Idk Quotes

It's only legendary till someone proves it's real

Los budistas dicen que la vida es un río, que navegamos en una balsa hacia el destino final. El río tiene su corriente, velocidad, escollos, remolinos y otros obstáculos que no podemos controlar, pero contamos con un remo para dirigir la embarcación sobre el agua. De nuestra destreza depende la calidad del viaje.

Dylan: Who's Jett? Morgan: Senior, drummer from Stealth Shrine, sometimes they have lunch time concerts. Dylan: You mean Gary? When did he start going by Jett? Alaia: Idk but who wants to be a kick-ass rocker drummer named Gary? Jett suits him better anyway. Much hotter.

How others see you is not important How you see yourself means everything

You just don`t know that it is the last time . But I think that`s a good thing , really , because if you did know it would be almost impossible to let go .

Everyday I'm steppin' on a beach!

If you are never open to change things will remain the same, thereby driving you insane.

NEIN

Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.

Me: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

ELLE: i tried to heterotextualize my feelings for a while ELLE: in retrospect idk why ELLE: all part of the process i guess DARCY You what? "It took her a second to figure out what had confused Darcy." ELLE: apply hetero context to a super not straight situation ELLE: hetero + contextualize = heterotextualize DARCY: Huh. New word. Thanks for broadening my horizons. "Elle bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing." ELLE: i made it up ELLE (4:43 P.M.): but you’re welcome DARCY (4:45 P.M.): Of course.

Me I've been trying to do the right thing for everyone but myself. But I think I've figured it out now. I'm going to stop trying to please everyone. Noora Yesss! Me Get ready for Izumi 2.0. I'm totally evolving. Noora What do you think your final form will be? Me IDK, probably something winged and glittery. Then I add, Me I'm going to keep the clothes, though. Noora I feel like that's a given.

Some people are going to leave, but that is not the end of your story. That's the end to their part in your story.

Real courage is the extent of the pain you are willing to endure, not how much pain you put others through.

the prettiest smile hide the deepest secrets.the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears.and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

Me: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up! Me: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

Me: Pros and cons of dating me. Me: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Me: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

ik dat idk

☆Idk what’s wrong with me ☆ ☆But I wanna cry ☆ ☆And I cant ☆

People can be rude and disresepctful, but sometimes, you gotta look beyond that and try to understand them. If that doesn't work, HIT EM' WITH A CHAIR AND TELL EM' OFF.....this is why you don't trust me with stuff XD

Idk what the fuck just happened to us. We used to talk like hell pelhay but now days we act like as if we don't know each other and there's some kinda fight between us. I still want you to stay in my life, as a friend and even more than that but the only thing that I want from you is your acceptance. You think that I don't talk to you or stuff and I'm trying to ignore you but trust me I never tried to ignore. You know what I just can't ignore even when I want too. And if you still think that I'm the only one who have changed and etc so I'm really sorry and honestly I just can not stay away from you. Love you

Treat people the way you want to be treated1

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

If you wait till you think you are ready, you'll wait all your life.

Always find the sweetness in life!

death does not stop true love, it just delays it for a little while.

That's it, I'm tired of feeling tired. There's nothing else left to do, drama, insecurity, etc, im tired of it, to those who think that you're ugly, consider you lucky. Somebody out there doesn't have a nose, an eye, ear, hair, lips, etc. But if you do than why the fuck do you put yourself down like that? Huh? what's the big deal?! -_- Right ugly, don't make me laugh -_- If I hear another word I swear I will fucking stab somebody cause I'm tired of that shit. You're beautiful, so stop the shit talking and open your eyes. Some people have less than you and live a better life. SO STOP THE DRAMA AND ENJOY SLEEPING AND PUDDING @_@ THANK YOU, YOUR IDK WHAT, ASAR.

