Donuts Rule(:

I wish I had someone that I wouldn't have to worry about cheating on me, or ever hurting me. Someone that would make me love notes every once and awhile, get along with family, hold me when i'm upset. Actually, and truly care about me. Quite frankly, I don't think anyone does.

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 12:30:10 -0500

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Fri, 28 Dec 2012 12:25:57 -0500

So I wore my gay pride shirt to school today.

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 12:25:56 -0500

So I wore my gay pride shirt to school today. :

comatosebutterfly:

And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.

But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.

this is amazing

Reblogging every time this comes on my dash.

this is so beautiful to me I just cant

I absolutely love this. <3

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Fri, 28 Dec 2012 12:22:21 -0500

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:16:01 -0400

wavescrashinparadise:

Need more summer on your dash?! Follow wavescrashinparadise for more summer all the time!!!

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:15:07 -0400

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:09:54 -0400

Stole My Heart: under the lights tonight

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:08:34 -0400

Stole My Heart: under the lights tonight
What Makes You Beautiful: baby you light up my world
Moments:shut the door,turn the light off

is there something we need to discuss about lights?

me: ew the ice cream is melting

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:07:20 -0400

me: ew the ice cream is melting
my friend: quick put it close to your heart to keep it cold

Olive Garden Waitress (Grating Cheese): Just say 'when.'

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:06:32 -0400

Olive Garden Waitress (Grating Cheese): Just say 'when.'
Me: Never says when, room fills with parmesan, no one survives.

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:06:25 -0400

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:05:49 -0400

crimesagainsthughsmanatees:

25 days left on the Crimes Against Hugh’s Manatees Kickstarter!

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:05:16 -0400

torn-brought-ooz-together:

no-jimmmy-protested:

Hahaha aw liam

And Niall just keeps on being…niall

hazzahazzaharry: hazzastylesharry: bro,this deserve a lot...

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:02:25 -0400

hazzahazzaharry:

hazzastylesharry:

bro,this deserve a lot more fucking notes…

FOOOOOEVAAAA!! sda;fuasodgnoasd

why the fuck doesn’t it have more notes?

I LOVE YOU NIALLER<3333333

LUFF YOU

11,362 people love him. I’ll never be with him, but I still love him.

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Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:02:10 -0400

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) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 01:01:47 -0400

for-all-the-janoskianators:

janoskians-unicorn:

live-and-become:

brought me to tears….. if you don’t reblog this, there is something wrong with you :*)

Aw had shivers this is so cute

benelly: Amen

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 00:56:10 -0400

benelly:

Amen