July 2011
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REALITY
noeeeee: Poor earth :(
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How girls flirt.
fuck-yeah-best-posts: love-tragedy: She’ll sneak glimpses of you so she won’t get caught staring, but you’ll notice it anyway. She’ll wait for you to start a conversation, and as soon as you start one, she won’t ever want to stop talking to you. She’ll hit you and punch you playfully. She’ll be mean to you specially, because it’s easier to be mean than to actually let you on on how she ...
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June 2011
25 posts
Jun 26th
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Jun 18th
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When a teacher tells me to write a 1000 word...
siomai: omgitsliz: Teacher: “You got a zero” Me: “Why?” Teacher: “You submitted a picture.” Me: “A picture’s worth a thousand words.”
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Teacher : Whoever answers my next question, can go...
dramos16x: * One boy throws his bag out through the window. * Teacher: Who threw that bag? Boy : Me! I’m going home now.
Jun 12th
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“I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.”
– Maya Angelou (via kari-shma)
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May 2011
262 posts
There are three types of people in this world
Those who make things happen Those who watch things happen Those who wonder what happened Which one are you?
May 26th
Letter to Mom
A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:  Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing...
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