and bread, be back soon. Love, Mom and Dad.” I stuck the note back on the counter, then headed back outside and returned to my chair with my blanket and some cookies.
    About fifteen minutes after relaxing outside, taking in the peaceful night, I heard our back gate make a ‘click,’ the sound it makes when it opens. I froze in my seat and dropped my cookie onto my lap, shuddering at the sound. Probably just the wind, I thought. But the trees remind still. The air remained calm. I went back to eating my last cookie, forgetting about the sound, but fidgeting in my seat. Could’ve been a cat. There’ve been lots of stray cats running around the neighborhood, lately. I switched to some Adele songs and closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh night air. But then, I heard another noise. Footsteps. Okay, now my heart was racing. Who’s lurking in my backyard? This is getting scary. The footsteps were getting closer, but I remained still in my seat, my body covered with my blanket, only with my face exposed. The noise was so close now, I felt like it was right in front of me. Then, to my surprise, a familiar voice starting singing along with Adele. “But there’s a side, to you, that I never knew, never knew.” It took a minute, but then, I recognized that voice. I could recognize it anywhere. I smiled, thinking it had to be him, but how could it be? Still singing along, happier then ever, now walking onto my back porch,
    was Josh.
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    Hii guys!:D Hope you guys all enjoyed tonight's chapter. Tomorrow is the last one! that's right, the end:( But I think you guys will like it. I'm also most likely going to upload an epilogue after chapter twenty, as well:)
    PLEASE Feel free to fave/comment & leave me feedback on what you thought of the chapter and what you think might happen next:)
    Thankyou everyone SO MUCH for all of your support, it means the world !<3
    COMMENT FOR A NOTIFICATION FOR THE LAST CHAPTER:D
    Thanks everyone!
    -Marissa

  17. WhoThatGirl WhoThatGirl
    posted a quote
    August 20, 2012 1:35pm UTC
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  18. WhoThatGirl WhoThatGirl
    posted a quote
    August 22, 2012 4:45pm UTC
    One Thing
    A One Direction Fan Fiction
    Chapter 8: Harry's POV
    Wait, what? One second Niall was telling us to carry some things inside, and the next thing I knew girls were jumping out of our trunk, at us. March was one of them, I realized. They were the girls from Starbucks. Something bumped into me, starting to fall downwards, pushing me out of my daze. I put my hands out, catching it. I looked to see what it was, March. I grinned down at her and helped her up. "Geez, we've only been here 5 minutes and you're already falling for me," I said cheekily, adding a smile. Her cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Thanks..Harry," She said quietly, pulling out of my grip. I shrugged. God, could I have sounded any more full of myself? I shook my head, taking the house keys out of my pocket and walking up to the door of the huge beach house. I unlocked the house and opened up the door, holding it for everyone. When everyone got inside, the race to get a room started. I rushed upstairs, pushing Liam away to get to the lead. I ran through the hallway on the second floor sticking my head into every doorway to get a view of every room. When I got to the end of the hallway, I found it. It was the smallest room by far, but it had a perfect view of the beach. I dropped my duffel bag onto the bed and walked to the window. 20 minutes later, all of us were gathered in the kitchen in our bathing suits, ready to go spend the rest of the day at the beach. We walked out onto the sand from the back door in the kitchen. Liam rushed away with the redhead, Autumn I think, and Zayn was already splashing Allie, the ballet girl. Niall was sitting by the shore with two girls. Louis and the brunettes were in the water, swimming. That left me and..March. She was sitting on the porch swing watching the scene before her. She jotted down something in her notebook and bit her lip. I walked up to her, sitting down in the second porch swing. "What kind of stuff do you write? Songs, stories.." I asked. "She jumped in her seat when she heard me. "What," she asked me, confused. "What do you like to write," I repeated. She smiled gently. " All sorts of stuff," She replied. I nodded. She put her notebook under the pillow on the swing and got up. "I think I'm going to go swim," she said," You coming," she asked me. I got up and took her hand. "Let's roll," I smiled down at her.
    March's POV
    We had been here in the Hamptons for 6-7 hours. Time was flying by as we spent the day by the shore. The sun was starting to set and the sky as a blood orange . "I have a really good idea," Grace said excitedly. Everyone turned to look at her. "BONFIRE," she sang loudly. "That seems like a good way to celebrate the start of the weekend," Zayn commented. "Okay, we need people to gather some driftwood," Liam, being the sensible one ordered. "We also need to get stuff for smores," Niall added, getting giggles out of Duranka and Ruthie. "I'll get the driftwood," I offered. I got up and brushed the sand off of my cover-up. "I'll help," Harry said, getting up. Ever since we got here, he was being really nice to me. I smiled at him, grateful not to be alone. We walked along the sand of the coast. When I found a piece of driftwood I gave it to Harry, who I had decided would be the one carrying the firewood. "So..about that date, were you serious," I asked him, referring to our last conversation. He grinned down at me. "Yeah, if you're up for it," he said, quieter than usual. I turned to look at him. He winked down at me, making me blush, AGAIN. "Why me though, I'm a regular girl, average. You could get anyone," I whispered. He frowned looking deep into my eyes. "You're not like anyone I've ever met..you're your own person," he answered. "I really like you," he added. "A lot.." I didn't know how to reply. He had taken all the words out of my mouth. Next thing I knew, he was leaning down. I felt the driftwood we gathered dropping to the sand. He wrapped his arms gently around my waist, pushing his lips to mine. Harry Styles was kissing me.
    And I was kissing back.
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Soooooooooooo? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Feedback please! Harry and March, meant to be or no way? Sorry for the boredom :) Bye!!

  19. tigerkid tigerkid
    posted a quote
    August 21, 2012 10:06pm UTC
    you can't spell school without
    I HATE MY LIFE
    nmq

  20. skyscraper13 skyscraper13
    posted a quote
    August 21, 2012 10:31pm UTC
    So, Zayn Malik from One Direction deleted his Twitter account because of all the rude comments he was getting from 'directioners' saying that he cheated on his girlfriend.
    You people are sick. Seriously, how can you say that you're a 'Directioner' if all you do is tear them down?
    Directioners are supposed to love their music and support the boys through whatever they may go through-- good or bad.
    I honestly don't understand how you could be so hypicritical.
    Fan or not, this is wrong. They are still humans&a lot of people forget that.

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