Previously : Mysteryanglecutlass14th
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream.
You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons.
You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another.
You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car.
You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call.
You thanked him by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags
You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you.
You thanked him by moving halfway across the country
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him .
You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart. If you love your dad, post this on your profile. (Whether you're reading this or not, dad, I love you.)
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
PLEASE READ (i just HAD to repost this! if you read til the end you'll see why. i hope u repost it 2!)
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
'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) Re post this message, or
If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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If you could read that put it in your profile!
Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know what to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good! If you are weird and proud of it, copy this into your profile!
Laugh your heart out, dance in the rain, cherish the moment, ignore the pain, LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE, forgive and forget, life's too short to live with regrets.
Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and notices that he is the only black man there. As he sits down, he notices a white man behind him.
The white man says, "Colored people are not allowed here."
"When I was born I was black,"
"But you sir..."
The black man then sits back down and the white man walks away...
Copy this onto your profile and help stop racism!
Six Truths of Life
1. You cannot touch all of your teeth with your tongue
2. All idiots, after reading the first truth, try it
3. The first truth is a lie
4. You're smiling now because you are an idiot
5. You soon will forward this on to another idiot
6. There is still a stupid smile on your face
Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without mistake. The average person can't.
this is this cat
this is is cat
this is how cat
this is to cat
this is keep cat
this is a cat
this is retard cat
this is busy cat
this is for cat
this is forty cat
this is seconds cat
Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down and I bet you can't resist passing it on.
LAW STUDENT, MY LAW, OUR LAW!
1: Never, ever, we copy ... just consult our doubts: S
2: Do not paint the table ... Decorate it:)
3: do not insult the teachers ... I remember what they are U
4: NO we are distracted ... study the clouds: D
5: NO read magazines ... only inform us more o.o
6: DO NOT write notes' ... other media studied.
7: Do not sleep in class ... reflect -.-
8: Do not talk ... exchange expressions, D
9: Do not chew gum ... stimulate muscles: 3
10: NO suspend ... we suspended! O.O
11: NO thrown chalk ... studied the law of gravity No.
1. I have to tell you a secret look at 5
2. HI! Go to 11
3. Shh don't anyone.. look at 15
4. Okay you broke me down, go to 13
5. First look 2
6. ... Go to 12
7. I just wanted to say... I Love you
8. Don't get mad! Look at 14
9. It's private, look at 4
10. One more time, go to 7.
11. Shhh okay? Go to 6
12. Uh uh, 8's got your story
13. Okay, no more! Go to 10!
14. Breathtaking, look at 3.
15. Umm, Go to 9
Calling me Fake, won't make you Real.
A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you, now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
Girl: She gives him a big hug.
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she could live.
that's deep love man!!
Her name was Aurora
Her dad was a drunk
Her only friend
She always talked to it
Until her parents
A bruise on her leg
But she grabs her bear
She sits in the corner
Such a bad life
Then one night
Then her mom suddenly
She thrusted the blade
The mom walked out
Police showed up
One officer slowly
It must have been bad
copy and paste this if you are against child abuse and want to kick all of the abusers butts cause you hate 'em!
IF YOU HATE CHILD ABUSE!!
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!
- You laugh now because you're older than me by mere months, but when you're 30 and I'm still 29, who will be laughing then?
- "I'm not afraid of Death. What's he gonna do, kill me?"
- "Heaven doesn't want me and Hell is afraid I'll take over."
- They say, "Guns don't kill people, people kill people.' Well, I think the gun helps, because if you just stood there and yelled, "BANG" I don't think you'd kill too many people.
- Yeah, I'm a loser. But the coolest loser you'll ever meet.
- You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.
- I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse.
- I talk to myself because my answers are the only ones I accept!
- I live in my own little world. But it's okay, they know me there.
- I used to be normal... until I met those freaks I call my friends.
- When in doubt, make up words!
- If you're gonna be two-faced, sweetie at least make one of them pretty.
- I run with scissors... and lived!
- Kids are the future. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
- Before you criticize someone walk a mile in their shoes, that way you'll be a mile away and have their shoes!
- A loser is a window washer on the 44th floor who steps back to admire his work.
- The newscaster is the person who says "Good evening" and then tells you why it's not.
- What happens if you get scared half to death twice? That's a really good question... I wonder...
- Before you insult someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do insult them, you are a mile away and you have their shoes.
- Don't you dare tell me the sky is the limit when there are footsteps on the moon.
- "Doctors say I have multiple personalities. We disagree with that."
- Duct tape is like the force, it has a light side and a dark side and it holds the universe together."
Eyes are golden lamps afire
Burn like the sun
In the night did aspire
To burn as the moon for the night
Hair that is black as coal burnt
Flowing in waves that fall
Long ago we learn
To never tell all
Summer blue and sunset red
Are the colors of the tears shed
Are the cold nights worth the sunrise?
Is the day bright enough to chase away my fears?
*"Close your eyes little boy
Your a prince now, you own this world
Swirling in this crazy mess
You're the loveliest far above the rest
You build your castle in the skies
Stars reflecting off your eyes
And angels sing on silver clouds
And no one cries, screams, or shouts
Oh, set apart this dream
Oh, set apart this dream for me
Set apart this dream for me"
*"I believe in nothing
Not the end and not the start
I believe in nothing
Not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing
Not the day and not the dark
I believe in nothing
But the beating of our hearts
I believe in nothing
100 Suns until we part
I believe in nothing
Not in Satan and not in God
I believe in nothing
Not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing
But the truth and who we are"
*I hate to see you fall down
I'll pick you up off of the ground.
I've watched the weight of your world come down
And now it's your chance to move on
Change the way you've lived for so long
You find the strength you've had inside all along.
