Name: Not telling!!!!

Age: not saying

Country: Ireland

Single or taken: Single

Gender: Female

Birthday: August

Sign: Leo

--APPEARANCE--

Hair color: Redish Brown

Eye colour: Green

Height: 5'6", 5'4"

Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: bisexual

--FASHION STUFF--

Where is your favourite place to shop for clothes?: Forever 21 or hollister

Favourite designer?: Coco Chanel

What is your most comfortable outfit?: pyjamas

What do you usually wear?: Jeans and a comfortable shirt.

--FAVORITES--

Food: Chocolate,ice-cream,oreos,apple,banana and strawberry

Girls names: Lilith,Jade,Missy

Boy’s names: Jake,Austin,Carter

Subjects in school: History and Woodwork

Animals: Dogs

--HAVE YOU EVER—

Given anyone a bath?: Yes, my baby cousin when i was babysitting

Smoked?: Nope

Bungee jumped?: Nope, and I'm not planning on it either

Made yourself throw up?: Absolutely not

Skinny dipped?: No.

Ever been in love?: No

Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: Nope

Pictured your crush naked?: No

Actually seen your crush naked?: No

Cried when someone died?: Yes

Lied: Yes

Fallen for your best friend? : No

Rejected someone?: A few times

Used someone?: nope

Done something you regret?: Not exactly

--WHAT--

Clothes: Anything comfortable.

Music: IMAGINE DRAGONS or FALL OUT BOY

Smell: Marc Jacobs perfume

Desktop picture: Jon Snow

CD in player: Fall Out Boy

DVD in player: Moulin Rouge

--ARE YOU--

Understanding: Yes

Open-minded: Yeah

Arrogant: Sometimes...

Insecure: Absolutely

Random: All the time

Hungry: Most of the time yes

Smart: Depends on your definition of smart

Moody: Sometimes

Hard working: When I actually get off my ass and do something.

Organized: I'm OCD about papers and my locker, but other than that no

Healthy: Eh, kinda

Shy: Sometimes

Difficult: Yes

Bored easily: Unfortunately yes, pretty sure I'm ADHD

Obsessed: Once Upon a Time

Angry: Occasionally

Sad: Again, occasionally

Happy: Most of the time

Hyper: Not really

Trusting: kinda

--WHICH IS BETTER--

Coke or Pepsi: Coke

Flowers or candy: Neither

Tall or short: short
Books aren't made of pages and words, they are made of hopes, dreams and possibilities

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane 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, Diane 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 beaten 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 weep. 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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane 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" Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

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

Girls

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.

95% of teenagers would be terrified if Justin Beiber was about to jump off a building to kill himself, copy and paste this if you are one of the 5% who wold have a video camera and be yelling 'JUMP!!' while laughing. 'ha ha

This is a true story

A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

10 facts about you

1. You're reading my profile
2. You're realizing that's a stupid fact
4. You didn't notice I skipped three
5. You're checking
6. You're smiling
7. You're still reading my profile
9. You didn't realize I skipped eight
10. You're checking again and smiling about how you fell for it again. :)
11. You are enjoying this
12. You didn't realize there's only suppossed to be ten facts
Copy and paste if you fell for it, too. You know you did.

I love you, and I will love you until the day I die
And if there's a life after that, I'll love you then-- Jace Wayland, City of Glass