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  1. Hamida* Hamida*
    posted a quote
    July 23, 2013 10:14pm UTC
    Your best friend and worst enemy are both in this room right now. It's not your neighbor right or left - and it's not God or the devil - it's you.
    Edwin Louis Cole

  2. AnaCastro196 AnaCastro196
    posted a quote
    July 23, 2013 10:15pm UTC
    Stress is caused by
    giving a fytuck

  3. lovemebitch lovemebitch
    posted a quote
    July 23, 2013 9:03am UTC
    how am i supposed to talk to him if i don't even have the courage to add him on facebook

  4. cutehanan18 cutehanan18
    posted a quote
    September 10, 2012 6:49pm UTC
    here is a great story.....
    A girl went to a party and
    she ended up staying longer than she
    planned, and had to walk home alone.
    She wasn't afraid
    because it was a small town, and she lived
    only a few blocks away.
    As she walked along under the tall elm
    trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from
    harm and danger.
    When she reached the alley, which was a
    short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
    However, halfway down the alley she
    noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
    She became uneasy and began to pray,
    asking for God's protection.
    Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness
    and security wrapped round her, she felt as
    though someone was walking with her.
    when she reached the end of the alley,
    she walked right past the man and arrived
    home safely.
    The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been killed in the same alley just
    twenty minutes after she had been there.
    Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
    the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.
    Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
    help this young woman, she decided to go to the
    police station.
    She felt she could recognize the man,
    so she told them her story.
    The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
    She agreed and immediately pointed out
    the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
    When the man was told he had been
    identified, he immediately broke down and confessed
    The officer thanked Diane for her bravery
    and asked if there was anything they could do
    for her She asked if they would ask the man one question.
    Diane was curious as to why he had not
    attacked her When the policeman asked him, he answered, Because she wasn't alone.
    She had two tall men walking on either side of her.
    Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
    Did you know that 97% of teenagers will not stand up for God?
    Fav. this if you truly
    believe in God
    PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what
    "If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father"
    stand up for Him. 51% won't fav this

  5. LandonIsWitty LandonIsWitty
    posted a quote
    August 27, 2012 5:24pm UTC
    Dear Cancer;
    You are the reason I can't pick her up and twirl her around.
    [She's too weak to handle any sudden motion.]
    You are the reason we can't kiss in the rain.
    [She can't go outside unless the weather is perfect.]
    You are the reason we can't go on sweet, romantic dates.
    [She isn't allowed to leave the hospital.]
    You are the reason we can't have tickle fights.
    [She's too fragile. We can only touch softly.]
    You are the reason I will never be able to propose to her.
    [They say she only has a few days to live.]
    You are the reason she will never know the feeling of being a mother.
    [Why are you taking her while she's so young?]
    You are the reason she is in pain all the time.
    [It's not fair. Why her? Why anyone?]
    You are the reason I am sitting alone in a hospital waiting room.
    [I am crying my eyes out. Sometimes it's hard to be strong.]
    You are the reason she will never be a famous songwriter.
    [She had a beautiful voice. Now it's scratchy and rough.]
    You are the reason her dreams are dead. Just like her future and her hope.
    [She's trying to stay positive, but it's an act that I can see right through.]
    I don't know what I can do anymore. I'm blinded by my tears. I don't want to lose her.
    [But it's not something I can control.]
    I love you Maria, I have loved you for 3 1/2 years.
    You will never die, you'll always be in my heart.
    You'll never be gone. I'll never truly say goodbye.
    I just don't want to see you hurting like this.
    But the ending of your suffering,
    Marks the beginning of mine.

  6. xstories_ xstories_
    posted a quote
    October 1, 2012 6:59pm UTC
    Today was my school talent show.
    Me, being myself - decided to sing "Skyscraper" by Demi Lovato. I did my thing, I sang. And, at the end - people were in tears and I got a standing ovation. I have never felt so good about myself. The dean went to take the microphone away, but I asked if I could say something to my peers. He allowed me. That's when my heart poured out.. "Thank you all, really. Now, I have something to say." After that, it became dead silent. "You're clapping for me now, right? Weren't half of you guys the people who said I was 'fat' yesterday? Yeah. Little do you know, I can't keep my food down because of those things you say. I can go days without eating. I hope you know that." Then, I had to stop because some girls were laughing. I walked up to them and pulled up my bracelets. "Hey, Bri. Look. Look at what YOU caused. Yes, YOU. You practically put these scars on my wrist. Because of people like you, people turn into people like me. Can I just ask why? Why do you do this to me and so many others?" Her answer was this; "Well, Nicole. I do it because people are losers, a lot like you." And at that, I had enough. What did I say? I said, "Bri, I'm done. I'm done with you. So is everyone else. YOU NEED TO STOP. I'm sick of you. If you don't stop soon, something WILL happen. It may happen to me. Or to you. Or to that girl over there. Just, STOP. Ok? Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground. Like a skyscraper." I turned around and walked away. I wasn't finished though. I turned back around to face my peers and said, "I thought suicide was the answer. But, I KNOW it's not. Don't try it, guys. You hurt yourself, you hurt your family. And it hurts your friends. Please. Talk to me if you need anything." People clapped so loud, my ears were about to bust. But, WAIT. I'm not done yet... This really popular guy, Mike, came up to the front. He took the microphone and said, "Nicole.. Thank you for giving me the courage to do this." No one knew what was coming, but what he said shocked so many people. "Bri, we're through." I have never laughed harder in my life. Best day ever? I think YES.

