From Twitter 02-19-2011

KISAME C:~ How was class?
What is all about this 3am story? :/
Oh my gosh. I just heard a car crash! O-O
#ZzZzZzZzZzZ
Hello~
"Let's have a girls night!" 'I'd rather not, let's have a boys night.' "You're not a boy." 'And your point is..?'
I hate it when the house is all quiet and stuff.
I just noticed I got tanned on my feet O.O
Smiling is like sit-ups for your cheeks~ 8D
Hello there Kis~
KISSY KISS~
I've got an awkward bunch of friends.
I hide in the dark corners of twitter and just watch.
Cinnamon plum tea —something that was more elusive than guys who could both hold decent conversations and hold the door open.
Drunk Naruto~
I'LL MAKE SUM T FOR EVERYONE~
@SasukexUchiha I think I know the difference between Sasuke and (kind of drunk) Naruto :D
#DRUNKNARUTO~ DANCE PARTY 8D
I should stop being this crazy.
#DRUNKNARUTO USING @SasukexUchiha account~ there will be blood.
I'll just sit back and watch. I do not encourage violence. Only if its people who thinks violence is fun~
8'D
Too much love going around.
RT"@SasukexUchiha: Oi tmeme, got ansy Rmane in here? I still havde the taste of emeo in my mohth!" OH @NarukoXUzumaki THAT WAS SO BAD 8D
I should stop talking to you two (@NarukoXUzumaki & @SasukexUchiha). You're making my quiet (quite boring) TL crazy. Its rubbing off on me~
C:
RT @SasukexUchiha: Yiour jusdft gointg to punch me wihtt your lips again!s
*watches #likeAboss.*
@KisameSharkman Ah! *becomes a worried Hinata* I heard you hurt yourself. :c How are you feeling?
Ohh.. You were talking about that Pain.. Yes. I am embarrassed.
This is still happening? :| @SasukexUchiha will kill you Naruto. I do feel bad.
"It's Gakuman and Minafish!" (Translation: its Fugaku and Minato.)
@SasukexUchiha You shouldn't be apologizing! Its Naruto who's supposed to apologize if he wants to live :D
Lolololol
RT @fatimatoes: "Don't look this bitch in the eye" I didn't know they had bitches in Greek mythology.
ROCK - PAPER - SCISSORS. - “I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors,... http://tumblr.com/xro1jw1jm0
Photo: snugglekitty: http://tumblr.com/xro1jw4bb3
No stopping. - I’m the beginning of the end, with my deathly fires that burns light into space, and chains... http://tumblr.com/xro1jw544m
My definition. - Butterflies full of tinker dust passes our heads when the world sinks to the bottom with a... http://tumblr.com/xro1jw5nz8
Photo: INSTEAD OF DOING WORK IN CLASS. I DRAW FUNKY PEOPLE~ 8D http://tumblr.com/xro1jw5ubv
Audio: fuckyeahdae-sung: http://tumblr.com/xro1jw6wv7
I know you're the person I can return to because when Im thinking of you, you're thinking of me too.
Throw a peace sign and say Hey pimp daddy!
My forehead will kill all my future boyfriends.
Dx
Great minds talk about ideas. Small minds talk about people.
The sun after the storm shines.
Watching Greys Anatomy. #IfeelLikeAsurgeon.
RT @failwhalequotes: Dear Pringles, I cannot fit my hand inside your tube of deliciousness.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
Sorry Hun, but, unlike you, Im not the doorknob, where everyone gets a turn. Im more of a casino, where only the lucky ones, hit the Jackpot
One day.. facebook, youtube, myspace and friendster will come together as one. it will be called, fookyoumyfriend.
Chuck Norris was born May 6,1945.The Nazis surrendered May 7, 1945.Coincidence? I think not.
Morning you two~
I have an embarrassing secret. :3
RT @fatimatoes: Hester Prynne, stop with the old school english and make me WANT to read your story. #TheScarletLetter
RT @FierceScarlet: @P_sychoC_at it seems the 2 friends/rivals/weirdos love to kiss each others when they're drunk çoç [sasuke did it bef ...
I don't know about this icon.. Hmm. :/
@Pink_x_Thing C: Thanks Pink ^^
@fatimatoes Fotoflexer
@fatimatoes I think so, but maybe there's an app for BB.
Photo: HINATA IS SO CUTE AND I LOVE HER THA MOST!!!! C: http://tumblr.com/xro1jy6lmn
@KisameSharkman OH NO~ That must be painful! I hope you feel a little better today, Kisame.
Extreme measures. Where science ends and art begins.
@KisameSharkman Just to make you feel better. I'll m-make TEA! Because everyone loves tea & it makes you feel warm and fuzzy :3. Doesn't it?
@KisameSharkman I'll be able to make some tea /if/ you let go..*Giggles softly and rubs your back*
TWITTER JUST FROZE~ THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END... #Jokes
@KisameSharkman *shakes her head with a smile as she saunters to the kitchen*
*brings back a full pot of tea*..*AND pancakes* (how cool am I?)
8D
@_Kabuto_Yakushi That's sucks Kabs :( Psh. They wish they were as cool as you.
@_Kabuto_Yakushi C: You're too nice Kabs ^^
@KisameSharkman *comes back with a pot of tea AND pancakes, glancing at you as she passes*
@KisameSharkman Here.. taste and tell me if its good..*holds up fork with a piece of pancake* Because my pancakes are happiness :3
*Nodnod* That's right Tayuya. I hope you agree~
@KisameSharkman *stares at you with slightly widen eyes before nibbling on her own*...I told you so~ But I wasn't expecting that reaction C:
Oh no~ Argument. Dx
@KisameSharkman No need to thank me. I hope it made you feel a little better..*taps your injured knee lightly with a soft smile*
HE'S SO FLUFFY - I'M GONNA DIE! 8D
Photo: FLIFFY!FLUFFFFFY!PHUFFY!!!!! I LOVE YOU ♥♥♥ http://tumblr.com/xro1k05ats
I can't handle loud people.
I go back to school wednesday 8D
#HARASSTAYUYASPHONE!! 8'D
8D
I'm in love with you twitterers. Feel lucky~ #Psh.
What is this face? (*^,) #Ihavenoidea
Sometimes I blush till I can't think of anything when Itachi and Kabuto is on~ #ImSuchAPrude.

