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Some quotes I thought were interesting:


-Edward Cullen can bite my pillow any day.-

-The more I think about it, the more I'm sure I've lost my mind. But, crazy people don't know they're crazy, so I guess I'm ok. But thinking I'm ok because I think I'm crazy is saying I don't think I'm crazy, so I may be crazy.-

-"Good poets borrow. Great poets steal."-

-"If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that that thing is to be remembered."-

-"For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it changeth into a serpent in his hand and rend him. Let him be strucketh with palsy, and all his members blasted. Let him languish in pain, cryeth aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to this agony till he sing in dissolution. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails...and when at last he goeth to his final punishment, let the flames of Hell consume him forever."-

-"Never judge a book by its movie. "-

-"Lord have mercy on my enemies, cause I sure as hell won't."-

-"Don't worry about people stealing an idea. If it's original, you will have to ram it down their throats."-

-"Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas."-

-"Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation."-

-"Two men look out a window: One sees mud, the other sees stars."-

-"Space. It seems to go on and on forever. Then you get to the end, and a monkey starts throwing barrels at you."-

-"Avoid popularity, it has many snares, and no real benefit."-

-"To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time." -

-"In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past."-

-"I'm not clumsy, I'm gravatationally challenged."-

-"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people are suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you."-

-"My imaginary friend thinks you have issues."-

-"How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?"-

-"There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved by a suitable application of high explosives."-

-"If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."-

-"Pain doesn't hurt if it's all you ever felt."-

-"There is no indignity in being afraid to die. But the shame of being afraid to live is terrible."-

-"At the end of the game, the king and the pawn are in the same box."-

-"If at first you don't succeed, redefine success."-

-"Your theory's crazy, but not crazy enough to work."-

-"I hear voices voices in my head, but it's okay. Most of them are pretty nice."-

-"Safety first! Buckle your seat belts and prepare for an accident!"-

-"Even I don't trust my better judgement. What's that say to you?"-

-"If my enemies saw me walk across the Thames, they'd say it was because I couldn't swim."-

-"Eagles soar, but weasels don't get sucked into airplane engines."-

-"You spend the first two years of your childs life teaching them to walk and talk, then you spend the next 16 years telling them to sit down and shut up."-

-"The real proof there's intelligent life out there because they've never tried to contact us."-


-"Some people are like slinkies; useless, but entertaining to watch as they fall down stairs."-

-"Earth is the Insane Asylum for the universe."-

-"Don't just stand there--kill something!"-

-There are 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary and those who don't-

-People like you are the reason that people like me need medication.-

-You're making orgasm noises!- Alona

-My friends are the type of people who spend hours trying to drown a fish.-

-A wish in effect is a desire. A desire is something some one wants for themselves. Any wish would be tainted.-

- I'd tell her that I'll never know what it was like to be her. But I do know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in, but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the thing on the inside. - (Girl, Interrupted)

-Wanna see something swell?-

-Funny how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little peices.-

-They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far is give me more time to think about how much I miss you.-

-Why do we kill people who kill people to show people that killing people is wrong?-

-If life gave me lemons, I'd throw them back and demand Edward Cullen.-

-Well, fuck me stupid and call me smart-

-Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense-

-Sharing is caring, but I'm apathetic.- Me

-When it comes to thought, some people stop at nothing.-

-Ignorance is not bliss; it's a saftey measure.-

-"The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they'll be when you kill them."- William Clayton

-Join the Army: Travel to exotic places, meet new and exciting people, and kill them.- :)

-As you read this, those you love most are betraying you.- The Misfortunate Cookie

-If life is a waste of time and time is a waste of life, lets all get wasted together and we'll have the time of our lives.-

A white man said, "Colored people aren't allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK and when I grew up I was BLACK. When I'm sick I'm BLACK and when I go in the sun I'm BLACK. When I'm cold I'm BLACK and when I die I'll be BLACK.

"But you sir, when you're born you're PINK, when you grow up you're WHITE, when you're sick, you're GREEN and when you go in the sun you turn RED. When you're cold you turn BLUE, and when you die you turn PURPLE.

"And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.