  7. DreamScribbler DreamScribbler
    posted a quote
    July 30, 2012 3:07pm UTC
    I. Dare. You.
    To wear no make up for a day
    to bake brownies and eat them. Eat as many as you want.
    to tell a b/tch how you really feel.
    To laugh hysterically.
    Not to worry if you look stupid.
    To run around in a field with your friends.
    and just scream.
    if you cry, let it all out.
    To randomly kiss your crush.
    To speak your mind in class.
    Question the rules.
    Get into trouble.
    For one day, I dare you to be
    100% you.
    nmq half mf

  8. Peace1231 Peace1231
    posted a quote
    August 20, 2012 2:35pm UTC
    I think witty profiles
    should buy a country
    so all of us can relocate there permanently. It'll have nation-wide free wireless internet.
    We can live in houses according to quote categories and we'll stalk the good looking people on facebook from an awkward distance.
    The only foods on our diet will be pizza and nutella.
    And we'll all have a gazillion cats who dance.
    Of course, a HP Marathon once a week with the regular Misfits and Spongebob.
    Unicorns will be our chosen form of transportation.
    At wittyland, we'll embrace each others' awkwardness and best of all, our humors will finally be properly appreciated.
    And we'll all be forever alone,

  9. Hammy1117 Hammy1117
    posted a quote
    July 24, 2012 2:03pm UTC
    4 men were killed in the Colorado shooting of "The Dark Night Rises" protecting their girlfriends.
    I dont want to hear ever again that all men are the same.

  10. Alyssa Elton* Alyssa Elton*
    posted a quote
    June 4, 2013 8:24pm UTC
    Lexi, Baby
    ♥ ♥ ♥ Chapter 1
    Today should have been one of the best days of my life. Instead, it was the worst. I'm still contemplating the murder of two people. Actually, they don't even deserve to be called people. Just thinking about what happened earlier tonight makes me sick to my stomach. I just can't believe it. I'll never forget it. This is what went down...
    I had been having a great time of John Snader's last party of the summer.
    I had a smile on my face and my best friend at my side; it was the best night any eighteen year old could ask for.
    Nevertheless, in the back of my mind, the thought of not seeing all of the people I practically grew up with
    since elementary school was silently eating a hole in my heart.
    It was depressing to think about us all leaving for college within the coming weeks.
    It was a fact that I wouldn't see most of these people again.
    I was at the party with my best friend Patricia, but nobody dared to call her by her real name without getting
    b/tched-slapped. It was Trish or else. We've been friends since we were four years old and we were like sisters.
    Actually, we were closer than sisters; we could finish each other's sentences. We were partners in crime, even
    though I was usually only the accessory in said crime.
    Guys loved her and she loved them, but for the most part, she just played with them.
    "Life is too short to settle for only one," she always said.
    She was beautiful and had the figure every girl could kill for; big chest, slim waist and nice, pert round bum. She also had amazing dark chocolate brown eyes and matching, long chocolate brown hair.
    Fortunately for her, she also had the personality to back it all up.
    On top of that, she was a genius; literally, a genius!
    Then there was Landyn; Lan, as only I called him.
    He was the typical high school quaterback and most popular guy in school.
    He was at the party too, but I lost him somehwere between beer pong with the baseball team and keg stands with the football team.
    No matter how popular he was, he wasn't the classic cliched jerk jock. He meant everything to me.
    We started dating sophomore year and he was my first love in every sense of the word.
    When I first saw Landyn James walking down the hall like he owned the school, I thought he was so gorgeous it was scary. At sixteen he was already over six feet fall and two hundred pounds of rock hard muscle.
    His face alone took my breath away.
    It wasn't pretty or beautiful; it was ruggedly handsome, intimidatinig, and s/xy as hell. He had a strong, square jaw line and blinding smile bordered by plump, juicy, lickable lips.
    He had short, spiky, jet black hair and amber eyes so vibrant they were like looking into a jar of honey.
    Every time his eyes met mine I was hypnotized; stuck like a bee to honey.
    His arms alone should be listed as lethal weapons with the local PD
    and I knew this for a fact because he was constantly fighting.
    Granted, the fighting was always in "my honor," but to me, that was a silly excuse.
    He was strong and excessively muscular for his age and I loved him being wrapped up in his arms.
    He made me feel safe. If anyone looked at me in a way he didn't like, he made a big deal of it.
    If that included beat downs, that's what happened and it didn't faze him on bit.
    We fought about this all the time because, come on, I was nothing special, but his hunger for me was insanely
    strong. More than anything, he wanted me all to himself. He constantly touched me in one way or another; holding my hand, an arm around my shoulders, an arm around my waist, hand in my hair.
    We were inseparable.
    He treated be like I was his heart;like he needed me to exist; like he'd do anything in his power to make me happy. Being honest with myself, I'm still not sure why he chose me. I mean, I'm just average.
    I am Alexis Sky Martine, better known as Lex.
    A/N: Sooo guyss... first story. What do you think? This is my first story so I would really appreciate it if you guys gave me some feedback.

