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Abigail;*
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16 years old.
London.



Mood: Intense.


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I love;
James McAvoy and christmas concerts and uni kids and four part harmony. Tek and moshes and headbanging and vampires and werewolves and dark romance and and the rooftop and him and the dusty road and the gelati. The breeze on my face and the way it makes you feel infinite and the way you look tonight, and passion, undeniable and needwanthave, and the way you make me ache, and butterflies and melting and breakdowns and your strength. Kyle XY's eyes and the buzz in London, and my office heels and skirts, and invisibility and photography and the Camden days and new experiences, and dirty little grunger boys and the taste of cigarettes on his lips and French boys and foreign tongues and flirting meaninglessly and playing pretend. Falling for boys in books, and writing and writing until it all goes away, and it never does, and escapism and role play and secrets, and knowing what I shouldn't. Boys with boys and slash and Draco Malfoy and making a new friend and moving on and flirting with danger and giving up on being good and skittles and jelly beans and friends who are guys and real tight hugs and sarcasm and fetishes. Erstwhile paramours and forbidden love and angst and anger and writing heartbreak and confidence and arrogance. The backhanded compliments and the smirk and the subtlety and gingerbread houses, and Hermione, and blogs and best friends and the hockey guys, and the 3s and the random pictures of the day and the raucous shenanigans at formal events… and someone I can keep.
No holding hands, no sweet nothings, no flowery words and no pretending you love me.

I listen to;
Music sung by pretty boys with guitars about sad girls and beautiful disasters.
I like a bit of Westlife of an evening, I spent weeks of my life singing the Wicked Soundtrack and I fell in love with the Phantom. Christine made the wrong choice.

When I'm angry, I listen to Blood Sugar and Lostprophets and Trivium. When I'm sad I listen to Will You Remember Me, and Coldplay, and Dashboard Confessional.
I love listening to Debussy, because it's one of the most beautiful sounds in existence. I like to listen to obscure bands nobody else has ever heard of and I like to name my playlists after emotions and places and the people who the songs remind me of.

I take music far too seriously, and when I say that music is my life, I really mean it. Not just crappy grunge tracks or indie 'rock', but real music. And I'm sorry if you can't accept that, but I'm in love with the way it can make me feel.
It's smarter than dedicating my life to you.

I read;
Harry Potter. Twilight. New Moon. Eclipse. The Wind Singer. Just Listen. Missing. The Gift. The Magician's Guild. Perks of Being a Wallflower. Boy Meets Boy. Lucas. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. Wicked. Son of a Witch. The Realm of Possibilty. Are we there yet? Mr Darcy's Diary. Candy. Speak. How I live now. Let's Get Lost. The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl. Jane Eyre. Jane Austen. David Levithan. Rachel Cohn. Alison Croggon. Shakespeare. Mythology. Poetry and fanfiction.

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Interests: You. High heels. Being told "I love you". Having them mean it. Those moments. Those boys. Pretending to be deep. Dark music. Happy music. Lyrics. Writing them. Hearing them. Anything that can make me cry. Even him. Taking photos. Being stupid. Forgetting who I'm supposed to be. Fireworks. Lying outside looking at the stars. Sunsets. Romatic cliches. Daydreaming. Escaping. Hockey people. Dudes who wear funky hats. Boys with boys. Slash. Draco Malfoy. Making a new friend. Knowing that you have a connection that will always be there. Moving On. Flirting With Danger. Giving up on being good. When he's so close that you can feel his breath on your lips. The 'almost' hug. That cheesy grin. Idiot smiles. Skittles. Friends who are guys. Real tight hugs. Kisses. Dancing in the rain. Above all... Him. ?
Expertise: Writing- Poetry, Songs, Fanfiction etc. Singing. Pretending.


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Member Since: 12/9/2006

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

normal fantasy cs lewis sould

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."- From Funeral Blues, W.H. Auden.

breathe repeat break or save amazing life

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands- e.e.  cummings

nothing wrong with you not afraid needs more fantasy

You are all that I am holding on to.
You are all that is holding me back.

mary frye poem

"There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love."
-Oscar Wilde.

 


Monday, January 12, 2009

everything i need i think you are everybody lies

fell in lovemy breath awayshe cried

ocean run over if i let myselfto be able to float

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"Sometimes you just need someone. Someone to make you smile when you're sad, someone to tell you you're beautiful, someone to look forward to seeing you everyday. Someone to call you every night, someone to say I love you and mean it. Sometimes you just need someone, anyone.
For me, most of the time that someone is you."- My blog.

 


Saturday, November 15, 2008

the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly.

Just for the record... Xanga celebrities make me LOL.
The world's gone mad. Absolutley stark raving mad.

Quotes, anyone?

"No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater...The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot."- This Lullaby, Sarah Dessen.

"Because sometimes you have something you need to say but you can't because the words won't come out or you get scared or you feel stupid, so if you could write a song and sing it then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out of yourself, but all of us can't be songwriters so some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking or what we want other people to know what we're thinking so we'll never get the chance to make things right again ever." -Gilmore Girls

"Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it."-Just Listen, Sarah Dessen

 

"I'm terrified of everything. The past, and nothing living up to it. The present, and who's lying and who's breaking and who needs me to save them. The future, and whether I'll be like this always."- Mine (Credit if you take!)