I have been all over the world cooking and eating and training under extraordinary chefs. And the two food guys I would most like to go on a road trip with are Anthony Bourdain and Michael Ruhlmann, both of whom I have met, and who are genuinely awesome guys, hysterically funny and easy to be with. But as much as I want to be the Batgirl in that trio, I fear that I would be woefully unprepared. Because an essential part of the food experience that those two enjoy the most is stuff that, quite frankly, would make me ralph. I don't feel overly bad about the offal thing. After all, variety meats seem to be the one area that people can get a pass on. With the possible exception of foie gras, which I wish like heckfire I liked, but I simply cannot get behind it, and nothing is worse than the look on a fellow foodie's face when you pass on the pate. I do love tongue, and off cuts like oxtails and cheeks, but please, no innards. Blue or overly stinky cheeses, cannot do it. Not a fan of raw tomatoes or tomato juice- again I can eat them, but choose not to if I can help it. Ditto, raw onions of every variety (pickled is fine, and I cannot get enough of them cooked), but I bonded with Scott Conant at the James Beard Awards dinner, when we both went on a rant about the evils of raw onion. I know he is often sort of douchey on television, but he was nice to me, very funny, and the man makes the best freaking spaghetti in tomato sauce on the planet. I have issues with bell peppers. Green, red, yellow, white, purple, orange. Roasted or raw. Idk. If I eat them raw I burp them up for days, and cooked they smell to me like old armpit. I have an appreciation for many of the other pepper varieties, and cook with them, but the bell pepper? Not my friend. Spicy isn't so much a preference as a physical necessity. In addition to my chronic and severe gastric reflux, I also have no gallbladder. When my gallbladder and I divorced several years ago, it got custody of anything spicier than my own fairly mild chili, Emily's sesame noodles, and that plastic Velveeta-Ro-Tel dip that I probably shouldn't admit to liking. I'm allowed very occasional visitation rights, but only at my own risk. I like a gentle back-of-the-throat heat to things, but I'm never going to meet you for all-you-can-eat buffalo wings. Mayonnaise squicks me out, except as an ingredient in other things. Avocado's bland oiliness, okra's slickery slime, and don't even get me started on runny eggs. I know. It's mortifying.

We fear the thing we want the most.

Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person

don't die wondering

Freedom doesn't exist if nature is illegal".

It's better to be late than to arrive ugly

Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife.

People cry not because they're weak, they cry because they've been strong for too long.

Etsuko:   Hi Honey how was your day? 8====D Joy:    MOM? Why did you text me a penis? Etsuko:   IDK what you mean 8===D is an alien smiley face Joy:    No it’s a penis? Who told you that? Etsuko:   Your brother. Saw him text his gf that… So wait 8===D~{()} not an alien getting on a ship? Joy:    No mom it isn’t.

Love the life you live, life the life you love.

MOM: “ What does IDK, LY & TTYL mean?” ME: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later. MOM: OK, I will ask your sister.

haha I stoopid

IDK, I never represented someone for self-imprisonment before.

Sometimes when you feel like they don't understand then just remember, You're asking someone a question from a book they have yet to read.

I know the truth about life. It's a hell I'll never get out of alive.

I AM TEA OF THE SEAS >:D

No man will ever know what it’s like to walk in the store and feel judged

Hen someone you love rejects you, your first instinct is to protect yourself and pretend that it’s on big deal… but it is.

I’ll give you the money,” Nico says suddenly. “In return I need you to give Paige and Shit a ride right now.” “Paige and Shit?” Jax repeats. “Both,” Nico confirms. Jax considers this a moment. “Well, I’m sure Kimmy wouldn’t mind about Paige, I mean, she even told me that if she were ever to be interested in a three-way, you’re her first call... But Shit...IDK. I don’t think he even likes me.” Taking a few steps in Shit’s direction, Jax holds out his hand. Shit gives a low warning growl, telling Jax to keep his distance. “See, I can’t even get close to him,” Jax patiently explains to a confused Nico. “And my dick is pretty long—I’m sure Paige has told you—but—” “Oh my god, Jax,” I burst out. “He means a ride in your car!” “Ooooh,” Jax says, ruffling his hair. “Well, I guess if I put the seats down that could work. So what are the mechanics? Paige gets the ride while Shit watches?” I turn to Nico. “Help me here.” Nico just smirks and gives me a helpless shrug. “You married the guy.

books, she has found, are a way to live a thousend lives at once, or find strength in a very long one

Já tu jen procházím

you give me, you give me BUTTERFLIES!