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It's never too late to be what you have been before.

Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."

All I can be is me, whoever that is.

"I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day.  When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon."

Once upon a time, when rhyming began.

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!


What was your favourite nursery rhyme?

Text Message.

"OHMAIGOD! Reject him! Block him! 

Send him hateful messages! Don't let him 

hurt you. Be a rebel! Stop letting him 

make you feel sad and insecure because 

he's gay and a douche and he just 

doesn't have the effin guts to act 

like a man towards you!"

*takes a long breath in*

I say this because I love you.

"I could follow you to the beginning and just relive the start. And maybe then we'll remember to slow down, to all of our favorite parts."

My two minute stranger.

Some time ago, a long time-in-playgrounds-and-pigtails ago, Mom told me to never hide behind feelings, to never give anybody the upper hand of my heart, the heart on my sleeve.


She told me with her (old wrinkly) voice that I shouldn't hide the truth from anyone - because when you meet your best friend, your first friendship, you'll be the one afraid yet brave despite the current emotions making your knees weak. And you'll want them to see you as a person. Not a shadow.


Her mother told her to be straight forward. And that's what she did. She told her first (will you be my friend?) best friend and she told her first (will you be mine?) boyfriend.


They might've rejected her, forgot about her, threw her to the pavement with mean smirks, or opened their arms to a life time of happiness. She didn't dare look back after that. Fight now, cry later.

But then she met someone like her. Someone who understood her positive forwardness. Someone who liked that she was brave and small and boiled with anger everyday when the sun is at its highest.

I'm so afraid to show I care. Will he think I'm weak, if I tremble when I speak? 


Someone who took her hand instead of vice versa and someone who said (I'm me, and I want to know you) Hello. She said (I've been looking for you everywhere) Hi. He smiled his bright smile and couldn't help sending him one of her own. 

Throwing away everything she learnt, she pulled him into her arms and said with an inner emotion that could not explain in words, I'm afraid. But I love you. Can I take you home with me even though I'm a stranger? I won't forget you if you walk away. Yet I won't be mad because people are sane and I'm unrealistic. 

Can you live with an unrealistic person with their heart in your hand?

She remembered before her head started spinning from the sound of his touch and the feel of his whispered thoughts. 

I wouldn't like it any other way. Because you're my unrealistic two minute stranger. 

"There's a time when you can share and you hold hands and be on the same path. But there's always a fork in the road... at some point. And sometimes you have to go on one part of the fork and they gotta go on the other part of the fork. Or just down the back part of the fork while you go forward. And they're like *sigh* Or they got a salad fork and you have one of the big dinner forks and you have longer to go but they're like done because that's it, they're stuck on a piece of food, that they *sigh*. A desert fork or like one of those, you know small little shrimp forks or crab forks and you're trying to get out a crab. They're like that and you're over here jumping to the huge serving fork or something like that, or a ladle, you know."

