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  1. ledukester ledukester
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:00am UTC
    My best friend just asked me if it was bad that his nipples were stretchy..... yeah I had just about the same reaction


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  3. midnightlover midnightlover
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:01am UTC
    Shadows
    Rain
    Chapter 5
    Sometimes when I close my eyes I see flashes. Flashes of ideas, colors, thoughts, anything really. Mostly it's memories though. Back to when I was happy. It makes me home sick. It makes me want to break down and let everything out. I try not to close my eyes anymore.
    Simple things terrify me. Like being happy. That terrifies me so much. I should in know way be happy. I can never be happy again. Not after what I've done. People don't seem to understand this. But that could be because I don't tell them. I don't even tell them my name for that matter. That's why I don't understand the kid. Or as I should call him, Jace.
    I don't even give him the time of day and yet he still wants to be my friend. I'm a freak. Why would he want to be near me? He will be able to leave soon. So why hang out with me? I would only bring him down. I really should have said no to having him be my friend. But it's true about what he said. I could really use one. I need someone to occupy my time. Someone who can get me to stop thinking. Even if it's just for a little while.
    I sit at the lunch table while he keeps on talking. He never stops. He really isn't conceded though. He neve brings himself up once. It's always about people he knows and what they have done to inspire him. The way he talks abou them is beautiful. He just seems mesmerized by them. Like each of them is a new and equally beautiful subject. A subject that you just can't seem to express your feelings for. It makes me want to smile. But I don't.
    I know better. If I smile he'll keep going. He'll keep acting like my silence doesn't bother him. But I know it does. I know he'll want to leave soon. And that's for the best. So if I smile he will stay. That's definetly not a good thing. He's better off with out me in his life. Jace is better off with pretending he never met me. I know it. Pretty soon he will know it too. Just like everyone else knows it.
    So I listen to him speak. I memorize it. I want to keep it for later. So that way when he does leave I will have it. That way if I get out of here I know how I should feel about things. I sneak glances at him every chance I get. Jace is absolutely beautiful to look at. I bite my lip and look back down so that my hair falls in front of my face. This way he can't see me smile. He has stopped talking. I stop breathing. There is only a couple of reasons for him to stop talking and none of them are good for me.
    One reason is that he saw me smile and he couldn't believe it. The other reason is that something unexpected happened. I was so caught up in him that I didn't realize someone had walked up. Actually a couple someones. I'm stiff as a board. I can't seem to get air into my lungs. My instinct is to run as fast and as far as possible.
    Two people sit next to me and the other two next to Jace. "So what's happening over here?" The voice is like ice. Pure cold. I flinch.
    Bad move. "What was that for Freak?" I shrink farther into myself as everyone looks at me. As that second voice condems me for what I am. Now Jace will realize what he should have right away. He will understand that he needs to leave me alone if he wants to get out of here.
    "Hey, jack wagon. Yeah you. Did we ask for your input?"
    "Dude calm down. We are just talking to the freak."
    "She's not a freak. If anything I'd say you guys are the freaks. Nobody knows what you guys are in here for. So why don't you go talk to someone who actually wants to hear your opinion." I can't believe what I am hearing. It makes me smile. He can't see it though. But I want him to. I want him to know I'm grateful. So as I hear people getting up and leave I look up and smile. But the thing is he isn't the only one sitting there. A dark stranger is also. The look on both their faces when they see me smile is priceless. Yet I can't soak it up because I didn't want this guy to see me smile. I can't have him see me smile. He didn't deserve it. He didn't work for it. So I get up and leave. As quickly as possible. I don't turn back. I don't want them to know I can feal anger.

