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Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.
Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.
Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.
For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman.
We don't stop playing because we grow old; We grow old because we stop playing.
If you can't convince them, confuse them.
I am almost fourteen and i share this account with one of my besties. We are from asia and love to read and write.
Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia and Twilight are some of the books we love. We have written a mountain of stories and fanfics though we never completed them. :)
Hope you like the ones we actually thought to complete...
Harry potter series
Tangled threads and Twisted strand
Classics(Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Hieghts, David Copperfield, Little Women, Woman in white etc.)
Fear street series
Almost all Paulo Coelho books
Most Cecelia Ahern books like Thanks for The Memories, If You Could See Me now, PS I love you and Where Rainbows end etc.
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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 thumb war 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 don’t say a thing about yourself in your fan fiction bio but instead yell random things that make you laugh. Crazy is when you start getting antisocial because you want to read instead of hanging out with your friends. Crazy is when you laugh about how Edward Cullen thinks Bella is DEAD in New Moon, even though it's a very serious matter, and your sister hears you and asks why you're laughing so loud and you tell her and she just cries about it because she thinks it's sad. Crazy is when you head bang to a slow song, or become obsessed with the song "Let it Die" by Three Days Grace because it reminds you of Edward Cullen for some odd reason. Crazy is naming your winter jacket Mr. Puffy and your best friend naming hers Mrs. Puffy and letting them marry for the winter.Then at the end of the winter, they both retire and divorce each other. Crazy is when you are taking a math test and go over on your scrap sheet of paper to work out the problem, and start drawing spirals until the teacher goes five minutes left! Crazy is having a major argument with your friend...and I mean major...its still going on and it has already been a year...about which one is better: pudding or Jell-O. Crazy is when you argue with your friends at lunch with who you would rather date, Edward Cullen or Jacob Black. Crazy is not sleeping 3 nights in a row because you stayed up reading fan fiction and then jumping in bed at 7:00 am when you’re mom comes to wake you up so you can get ready to go to work with her, where there is a computer where you continue to read fan fiction. Crazy is laughing your ass off while you’re supposed to be giving a report on Pluto and then being threatened by you teacher that she will fail you if you don’t stop cackling like an idiotic hyena.Crazy is writing a fan fiction (for your own amusement) about Edward Cullen falling in love with a turtle who loves a monkey, but Emmett loves the monkey and threatens to squish the turtle which makes Edward go all crazy! Crazy is freaking out because you saw a silver Volvo and tripped on the sidewalk laughing like a maniac. Crazy is when you start laughing until you butt falls off for no apparent reason and your mom comes in the room and goes like, "What the hell is going on?" Crazy is if you suddenly yell, 'PARTY IN MY TUMMY!' and everyone stares at you in Pre-Algebra class. Crazy is having an argument with your best friend about who gets to date Edward Cullen. Crazy is when you compare everything and everyone to Twilight and Harry potter. Crazy is bumping into the wall and yelling at it for being in your way. Crazy is when you see a really pale guy on the street and yell, “Vampire!” Crazy is naming your favorite stuffed bunny Esme, and dropping her off a cliff in the hopes that Carlisle will find her and turn her into a vampire bunny. Crazy is stealing your friends cookie and then blaming the non-existent dog. Crazy is when you could easily name the gender of your pens and colours. Crazy is when you laugh when all your friends are silent remembering some idiotic person you met. Crazy is when you ask a question out loud from your imagination randomly. Crazy is when you do your science work and without knowing write, "Animal cell is different from plant cell as it is protected by Edward Cullen(cell wall). Crazy is when you pick up wet sand and put it on your face just to feel the texture. Crazy is when you open your Mum's bedroom door and yell "Hurray!!!!!!!" and run away. Crazy is when you start dancing the moment you hear a commercial song. Crazy is when you sit in front of the computer and cry at some angsty(not a word) story on fan fiction while your family consider mental hospital. Crazy is when you start imagining Edward Cullen or Mr. Darcy sitting next to you and you steal secret glances at them. Crazy is when you are adding to this paragraph and remembering all the crazy things you've done. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!
girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
girl: Do you like me?
girl: Do you want me?
girl: Would you cry if I left?
girl: Would you live for me?
girl: Would you do anything for me?
girl: Choose--me or your life
boy: My life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for
you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
Girl: I'm having my operation now. I love you.
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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever.. 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, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile.
If you run into inanimate objects...and then blame them for it copy and paste this in your profile
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa copy this into your profile
92 percent of teenagers would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it wasn't cool to breathe. Put this in your profile if you would be part of the 8 percent laughing your butt off.
If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile
If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile
Here's a joke...
there are 3 men who need to get across a lake...
the 1st one prays to God asking for the strength to get across...
he gets big muscles and swims across...
but almost dies 5 times...
the 2nd 1 prays to God for the strength and the tools he needs to get across...
he gets his big muscles and boat and rows across...
but he almost dies 3 times...
the 3rd 1 prays to God, for the strength, tools, and the brains...
he turns into a woman...
walks 4 yards...
and crosses the bridge
A girl and a guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road...
Girl: Slow down. I'm scared
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it's not. Please, you're really scaring me!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.Girl hugs him
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It's bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes went out, but he didn't want to let the girl know.
REMEMBER WHEN ..
Put This In Your Profile If You're Still 5 Inside...No Matter How Old You Are Now!
A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, she asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to cry.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
You're never alone...God always protects you!
42 Things to do in an Elevator
1. CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"
The Real Definition
(From Italian Job)
A large percent of writers don't know the difference between "your" and "you're." If you're one of the ones who does know and wants to slug them, copy and paste this into your profile.
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this and put it in your profile.
If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy/paste this into your profile.
When life gives you lemons, make grape juice. Then sit back and let the world wonder how the heck you did it.
If your a FanFiction addict, copy this to your profile.
If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile
If you're a person who is longing for an adventure like the ones you read in books, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you easily finish one novel a day, copy this onto your profile.
If you think that writing Fanfic stories is fun then copy this onto your profile!
If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word, and you do at random moments, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you sometimes wonder if you were born in the wrong era, copy and paste this into your profile.
Links to story Time Turner:-
Sirius Black, 17 years:
Remus Lupin, 17 years:
James Potter, 17years:
Rachel Bloomwood, 17 years:
Melanie McCartney, 25 years, in her Ball dress:
Luna's Ball dress:
Ginny's Ball dress:
Time Turner album:
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