  11. carson5482 carson5482
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 9:59pm UTC
    I'm not saying not to trust the Internet...
    I'm just saying there's a major discrepancy between
    the number of iPads I've won,
    and the number of iPads I own...

  12. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 11:57pm UTC
    When I was seven years old, I had no worries in the world. I was seven years old for God's sake. My biggest worry was what snacks I would be having for lunch and that I better be able to buy those cookies at lunch.
    When you were seven years old, I'm sure you didn't have any worries, either. We are too young to realize our surroundings and too young and carefree to understand them either.
    I was forced to understand my surroundings when I was seven years old.
    It was October 6, 2002.
    It was sunny out, I remember that.
    I woke that morning, just like any other seven year old.
    Ready to go on more adventures.
    My mother, sister and grandmother and I all have this tradition.
    We all go out Pumpkin Picking for Halloween.
    We would usually pick out 8 or 10 pumpkins.
    Our town knew us for the best pumpkins.
    I didn't and still don't care how dumb that sounds.
    So, all four of us got up early and went to the farm.
    I remember what I had last said to him and what he said to me.
    He told my mother that he would be heading out soon.
    "I'm going to go to HomeDepot, Lori.
    I need to pick up some tools for the shed."
    This wasn't out of the ordinary.
    He was always working out in the shed.
    I walked over to him, like every other time I would.
    He got down on his knees and said "Love you, Amanda."
    I wrapped my arms around him and said, "I love you, dad!"
    And then he told me "I'll see you later, peanut."
    I felt his stubble from his unshaven beard brush across my left cheek.
    That was the last conversation I ever had with him.
    My mother, sister, and grandmother and I got home around noon.
    We didn't see the red truck in the driveway.
    We figured he had gone to HomeDepot already.
    That he would be home soon.
    Soon turned into hours later.
    But it wasn't him that returned.
    We saw flashing lights come down our road.
    Being the curious neighborhood we are, everyone got out of their houses.
    They pulled right into our driveway.
    Another on the side of our lawn.
    "Mrs. Urmann, we need your family to come outside with us.
    The atmosphere changed then.
    It was foggy and dreary.
    It's as if I knew what was coming.
    "Mrs. Urmann, family, we found your husband.
    He was dead on impact."
    That's when the world went dead.
    My mother crying, my sister, my grandparents.
    I swore my dog even started crying.
    I didn't know what was happening.
    I fugured that just meant he was on a long trip.
    As years passed, I finally saw that he wasn't on a trip.
    He was never coming home.
    I've only ever told this story in full detail to one person.
    I don't enjoy talking about it, as you can imagine.
    Sometimes I thank God for giving me that last moment with him.
    I can still feel his stubble rubbing on my cheek.
    I can still feel his hug and see his smile.
    Whenever someone tells me I remind them of my dad,
    I say "Thank you, that's the best compliment I have ever gotten."
    I'm currently sitting at the spot where our last conversation was held.
    Right in our foyer on the porch.
    I walk through it every day.
    And all I can see is him.

  13. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 9:49pm UTC
    if people winked in real life as much
    as they do in text messages, this world would be a really creepy place

  14. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    May 15, 2013 2:28pm UTC
    Everyone on this site is either an absolute sweetheart or
    that little sh.t in your History class that you want to punch in the face.

  15. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 11:42pm UTC
    i think we all need to go out to
    an empty field and just scream for about an hour

  16. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 9:51pm UTC
    that awkward moment when you ran
    up the stiars and now you're trying to hide your heavy breathing like it's no big deal but you're actually pretty winded and dear god you need to work out

  17. carson5482 carson5482
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 10:19pm UTC
    If I died and went straight to He//,
    it would take me a week to realize I wasn't in High School anymore.

  18. tina889 tina889
    posted a quote
    May 15, 2013 9:39pm UTC
    People with friends suffer from depression.
    People that get good grades suffer from depression.
    People that don't smoke or do drugs suffer from depression.
    People who are funny suffer from depression.
    People with a loving family suffer from depression.
    People that seem completely average suffer from depression.
    People that always smile suffer from depression.
    People who are always the one to talk to suffer from depression.
    People with a boyfriend or girlfriend suffer from depression.
    Never just assume someone is okay.

  19. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 8:49pm UTC
    i wish there were a book that was filled with
    the first impressions of every single person i've ever spoken to because i'd really like to just sit down and read what everyone thought of me.

  20. 伤* 伤*
    posted a quote
    May 14, 2013 3:19pm UTC
    The minute you think of giving up


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