  4. Kamileon Kamileon
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    February 25, 2013 12:02am UTC
    Random Questions About Me:
    Spell your name without vowels: Kmrn
    Your favorite number: 3
    What color do you wear most?: Probably Gray
    Least favorite color? hot pink omg
    What are you listening to? Halo, Video Game Music
    What is your favorite class in school?: English
    Are you outgoing? It depends on who I'm with.
    Favorite pair of shoes? my uggs.
    Can you dance? sure
    Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth? Dunno
    Can you whistle?: hell yeah
    Write with both hands?: Yes- mostly leftie though
    Cross your eyes? yes ;D
    Walk with your toes curled? Yeah
    THE DO'S
    Do you believe there is life on other planets? sure
    Do you believe in miracles?: YES
    Do you believe in magic?: *IN A YOUNG GIRL'S HEART* ;] yeah
    Love at first sight? sometimes.
    Do you like roller coasters?: yes and no.
    Do you know how to swim?: I'm a whale-turtle-penguin. okay.
    Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows? I hate those things :\ so uh, no.
    THE HAVES
    Have you ever been on a plane?: I have
    Have you ever asked someone out? Huh. No. Maybe. Good lord it's been ages I can't even think straight.
    Have you ever been to the ocean?: uh huh
    Have you ever painted your nails? Yeah, a couple of times. Doing other people's toenails is easier for me though.
    THE WHATS
    What is the temperature outside? Cold.
    What radio station do you listen to?: Pandora. :]
    What was the last thing you bought? new cd
    What was the last thing on TV you watched?: A Gifted Man
    THE WHOS
    Who was the last person you IM'd? I don't even know.
    Who was the last person you took a picture of?: My sister :3
    Who was the last person you said I love you to? Grandpa.
    HAPPY SECTION
    Are you a happy person?: If I'm spaced out enough.
    What can make you happy?: Music, Conner ahahaha, writing, sleeping, eating, more music, playing video games.
    Do you wish you were happier?: Yeah
    Can music make you happy?: Well duh
    How many times have you had your heart broken?: A couple times. :|
    LOOK AT ME
    What is your current hair color? musty brown lol
    What does your hair look like now? down, straight, normal.
    Current piercings? Ears
    Have any tattoos? not yet
    Eye color? gray/blue-green
    CURRENTLY WEARING
    What shirt are you wearing?: Bright green Doernbecker t-shirt
    Pants: sweats
    Shoes?: barefoot
    Necklaces?: wooden turtle
    HAVE YOU EVER
    Been to jail: nope
    Ran away from home: yes
    Laughed so hard you cried: a lot
    Thrown up in a store: probably
    Wanted to be a model: ...sure.
    Done something really stupid that you still laugh about?: All the freaking time
    seen a dead body: multiple
    skinny dipping: no
    THIS OR THAT
    Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi
    McDonald's or Burger King: Mcdonalds
    Single or Group Dates?: single.
    Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla
    Strawberries or blueberries: blueberries
    Meat or Veggies: meat
    TV or Movie: both
    Guitar or Drums: both
    Adidas or Nike: Adidas
    Chinese or Mexican: chinese
    Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Cheerios
    Cake or Pie: pie
    MTV or VH1: what the heck is VH1?
    1. Were you named after anyone? My middle name was from this chick on a movie or something that my mom really loved- also her best friend's favorite movie. :3
    2. When was the last time you cried? a few days
    3. Do you like your handwriting? no no no no no
    4. What's your favorite lunch meat? turkey, peperoni
    7. Do you use sarcasm? all the time
    8. Do you still have your tonsils?: yepp
    9. Would you bungee jump?: After I defeat my fear of sort of heights.
    10. What is your favorite cereal?: toast. I don't really have a favorite cereal.
    11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: no
    13. What is your favorite ice cream? rocky road
    14. What is the first thing you notice about people? The things that make them unique, like tattoos and the way they look at other people
    15. Red or pink?: red
    16. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? too many things
    17. Who do you miss the most?: Keigan
    18. Do you want everyone to complete this list? what
    21. What are you listening to right now? Freeze by Alphawezen
    22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? forest green, purple mountain majesty (epic name), or periwinkle.
    23. Favorite Smells?: rain, applejuice, freshly mowed grass lol.


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  6. AshleyRoseXoXoXo AshleyRoseXoXoXo
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    February 25, 2013 12:07am UTC
    They say that the oscars are like the female superbowl.
    At least during the superbowl theres food...


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  9. BrighterThanAnyone BrighterThanAnyone
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    February 25, 2013 12:10am UTC
    It bugs me when people are unnecessarily mean. Like, you didn't have to make that comment. You could have just kept your mouth shut and left that person not feeling bad about themselves. What do you gain from making someone else feel like crap? Nothing of substance. Maybe a short moment of power but that’s gone as soon as it comes so why? Just why? There’s enough unhappiness in the world without you adding to it.

