Lorelei Tinney(me)
- voices
When I speak I speak for what I believe and I use my own words with my own voice and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me - Lorelei Tinney I may not know what to say but I know that what I do say can change the world -Lorelei Tinney Voices are what people use when all else fails and they use them for better or for worse. The least I can do is say something and really try to make it for the greater good. -Lorelei Tinney.
Lorelei Tinney(me)
- voices
When I speak I speak for what I believe and I use my own words with my own voice and there is nothing you can say or do to stop me - Lorelei Tinney I may not know what to say but I know that what I do say can change the world -Lorelei Tinney Voices are what people use when all else fails and they use them for better or for worse. The least I can do is say something and really try to make it for the greater good. -Lorelei Tinney.
will/anonymus
- play
Romeo, Romeo Where for art thou Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy name but only accept my love and I will no longer be a Capulet. To be or not to be that is the question. Love is a fickle being much like the thing it controls, why did the chicken cross the road? So it could turn around and do it again.
sophia t.
- so much
I want nothing more than to go to Hogwarts. I would be very much like to watch the Hunger Games. I spend many the day both crying and hoping and wishing yet nothing has happened... yet.
unknown
- Sunday's child
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is caring and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, But the child child born on the sunny day is blithe and bony and good and gay.
unknown/fans
- Words/Roses
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go sit in a corner all by myself, and cry for hours. Roses are red, night lock is blue, it's Catching Fire, not Hunger Games 2.
unknown
I would rather be hated for who I am then loved for who I'm not. I would rather be loved for who I am then hated for who I'm not. If I had a choice it would be to forget for remembering is much worse.