He hates: 1. Pickles (me too!) 2. Chores 3. Fallout (which . . . is a game, I guess? IDK, I’ll have to google it) 4. Taylor Swift (Don’t worry. I told him: Tay is *QUEEN*)

ELLE (4:16 P.M.):favorite movie ELLE (4:16 P.M.):go DARCY (4:19 P.M.):Just one? That’s too difficult. ELLE (4:20 P.M.):fine ELLE (4:20 P.M.):action comedy rom-com and idk drama? DARCY (4:25 P.M.):Comedy would be History of the World Part One. Action . . . God, I don’t know. The Mummy, maybe? Rom-com . . . America’s Sweethearts. Drama would have to be Dead Poets Society. ELLE (4:26 P.M.):the mummy?!? ELLE (4:26 P.M.):i credit that movie for my bisexual awakening She waited, watching the little dots dance up and down, up and down . . . DARCY (4:28 P.M.):Oh? ELLE (4:29 P.M.):yeah ELLE (4:30 P.M.):did I want to be evelyn or did i want to ride off into the sunset with her? ELLE (4:30 P.M.):both obviously

I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I'll never get a chance to live!

No one else gets to define who I am. Only me.

hey asshole u r missing a good time 2nite! Caleb’s text was time-stamped from an hour and a half ago. u still up? Mikah typed. u aren’t going to believe this shit. THE GUY is asleep in my bed right now. Mikah wasn’t sure that Caleb would still be awake, but it was only a moment before the screen lit up again. OMFG YOU SLUT! the message read. tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!!! not much 2 tell, Mikah typed. this is insane. still don’t even know his name. SCANDALOUS! A few long moments passed before Caleb continued. sry, hot trick @the bar. hard 2 focus. FOCUS! Mikah replied. I need help here. what do I do? Caleb’s response was quicker this time. Idk check his fucking pants for his DL. g2g, about to get some dick. night. xoxo

I’m pretty sure I’m reliable with book reviews, yeah．

If they attempt to claw their way from their graves to seek vengeance, they will only dig deeper into the earth (pg. 287)

no

Me: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

Me: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

They were days when saying 'I don't know" used to be shameful and dumb, how I miss those days that are replaced by glorification and honoring ignorance and mental laziness.

Then there was a more alarming conversation from two days ago. Dina: We need to talk. Alison: I know. I’m really worried about you. Dina: Did you check on that thing I asked about? Alison: Yes. There is nothing there. Nothing. Are you sure that’s what all this is about? Dina: I don’t know. They never said for sure. But if I don’t find whatever it is they want, they’re going to kill me. I’m really scared. Alison: Me too. I don’t know how to help. Maybe we should tell my mom. Dina: OMG no. No parents! Alison: We might have to call the police. Dina: NO. NO POLICE. Alison: Then what do we do? Dina: IDK. Can you sleep over at my house tomorrow night? After work? We can talk then. Alison: Sure. “What the hell did these kids get into?” Gretchen muttered. “And who is ‘they?’” asked Josie. “There’s no way to know just from these texts,” said Noah. “We need to get out on the street and start talking to more people.” “We need to find Alison Mills,” said Gretchen. “I’ll get back on the search today if you two want to follow up on the hotel leads—in particular their coworkers and boss, who, according to these text messages, is this Max person Dina was into.” Josie plopped into her chair. She pulled up the internet browser on her computer and went to the Eudora Hotel’s website. Within seconds, she found the name of the catering and events manager. “Max Combs.

only i is enemy.

the real quote was the friends we made along the way

☆So, uh, ima go..I’ll be back, i have P.E. And then reading, and the .. math, I’ll be back then, until then, this is powered off, I won’t be on ‘cause break is being stupid as fuck and I’m pulling my hair out ☆ Laughs in OCD. ☆I love you dad- and Ellie, and..idk. Love y’all <3 ☆