  10. Ineedmakyinme Ineedmakyinme
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    February 25, 2013 12:10am UTC
    All A Mystery
    Chapter 16
    Sams POV
    After I made my way home, I couldn't shake what happened with Grace over the past 24 hours. She was completely different, not caring, not wanting to do anything, being more distant than usual.
    I pulled out my phone and Decided to call her dad.
    "Hello?"
    "Hi, is this Nathan? Grace's father?" I asked.
    "Yes, Sam? Is Grace with you?"
    "No, She just left on the bus for home. Is there something going on?" I asked him.
    "Kinda of yes, Why? Didn't she tell you?"
    "Tell me what?" My eyebrows raised up.
    "Sam, Graces mother was taken off life support yesterday morning. It was a last minute decision that Grace didn't agree with. Shes on her way home for the funeral at noon, burial is at 1."
    "She-She never told me."
    My head dropped as I ran my fingers through my hair.
    "I don't know why she didn't. I'm so sorry that she didn't tell you Sam." Nathan spoke softly.
    "Dad, Im home." Graces voice sounded through the reciever.
    "Alright." He replied to her.
    "Sam, I gotta go. Please come to the funeral. I know Grace needs you there. Even if she wont admit it." Nathan told me.
    "I will, Im so sorry for your loss." I told him before hanging up.
    The clock on the wall told me it was 11:30 already, enough time to shower and dig out my black suit.
    ....
    Graces POV
    I walked into the house around 11:30 ish and dropped my bags by the door.
    "Dad, Im home." I shouted as I glanced at him on the phone with someone.
    "Alright." He replied.
    I made my way upstairs as he continued talking and quickly showered, then straightening my hair pin straight and pinning my bangs out of my face, with the freebees being loose.
    I slipped on my plain black dress and blue high heels with blue heart necklace, blue being my moms favourite colour.
    Well, it was.
    My face stayed plain knowing if I even attempted make up, it would be washed away with my tears soon enough. My dad called from downstairs saying it was time to go, and I slipped my heels on, following after him, the sun hidden by the dark clouds looking like it was going to rain. He started up his truck and pulled out of the drive way, heading towards the cemetery where my mom was supposidly lying in a box, waiting to be put into ground.
    ...
    All of the fire house members and family friends came to see my mother and offer their condolences for our loss of a strong woman. We all eventually had to close the casket and proceed to the back to where my mothers grave stone was for her to be lowered into the ground. My body felt numb and helpless, wishing I somewhat told Sam.
    I stood next to my father as the Priest said a few final words as I felt arms wrap around my wasit tightly and my back being pulled into a strong solid chest. My gaze looked up as I saw Sam's brown eyes stare into mine, his body dressed in a suit and tie, holding onto me tighty.
    Protectively.
    I turned around and buried my face into his chest, fisting his white dress shirt into my hand tightly, sobbing. I was thankful that he was here. Sam buried his face into my nexk, placing soft kisses in the crock on it and along my jaw line.
    Eventually, Sam pulled me out of his chest, so that we could both watch as they lowered my mom into the ground. After a moment of silence and for people to say final goodbyes, they ushered us to our cars before they covered her casket with dirt.
    I held onto Sam's hand the whole way back to the cement where the vechicles were all parked.
    "Grace, we are going to go get some late lunch at the Cafe, don't be too long, Sam can come if he wants." My dad yelled slightly loud, wiping his eyes quickly.
    I nodded my head as I leaned against Sams arm.
    "Grace?" Sam whispered.
    "Yeah?" I replied, trying to rid my eyes of tears.
    "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
    "I didn't want to. I didn't need you trying to fix everything." I replied, not meaning to sound harsh.
    "Why not?" He wondered.
    "Because Sam, You can't fix everything, You can't protect me from everything." I shouted rather loudly.
    "No, But I can try." He whispered.
    "Sam, don't. Just don't. Its over with. Shes dead. Shes gone, Shes in the ground. Its over with. Don't bring up the past."
    "I will bring up the past if its a major issue. Which this is." He answered.
    I leaned against his car on the passenger side, hidden from the guests who showed up.
    "I said let it go." I growled at him.
    "No, I wont. You should of told me." He spat.
    Without thinking, I raised my hand and smacked him across the face.
    "I didn't have to tell you sh/t!" I spat back.
    Sams hand raised and almost collided with my face, his arm froze stopping it a few millimetres from it, his eyes were black with anger, you could tell he wasn't Sam.
    My eyes drooped to the ground and closed tightly, waiting for him to hit me. Instead I felt his hand trail up my arm rubbing soothingly.
    "Is that what you want Sam?" I asked, staring at him finally, his eyes back to normal, back to saddness.
    "To hit me? Go ahead. Want to slap it out of me? Slap out why I didn't want to tell you? Well fine. I didn't tell you because I thought you'd try to change it. Try to fix her. She can't be fixed. You're always trying to protect me. She was going to die. You couldn't change that Sam. You just couldn't." I shouted, pushing him back and quickly running to my dads idling truck.
    "You're right." Sam said, before I climbed into my dads vehicle.
    "I can't protect you from everything, not even this. But d@mn it Grace, I could of tried. I will try, not matter what. I wont give up. I'll protect you from everything I can, because I want to, because I don't want you hurt. You are everything to me now Grace. I only care about you."
    I closed the door, but not before I heard him talk again.
    "I can't protect you from everything that happens Grace. But I promise you this, I will try my absolute hardest. Thats a d@mn promise."
    I slammed the door as my dad pulled away, heading for home, I suddenly not feeling hungry.
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    Shoutouts: To AmberBailey for her amazing help with this story; Breeze, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLL! <3; And Sophie, who is still a POOPYHEAD! <3
    Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=71949736

