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  1. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    August 20, 2011 1:58pm UTC
    4357
    Try to decipher the code.

  2. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    August 20, 2011 1:29pm UTC
    Hello guys and girls of Witty!
    .
    .
    .
    So I'm looking to write a new story.
    But I need advice.
    I have no idea what to write this time around.
    Like what genre.
    Or a story line. If someone could tell me what the people on witty these days are looking to read, that would be pretty awesome of them.
    Thank you so much to anyone who comments!
    Sooner you comment the sooner you get a story!
    XD

  3. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    August 19, 2011 11:00pm UTC
    "I'M BAAAAAA-AAACK!"
    Oh Ronnie, we missed you.
    I <3 you!

  4. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    August 16, 2011 6:10pm UTC
    Sammi, without you I would be so far gone....

  5. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    July 16, 2011 10:22pm UTC
    My girlfriend: "Ignore me, my mind is getting carried away."
    Me: "I'm the one carrying it. ;)"
    XD
    I love her.

  6. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    July 12, 2011 5:42pm UTC
    I'm born free
    but still they hate;
    I'm born me,
    No
    I can't change.
    </3
    Rise Against, Make It Stop

  7. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2011 6:54pm UTC
    To those who sing alone:
    No need to feel this sorrow.
    Fallen Angels, Black Veil Brides

  8. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2011 11:10am UTC
    Between myself and my reflection,
    I just can't help but to wonder:
    Which of us, do you love?
    Evanescence, Breathe No More

