I was doing so good today. So good. One half hour left until my birthday was over and I ruined it. You didn’t say happy birthday to me when i turned 18, you didnt say merry christmas, you didnt congratulate me on graduating high school, and you didnt tell me happy birthday today either. Not even on facebook. Since it’s been over a year I’m giving up on you. I can’t keep waiting and holding on to something thats not there. You officially lost your daughter. From now on I refuse to cry over you. Goodbye.
Wow, she is absolutely perfect.
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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is full of passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love — these are what we stay alive for.
—The Dead Poet’s Society
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Emma Stone | by Robert Ascroft (2011)
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LOL thatd be nikki
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