Why America has some issues

1. Only in America . . . can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.

2. Only in America . . . are there handicap parking places in front of a skating rink.

3. Only in America . . . do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

4. Only in America . . . do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.

5. Only in America . . . do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.

6. Only in America . . . do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

7. Only in America . . . do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place.

8. Only in America . . . do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.

9. Only in America . . . do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning: 'bloodsucking creatures'

10. Only in America . . . do they have drive-up ATM's with Braille lettering. (They also have Braille on ATM's in Mexico, now.)

Mommy. . . Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost


My name is Tiffany

I am three.

My eyes are swollen,

I cannot see.

I must be stupid,

I must be bad.

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,

I wish I weren’t ugly.

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong,

I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake, im all alone

The house is dark,

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

which means Daddy is back from Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called.

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more.

I finally get free

And run to the door.

He’s already locked it

And I start to bawl.

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!," I scream

But its now much to late;

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again.

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless,

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Tiffany,

I am three.

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

If you read this and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness; you'd have to be one heartless person

To not be effected by this poem . . .

And because you are effected, do something about it.

Pass it on

If you are against child abuse.

Every Abortion

Month one

I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
And one more mouth that will never speak.

Re-post this in your profile. . .

Okay. One of my friends saw this and asked me if I was against Abortion. And here is what I have to say.

I am pro-choice.

However, there is a difference between a 23-year-old woman who can't keep her legs closed and a 12-year-old girl who was raped. The little girl shouldn't have to carry the child. She was burdened with that; she shouldn't have to be a mother to a child. She put no love in the act that it takes to make a child. Many girls who have this to happen to them keep the baby. Maybe they were forced to mature? Or mabe they just couldn't bring themselves to kill their child. -shrugs-

The 304 can go screw herself. This woman knows the possible consequenses that could come from her actions, but goes along with it anyway. She should have to deal with life. And most times, its exactly that- having a child- that makes women grow up.


I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.

I am the girl kicked out of her home, because I confided in my mother I'm a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets, because no one will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of 27 years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself weeks before graduating high school. It was just too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us because she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not even allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until somebody told me only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't always have to deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to the fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".



are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree. The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

If you have ever touched something and broken it when it clearly says DO NOT TOUCH! put this on your profile.

If you have ever put a fork in the toaster put this on your profile.

If you have ever randomly spazzed out, copy and paste this to your page.

If when you disected the frog at school you thought you were murdering Kermet the Frog, add this to your profile.

If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile.

98 percent of the teenage population do drugs, have sex, and drink alcohol...put this on your profile if you like bagels.

If your page is this long, copy and paste this to your page.

If you think the Coa-Coa Puff Turky-Bird-thing shoud go to rehab, copy this into your profile.

If you love gay people post this on your profile!

For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you memorize the complete biographies and physical traits of every character in Twilight (or almost, at least). Crazy is when you write Emmett or Edward Cullen is hot on your homework insted of doing it. Crazy is when you draw Edward's face and hot bod all over your Advanced Placement United States History notes when you should be concentrating on the APUSH final the next day.Crazy is when you run into a pole and say as your excuse you were daydreaming about your fictionl boyfriend Edward. Crazy is running thru WalMart pretending to be Naruto and fighting with random kids about who knows Naruto better. Crazy is when you stare in space, realize that you were staring in space and try to remember what you were thinking about and having de ja vus of having de ja vus. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!

11.13.08: Check ya later peoples! I'll update as soon as possible! I got my computer back from the doctors, so I'll be online much, much more!

12.3.08: Yay! Another update! I've got a new story! Check that out!

2.28.09: Ugh. More quotes, I updated a story, and I am officially putting a claim on a new series.

3.13.08: New Quotes. Sorry, no updates as of yet. T.T Soon! I promise!

6.15.09: Still no updates to the stories, but as I doubt any of you are reading this, it doesn't really matter that I write this . . . So yeah . . . . Later! I've got new quotes!


9: New quotes, no updates, no Beta, no nothing. -heavy sigh- I am working though.

2.19.2011: Been a looooong time since I've logged on. Been even longer since I updated Twilight. -heavy sigh-

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