January 2010
384 posts
AVATARD.
shaycarl: so what are we gonna do tonight?
his son: go watch avatar?
shaycarl: what's avatar?
his son: um.. they turn a guy into a blue guy.
shaycarl: and what does he do?
his son: uh.. i don't know
shaycarl: are you excited to see it? it's supposed to be really good. can you believe james cameron spent so much money on this movie?
his son: yes..
December 2009
218 posts
A Beautiful Journey
It was a crush that had a mind of its own. He was seven when his heart chose this girl. He would stare at her throughout the day in class. He drew pictures of her and didn’t share his coloring pencils with anyone else but her. When they were nine, he pushed her on the swings in the playground. He held her hand but she was disgusted and kicked him. He would smile and watch her leave. He then sat in the sandbox and continued to draw. The next day, their class had show and tell and they both showed each other their dolls and toys. He drew each doll she had. When they were twelve she asked him, “Why do you want to hold my hand?” He said, “When we were nine and I held your hand for the first time, I felt as if on top of the world. You and I against the world.” He continued to draw. When they were fifteen, he saw her from a different perspective. Lust has taken over him and he stared at things other than her face. When they were nineteen, her parents got into a huge argument so she went to his house and he comforted her. Sitting on the cold bedroom floor looking at each others reflection, they moved onto the bed. He held her hand and they made love for the first time.
His childhood crush became love at last. When they were twenty-two, he made the hardest decision of his life and joined the military. As he gets into the taxi, he looks out the window and sees her, pregnant, waving goodbye, tears flowing down her cheeks with a forced smile. He’s on his way and starts to draw, his tears bleed into the paper leaving small creases. For the next six years, with nothing to draw, he looks through pages of his drawings. One by one, tear drop by drop. He kept these drawings with him wherever he went. On the nightstand next to his bed, in his backpack, in his pocket. Reminiscing on his childhood drawings and constantly being reminded of her. When they were twenty-eight, he returned home to her and their new baby girl. He embraced his family and never let go, promising to be there and to guide each step they take. The next day, he asked her to marry him. Her eyes said yes and she held his hand which fits perfectly in his. When they were thirty, they traveled around the world and sailed the seas. When they were thirty-nine, they sat in the front row of their daughters graduation. He drew his daughter getting her diploma. Her mother was crying tears of joy. When they were forty-six, they danced at their daughters wedding. He held her hand and said “I love you” quietly with music overpowering his voice, but his wife heard it clearly as if it was just them two in a lonely room. When they were seventy-six, he passed away. She found a gift on her bed and opened it. It was a album of his drawings. From the beginning to the end. He left a note on the last page:
“I drew every moment and experience we had throughout our lives. I had a feeling I was leaving first. I didn’t want to leave you with nothing so I put this album together of us. What a life honey. From when we were seven years old, can you believe it? I wouldn’t change a thing in my life, I have zero regrets. I thank God for putting you into my line of sight when I was a young, immature, and unaware brat. You are God’s gift to me. I can’t imagine my life if I didn’t meet you. There are a few more pages left in this book. Finish the journey for me. Stay strong honey. I love you. “
“I would rather spend my life close to the birds, than waste it wishing I had...”
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1. i say i don't care, but i really do.
christmas office.
Michael: What would you like for Christmas little boy?
Kevin: I don't know. I didn't know you were gonna ask me that.
Michael: What did you think was going to happen?
Kevin: I didn't know. Nobody's ever let me sit on their lap before.
Michael: All right, just say "some toys" please.
Kevin: Can you give me some choices? Cause I really don't want to mess up on this list.
Michael: Damn it Kevin, come on.
Kevin: What about if I tell you the things I DON'T want?
Michael: Okay get off, get off! Oh! Oh, God!
Kevin: I didn't even get to tell you what I wanted!
Michael: Okay you know what you get? A thousand helium balloons attached to you so Santa doesn't have to go through this again.
Kevin: Awesome.
“In an ideal world, all 10 fingers would be in my left hand so my right hand...”
– Dwight
why do dogs drink so sloppily?
there’s water all over the floor! agh.
13919.) I hate how your life seems so perfect.
SIMS MUSIC FTW.
i love hulu.
namezook →
Kristi is personable, friendly and generally has an outgoing personality. She feels comfortable being among people, telling stories, offering ideas and contributing comic relief. She has an infectious laugh and a genuine smile.
She is interested in stability and consistency. Her mannerisms, demeanor and approach to relationships and tasks are typically pre-meditated. She discerns whether or not...
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formspring.me
i like rice. my old sn used to be that riceball.
haha nessa. we think alike.
domo arigato..
MISTER ROBATO!
hey! nice to meet you thanks for following me (:
hey. you’re welcome! :D
questions/comments? <3
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Watchmm. silly cat :)
and sorry for messy room and loud barking. turn down the volume ahead of time!!
SEXUAL MUSIC
kristi: it's the one that goes
kristi: wah wah wah
kristi: in the beginning
kristi: and then the guy sings
kristi: you know?
vanessa: mhm
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“PMS isn’t real… it was invented by the boy-run media to make us seem like...”
“It’s the story of life. Boy meets girl. Boy gets stupid. Boy and girl live...”
“smile. even if your world is about to crash.”
13822.) I'm sorry I ruined your life.
