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What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.
2. They will always remind you of him.
3. Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope. He wants to be an astronaut. He shows you Orion. The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity. The way it drags your limbs low. You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist.
4. You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers. There are sheets, and there are thousands. You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere. Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5. You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f

I know Pewdiepie for the first time...I know Pewdiepie for the first time when I was surfing at the google, searching how to play Amnesia: The Dark Decent. That's the time I found his video with the title AMNESIA SCARY REACTION (and funny). From the starter, I thought he's just an ordinary guy who needs a attention, needs a fame, and etc. And also with the weird title and with his weird face, I also thought maybe he's a crazy guy ever.

I clicked his video, connected to youtube, and watch it. It's start for all sudden of!
His face at the right top, his face looks confuse. Since I didn't watch any Amnesia (because it's my first time to know it!), I watch his video carefully,... He

*insert stupid vent memory related title here*You asked and asked to see my face from years ago.
I smiled, and said I would find a memory.
I went home that day, searching and searching for it.
I was searching for an old laminated flip book I called my yearbook.
At long last, I found it.
Flipping to the page with the third grade class on it, I see my name, and find my picture.
A faint smile sets on my lips and a light sigh escapes my mouth as I close it and put it in my book bag.
The next day, I bring it to you, and take it out.
I flip to the page and show you the picture.
A laugh and a giggle comes from you and you take the book from my hands.
Setting the book down, you take a marker fro

SHORT STORY: How did I meet Vince"Hello, my name is Sakura. I'm a young 15 years old girl, I see you want to know the story. Well, I'll tell you"
When I was 13 years old, I created a character for my self: a pink haired girl called Sakura-chan. Strong, beautiful, everything I wanted to be. I decided to cosplay as her, and since then I cosplayed everyday, even thought my father said I shouldn't go out like that. One day, I decided to went shopping.
"You're not going out in that outfit, aren't you?" My father said, then said my stepmother:
"Come on Hideki, let her be. She's still young"
"Thank you, Emi-okasan*! Thank you, oto-san*!"
I went out happily, untill I felt myself being pushed and kicked in the gut by someone. It was a blonde girl with blue eyes.
"Haha, look, I didn't know it was Halloween!"
"P-please leave me alone, Hanna!" I begged.
"Of course not! I really do hate you!" She went away, leaving me alone covered in dirt.
*****
I never said anything about Hanna or the people that bullied me. Then, I met a

HabitWhen I was younger, my mother told me that no matter how bad things got, life would always turn out alright if I pushed on and smiled. Just pretend that none of the bad stuff was happening, fix a beautiful smile on your face and watch the world eventually smile with you.

That was ten years ago. Now I smile for a living and it turns out, my mother is a liar.

But the habit
still
fucking

stuck.

my brother { the pianoman }He is one with the music.

The Shadow Man: A Retelling This is my recollection of an event that happened to me a few years past. Believe it our not, it doesn't matter, but this is the story of how I learned to fear the dark.

It was a Tuesday night, as I was preparing for bed so that I may be rested for school the next day. It was sometime in November, as things were cooling and nights lengthening. I turned out my lights and began to fall asleep. It was a dark room, but the only source of light there was, was from my digital clock, as a faint orange glow gave of the faintest light. It didn't help me see anything at all, but it was enough to tell the shapes of items in my room.

Loas a mi padreHace muchos años que navego por el mundo con el padre que por más lejos que este de mi me hace saber que esta cerca.
Mi padre que me vio caminar con confianza aun antes de que diera mis primeros pasos.
Mi padre, Tal vez corto en mi disciplina tal vez corto en palabras pero nunca corto en corazón.
El que cada día miro sabiendo que me apoyara en mis decisiones por que gracias a el sé que tomare las correctas.
Por que se que lo que soy y lo que seré será gracias al amor que el y mi madre me han dado,
Por que sé que no importa que tan lejos navegue siempre volverá siempre lo hará.
O buen marino acompáñame al muelle esta tarde para que yo misma pueda tomar el río.
Un gran escritor dijo una vez que los hijos somos el legado de la belleza de nuestros padres, y aunque ahora les pertenezco algún día dejare el muelle y le perteneceré al mundo y cuando lo haga recorrer

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Matthew 14:31

Doubt is a constant enemy that badgers and hunts down believers. In fact, doubt rules the world of man. No one is sure about anything anymore. So many people doubt or don't believe anything. How many people doubt God exists at all? How many Christians toy with the thought that maybe they are wrong...that their belief is wrong? I know I have in the past. Anyone who believes in God comes to a point in their life where they question God's existence. We all do it.