  9. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    July 1, 2011 1:02pm UTC
    -*- On The Wings Of Love -*-
    Chapter Seven
    I had accepted his apology, and we were now walking in the graveyard, hand in hand, careful not to step on any graves. That was supposedly bad luck, and though I didn’t believe in superstitions (or coincidences) I still didn’t need any more bad luck. We moved along at a slow pace, headed towards the large, intimidating, iron-wrought gates at the entrance of the cemetery. We didn’t talk much except for the occasional “Wow. That guy/girl’s old.” We’d say as we pointed to the grave. Though no words of love were spoken, I knew the feeling of love in the air was mutual; as was the feeling of death. Marcus had told me he liked that feeling, that it brought excitement. I’d been surprised to hear that, because that was exactly how I felt. And who said opposites attract? I was savoring this moment, taking in the feelings and the landscape. It was what I considered to be one of the better times in my life. If this was anything like the other good experiences I’d had the short pleasure of enjoying, it would not last long. Something or other was going to happen, and the moment ruined or scarred forever. That was the bad luck I had been talking about previously. Suddenly he turned me around, my back facing his chest, into a large bear hug. I didn’t mind being touched, so long as he didn’t touch my arms; which I was irrationally afraid of him touching, for I thought for sure that he would be able to feel through my light sweatshirt to the scars. Warmth spread through me as I snuggled closer to him, enjoying this more than he could know. I smiled as I looked up into his mysterious golden-green eyes from the comfy confines of his arms. They were an alluring color of golden that looked like someone had poured a little green into and swirled it around. I tried to recall whether or not at any point had I seen eyes that color in my lifetime, and I came up with an answer more mysterious than his actual eyes. No, I had never seen that color on a person before. But what did that matter? His voice, although soft and gentle, smacked me out of my daydreaming, causing me to jump momentarily. “What are you thinking about?” He asked with a gentle voice, curiosity dotting his features subtly. His handsome faced looked into mine. I knew I could never lie to him, and if I had to; that would be very, very hard. I pulled my gaze off of his, looking down and letting my hair cover my eyes gently. The response was mildly embarrassing, but not when I told it to him. I knew I could tell him anything. “You. Always you.” I admitted tentatively. He smiled lightly and released his firm but gentle grip on my shoulders. “What are we going to do today?” He asked, suddenly seeming active. A smile lit up his features like a Christmas tree, and I wasn’t sure why he was so happy. Maybe he had something planned, maybe he didn’t. He was in front of me, starting to walk backwards, down the path. I knew from the second he began to walk backwards he was going to fall. “Be careful. The path is all bumpy up there.” I warned and he scoffed. “I won’t fall, trust me. Now answer. We can do anything we want to do.” He looked at my face, and then he chuckled, seeing the mischievous look I wore. “Besides go to Canada , I don’t have a passport.” He added with a subtle smile, like he knew smiling would screw up the joke. “Seriously, though. We can get ice cream, go skateboarding if you know how, go for another walk, or watch a movie at the cinema.” I laughed lightly. “Who still calls it the ‘cinema’?” I asked with a giggle. “It’s a movie theater in this century.” I joked. He smiled, and blushed very lightly. “My bad.” He said, as he suddenly tripped over one of the misplaced bricks of pavement and fell on his butt. I smacked a hand over my mouth in an effort not to begin hysterically laughing at him. Using my other hand, I helped him up, trying not to show that I was laughing. “Looks like you want to sit down.” I joked, pulling him easily to his feet. He was very light for a boy of his age. He scoffed, laughing lightly for only a second. He barely seemed embarrassed, but he sure didn’t find it as funny as I did. I was still trying unsuccessfully to hold in any laughter. “I wanna get some ice cream.” He announced, keeping a hold of my hand as he began to walk down the path after brushing all the leaves off his butt. His calmness surprised me, after a fall like that in front of him, I’d of been red in the face. And it would not be from laughter. Almost at the imposing cemetery gate exit, Marcus paused, holding a finger to his mouth in a “be quiet, I need to hear something” motion. I shut up and paused beside him, listening for something as well. He looked to the left, and I heard it too. It was a soft, mourning cry. I turned in his direction to see a little, old women at the foot of a grave, crying sadly. I started over towards her, dropping Marcus’s hand. When I reached her I tried to make my presence known –so I didn’t scare her when I began to speak- by putting my hand on her shoulder. She was elderly, with gray hair that sat atop her head in a cute fro-like poof. When I put my hand on her, she looked up and seeing I would be of no threat to her, dropped her head back into her hands. I looked over to the grave, seeing the inscription. “Robert Fitzgerald, 1931-2010” It read. I tried to comfort her, not knowing exactly how to approach it. I, personally, had never experienced the death of a loved one. “It’s okay. Time heals all wounds.” I quoted someone, God knows who. She looked up at me, tears shining on her cheeks. I smiled weakly, not very sure on how to go about comforting her. Marcus kneeled beside me; I hadn’t even heard him coming. “You love each other.” He stated simply. I wasn’t sure what the heck he was doing, but I went along with it. It had to be better than what I had, nothing. “That will never go away; I can tell. He’s waiting patiently for you.” The woman nodded and looked up. She was smiling and staring off into space, probably remembering Robert. Quietly, Marcus stood, holding my hand and ushering me away with him. “Let her remember.” He whispered barely-audible as we made our way to the gate. Suddenly she turned around and looked directly at me. “Keep that one. He’s special.” She said in a hushed tone as she turned back to her husband’s grave.

  10. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 24, 2011 10:41am UTC
    To Write Love On Her Arms®
    (Suicide, Depression, Self Injury and Drug Abuse Awarenress)
    Love Is The Movement
    Rescue Is Possible
    ¥ I'm Here For You ¥

  11. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 24, 2011 10:19am UTC
    ¤
    Tell me that you need me
    'Cuz I love you so much.
    Tell me that you love me
    'Cuz I need you so much.
    Say you'll never leave me
    'Cuz I need you so much.
    ¤

  12. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 13, 2011 9:09pm UTC
    Rawr
    means
    "I love you"
    in dino.

  13. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 11, 2011 12:26pm UTC
    Once upon a time;
    There were all these girls on witty writing about Justin Bieber. There was this girl with the username xXxHotPantsxXx that was so sick of seeing them, she made this awesome quote that told them:
    "Enough with Justin Bieber, you have talent but writing about him is ruining it."
    Then everyone was happy.
    The end.

