"Look at you. You're young. You're scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralysed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen too. Play it loud as heck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realise that you can do whatever you want?" -Louise Flory
facingfate posted a quote
February 27, 2014 10:13pm UTC
Facing Fate Chapter 1 How it all began Ill never forget the way he looked that night, in his dark blue collard shirt and his kakies. Still to this day that`s my favorite outfit of his. We were both at a birthday dinner for one of our mutual friends. I had seen him around but i never really knew him too well although i did think he was kinda cute. i was at the dinner prior to him. When he arrived i couldn`t keep my eyes off of him. Although i figured it was best if i just kept to myself and my own friends. We spent most of the night occasionally making eye contact and then looking away. It was obvious we were both curious about eachother but we both did nothing. The drinks were outside and i really needed a water because my throat was dry from talking and dancing. I went outside to grab one and there he was. Leaning over the bin Reaching for a water bottle. He spun around, looked at me and shot out his hand. "Hi im Jack" "Hey jack" i replied "Im Sydney" "Are you just grabbing some water?" "Yes i am." "So Sydney there`s something i have just got to tell you." "And what would that be?" I reply. "I`ve never seen someone look as gorgeous as you do tonight." "You are too sweet. Thank you." I start to head towards the door. "Wait." "What?" i answer. "So ill see you around?" "Just maybe." I reply with a smile and walk inside. My heart was racing i had never felt more alive.
BluRoseHeart* posted a quote
February 21, 2014 12:06am UTC
Pain is always there, Left like a scar. Happiness does not scar. It is merely a long forgotten memory, You can't remember what it felt like. So we forget, Forget what it's like to be happy. Now that all we are is sad.