words are just air that flies into the wind, noticed once and never remembered again. So if you want to keep me, do not blow your loving air into my ear, instead use motions that cut through the wind, and prove that they are puzzle pieces that fit into one another. Eminem - Space Bound
Goodbye, Witty. Witty has been so good to me, but it is my time to say goodbye. I made my first account on here on October 30, 2011; I was 11, I'm 18 now. I grew up with this website. If you travelled through all of my accounts, first to last, you'd see the journey I took to become who I am today. This website has shaped me in the most unbelievable way. Most of my witty friends have left, except for a few, like Bailey, and Allison who checks in once in a while. I don't have any time in my life to keep up with the top quotes or even to just check this website. Thank you, Steve, and everyone who I've ever talked to on here. See ya, witty.
I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight. They don't pull away, they don't look at your face, and they don't try to kiss you All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness in it I hope you become addicted, baby I hope you become addicted to sayin' things and having them matter to someone
Dudu* posted a quote
September 14, 2017 9:03am EDT
My younger sister is my best friend, but she doesn't know. She knows the most about me, I really like taking with her about whatever comes to mind. I can be myself completely. We fight a lot too about petty stuff, but it's never serious. She is my best friend. I won't tell her, because she would worry about me. "What about [insert friends name here]?" Would be the first thing she says back. And I don't want her to worry. She is a bit younger than me, I feel like I still have this proper image to uphold when I'm with her. It would hurt my pride if she knew how I really felt most of the time. She is my closest friend. Maybe when we're older I can tell her. Maybe when I'm older I will have made new friends. Maybe when my depression goes away. Who knows.
I miss your fingertips running through my hair in the middle of the night. I miss you waking up because I can't sleep, to pull me in close. I miss when you noticed all the little things. I miss midnight conversations, and playing around on the floor. I miss your voice and the comfort it brings me when you say "it's going to be alright"