  14. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 11, 2011 11:16am UTC
    -*-On The Wings Of Love-*-
    Chapter Six
    I awoke to the loud, annoying chime of my phone ringtone in my ear. Groaning, I made a mental note to change the ringtone. Something I would probably never get to do, anyways. I picked it up off the bedside table and read the text I had received. “Good morning.” It read, from Marcus of course. I was smiling as I texted in return. “Oh yeah…. It’s great. Note sarcasm.” I added a smiley face before I sent it. Rolling sideways off the bed I stood and stumbled groggily over to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, and ugly girl I recognized stared back. How could anyone ever love that? I thought to myself in a disgusted tone. Running a brush through the tangled mess that would soon be identifiable as hair I tried to think of reasons as to why Marcus would pick me as his girlfriend. Funny, smart, pretty, skinny, and just about everything else a boy looks for in a girl where out. Of course he had told me some of the reasons he liked me, but as I previously stated: In my eyes, those are all lies. Moving onto my makeup, I got so frustrated of looking for answers I gave up on it. He had to be blind to like me. That was my final thought on the subject. Finishing my makeup, I walked to my tiny closet and picked out my normal outfit for the day: Black skinny jeans, converse, and a hoodie over a spaghetti strap t-shirt. As I was dressing my annoying as all hell ringtone sang out. Picking up the phone, I read the text, smiling widely. “Meet me in the town graveyard in ten minutes.” It said. I don’t think I could have wiped that smile if my face had I wanted to; which I didn’t. After I finished dressing and getting ready I ran downstairs and out the door, slamming it hard behind me. My parents hated it when I did that, and I was sure to get at least a scream when I got home, but who cared? I sure didn’t. How much worse can the abuse get than the normal torture that they inflict on me daily? Walling down the street in that familiar fast pace the cool breeze rushed past my face, cooling my reddened cheeks. The welcome spring sun shone its rays down as hard as it could, my face and torso. This will be a good day.’ I thought. Then a thought occurred to me. I always had to come home to good old Mom and Dad. It should be a good day, until you get home. I reminded myself, grunting under my breath. As I entered the graveyard, I couldn’t catch sight of him. I looked around the cemetery; it was eerie and un-groomed in here. As I looked around, I could see nobody else in the cemetery. Downed branches were scattered across the place, moss and vines climbed the lengths of the headstones. It was like the scene of a movie. A creepy, murderous, violent movie. Call me crazy, and people have, but I felt at that moment like something was watching me. Like eyes, glaring at the back of my body, watching every move I made as I walked deeper into the foggy graveyard. I turned, yet I saw nothing. The feeling continued as shivers ran down the length of my spine, I knew my fear was probably irrational. I finally decided to wait at the gate for Marcus, considering I could not shake this nerve racking feeling. Honestly, and I never admit my fear aloud, I was pretty scared. Walking a little faster than I had on the way in, trying to look non-chalant, I hurried to the gate. Whoever was watching me, if someone even was watching me, would have to walk a little faster to catch up to me. Suddenly a firm grip hugged my torso from behind, pinning my arms to my sides. Their hand clamped over my mouth, just as the thought occurred to me to scream. Knowing it was all I could do to escape; I bit down firmly on the hand and yelled as it was removed from my mouth. Instead of letting go of my torso, my captor laughed. What the hell; who was this sick-o? “Isabel, calm down. It’s me.” A beautifully familiar voice said, and relief flooded my veins. I knew immediately who it was, and that they wouldn’t hurt me. Around him I felt only love and trust. He let me go and spun me around to face him, love reflecting back to me in his eyes. They expressed more than I thought his face ever would. “Hey there, beautiful.” He said in that charming voice of his. “Hey there, Meany.” I said with bitter but relaxed sarcasm, pushing his shoulders backwards playfully. Not being the most sturdy or best built guy around, he stumbled backwards lightly. He laughed again and I chuckled nervously. “I didn’t think you’d react that way. I also thought you’d know it was me. I’m sorry, Isabel.” He said and shook his hand. “You bit me.” He remarked, a surprised smile on his face. He kissed my cheek, and I almost melted. The kiss made everything all better. Dammit, I could never stay mad at him.

