────(♥)(♥)(♥)────(♥)(♥)(♥) __ ɪƒ ƴσυ'ʀє αʟσηє,
──(♥)██████(♥)(♥)██████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧα∂σѡ.
─(♥)████████(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт тσ cʀƴ,
─(♥)██████████████████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧσυʟ∂єʀ.
──(♥)████████████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт α ɧυɢ,
────(♥)████████████(♥) __ ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ρɪʟʟσѡ.
──────(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ηєє∂ тσ ɓє ɧαρρƴ,
────────(♥)████(♥) __ ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɱɪʟє.
─────────(♥)██(♥) ɓυт αηƴтɪɱє ƴσυ ηєє∂ α ƒʀɪєη∂,
───────────(♥) __ ɪ'ʟʟ ʝυѕт ɓє ɱє.
Want to know a secret?
You are beautiful.
Black, white, straight. Whether you are smart or quiet or impossibly in love with your best friend, someone out there cherishes your smile and gets butterflies when you walk into a room.
Someone out there can't stop thinking about you. You Are Beautiful. Don't ever believe differently.
I want a guy who calls me beautiful instead of hot,
who calls me back when I hang up on him.
The boy who kisses my forehead.
Who wants to show me off to the world,
who holds my hand in front of his friends,
who thinks I'm just as pretty without makeup on.
The one who is constantly reminding me
of how much he cares about me,
and how lucky he is to have me.
………♥…...♥
…..♥……………♥
…♥………………..♥
..♥………………….♥ ρυт тнis нєαrт oη yoυr
.♥……………………♥… ……♥….♥ ραgє if
♥…………………….♥… ♥…………..♥ you're in love
.♥…………………….♥.. ……………..♥ with Տoмєoηe
..♥…………………….♥. ……………♥
…♥…………………….. ………….♥
…..♥…………………… ……….♥
……..♥………………… ……♥
………..♥……………… ….♥
……………♥………….. .♥
………………♥……….♥
…………………♥…..♥
………………….♥..♥
……………………♥
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…………………..♥
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(\__/) This is bunny. Copy and paste
(+'.'+) bunny onto your page to help
(")_(") him gain world domination!
╔╗╔═╦╗ Put this on your page
║╚╣║║╚╗ if you love to laugh!!!! :)
╚═╩═╩═╝
,___,
[O.o] - Moo, I'm a pig.
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-"--"-
,___,
[¬.¬] - Dude, you're an owl.
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-"--"-
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[O.O] - My mother has lied to me!
If you ever threatened to hurt/kill a fictional character, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you've ever walked into a wall before copy this into your profile.
If you ever fell off a chair backwards copy this into your profile.
If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.
If you ever tripped over your own feet, copy this into your profile.
If you have embarrassing memories that make you want to smack yourself, copy this into your profile.
Post this on your profile if you have fallen in love with a fictional character.
If you cried when Fred Weasley died in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and you're not afraid to admit it, copy and paste this onto your profile! :(
----///-\\\----Put this on your page if you have ever felt
---|||---|||---Alone
---|||---|||---Hated
---|||---|||---Suicidal
----\\\-///----Apathetic
-----\\///-----Depressed
------///\-----or
-----///\\\----just
----///--\\\---Feel in pain
AOCDRNDICG TO RSCHEEARCH AT CMABRIGDE UINERVTISY, IT DSENO'T MTAETR WAHT OERDR THE LTTERES IN A WROD ARE, THE OLNY IPROAMTNT TIHNG IS TAHT THE FRSIT AND LSAT LTTEER BE IN THE RGHIT PCLAE. TIHS IS BCUSEAE THE HUAMN MNID DEOS NOT RAED ERVEY LTETER BY ISTLEF, BUT THE WROD AS A WLOHE. IF YOU CAN RAED TIHS, PSOT IT TO YUOR WLAL. OLNY 55% OF PLEPOE CAN!
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(___) copy and paste Mr.Bunny to your page and help him gain world domonation
Why! Who makes much of fear?
I do, for it is something I do not wish to experience.
The heart pounding kind, that makes you wish that you hadn’t been so curious,
Or running in the dark, struggling to escape from something monstrous, only to find yourself in the clutches of something even more so,
Or the fear of losing something you love,
Or looking over your shoulder, panicking when you see your imminent doom,
Or the oh-so-familiar feeling of trying to run through water,
Or waiting for something to creep from the darkness, to steal you away from the world.
Why! Who makes much of despair?
I do, for I have felt it in my heart before.
Losing all hope, lost in your own clouded depression,
Or hoping, wishing that the torture would end,
Or feeling the pain flare in your heart, illuminating the scars that you thought you had healed,
Or noticing people watching, staring, wondering, “What could have brought this much grief upon a youth? What, in the entire world, could have caused such intense sorrow?”
Or tears, crystalline tears, landing on the ground, splashing in small, orchest
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