Author has written 2 stories for Pokémon, and Hunger Games.
hey I'm TearsOfThePast, I love pokemon and am a AdvanceShipper MayxAsh forever! :D
A black man walked into a room where a white man was sat.
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, 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, 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... Post this on your profile if you hate racism!
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.
If you find this incredibly cute (in a corny way, although it would so make me melt :P), copy and paste it into your profile.
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.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thaned her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.
Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.
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?
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, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen Teetering On The Brink Of Insanity Past The Point Of No Return ManLife Sucks, Avatarwolf, danyan, Ercy Heartlet.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile and add your name to this list: Danyan, Avatarwolf, Shifter-youkai, AkatsukiFan, Chocolate Chan, Staring.out.my.flooded.window, Bloodied Sand, PhAnToM SpEaKeRv, Deidara and Toshiros property, Lina-Neko, Gaara's-Bloody-Panda, Ercy Heartlet, TearsOfThePast
FAKE VS. REAL
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.
FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what’s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!
FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it
I am that girl. The one who likes books more than boys. The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy. The one who alwayswonders what she did wrong. The one who writes to escape. The one who just wants to help. The one that really wants to make a difference. The one that sticks to her values. The one that refuses to believe that this is it. The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow. Copy and Paste if you can relate.
Try Not To Cry
In Memory of the School Shootings
Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
He shot it with a great huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told.
I got good grades, I got straight As, I even got the gold.
When I went to school that day, I never said goodbye.
I'm sorry that I had to leave, but Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another.
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.
Tell my little sister that she is the only one now.
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now.
And tell all of 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 that I won't show up for class.
And never to forget this, not to let it pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me, though no one really deserves this.
But, Mommy, it's not fair. I left without a kiss.
And Mommy please tell the doctors that I know they really did try.
I think I even saw one doctor trying not to cry.
And now I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But Mommy, just 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.
Mommy, I have to go now. The time is getting late.
Tell my Zack I'm sorry, but I have to cancel the date.
I've always loved you Mommy. I know you know it's true.
So, Mommy, all I have left to say, is Mommy, I love you.
In memory of the Columbine and Virginia Tech students that were lost.
Please if you would, don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on, maybe people will cry.
Just keep this in your heart for the students who didn't get to say goodbye.
Now you have 2 choices:
(1)- Pass this along and show people you care. Repost as Try Not To Cry.
(2)- Don't repost it and show people how cold hearted you really are.
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, 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 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 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 no 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?Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God...Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! 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.
7 Reasons Not to Mess with Children (small children) Read this. This is really funny
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
When you're sad, just remember that there's some idiot out there, pushing a door that says 'Pull'.
Do headphones just tie themselves in knots while we're not looking?
Not realizing how weird your friends are until you start describing them to someone.
I was really shy and silent. That is until I met my best friend. Now, I'm loud, crazy, and always speak my mind. She created a monster.
Everyone's mature... Until they get on one of those 'spiny chairs'.
If I ever saw Justin Bieber, I'd walk up to him and say 'Never' before walking away.
Biggest lie: 'The doctor will be with you in a couple of minutes.'
Some people just need a high five. In the face. With a chair.
I'm the type of girl who will burst out laughing in dead silence over something that happened yesterday.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.
Women who seek to be equal to men lack ambition
Before you criticize someone you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them you are a mile away and you have their shoes
If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong
Please read-true story (not my story though)
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) Repost this message, or
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.
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!
If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.
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I'm a girl
I read the text on a shampoo bottle.
I laugh at my own joke when I haven't even shared it.
I hate it when the wind messes up my hair.
I look in the fridge 10 times without eating anything.
I have to call my own phone to find it.
I check the time on my phone when I'm wearing a watch.
I turn my pillow around so I can sleep on the cold side.
I count how many hours of sleep I get when I go to bed late.
I run upstairs really fast like someone is trying to attack me.
I laugh harder when I try to explain why I'm laughing in the first place.
I walk into a room and forget why I am there.
I count on my fingers in math class.
I try to accomplish things with time still on the microwave.
I hate hearing my voice in recordings.
I use the word "thingy" when I can't remember what something is called.
I say the entire alphabet because I can't remember what letter comes next.
I pretend to be a fast typer by pressing random keys.
I do all of this ;P Copy and paste the ones you do too! :)
I'm the kind of girl who looks down at what she's wearing after someone told her 'I like your shirt.'
I'm the kind of girl who laughs at her own texts before sending it.
I'm the kind of girl sitting there, waiting for an answer to her text, realizing ten minutes later that she never actually sent it.
I'm the kind of girl who talks to everybody and say what she wants, but can't talk infront of an audience.
I'm the kind of girl who's really smart, but too lazy to show it.
