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Watch me flex, ask him how he likes me now

Toni Romiti

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Every hair has a story

Jeffree Star

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In a room full of art, I’d still stare at you.

Anonymous (via syntacked)

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She hated this feeling of free-floating, just drifting from place to place, thought to thought, without any sense of anchor or root

Nora Roberts, Whiskey Beach

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Remus: What's your blood type?

Sirius: How would I know?

Remus: How would you not?!

Sirius: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Remus: You don't know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?

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Old Poems

*I was going through some of my stuff today and I found some of my old poems I wrote when I was twelve. Keep in mind that I was in middle school so I wrote a lot about what I could relate to. Here are a few of them.

HIM

That moment when he walks past you in the hall and smiles and you can’t help but smile back. When there is a thousand and one butterflies in your stomach because he makes you laugh ten times a minute. The moment he asks you a question and your mouth only answers with a few words, but your mind says a million. So many unsaid things you want him to hear. So many unforgotten sentences that he has said.So many memories you have shared with HIM.

A DAD

When I’m around him I feel special. When I’m around him I feel remembered. When I’m around him I feel loved. This is because he is a dad. He is my superman. He can fly around the world if he wanted to. He just has to find it within himself. I believe in him. I trust him. I love him. He is my dad.

THE MAGIC OF BOOKS

The storm outside is intense. It is so cold and the power is out. Thunder cracks, booming above. You light a candle and go to your room. Lightning flashes acroos the sky, showering your room with a brief glow. You should be scared out of your witts, but your not. You sit down slowly looking outside. Almost laughing to yourself while opening a book. The comfort of the words makes you forget everything around you. How can anything ruin your night when you have the magic of a book in you lap.

LIFE

Life is full of the good and the bad. Some may say that not everyone experiences the bad. You know, those people you see that are always happy and seem like they have everything going thier way.Truth is everyone faces loss and pain. Everyone faces lonleyness, emptiness and sorrow.There isn’t a single being in this world that deos not feel the bad. But no matter what, things always get better. No matter what things turn around and go the right way. No matter what loss or pain you feel, it fades and turns into a good memory. This is what we call life. Life is not always easy but is always worth it. 

MIDDLE SCHOOL

Middle school is like a roaler coaster. You go up on the bad days and down on the good. There are all of these twists and turns and bumps. And sometimes you feel like throwing up and quitting. There is never a straight moment. It’s crazy, fun,and scary all at the same time. But eventually, the ride ends and you move on to the next obstical.

THE BEST KIND

When people anger you, you want to hit them. When people make you happy, you want to hug them. When people make you sad, you want nothing to do with them. Every single person can make you feel all of these things. But only some of them can be called your friends. Friends will sit with you throught the bumps in the road and help you swerve them. Friends will pick you up at your lowest moment and tell you everything will be okay. Friends will make fun of you for the stupidest things. Friends will be the ones to tell you are wrong but not criticize you for it. These friends are rare and hard to detect. These friends are the best kind. The best kind of people. The best kind of friend and the best kind of love. When you find the best kind, latch on to them. Treat them how they treat you. Because in the end they will be the ones there for you. They will be the ones that have your back. Cherish it.