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| Member Since | Apr 19, 2012 |
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About me? What about me? I'm a twelve year old who is writing a fan fiction she has no motivation for anymore. I'm singing songs that I love but no one approves of. I'm stuck in a world of fiction 8 out of 10 times. If I'm not trapped in fiction, I'm on my tumblr portraying the dark thoughts that enclose my mind. I'm almost always listening to music and moving along to my own beat. I'm learning how to express myself in different ways and forms. Art is a main one at the moment. I'm scared of change, I can't control everything in my life & it honestly freaks me out, but in the words of Stephan Chbosky, "Things change, friends leave, and life doesn't stop for anybody." I've been in this world since June 24th 2000 I'm broken. I'm a huge fan of John Green. I'm just a kid trying to survive in this cruel world called reality. ✄ -------------------------- talk to me or stalk me at: ⓘⓝⓢⓣⓐⓖⓡⓐⓜ http://instagram.com/heythisissaraah ⓣⓦⓘⓣⓣⓔⓡ twitter.com/thisissaraah ⓚⓘⓚ thisissaraah ⓣⓤⓜⓑⓛⓡ http://thisissaraaah.tumblr.com/ ⓐⓢⓚ.ⓕⓜ http://ask.fm/heythisissaraah
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So I just got in Fort Myers Florida and I was wondering if anyone lived there and wanted to hang out? I'm here until the 14th
@thisissaraah oh my goodness i just cried from that
That is so perfect and just so sad at the same time!!
OMG that's the saddest story!! I cried :'( xxx
I once fell in love with a boy. I knew him, but I had never met him. He was shy and compassionate. The boy made me smile randomly and giddily. His favorite colors were blue, black, and green. I had noted they were the color of bruises. He smiled when I spoke my mind and comforted me when I cried. I had no way of thanking him. He had said that just being me was enough. There were two problems that had risen: our age and our view. He was seventeen and when he looked out the window, he saw snowy mountains-lots of them. I was thirteen and when I looked out the window, I saw empty fields- lots of them. We agreed the distance in both complications was enough to keep us apart. Then slowly we grew apart more and my heart yearned for his humor and his smile. I had often wondered if he felt the same way as I had. After a year of waiting, I finally messaged him and all that I found was a letter. A love letter addressed to me. Written were the kind riddled words that I had come to know and love. The letter explained a lot: why he stopped responding and why he had fallen in love with me and how he became addicted to pain. The letter explained how his mother and father beat him. It told me how he began to believe everything he was told by his so called family. I was the closet to innocence he had ever found and he’d fallen in love with my naïveness. I had fallen in love with a broken boy, and I hadn’t minded except for one fact; I was a little too late. By the time I figured out his final riddle, he was long gone and watching over me. When his mother threw her last punch and his father landed his final kick, his heart stopped and mine did too, taking every ounce of innocence I ever had with it. _____________________ please tell me what you think! its inspired by something thats happened to me recentely
@rocketmenowhere We can be friends! ahaha Do you have a kik?
can i be your friend??? like i havent ever even spoken to you but i want to be your best friend bye
.-. MY IPOD DIED <.<
@authoress101 yes. :)
Everyone is fantastic. Did you see who followed you today?