I'm the kind of girl who laughs at the face on the TV when she pauses it.
I'm the kind of girl that doesn't have normal hobbies. I read and I write.
I'm the kind of girl who acts shy one second and the next I will be laughing like an idiot.
I like cheese. I have seen purple cows. If two gooses are geese, then why aren't two moose meese, or when two foots are feet, why aren't two footballs feetball? Milk tastes good. People call me crazy, but I'm just random! If you're random and proud of it, copy and paste this in your profile
A girl and a 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, it's so scary.
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you, slow down.
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gave him a big hug.
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself; it's really bothering me.
The next day in the newspaper, a motorcycle crashed into a building due to brake failure. Two people were in the crash, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks weren't working, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loves him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live, even if it meant that he would die.
“Writing is considered stereotypical. Writing is considered dorky.
You probably laugh at the girl in the corner of the room, who is scribbling something in her notebook yet again. She only makes eye contact if absolutely necessary, which isn’t often. You wonder how long she has had that notebook, because it looks old and torn, and you don’t remember a time you have ever seen her without it.
You see her in a coffee shop, observing everything and everyone. You look at her as if she was a weirdo, and she looks at you back. She doesn’t tear her gaze away, so you do it instead. She immediately begins to write in that notebook of her’s, making you wonder what’s inside it.
At the school dance, she comes without a date or friends. You and your date were having fun, but as soon as she gets there, you feel distracted. She simply sits at a table, writing in her notebook, glancing up every so often to take in her surroundings. You excuse yourself from your date and sit down next to her, hoping to just see what she’s writing. She doesn’t even look at you; just gets up and sits down at the next table.
You think you just got rejected by a nerd.
You are practicing football in the park, and when you’re dismissed, you get ready to go. As soon as you are about to leave, you see a shape moving around in the middle of the field. You take a closer look and realize that it is her, laughing and spinning around in the tall grass. She collapses down and begins to jot down more things in her notebook, the smile not leaving her face.
You are walking down an empty hallway, but stop because you hear the sound of crying. You take a peak around the corner and see her leaning up against the lockers, crying her eyes out. She is furiously writing in her notebook, not even realizing that you are watching her. You feel really bad, but you can’t associate yourself with nerds like her.
If only you saw everything from her perspective…
She is not a nerd, she is a writer. There is a big difference. When she sits in the corner of the room and writes, it shows that she can’t get that burning idea for a story out of her head. A writer cannot pay attention to anything else before they write down all the ideas etched in the back of their minds.
When she sits in the coffee shop, watching everyone walk by, she is not being creepy. It most likely means she has writer’s block, and is searching everywhere for inspiration. Little did you know, when you locked eyes with her, you gave her everything she needed. All a writer needs for a good story is simply an exchanged glance.
A writer goes to an event to make memories. Writers use memories to make great stories. The girl went to the dance for just that reason. She was quite angry when you sat next to her; all writers need their concentration. She didn’t even know that the person who sat down was you before she moved tables to find a place to write in peace. A writer wishes to be in private most of the time.
So, no, you did not get rejected by a nerd.
You got rejected by a writer.
A writer knows how to turn their emotions into writing. She knew her character was supposed to feel happy, so she ran to the park as fast as she could. She stood in the middle of the field and just ran and played, because her character was a child, and that’s how children feel joy. As soon as she was feeling the same emotions her character felt, she copied them down, so she understood the feeling better. A writer writes before they lose the emotion they need to make a great story.
She was not crying because of anything someone said or did! A true writer doesn’t care about people’s opinions, just their own opinion. She was so caught up in the sadness of her own writing, that she can’t control the tears that forced their way out. She not only feels the emotions she writes, but makes sure she keeps editing until she does. A good writer knows that a piece is good when they are exploding with emotions when they write it.
Writing is not stereotypical, and writing is not dorky.
Writing is an art.
The girl with the notebook is probably a better person than any of your friends combined. She is not a nerd; she is simply an artist.
She knows how to capture a person’s heart with a simple sentence.
She knows how to create a whole other world by just picking up a pen.
She knows how to transmit her feelings into the written word.
She is not a nerd.
She is an artist.
Don’t underestimate the power of writing. It gets everyone every time.
Because I can bet you anything that one day, you will become too curious as to what is in the girl’s notebook. You will somehow be able to pry it from her grasp and read what is inside. Suddenly, all your opinions will change about her, because writers can change people’s hearts. You will be begging to take her out on a date, and when she finally accepts, it will be the best date of your life.
Because writers have the biggest, best personalities.
Before you know it, you’ll be on one knee for the writer you fell in love with, just because her writing was so magnificent.
You call me crazy, but when it happens, I’ll be there to say I told you so.”
-Kate Casey, a girl with a notebook.
When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.
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.