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Strawberries! And my nails are red too, oooh la la!

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Strawberries! And my nails are red too, oooh la la!

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tumble-doring: people who read books out of order

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 01:06:27 -0500

tumble-doring:

people who read books out of order

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purple-shirt-of-sex:

funknugget:

agoldteef:

orramazrawr:

m-arionette:

is it rude to kill yourself in the middle of class

you have to raise your hand and ask first

you might need a hall pass for that

you should have killed yourself between classes, if I let you kill yourself now everyone will want to kill themselves

Umm excuse me why are you trying to kill yourself? We still have 10 seconds left of class.

“Miss, can I kill myself?” “I don’t know, can you?”

I’m fucking done

psych-facts: Sometimes, we sabotage ourselves because we think...

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 01:04:11 -0500

psych-facts:

Sometimes, we sabotage ourselves because we think we don’t deserve the good things. For the source or discussion visit here.

Hey, I got a 3DS for (Christ)mas!

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 02:51:44 -0500

Got the Midnight Purple for CHRISTmas (you jelly? Everything I own is purple, though… Became strangely aware of this fact today. But, ey, it’s my favorite color!)!

Soooo, friend me! My Friend Code is:

4012 - 3464 - 3395

Me posing with my 3DS.

My inspiration for this pose was: The fact that I live in Louisiana, what some might call the hood, and the people I know consider video gamers lame. Yeah, my life. Going to have to roll around in the mall, New Orleans, and a few other places to get some StreetPass friends. But, anyway, yeah, I’ma gangstah for having a 3DS. Oh, and brightly colored turquoise nail polish.

termsofenlightenment: nintendingus: dashboardemergency: A...

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:52:42 -0500

termsofenlightenment:

nintendingus:

dashboardemergency:

A friend of Jack Pinto, 6, who was killed Friday, wrote this note on display at Jack’s funeral today:

Jack

You are my best friend.

We had fun together.

I will miss you.

I will talk to you in my prayers.

I love you Jack.

Love, John.

PHOTO: YAMICHE ALCINDOR/USA TODAY

♥ This is amazing.

I’m gonna go cry forever now.

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Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:49:37 -0500

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Today I got into this little mini argument with this girl.

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:41:14 -0500

Yesterday, I had to play in the rain for soccer. I mean, it was literally pouring when we went out. We’re probably the only team that the school has that will actually go play in the rain, knowing that it would rain beforehand. I mean, we had to play with 10 girls for the first quarter, which the other team had their 11, and subs.

So, anyway, with myself being African-American, my hair got messed up. In all honesty, I don’t really give a fuck. There’s a lot of things that I don’t care about, and today, my hair was one. Yesterday, I literally was trying my hardest not to boohoo in the middle of the game. It was even harder for me not to scream at my teammates about what idiots they were.

Her little sister plays on the team with me. Guess who didn’t even come to the game yesterday? Her little sister. But, whatever.

So, today, I went into school with this high little ponytail in my hair. Only a cheetah print bow headband. No bobby-pins, and no fucks given.

For some reason, this bitch loves commenting on my hair. Like, I’m dead serious. All today, she was talking about how my hair was thick wool. Which is true, I don’t really care about that; my hair is thick as hell. But, then she started talking about the length. This is me, “This bitch! My hair is short, but healthy.” Now, let me tell you about her, she comes in school with wanna-be layers, and probably hasn’t gotten her ends cut in the longest.

So I flashed, as we say. I went on about she needed to get here ends cut, and how it wasn’t my fault that she was ugly.

Yeah, the last statement was uncalled for, but she did this to me in front of a bunch of people. I cannot stand when someone tries to embarrass me purposely in front of others! I promise that I’m extremely nice, compassionate, and caring, though. Because I still feel guilty, and I pity the girl. I have so much that she doesn’t.

Yepppp, I’m done now.

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Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:31:25 -0500

all-i-need-is-you: x1dmaniaxx: Noahs mom today gave this...

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:22:46 -0500

all-i-need-is-you:

x1dmaniaxx:

Noahs mom today gave this speech at his funeral today, from my aunt Veronique Pozner ;

‘The sky is crying, and the flags are at half-mast. It is a sad, sad day. But it is also your day, Noah, my little man. I will miss your forceful and purposeful little steps stomping through our house. I will miss your perpetual smile, the twinkle in your dark blue eyes, framed by eyelashes that would be the envy of any lady in this room.

Most of all, I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier, a taco factory manager. It was your favorite food, and no doubt you wanted to ensure that the world kept producing tacos.

You were a little boy whose life force had all the gravitational pull of a celestial body. You were light and love, mischief and pranks. You adored your family with every fiber of your 6-year-old being. We are all of us elevated in our humanity by having known you. A little maverick, who didn’t always want to do his schoolwork or clean up his toys, when practicing his ninja moves or Super Mario on the Wii seemed far more important.

Noah, you will not pass through this way again. I can only believe that you were planted on Earth to bloom in heaven. Take flight, my boy. Soar. You now have the wings you always wanted. Go to that peaceful valley that we will all one day come to know. I will join you someday. Not today. I still have lots of mommy love to give to Danielle, Michael, Sophia and Arielle.

Until then, your melody will linger in our hearts forever. Momma loves you, little man.”

breaks my heart.

okoenig: whats the difference between me and a calendar? a calendar has dates

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:21:21 -0500

okoenig:

whats the difference between me and a calendar?

a calendar has dates

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