Another thing that gets me is when believers doubt t

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Do You Want Kids?We're laying on the floor of your room.
I feel safe as your arms wrap around me and I play with your bracelets.
Your hand travels to my stomach and it lays there.
I turn on my back but your hand doesn't move.
On your side you smile at me.
"Do you ever want kids?"
I feel my smile twitch.
Kids?
No, I never want kids.
I'm terrified that they'll end up like me.
I could pass on so many things to them.
Depression.
Bipolar disorder.
Glorophobia.
Insomnia.
I don't know how to take care of someone else.
Let alone a child.
I can't take care of problems well.
Plus I'm petrified that I'll end up like my parents.
I don't ever want to be like them.
Make my

. . . will set you free.

Or, so they say.

I say that we are all looking for something.

Something, that we already possess.

We look here.

We look there.

We look everywhere.

Everywhere ~ except at the thing we want. Which, is probably the reason we haven't found it yet.

I’m sure that anyone that takes their own life or that of another knows the truth. They are sure of it. But, that’s the thing about being sure about anything ~ it’s very seldom that there is any such thing.

Rarely, does absolute truth belong to any one of us. It’s usually dressed in camouflage. And, it’s usually a little flawed.

Yet, we wa

How I Discovered The BeatlesHi! My name is PMIC (Paul McCartney Is Cool) and I'm going to tell you how I became a Beatles Fanatic

So, I was 6 years old when I discovered them. I was getting in the car with my grandpa, and he started the car. Well, my grandpa was listening to the album Help! "What is this?" I asked "The Beatles" he replied. I liked the music, and I tried to sing along. It didn't go to well, because I had no idea what the lyrics were. ^^;

Well, time goes by, I become more addicted. I learned more, got the lyrics down, everything.

BUT...

In the 4th grade, this girl made fun of me for liking The Beatles. She made me cry in school, and at home.. I never

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Given shapes form now, layers ar

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by ~ksmsoccer89, Jul 22, 2010, 11:11:53 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Biography & Memoir / Stories & Vignettes

I have a huge man-crush on Leonardo DiCaprio.

Secret 14by ~ksmsoccer89

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Biography & Memoir / Stories & Vignettes

©2010-2013 ~ksmsoccer89

Secret 14 of my new series titled, "My Many Secrets."

he is a brilliant actor haha. i just saw inception and he never fails to amaze me with his acting and the movies he chooses to act in. they keep getting better and better.

these words are my heart. my silly little heart.

*30stmLUVER Jul 27, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

This made my day... or night lolzz

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~Amaya-K-Lilium Jul 27, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

This is awesome, and you are awesome for admitting it!

I'm going to see Inception this Thursday!!

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~londonrey Jul 26, 2010

Yes!!!

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!i-like-sushi Jul 24, 2010

I do not blame you.
One bit.

If I were a man, he'd be one of my man crushes.
The other would be Robert Downey Jr.
Because I love that man.

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~Pyr0n0id Jul 23, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

woh... understandable. :]
He's amazazing.
btw i have a chick-crush on jessica alba,
but leonardo dicapprio is way better than she is. so you win on almost gay celebrity crushes.

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~ksmsoccer89 Jul 23, 2010

hes the eptiome of amazing.
haha yes i win!
i have several almost gay celebrity crushes lol. most of them are soccer players though xD

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~Pyr0n0id Jul 23, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

hahaha soccer players rule so that also makes sense. :]

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~ksmsoccer89 Jul 23, 2010

haha well obviously.
like cristiano ronaldo. fernando torres. and my personal fave sergio ramos cuz im sportin his hairstyle haha

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~Pyr0n0id Jul 24, 2010 Hobbyist Photographer

lol nice :]

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~SpiltIntegrity Jul 23, 2010

I have a huge straight-crush on that man as well.
Especially after seeing Inception. SUCH a good movie. My god.

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