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One Direction's Little Things
Written by Ed Sheeran & Fiona Bevan
Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me.
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be.
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me.
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile.
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs.
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine.
But I'll love them endlessly.
You've been on my mind,
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea,
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep.
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep,
Though it makes no sense to me.
I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape.
You never want to know how much you weigh.
You still have to squeeze into your jeans.
But,
You're perfect to me.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.
You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right, darlin' but I want you to,
If I let you know, I'm here for you,
Maybe you'll love yourself,
Like I love you
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do,
It's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things.
Y O U T U B E L O V E
watch love replay!
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P R O F I L E
me myself and i :D
Her name is Stephanie.
This shall be her short sweet introduction.
These are the little things that make her world go round.
Vintage photographs. A good book. Fancy ribbons. Ice-blended cappucino. Pretty Ballet flats. Boots. Jackets with hoodies. Cardigans. Long Skirts. Poetry. Duets and harmonization. Simple Plan. Hearing your favorite song on the radio. Playing in a band. Strolling in the rain. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. Milkshakes. The smell of grass. Singing by a campfire. Long conversations late at night. The forest. Watching live performances. Laughing at an inside joke. Laughing at yourself. Laughing so hard your stomach hurts. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. Just plain laughing. Having someone tell you that you’re beautiful. Friends. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you. Being smiled at. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep. Hugs. Making new friends or spending time with old ones. Playing with a new puppy. Sweet dreams. Languages. Tea. Presents. Making birthday cards. Watching the sunrise. Watching a sunset. Guitar Picks. Nicknames. Unique necklaces. Green and Silver. Abstract art. Holding hands with someone you care about. Song dedications. A text in the middle of the night, knowing that somebody misses you.
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N I N E T E E N
RANDOM FACTS
because i'm 19 years old, bitches!
ONE day, I am going to be a lawyer.
TWO much of my time is spent on writing and lazing around.
THREE s have really beautiful colours; Green and Brown.
FOUR my birthday, I really love homemade stuff :)
FIVE of my favourite poems are written by Emily Dickinson, Oscar Wilde and Lewis Carroll.
SIX strings on my guitar, Ilfiare. <3
SEVEN words; I would never say goodbye to you.
EIGHT is the most prettiest number ever :D
NINE languages I would like to learn; japanese, korean, german, french, spanish, mandarin, finnish, latin and well, sign.
TEN I said to myself sit down, sit down, you're rocking the boat~~!
ELEVEN sounds like elven; beautiful creatures they are.
TWELVE is really irritating to spell sometimes.
THIRTEEN is the name of that character in 'House' and she's HOT
FOURTEEN years ago, I was a kid. xD
FIFTEEN of my favourite people: Family(4)+Wenx,Anne,Jeanette,Joes,Michele,Carol,Davedays,JosephVincent,
ChesterSee,ColtonDixon,NayaRivera
SIXTEEN was the age, I truly realised who were friends and who were not.
SEVENTEEN years of love, happiness, fear, trust, and now I'm here.
EIGHTEEN years I've spent finding the real me.
NINETEEN and I'm finally me.
W I S H L I S T
So, you know what to get me
ONE. Cardigans TWO. More ballet shoes THREE. Boots! FOUR. Necklaces FIVE. A new guitar SIX. A plane ticket SEVEN. A double degree? :P EIGHT. A masters NINE. A PHD TEN. More patience ELEVEN. Faster internet TWELVE. A sister :( THIRTEEN. To lose weight =.= FOURTEEN. Time FIFTEEN. Philippe SIXTEEN. No sickness SEVENTEEN. A bouquet of flowers EIGHTEEN. A song NINETEEN. Making a change in the world TWENTY. To be remembered :)
T A G B O A R D
yakkity yak yak
Here's one of my favourite poem.
Hope.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Written by:Emily Dickinson
The Love That Never Ended.
12:51 AM - Thursday, October 10, 2013
He wasn't someone I met through normal circumstances. He was also different from the rest of the guys I have met through normal circumstances. But, then again, they all are. They are never the same as the people I meet around me, the people I get attracted to. They're different. He's different. Before I knew it, I fell for him. And I fell hard.
October 9th 2011.
It was 2 years ago that I met him. And within that 2 years, my feelings for him never changed. I can't say that he feels the same way. I wish I could. But, I can't. We stopped talking on February 9th 2013. We never caught each other online after that. I still try to go online to just hope, to cross my fingers, to wish on a shooting star, that he would be online, that his icon would turn green.
And every night, every single night, I wish and I hope that he pops up with a "Hey, it's been too long." I miss our conversations and how I was able to tell him everything that was on my mind. And I miss how he always tries to make me smile. How he stares at me with a smile on his face.
I miss him.
A little too much.
A little too often.
And a little more each day.
Lord have mercy for I have sinned.
4:57 PM - Sunday, March 24, 2013
When the article came out, I didn't feel that quick anger at all. Yes, I was disappointed with them. Disappointed in what they did and how they make my religion seemed like it's something you can debate about. Disappointed; not angry. But then you went ahead and said what you said. You, a friend. You, someone who should have understood. Now, anger is all I feel. Anger is what controls me.
Kyrie Eleison
I miss that.
10:42 PM - Sunday, March 17, 2013
So the other day I was on the way to Monash for this thing I had to attend and we passed this bus stop and there was a guy sitting there. I looked out of the window and just at the same time, at that small moment, he turned too. And for that period of time, how little it may have been, we stared directly at each other. It was weird for me I guess. This kinda things never happens and I just was stumped, how do I react when this things happen? I mean, we were going at 80km/h, catching someone eyes especially when they're not moving is crazy.
It gave me a good feeling. I miss that feeling.
Contributory Negligence.
10:01 AM - Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I just realised that my old crowd and my current ones are pretty much similar. Does this reflect on me? Will the same thing that happen with them, happen again? Will I enter the abyss of emptiness again? Or am I just being paranoid? Is it wrong to think this way though? With my luck, anything is bound to happen. Right? Yeah, probably. This sucks! I should have known better. I should have known this would happen again. I can't stand this constant competition. I can't stand this constant feeling of being demoralized. Demotivated. But then again, are they making me feel this way or am I making me feel this way?
Maybe there's contributory negligence? Hah! Finally I sound smart.
You're not stupid, Stephanie. You're not. Don't let people tell you otherwise. You're stronger than this. You can pull through. You will pull through. Take a deep breath and move onwards.
(..SKP..)
Never.
4:11 PM - Sunday, December 9, 2012
I'll bottle up all these feelings,
and I'll throw it way out in the sea.
And stick a clear label on on it saying,
"Please never return it to me".
Hot mug of love.
3:05 PM - Monday, October 29, 2012
I hate feeling like this. Nothing taste good. Everything smells bad. Ergh. My tummy hurts. I wanna go home and rub oil on my tummy. I wanna take a nap and wake up feeling better. I want someone to carress my hair while I lie down holding my tummy. I want a hot mug of love. Lol. I'm cracking jokes even though I'm sick right xD haha.