  11. RandomGirl42 RandomGirl42
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    February 25, 2013 12:11am UTC
    DUUUUDE
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  12. epinkHKit143 epinkHKit143
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:14am UTC
    Can i be your GENTLEMAN?
    i promise that i'll be as gentle as i can.
    -Cody simpson

  13. Alyas_s Alyas_s
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    February 25, 2013 12:14am UTC
    Why?

  14. BrighterThanAnyone BrighterThanAnyone
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:14am UTC

    Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into the places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak with the weak, vulnerable with the vulnerable, and powerless with the powerless. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.

  15. aligatorskys aligatorskys
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:14am UTC
    call me a name,
    kill me with words,
    forget about me,
    it what i deserve

  16. IHeartMeMyBFF3 IHeartMeMyBFF3
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:15am UTC
    Those annoying 'Tear here's on packages that never work

  17. julia* julia*
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:15am UTC
    "Be very, very careful
    what you put into that head
    because you'll never, ever
    { get it out" }

  18. laxchick28 laxchick28
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:18am UTC
    Here's the problem: In 2010...
    -Over half, about 56 percent, of all students have witnesses a bullying crime take place while at school.
    -A reported 15 percent of all students who don't show up for school report it to being out of fear of being bullied while at school.
    -There are about 71 percent of students that report bullying as an on-going problem.
    -Along that same vein, about one out of every 10 students drops out or changes schools because of repeated bullying.
    -One out of every 20 students has seen a student with a gun at school.
    -Some of the top years for bullying include 4th through 8th graders in which 90 percent were reported as victims of some kind of bullying.
    -Other recent bullying statistics reveal that 54 percent of students reported that witnessing physical abuse at home can lead to violence in school.
    -Among students of all ages, homicide perpetrators were found to be twice as likely as homicide victims to have been bullied previously by their peers.
    -There are about 282,000 students that are reportedly attacked in high schools throughout the nation each month.
    (http://www.bullyingstatistics.org/content/bullying-statistics-2010.html)
    But I do believe we can change these ongoing bullying problems. We can form a safe environment where no one is judged.
    Honestly, I'm probably one of the most awkward, weirdest people ever. And I don't have any really good friends that I feel like I can go to for help, and I know that's the case with a ton of people.
    So here's how we change it: We rise against. We treat everyone here and out in the world with respect, because you never know what people are going through. We will be ourselves and be confident with that, and we will compliment each other on their unique traits. And we will never say anything bad about anyone else.
    If you can vow to do that, then please join me. Together, we can start a movement.

  19. RandomGirl42 RandomGirl42
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:19am UTC
    You know you're poor when
    you get excited when a limo drives by
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  20. Hyouka* Hyouka*
    posted a quote
    February 25, 2013 12:19am UTC
    " lost and insecure, you found me, you found me lying on the floor"

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