The Rhythm Of Love

April 6, 2011 • 21,472 notes • youaintnofamily

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If you don’t reblog this you will be raped by the nearest old man who has been watching you for years. One girl didn’t and this is the outcome.

oh hell no -__-

cant chance it lol

marrysodope:

If you don’t reblog this you will be raped by the nearest old man who has been watching you for years. One girl didn’t and this is the outcome.

oh hell no -__-

cant chance it lol

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5th time reblog

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April 5, 2011

Some random stuff I need to vent about.

So it’s been a really long time since I actually posted something & I really honestly miss posting things on here, it gives me something to vent to.. Anyway

So I stayed home from school today, well technically yesterday, but anyway I just was in the middle of washing my face and BLAM I threw up. Then I was getting ready to start brushing my teeth and BLAM… AGAIN I threw up. Twice in about…. 10 minutes. Ugh feeling so yucky right now.

Sooo I kinda have a dream. I really far fetched dream. I want to be a singer. I have known this for a while but I never wanted something so much in my life. I don’t want all the fancy things, I don’t want all the diamonds, dresses, money, all the nice things. No. I don’t care for anything of that sort. I just want to be able to get up on a stage everyday of my life (or mostly everyday) and just sing. Sing till I can’t sing no more. Sing till I lose my voice. I love singing more then anything. I have never had a passion like this for anything. I seem to quit everything I do, but singing is something I have been doing for ever. I have been singing with my dad, karaoke, since I was like 5. I never really cared about singing until about a two years ago, it was the first time I got up on stage & sang in front of a crowd by myself. It was the most amazing feeling, but I think what would be even better is if I could get up on a stage knowing everyone is there for me, just me.

So, this guy I like, got back together with his ex-girlfriend. I’ve heard a lot about her and how all she ever did as hurt him. And the thing is, is that he seems soooo happy with her. And they even have like planned out a future and I don’t know, I seem to talk to one of my friends about him and she says I think he’s gonna hurt him again and I say “if she does, I’m gonna be right here.” I don’t know how long it’s gonna be till they break up, but I have known this kid for such a long time & I’ve always had a crush on this kid. He is such a sweetheart and he may seem like a sweet-talker & maybe that’s all he is, but he seems just so… Amazing. I don’t think I have ever called someone amazing before. Ugh. This kid is legit all I have ever wanted in a guy. He was the first guy I have ever called baby, & he wasn’t even mine. Ugh. Whatever.

April 5, 2011 • 1 note • typicalscorpio

Like, for real…can someone throw a good, non-smutt, good beer, smooth tequila kind of party this weekend?

April 5, 2011 • 410,192 notes

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

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makemybedrock:

rebloging this again

I don’t know how many times i’ve reblogged this.

THIS :| Made me cry u.ú

2nd time doinnn this.<3

legit crying.

That’s so beautiful :(

I’m seriously going to cry, omg :’(

Omg soo sad I cried :(

April 4, 2011 • 47,566 notes • roockiiee

REBLOG THIS OR YOU WILL DIE TONIGHT!!

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Sorry I can’t risk it

hate thiss shit

the fuk bruh?

aw kewt baby

sorry followers.

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wtf

sorry.

Argh! sorry followers :s

sorry everyone.gah.

-.- REALLY?

SORRY YOU GUYS. BUT THIS IS CREEEPY AS BALLS.

sorry i dont wanna die