  15. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 11, 2011 10:44am UTC
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  16. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 11, 2011 10:36am UTC
    Chapter Four
    The awkward silence lasted a while. It was probably shorter than it seemed. Marcus looked like he had wanted to say something as we walked along, but couldn’t find the right words. After he has scared me like that, I hadn’t talked again. His face had reminded me of the hostile expression my parents faces sometimes wore after they got drunk. His hand fled to the back of his head again, messing with his hair. He continued to watch his DC shoes as we walked, obviously embarrassed by his vehement behavior. “Sorry for… Yelling and acting like that back there.” He said quietly, not looking up. I nodded, though he couldn’t see, sort of afraid to speak. I didn’t know he could be that scary; like an automatic gun on safety mode. There were three things I just couldn’t understand. What was that thing, and why was he so protective of it? Also, why couldn’t he trust me with what it was? Slowly he held out his hand, looking up now. He waited for me to take it, looking tentatively at my face. The moon shone down brightly now, highlighting his handsome features. Gently I took his hand, no longer worried. The scary Marcus had left, and I was pretty confident the one I know and love was here to stay. I was still extremely curious as to what the thing was and why he didn’t want me to know about it, but I didn’t bring it up, nor did he. Silence had filled the air as we walked slowly down the path. I guessed he was still embarrassed, and I didn’t want to make him talk if he didn’t want to. As we reached the main road some time later, he finally broke the silence. “Which way is your house from here?” His voice sounded a little like it had when he had first talked to me. It was oddly gravelly, and rough. He smiled my way momentarily, trying to seem friendly and open. “It’s this way.” I said as I pointed right and began walking that way. “So… Will your parents be mad that your home this late?” He asked, now sounding concerned. I wasn’t going to tell him the sick truth, that they’d probably hit me a little more than usual. It would just worry him, and he didn’t need that. It was obvious he had his own problems. Nobody knew that my parents, the town recluses, were also abusive alcoholics. That was how I wanted to keep it. “Nah,” I said easily, shrugging. “They’re too busy.” I said truthfully, trying to sound non-chalant. It was the truth; I just made it off to sound like they were too busy with work or something. The truth about it was that they were too busy drinking all the time. He nodded evenly, buying my story from what I could tell. “What about you?” I asked, evading the subject. He sighed and looked down. Oops, what had I done this time? Obviously something was wrong. “I don’t have any.” He said, sounding sadder than I thought he’d express. “But what about Damon and” I started to say, but he cut me off. “They kind of got stuck with me. It’s a long story, one you probably don’t want to hear. Long story short, we’re not even related.” As he said it, he didn’t sound so sad anymore. He must have heard the sadness in his voice and sucked it up. As I was about to express my sympathy for him, we walked up the path to my house. Damn it all. Why does this always happen to me? Couldn’t I just have ten, twenty, forty minutes, possibly an hour with him?

