And we’re all fucking losers.
jordychristine:
Please reblog this to help strike a blow against pediatric cancer. I will post on Sunday exactly how much I’ve raised by doing this!
Graduated High School.
Kissed someone.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Been dumped.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado. (the outburst effects of one?)
Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid).
Watched someone die.Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.Been sailing.
Cut yourself. Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Had detention.Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for American/Australian Idol.Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.Gone to Europe.Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Wondered about your sexuality.
Used a coloring book over age 12.Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.Used a credit card.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.Had something pierced.Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS.Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.
(Guess this was not supposed for someone my age^^)
kathrynchrr:
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m aFRFIKOLK N NED (GUESS THE REAL NAME)
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nina (NYAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS FOR SRS WHEEEEEEE. ‘Kay. Still need to do English. :|)
A NJHUMNELICAQ (lolz :))=))=)) :-” Procrastinatiiinnnggg :-“)
gvfiksella HAHAHAHAHA OMG IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE GISELLA
cazfrolikn de - LOLLLLL caroline it is.
ZA;frilia lol!!! blaaahhh.. *aprilia*
wse98aQNJ (sian)
well that was successfull.sophie
i dont get it? it’s easy?? hahahahfeern
close :)
hayley6
L.IKSDAZ
m,aqtztzhioassd // test passed; I’m not too skinny.
“Why me?” The Sun Also Rises Ernest Hemingwaywas carried up in combs of ivory, combs of shell. Her
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy
and call it Orange Lotus Surprise Blossom. Then after the
Love is a Mixtape, Rob Sheffield
We know that other Dunder-Mifflin employees have noticed Jim and Pam’s flirting, which can affect morale, especially if they see Pam favored by Jim in assigning work.
The Office and Philosophy [EDITED BY] J. Jeremy Wisnewski
MR. PINK:
Oh that’s just fucking great! Where’s Brown?
Reservoir Dogs: The Screenplay
by Quentin Tarantino
That was the camp all right and it was a good camp.
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Ernest Hemingway
oped a cancer and her right leg was amputated, my grandmother
A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving (book sucks)
Tonight will be
the night that we
begin to ease
the plugs out of the dam.
And we will stand
knee deep in the flow,
the undertow
will grab our heels and won’t let go.
And while we hold,
our legs quivering,
the water rises now
to our teeth
when we just let go
and sail belly up to the clouds,
the rocks scraping our backs.
To breath in the air will be
the only thing that we have
and all the wasted nights
and empty moments
in our lives flushed away
as we sway with the rhythm
of the waves bobbing us up.
Crests fall to troughs we feel our gills open up.
And sail belly up to the clouds,
the rocks scraping our backs.
To breath in the air will be
the only thing that we have
and if the hook sets in
the bottom of our lungs,
we’ll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues.
The despair can ravage you
if you turn your head around to look down the path
that’s led you here,
cause what can you change?
You’re a vessel now
floating down the waterways.
You can take your rudder
and aim your ship,
just don’t bother with the things left in your wake.
Just sail belly up to the clouds,
the rocks scraping your back.
To breathe in the air will be
the only thing that you have
and your love will be warm nights
with pockets of moonlight
spotlighting you as you drift,
the actor in this play.
And you walk across the stage,
take a bow, hear the applause,
and as the curtain falls,
just know you did it all
the best that you knew how
and you can hear them cheering now.
So let a smile out and show your teeth
cause you know you lived it well.