Best Addiction Quotes This Week

peacegirl270
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April 3, 2013 3:01pm UTC

You know that feeling when you can't stay in bed on Witty any longer?
Yeah, me neither.

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im_just_me
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April 4, 2013 9:18pm UTC

THINGS I'M ADDICTED TO :
1. Internet
2. Food
3. Music

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SourPatchKidsYo
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June 7, 2013 3:00pm UTC

A lot of people are addicted to alcohol, drugs
and cigarettes;
My addiction's Pokemon
-Kellin Quinn-

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kiss_my_scars
posted a quote
January 13, 2015 9:41pm UTC

You're an addiction
Why am I an allergy?

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*DanceTillTheWorldEnds**
posted a quote
July 31, 2013 7:48pm UTC

Me: *posts a quote*
Me: *goes to Newest*
Me: *has to scroll through a million and one quotes to find mine*
Me: Wow, people have serious addictions to this website...

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*Hooligan*
posted a quote
November 23, 2013 8:42pm UTC

Lisztomania:
-A need to listen to music all the time

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seafoam*
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August 5, 2016 11:52pm UTC

Every form of addiction is bad, whether the narcotic is alcohol, morphine
oR IDeaLIsm.

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YoungForever_723*
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March 10, 2013 1:23am UTC

Aided by an Angel
Chapter Eighteen ; Part I
Amber's POV:
I stared at myself in the mirror a final time before exiting the bathroom to head off to bed. I saw a woman who was comfortable being broken and shattered and damaged. I'll be the first to admit that I have lived one h e l l of a life. I sure did know how to walk into the worst situations, didn't I? I mean this in the nicest way, but I guess I got that from my Mother; I hope it's not a genetic thing because then Miracle and Aaron are screwed. It already ruined Lilli's life. I guess it was in our blood. A bad luck gene? I don't know, but whatever it was I was living with it and thought it was perfectly okay. I figured I have my faith and my children and what else could a girl need?
My eyes were deep red and my tears left dry, salty patches all over my pale face. My eyes wandered down my figure to my wrists. They were starting to grow purple, along with my hands. Right where his hands gripped sat a Tiffany bracelet with a dove charm attached in the middle. Whenever Niall got alcohol on his mind, there was no telling what he would do. He wasn't him when there was alcohol around.
This didn't happen often; maybe two or three times a year? He'd either be drunk or, like tonight, want to be drunk and I was standing in his way of it and then he'd get angry. He'd shove or grab me so he could get to what he wanted. He never laid a hand on the kids, though. He wasn't like that. And when he would get aggressive, it wasn't him doing it; it was his addiction.
He got real bad in those years he disapperared when Lilli was an baby. He hid away in Ireland for those years and basically went out to the pub every night and occasionally came home with a random woman he'd met. We had a serious talk about where he was right before we got married and he was very open with me; he let no details out. He swore he'd never get like that again, but when Lilli passed away, he just snapped and hasn't been the same since.
He'd get angry, blow off some steam, and then come back to me with an apology gift. Usually he'd stop by they Tiffany store and pick me up a piece of jewlry I've had my eyes on. Tonight, he came home while I was scrubbing my kitchen tiles, trying to get the red wine stain up. I fought him for the bottle I had out earlier and it ended up shattered on the floor when he attempted to wriggle it from my fingers. We went back and forth for a little until he jutted the bottle a little too hard, knocking myself and the wine to the floor. That's when he left. Around eleven o'clock he came home with a medium sized blue box containing the dove bracelet. I had just snapped a picture of it, in the box of course, for Miracle to see.
I liked to believe she didn't know he hurt me, but let's face it: she wasn't stupid. I ran my hair brush through my hair one last time before heading out. I flicked the lights out and started to tip toe to my resting husband who was laying on our bed. I felt my phone buzz, 'It's beautiful Momma - Mir xx' Poor girl was probably tired. I told her how much I loved her and said good night.
"Who are you talking to?" Niall asked me, his words slurring on the pillow while I sat with my back up against the wall. I had gotten two texts right before I answered him, though.
'Night Momma, love you 2 the moon & back, <3 - Mir xx'
'How are you doing? - Liam xx'

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invisableme13
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April 17, 2013 8:24pm UTC

Once your on witty your stuck for life its stops becoming a choice, rather an ADDICTION

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DeathOfASon
posted a quote
June 25, 2013 8:42pm UTC

Devil: Welcome to Hell... you're trapped here for eternity, burning in the flames fueled by your sins.
Me: What's your Wi-Fi password?

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SugarPlumxlove28
posted a quote
April 3, 2014 1:52pm UTC

" Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who
quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in
an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette.
He gave in.
What i'm trying to say is I think
I love you again "

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*nerium*
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August 21, 2014 4:58pm UTC

he was a neurotoxin, something to keep me going, and something to soothe my mind. he was excitingly illicit, some kind of crazed, psychotic stimulant for my mind. he bought euphoria, made me transcendent, and ripped the world apart. he made me feel like i could do anything; he removed the boundaries.
i was constantly moving. it hurt to stop, so i never did; even when i was sitting, my mouth would move at brute force, i'd talk for hours and hours - until my mouth was dry - to nothing but my furniture. and afterwards, when i lie in bed, i'd grind my teeth so hard they broke and filled my mouth with salt.
i didn't care; i was too numb to care.
one night, whilst i was vigorously picking at the skin of my elbow, i caught my face in the bathroom mirror, and that's when i noticed how pale and flushed i was. my skin was blotchy and scaling in places. here i had started to worry, because dilated pupils are not normal.
and then i went numb, not for a little bit but a very long while.
he touched my mind and it went blank. i do not mean like a canvas, a beautiful new beginning. but like a city, dilapidated and left to rot alone. every neurotransmitter stopped, went black like the Arctic in winter and i forgot how to breath, how to speak. i went lax like a infant and my mind pulsated with the wrath of a thunderclap.
i fell from the ceiling.
and then everything kick-started at once, my heart was beating a rhythm so catastrophic i felt like i was dying, my lungs burnt with the rush of air impacting inside of them, and my vision was so blurred i thought i was going blind. i started crying hysterically, twitching like an insect, my neck stiff and my organs loose, burning like carbon subnitride.
i degenerated quickly, ageing like a fly and then i crawled, seeking to be nurtured by Hypnos. he held me and i woke alone, old and saddened; my fixation was gone, and all i had to show was missing teeth.
i waded through the waters of Lethe, and followed Thanatos into the fields of Elysium.

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