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1 - I work at this company Called Bath And Body Works
2 - I hate the taste of Buttered Popcorn >////>
3 - Caramel Popcorn though, I simply adore it <3
4 - I have a tendency to mix up letters and numbers. I would read 493 but say 394 or 625 to 952. die could be pie. mine could be wine. Basically never listen to me talk.
5 - I hate wearing bras….
To much information…?
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.
yes im a boy
yes i knit things
This guy should be some crazy DC villain…
OH MY GOD YES PLEASE.
oh god someone do this
GET ON IT
I think I’ll call him… THE KNITTER!
He robs banks with the help of his little quilted monsters
can anyone put an end to his reign of warm and cozy terror!?
OMG YES ITS BACK
this post is perfect
Tengo un algo por el HiJackson D: Hiccup toma la iniciativa~
I have a thing for HiJackson D: Hiccup takes the initiative~
Final Act: Full Comic
READ LEFT TO RIGHT!
Description: I’ve had this theory about Marco’s death for a while, and then I saw the lovely/beyond depressing comic by the amazing Mackenzie, and thought, “holy freakin’ shit.” So I had to draw my own version.
Here’s the entire thing in one post. :) Yay!
HELLO? YES. I THINK A TEAR SHREDDED DOWN MY FACE.
*how to spawn demons: a beginner’s guide to chemistry
people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people
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“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.” (x)
do u ever get rly attached to a person and then they’re not around for most of the day and you sit there internally whining like a lost puppy dog
what if you woke up christmas morning and your favorite character or celebrity was just casually sitting by the christmas tree with a bow on their head and was just like “oh good you’re finally awake”
*Rapidly tries to make hair look decent*
but then they were all “no your hair looks fine” and they laughed
and then after a long somewhat awkward amount of silence they were just like
"i like your pajamas"
i would cry
Aristotle’s Modes of Persuasion (inspired by the hundreds of other ones floating around this site)
[[Bonus Hans that isn’t related it any way to the modes of persuasion at all but needed to be done regardless]]:
reblogging for Hans