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I hate it when people who are close to you meet new people then forget all about you, unless they need you or something but after you help them, they screw you over again.
Fuck that people come and go so Good-bye to you.
August 2010
Rduece ;D: Justin Bieber →
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people are fucked up for makin fun of him. I know it’s funny but damn that’s still fucked up. Yea his voice sounds gay af but still quit pickin on the nigga. You guys are just goin wid the hype as usual.. You guys are scared of gettin hated on when you yourself is a hater, specifally to Justin…
Seriously after i saw this and saw the jokes and hate he got it’s like wtf get a life dont hate cuz he’s stating the truth if you dont like it then why read it? Just GTFO yeah?(:
Very sad. :( →
very-sad
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
AWWW
Awhh !
Whats up with our generation tho?
talkin out of experience, but i see alotta kids, barely a freshman in HS doing drugs, ditching, gettin involved wid some fake ass wanna be gangs.
girls today are opening their legs faster than they are opening their books.
not just girls but boys too. we need to get focused on education tho. thats the only reason we’re even in school right? its not just to kick it but to actually learn something while you’re their.
think before you act. most kids in our generation dont keep this in mind
Girls PMS once a month. You're a douchebag 24/7.
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I'm Janna.
Wasted Wishes.
Wasted Thoughts.
Wasted Dreams.
Wasted Wants.I’m Good.
I’m Gone.
I’m Done.
I’m Wrong.I’m … Lost<3
Ladies, if you want him stop pushing him away. Pushing him away won't get you what you want. It'll just make things worst, stop putting him to the test. If you want him, just love him. Stop pushing him away, just let him know what you want.
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fuck. why am i crying over your lies..
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People call me cute, pretty, etc. but I honestly don't think I am.
Before you guys go all crazy on me, I’m not saying this to get attention. It’s just been bugging me for a long time and I think I needa let this out.
You guys call me cute, pretty, adorable, etc. But I myself, don’t feel like I am. There are those days when I actually do feel pretty. -Call me conceited for that, idc. But then, there’s also those days where I feel ugly. Like I don’t even wanna go out because I don’t feel one bit pretty. And sometimes, it upsets me. I see all these pretty girls on tumblr, and seeing them with all these guys and such; makes me feel like I’m not good enough. Yeah, you guys may drop an “ask” saying “you’re pretty” and that does boost my self confidence up a bit, but then I always tell myself, “those are just words. Sometimes words mean nothing.” And then my self confidence drops again. All those pretty girls don’t get how it feels to feel ugly.
Rduece ;D: Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn’t?Try hard to fight... →
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Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn’t?
Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn’t?
You fall deeper with each passing day,
But try to hide it in every possible way.
She’s only a friend, and nothing else—
That’s the lie you keeping telling yourself.
You keep on…
No girl should be treated like shit & pushed to the curb without a reason. No one's perfect, girls get mad, they get sad, & if they're jealous, that just shows you how much she wants you. All the good girls are the ones that get taken advantage of. When in reality, they should be treated like a queen, but instead they settle for less, for one simple guy that hurts her everyday & yet she never loved him less.
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I don't give a fuck if you are tumblr famous, cute as hell, or unbelievably original.
I really don’t. Tumblr wasn’t made to become a social network. It’s a site to blog and share shit with followers you have never met and real life friends. And when people hella brag about TLWG, or that they got hella followers, I’m just like.. -_______- Don’t get me wrong, I think the whole TLWG family’s dope, hella cool people in there, but when they act like its a gang or some shit, that’s when the dopeness for me is gone. And people who brag about followers… irdgaf. no one cares if you have 7000 people that you have never met, most you have never even talked to, follow you.
But hey, I’m not being hater, I’m just bitching ;) It’s just lame to see how even online, on a blog site, cliques can be formed and attention whores are still present.