Cause life start now.
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow and you're so far down
but you will survive it somehow because life starts now.
All this pain
Take this life and make it yours.
All this sorrow take your heart and let it love again.
You will survive it some how.
"That's the funny thing about memories...they're like water in a desert. You can cross the entire desert to find it until you're on death's door, looking for some glimmer of hope. Maybe you'll even find it. But no matter how much you try to grab at it, it'll always slip through your fingers...sure, maybe you can cup it in your hand, but eventually you'll lose it or it'll trickle through the gaps of your palms, or evaporate in the sun, just like your life. And when you're lying there in the sand, dying, the sun beating you down, you become delirious and everything just sort of fades into nothing, until all you can remember is the pain but you can't even remember why it's there...and for even those moments when things were good, a drop of water in that proverbial desert is never going to sustain you."
"Cry me a river and sail me to Hades. I'm going down."
"our injuries will heal as long as were alive well be fine but the scars will remain."
"I am no one…" answered flatly. "Yet I am someone. I am one person, yet I am someone else as well. Two sides of the same coin if you like, a part of both sides yet of neither, a gray entity in a world of black and white… Quite frankly, at the moment, I am not completely sure about exactly who I am and what kind of role I'm supposed to play, but when I do, I am certain that you will be able to tell whether I am a friend or foe to you…"
"A glisten of gold gives birth to treason, for when greed is involved no one will listen to reason… from the cradle to the grave humanity will be a slave to their own greed and the need to feed, the need to be loved and the need to breed… as they crave and as they yearn humanity will never learn, that they will only take what they try to save with them to an early grave…"
"I'm just a weapon, I have no reason to live, and if I try I'll just end up destroying things like before."
"Kanda, you have to start changin' what you see boy."
"It doesn't matter how you look at it, it's always the same in the end." He had had enough of the old man's optimism.
"But what about if you erase it completely… and paint it a different color?"
"How the hell would I do that old man?"
"Well..." He licked his mouth, smacking his dry lips together. " If you're a weapon now... then you just need to become a shield."
"… A shield?"
"Yes m'boy, when you find something you wish to protect, that's when your world will change color, and you won't be a weapon, but a shield."
"I have morals!" "Do you even know what that means?" "No…" "Didn't think so" "Are they good?" "Yes." "Then I have them!" "Sure you do ju-chan. You'll have to accept that you gave him a tie because you want to see him again someday" fubuki shook his head disapprovingly "I'm not in love!" "de-ni-al" he sang. I was never gonna live this down…
"'Thief'? 'Criminal'? They say sticks and stones break bones, but your words have broken my soul. You're so mean Johan-kun." His glare intensified
Yet in all reality, Allen was a freak. He hadn't been outdoors in a good while, he had a weird appendage ('.), he was short ("-.-), not to mention his hair, and sc-
SHUT UP! I can hear what you're thinking!
Or is it me who can hear what you're thinking?
Maybe the things you thought I was thinking were really your thoughts that I thought you were thinking. (Jack Sparrow anyone?)
I give up...
You wanna play the game?
No! I still haven't completed the last dare!
Yeah, so sad. Better hurry, there's a nice pretty rock with your name on it.
Allen sweat dropped, leaning back so his head hit the not-so-soft pillow.
"That barely makes sense Bakanda, but I guess I should praise you for even stringing a sentence together with your wee, little brain."
Kanda could hear the 'snap' of his self-control cracking under the pressure of an idiotic beansprout.
"I'll fucking kill you"
"You couldn't kill me if I was dead Bakanda."
"I think when I get real fed up with feeling bad, I need to take it out on something, and when it wasn't you, it was me. …I'm real sorry for making you that something, but it just seemed right in a way. I need something to hit and you need something to hit back, or at least I think you do, and I'll be glad to be that something for you."
"The way you put it almost makes beating each other up sound nice." Kanda said dryly and Allen laughed "I don't care if you hit me, or scream at me or whatever, I'm tougher than you. That's why I feel like if someone else is mad, and like you they want to take it out on something, it's better me than you."
Black. That was all he saw and that was fine with him. It's not like he preferred the color in particular. It was what came with it. Nothing. He felt nothing when he was in darkness's clutch. No pain. No suffering. No corrupt thoughts. No frightening sights. He wanted to stay in the darkness forever. To never wake up from the short-lived retreat from his world full of vile color. He hated color. The reds that debased his dreams were the worst. But the light always came back. No matter how much he willed it away it crawled into his world once again revealing his sufferings, and this time was no different. A soft glow. A shining light. A brilliant blaze. An unimaginable warmth.
well okumura be all right? of course!!! he's so stupid he'd forget to die even if he got killed!!!
They are all laugh.
What did I do to deserve this?
The rocks that they throw,
"...I've pretty much always been afraid of everyone, even in my first memories it seemed like everyone was out to hurt me or have me killed until I guess I just decided after I lost Mana that I'd hurt those around me and keep them away before they could hurt me. I'm always...just so afraid...always hurting somehow until more than anything, I need someone to cling to and make it feel better, but even if there had been someone who I could go to I was always too afraid of what they might do or what might change or if they ever went away...and then it hurts more and I end up lashing out at everything around me and making myself more afraid, hurting more, and needing that comfort I can't have so I lash out more in this vicious, spiraling cycle that I can't seem to escape..." He whimpered shakily. "And I just don't know what to do because I need something good, someone else there but I don't want to trust or confide in anyone because I'm so afraid and it hurts when I do but it also hurts if I don't and I...I feel...so...lost..." He sobbed, hiccupping around his words.
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When life knocks you down its your choice to either get up or give up