  17. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    June 11, 2011 7:08am UTC
    Chapter Three
    I can probably guess what you are thinking. “Wow, they just met a few hours ago and they are already kissing.” Or: “That would never happen.” Or even: “Classic teenagers.” I get it, I was just as surprised. Anyways, back to my sweet, seemingly un-real reality. Slowly he pulled away and opened his eyes, staring right into mine. He was looking for something, and knowing the classic teenage boy, it was more than another kiss. But Marcus wasn’t like that. I knew it, I could just kind of tell. He was looking for the same passion that lit up his usually closed off features. Our breathing was a little faster than usual as we stared blankly into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, verifying emotions for ourselves and looking for the same emotions in each others eyes. “Holy… Whoa.” I said timidly, snapping out of the trance his mysterious, golden-green eyes had put on me. He snapped out of his trance and smiled almost regretfully at me. “It was too fast, huh?” He asked quietly. I didn’t realize that I felt that way until he said it. In fact, until he had said it, I had been ready to kiss him again, a lot longer this time. I nodded slowly, I mean, we had just met. I knew I had over-the-average feelings for him, but that didn’t mean we should kiss after a few hours of meeting. Nope, sorry; as much as I’d like to….. He shook his head, cursing himself. “I couldn’t resist. It was there, it was mine for the taking. And I, being so greedy…” He laughed lightly at his joke and got up, wiping the dirt off his back pockets. I got up too, nodding, and he held my hand as we walked through what seemed like the enchanted forest. Vines grew up and along the trees; a faint mist was covering most of the ground. The little sunlight that shone through to the forest floor had barely just been able to sustain a few small scrub plants on the ground. To some it might have felt eerie, but to me, it was perfect. A few times I glanced over at him; some to see his handsome face, other times to read his facial expressions. There weren’t a lot of those, considering he chose not to express most of them out in the open. He was guarded, like he had held a big secret for a long time, and if he messed up, his whole world was screwed. Of course, that could just be my over-active imagination at work, doing some un-reasonable detective work again. “Where are we going? Do you even know, new boy?” I joked, breaking the silence and smiling to show it was a joke and not a dig at him. He looked over, smiling as well. Good, he understood it was a joke. Sometimes I say things I later regret, because they can be easily misconstrued or switched around into something negative, when it’s supposed to be completely positive. Obviously sarcasm is like a second, if not first, language to me. “Truthfully, I have no idea where the hell I’m going. I am just procrastinating to spend more time with you.” It was amazing how one little comment could make someone, aka moi, smile so much. I looked up; darkness was approaching, the golden sunset just starting to fade into the nothingness. It was a really good thing it was Friday, considering my curfew was later on Fridaysthan the rest of the week. Last thing I needed was mad, drunk parents. Maybe if I was late for my curfew, then they’d have an actual reason to hit me. Marcus looked at the sky, frowning. Blackness had settled over the ground, and we could barely see our feet, never even mind where we were stepping. Crap, I could not be late. They’d probably kill me this time. I wouldn’t doubt that from them. To tell you the truth, they have come pretty damn close to it before. Why should today be different? Why, because I met a boy? Yeah, not like I’d ever tell them that. There was about as much a chance of me telling them that as there was for a unicorn to come down and take us for a nice little ride on its back. Looking back at what I just stated, I wonder: “Where those people right when they said I was crazy?” Marcus looked over; seeming mildly concerned, but not worried the least bit. He seemed confident that he could protect me. Hmm, let’s see. Tall, skinny teenage boy against… Let’s say, a crazy murderer yielding an axe. Who do you think would win? “We need to stay here until the moon comes out and we can see where we are stepping. Until then, we can just sit here I guess.” He said, obviously at a loss as to what we would do in the time we were sitting around, waiting on the big ‘ole moon to come out. Sitting down on a not-so-comfy downed branch next to him, I leant my head against his bony shoulder. It was a nice feeling, sitting here with someone who loved me, in a dark mysterious forest. I obviously didn’t get that a lot. It was like a dream. Moving my head back a little, still resting it on his shoulder, it hit something that felt like… It was sticking out of his back. At first I thought it was his backpack, so I went and grabbed it to move it. It was hard in the middle, but the outside was soft and smooth. The thing didn’t budge, but I barely had time to move my hand anyways. “What is th-” I began to say, but Marcus pushed my hand away and jumped up suddenly. He looked mortified, nervous and a little angry. The whole mixture was really un-becoming on him, and just plain scary. I pulled my hand back to my side quickly, staring up at him. “It’s nothing.” He said unconvincingly. “The path is clear. Let’s head back.” He said in a stoic tone, turning down the path and walking away. He didn’t even look behind to see if I was following. I got up, not wanting to be left behind when he disappeared into the dark forest path. I didn’t like this Marcus; I really wished I hadn’t touched whatever the hell that thing was. What could it have been anyways?! Pain welled up inside of me; he had actually pushed my hand away then lied to my face. Couldn’t he trust me at all?! All that I knew as: That was the last time I was ever touching that thing without his permission.

  18. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2011 3:17pm UTC
    "It's funny when you're dead how people start listening."
    The Band Perry; If I Die Young

  19. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2011 2:07pm UTC
    They say diamonds are a girls' best friend......
    They also say a girl can never have too many best friends. ;)

  20. xXxHotPantsxXx xXxHotPantsxXx
    posted a quote
    May 22, 2011 9:02am UTC
    "We're society's demons. We're the quiet, outspoken ones, the ones that grow up to speak their minds. Eventually we overthrow society's ideas on "perfect"; a word that doesn't exist. Society and it's minions can't have that, no control. So they shove their ideas down our throats at a young age, telling us that they are always correct; and how to act, look and be if you ever want to fit in.
    Well I don't wanna fit in. Screw you society."
    Quote by me.

:)

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