Author has written 17 stories for iCarly, Drake & Josh, Twilight, Wizards of Waverly Place, and Harry Potter.
¡Hola! Entraste al perfil de "I'mCruelAndPretty", no tengo ni idea para qué, pero eso no es de mi incumbencia. Sigamos.
Veamos, ¿algo sobre ella?
Bueno es una chica, (en estos días uno quien sabe) y es adolescente, (eso explica bastante, ¿no?).
Sus emociones son una montaña rusa. Un momento ella puede estar sumamente feliz, que el mundo es de color rosa, blah blah blah, y luego el mundo es un asco, todo es deprimente y nada vale la pena en la vida. Cambiante, sí que es una buena palabra.
Sus colores favoritos son el amarillo y el negro, porque representan sus emociones. (Amarillo, la felicidad y jovialidad, y el Negro, tristeza y decepción).
Tiene una boca... mejor dicho, lo que sale de su boca, (y no, no es saliva, bueno sí a veces, pero eso no es el punto) tiene un vocabulario tan colorido. El 78% de lo que dice son groserías, en inglés o español. Pero aún así sabe muchas palabras "sofisticadas" y como sus amigos dicen "tiene un diccionario en la cabeza".
Por cierto, si esperaban que les diga su estatura, cuanto pesa, su color de ojos, su color de cabello, no lo haré. Si sólo buscaban eso, pueden mover la flecha del mouse y apretar la "x". Adiós.
Eso era todo, creo. Lean sus historias si quieren, eso la hace feliz.
Hey there, it's me.
Well, I think yo want to know me, right? Well, here are some stuff about me.
I speak English and Spanish. Spanish is my first lenguage, so in English my stories wouldn't be that good, that's whyrI'm looking for a Beta-Reader; my old one, this beautiful person, can't help me anymore, but I appreaciate her effort anyway; TaylorPaige24 and her stories are just awesome, amazing, fantastic, and other good adjectives. Go read them!
If you just came here for know how I look, you are not going to know, sorry. But you still can go and close this page.
"A lot of truth is said in jest." — Eminem.
"I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record." — Eminem.
"Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection."— Lady Gaga.
"They can't scare me, if I scare them first." — Lady Gaga.
"Got my middle finger up — I don't really give a fuck." — Rihanna.
"The hottest bitch in heels right here." — Rihanna
I think that's it, read my stories if you want to. I'd love you guys if you do that.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.
RE-POST IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG.
friends will help you when you're lost
best friends will be giving you bad directions and screwing with your compass
friends will go with you to a concert
best friends will be helping you kidnap the band
friends will hide you from the cops
your best friend is probably the reason they're after you
FRIENDS: never ask for food
A good friend will buy you a pregnancy test,
A best friend will be standing outside the bathroom door screaming, "NAME IT AFTER ME!!"
A good friend picks you up when you fall down.
A best friend picks you up, then trips you again.
My best friend and I have been best friends forever, but we were always different than other girls. They chased boys to kiss them, we chased boys to tackle, capture, and make them eat dirt. They played dress-up, we played fight the invisible monster. They created the Cheetah Girls Club, and excluded other girls. We created a magic club and screamed at anyone who came too close. They talked to each other, we talked to trees. They painted nails, we practiced spells. Now that we are older (and a bit more social) we are still different. We stand up for the losers, what's right, and the other rejects like us. We say what we think, and we don't care what others say! Repost this if you are like us and stand out!
If you know your best friend is for life without a doubt, copy this onto your profile.
She's my best friend. Break her heart, and I'll break your face
Children seldom misquote you. They usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.
Calling me STUPID won't make you SMART,
Calling me WEAK won't make you STRONG,
Calling me UGLY won't make you PRETTY,
Calling me POOR won't make you RICH,
Calling me FAT wont make you PERFECT,
Calling me UNCOOL wont make you COOL,
So why bother?
Repost if you hate bullying!
I'M A GREASER GIRL!
Socials may be large, Socials may be rough,
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
If you HATE child abusing like me copy and paste this to your profile.
My name is Sarah
I am but 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 speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?
Juego de Gemelas
Si alguna vez empezaste a reir de la nada en una habitación vacía, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si, sin aviso, empezaste a reir en una parte de una película que no era graciosa, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si alguna ves preguntaste algo realmente estúpido y obvio, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si alguna vez copiaste&pegaste algo en tu perfil, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si alguna vez te olvidaste lo que ibas a decir justo antes de hacerlo, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
Si te gusta el chocolate, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si pasas muchas horas de tu día escribiendo, leyendo o una combinación de ambas cosas, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si alguna vez lloraste cuando tu personaje favorito en una película, serie, o libro murió, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
No vale la pena llorar por ningún chico, y el que lo valga no te hará llorar. Si estás de acuerdo, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si pensas que tenés muchas de esas cosas de “copia&pega” pero no tenés intención de parar, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si alguna vez te has tropezado con tu propio pie, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
Admitir que eres rara significa que eres normal. Decir que eres normal es extraño. Si admites que eres rara y te gusta, copia esto en tu perfil.
No tiene nada de malo discutir contigo misma. Si discutes contigo y misma y PIERDES es raro. Si estás de acuerdo copia y pega esto en tu perfil.
Si te gustaría conocer todas tus celebridades favoritas, copia y pega esto en tu perfil.
Si tu perfil es muy largo, copia y pega esto en él para hacerlo aún más largo.
Si a veces hablas contigo mism@, copia&pega esto en tu perfil.
Si alguna vez has dicho algo que no tiene nada que ver con la conversación actual, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
Si oyes voces en tu cabeza, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
Si sigues queriendo ser vamipro/esa, copia y pega de nuevo.
Si tu amigos creen que estas loca copia y pega esto en tu perfil
Si tienen razón... copia y pega esto en tu perfil.
Si estuviste en la computadora por horas interminables, leyendo innumerables fanfictions, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
Si alguna vez empezaste a cantar algo alto en público completamente al azar y sin razón alguna, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
Si hay momentos en los que querés molestar a alguien simplemente porque sí, copia&pega esto en tu perfil
93 por ciento de los adolescentes tendrían una crisis emocional severa si alguien los llamara freak. Si tu eres parte del 7 por ciento que le preguntaría a la persona, "¿Cuál fue tu primera pista?" copia y pega esto en tu perfil.
Si la gente piensa que eres una enferma mental... copia y pega esto en tu perfil.
Si varios objetos inanimados te odian copia y pega esto en tu perfil
Si alguna vez haz olvidado lo que estabas hablando en una conversación copia y pega esto en tu perfil
Ese es mi perfil, ¿se aburrieron? Ustedes se lo buscaron. ¿Se divirtieron? Frikis, sólo bromeo. Gracias por visitar mi perfil, bye.