Death wish.

"How do you know when you're ready to die?"

He remained quiet for a few seconds, the silence on his part somewhat alarming, and she was hardly aware of the way her fingers clenched tense fistfuls of sand.

"…You just know," he finally said after a moment, voice calm and complacent in the still air.

Her brows furrowed.

"What do you mean you 'just know'?"

"How do you know when you're in love?" he returned, tone wry. "How do you describe knowing that?"

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, unable to think of an answer.





"Yeah, it's like that. You just know. You can't put it into words."




"Huh" she mumbled, looking out in the distance, past the sandy dunes and watched the tired sun finally setting and watching the after glow take place.




"You just know."

Making things real.

I've always known you were the one that wrote on my napkins and the on the corners of last weeks newspaper. Leaving little remarks that put a smile (even though I don't want to) unexpectedly on my face.

I've always known, somehow, you wrote me letters, letters in your own hand (because it's untidy and messy and I can see your tears from yesterday) because they're more personal and meaningful than something typed out on a computer.

I've always known you were the one that stood behind the door when I stepped out, giving me a fright (with blazing eyes and small pummeling fist coming your way) just so you could see my after out-of-breath-smile and just so I can receive that gentle I'm-really-sorry-I-made-you-die-in-like-3-seconds kiss.

And I've always known that you, (stubborn, funny, way too protective) you always came back to me, (overly, shy, a nervous wreck, happy-because-you're-real) me.

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel.

It is now 22:33. One more hour and twenty-seven minutes till I turn 17.

Hope you lovelies had an awesome day.

What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning.

"YOSH!" Something Rock Lee would have said at a time like this.

It's a new year and new beginnings. I want, and for everyone that is reading this too, to start this year with as little problems, less angry-frightening-I'm am going to kick your ass- moments and more positive and happy days (even though it, me, you could be quite annoying during these moments).

Whaddya' say?

Cheers.

PS: I might be mentioning or not be mentioning it buuuut 5 more days it might be my birthday.

She liked beautiful people and their pretty greenbrownblue eyes. She liked that dark, quiet boy(man). The upwards motion he makes with his lips, when he hears something amusing, as if he's about to smile - but doesn't. It makes you want to cover your face and fall with all the butterflies, fluttering their wings in you stomach. That deep, slightly scary chuckle, rumbling sound as you lay on his chest. His honest, straightforward answers that might make you cry or violent or just make everything brighter and wonderful with all the confetti and blue skies and happyhappy smiles.

"Even if we kiss a million times. I'll still blush and act as if it was our first."

"The ability to have thoughts and not act on them is what separates man from beast."

She's eating the food with her eyes.

"You can't have my heart, the doctor told me I'd be dead without it."

Chubby cheeks is a disease. Try not to catch it.

Sasuke and Sakura.

God.

Everything was ugly. Too damn ugly. If she could, she would throw a bucket of glitter and honey over the starless sky, and city, and you (because you don't like sticky things but you're also pretty) and anything else that was in her path. But she couldn't because she was laying on the cement floor with trailing thoughts and spilt coffee.

–when the dance is through, it's me and you. come on, would it really be so bad?

It always happens to her. Bad things. Horribly embarrassing bad (badbad) things. The breaking of glass, the scraping of knees against asphalt floors, those horrible prom night, pink Iseeyou pustules that pops up unexpectedlyexpectedly and the 

I-really-like-you-but-I'm-making-a-big-fool-out-of-myself-right-now-so-I'll-leave moments. Bad. It was always an ending to another beginning for her.

And then there was him. You. The can I slap you and kiss you at the same time boy. 

"It's not the end of the world."

"Of course it's not, if it was, I'd actually have some luck."

"Hn."

And then you'd do that funny little thatsnotevenaword sound. You were able to amuse me and stop me with that insignificant little noise.

She would get mad, throw a fit and then he would smile his smile, your rare kodak moment smile, his something-to-die-for smiles. My Sasuke smiles.

–all we can do is keep breathing now.

Instead of changing the world and making it a better place with glitter and honey, we lay on the cold asphalt ground under the starless sky with spilt coffee and trailing thoughts and smudged smiles with bad luck and broken glasses because I'd rather be sleeping and dreaming about tomorrow with you.


–you close your eyes and kiss your hand, then you blow it