 

"The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself."-Mark Twain

 

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides."-David Viscott, How to Live with Another Person

 

"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."-Robert Frost

 

"It is a little disconcerting to figure out, that after everything I wished for so fervently and everything I prayed for so ardently, it all came down to my own self-esteem. My desire to be loved encompassed even my desire to be perfect, and in the end, it feels like I am neither, it feels as if both are just out of my grasp. And it's almost like the darkness is taunting me, because I can't sleep properly and I think about it all the time. I've learnt that no matter how much you love or trust someone, there's no way of guaranteeing that they won't abuse that trust, or hurt you, whether they do it accidentally or not. And sometimes, without knowing it, you can become your own worst enemy, and sometimes you need to step back and see that maybe it isn't everybody else that's the problem. Maybe it's just you, and maybe getting hurt was the only way the world could open your eyes.
Maybe loving yourself is the most important thing."- Mine (Credit if you take!)

 

"Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness." Anatole France

 

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves." - Victor Hugo

 

"For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'"- John Greenleaf Whittier

 

"If I know what love is, it is because of you"- Herman Hesse

 

“Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.”- Herman Hesse

 

"That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.”- Never Been Kissed

 

"Even if you think the flame has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again."-John Mayer

 

"Some of us think that holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go."- Herman Hesse

 

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Friday, October 17, 2008

Currently Listening
Avenue Q (2003 Original Broadway Cast)
By Jeff Marx, Robert Lopez, John Tartaglia, Stephanie D'Abruzzo, Avenue Q
There's a fine, fine line
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hello world, i think you're charming.

There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
there's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love... and a waste of time.

There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
and there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
but there's a fine, fine line between love... and a waste of your time.


And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore. I don't think that you even know what you're looking for. For my own sanity, I've got to close the door and walk away...


There's a fine, fine line between together and not.
And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...
There's a fine, fine line between love... and a waste of time.


brighter world uncertainty both always

Luke: Noah, you didn't have to come back here; but since you did, can we not play games? I'm really sick of games.
Noah: Actually, that's why I wanted to come back and talk to you. I... I wanna be straight... (Luke scoffs) I can't believe I just said that.
Luke: Well, it's the truth.
Noah: The truth? The truth is that I kissed you.
Luke: I know, I was there.
Noah: You're right. It wasn't a joke. I kissed you because... I wanted to.

all ever mattered just breathe adventures midsummer

Noah: Is that why my heart is beating so fast?
Luke: Just breathe.
Noah: I'll try
(They kiss)

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Noah: I love you. I am so in love with you.

[Yes, I'm obsessed with Nuke's story on ATWT.
We don't even get it here in the UK.]

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Rory: [to Jess, on the phone] Jess, is that you? Jess, I'm pretty sure it's you and I'm pretty sure you've been calling and not saying anything but wanna say something. Hello? You're not going to talk? Fine, I'll talk. You didn't handle things right at all. You could've talked to me. You could've told me that you were having trouble in school and weren't going to graduate, and that your dad had been there, but you didn't. And you ended up not taking me to my prom and not coming to my graduation and leaving again without saying goodbye again, and that's fine, I get it, but that's it for me. I'm going to Europe tomorrow and I'm going to Yale and I'm moving on. And I'm not going to pine. I hope you didn't think I was going to pine, okay? I think... I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let it go. So, that's it, I guess. Um, I hope you're good. I want you to be good, and, um, okay, so, goodbye. That word sounds really lame and stupid right now, but there it is. Goodbye.

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Cause I want you, and I feel you crawling underneath my skin; like a hunger, like a burning to find a place I've never been. Now I'm broken, and I'm faded- I'm half the man I thought I would be. But you can have what's left of me.- Nick Lachey

scared of the sound singing lover friend

"I saw him, and it was like a cold day in August. It was unexpected, and it hurt, and I wished things were how they were supposed to be; not cold or hostile or numb.
Just me and Jack under the tree by the courtyard, me and Jack playing in the woods late at night, me and Jack drawing songs and singing pictures, me and Jack, me and Jack… my beautiful, wonderful Jack.

Oh God, it hurt.

I hadn’t known that emotional aching for someone could hurt in such a physical way. It ached somewhere in the recesses of my chest cavity and I couldn't sleep and every word I said came out hollow.

I missed him the way I’d have missed my right arm, I missed him in the way that looking for his eyes in the hallways became a favourite game that I always lost, and his picture on my wall became my only confidante. I missed him and I loved him, in a totally selfish way that said although it’d be kinder to let him go, it felt like too big a sacrifice to even begin to release me grip.

I found it hard to believe that he didn’t know; I found it impossible to comprehend that he could be walking around whole, when all I felt was empty and hollow and numb. It was inconceivable that he could be feeling okay, or fine, when I felt so entirely bereft. Love wasn't supposed to work that way, and it hurt so much, and why, God, why wasn't he suffering?

It was the hardest thing to realise he had meant what he said.
He really didn't love me anymore, and maybe he never had." - Me

feel alive pj romeo juliet going nowhere

You may not sing the right line, you might mix up the words,

but it's the most heartfelt lyric that I think I ever heard.

You constantly amaze me, despite what we've been through,

so you don't have to be perfect; you just have to be you. 

--

Comments?

Abbi x


Thursday, January 03, 2008

  

  

   

 

   

  

Quotes coming soon, just not in this post :]
Tell me, what do you want from me?
Quotes, icons, photography?
What I post is really up to you.

Anyone else a total Rory/Jess shipper?
After all this time?
I totally am.

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