♥══════†††═════════♥ ║99.9% of you won't post this. When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you. If you're one of 0.1% that cares, put this on your profile. ╚♥══════†††═════════♥⠀

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IO6zqIm88s please watch and post on ur own bio, it would mean the world to me :)

aight, here are some fantastic ppl:

@StormragerTamingDRAGONS22: You are the greatest friend i could ask for ask for Tobi, I cannot believe it has been 7 yrs, that baffles me. I am glad that you finally started talking after those first two yrs XD. (even if now u won’t shut up XD, jk jk). I love u with all my heart and pray u prosper daily :)

@jJDTP: :) :) :) i have never met someone so much like me before, it is insaaaaaane. Ur so sweet and funny. Thank you for always being there for me and being an awesome friend!

Anonymous_Blobfish: You r someone… jk jk. (although u technically r someone). Got great taste in music and can proudly say that after 7 yrs, i know u well. While sometimes u can be rude, u got dat hard-to-find-good in u. U r one of the smartest guys i know (except in math XD) and I know that God has got good plans for ur life. keep Gambling!!! (few will get that)

SoldiersofChaos09 Oh gosh. Chaos… just pure Chaos.

Green_Sleeves:great guy. Just go to his pf lol.

Me (kidding, i ain’t fantastic lol): I love my family and friends with all of my heart. I am a southern at heart girl and i am an old soul. I love nature and all the beauty God put in it; I love trees and grass and snow and rain and sunshine and cold and heat and animals and leaves and bugs and all else in nature. I love science! Finally, my motto: Be wise in the head but stay young in the heart.

(sry if ur my friend and u ain’t listed)

my fake family family tree:

"If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid"

-Albert Einstein

“Growing up is terribly wonderful. But often it’s also wonderfully terrible. A teacher could become rich if he ever perfected the art of helping mature students unlearn many awful things. Enjoy your innocence, my dear. Even if it only lasts the day."

— S.D. smith

Now here are some of my favorite poems (excluding my favorite; The Raven by Edgar Alan Poe):

I'm Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Are you - Nobody - too?

Then there's a pair of us!

Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know!

How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public like a Frog -To tell one's name - the livelong June -To an admiring Bog!

Have You Earned Your Tomorrow? by Edgar Guest

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
     Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
     Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?

Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along?
     Or a churlish sort of "Howdy" and then vanish in the throng?
Were you selfish pure and simple as you rushed along the way,
     Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?

Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast,
     That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
     Does a man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?

Did you waste the day, or lose it, was it well or sorely spent?
     Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber do you think that God would say,
     You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?

It Couldn't Be Done by Edgar guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,

     But he with a chuckle replied

That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one

     Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin

     On his face. If he worried he hid it.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

     That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;

     At least no one ever has done it”;

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,

     And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,

     Without any doubting or quiddit,

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

     That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

     There are thousands to prophesy failure;

There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

     The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

     Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

The Stick-Together Families by Edgar Guest

The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the

earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her

leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

and finally last but certainly not least this poem is for my dear friend Tobi (u are an amazing poet and this one is for u):

A Friend's Greeting by Edgar Guest

I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.

I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.

I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.

I'm wishing at this wonderous time that I could but repay
A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.

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