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I need a break. Like a one week break, or two, maybe a year
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Me: you know what I like about you?
Someone: no
Me: me neither
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I hate everyone
When I say "I hate everyone" there's always a f*cking bastard who says "me too?" and then I say "Of course not" but in my mind it's "yes especially you"
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Cookies
Cookies from Subway taste like heaven
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What do you do when you're home alone?
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I need those
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Worst birthday ever
This was definitely the worst birthday ever. First my own family forgot about it. Then I was all alone. It was raining all day, I couldn't do anything. I didn't have electricity. And my computer is broke. I love my life.
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I never realized before, but only two days ago when I rewatched this movie. You can see Neville hide behind the rock. I don’t know if you ever noticed it but I laughed so hard.
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The Magic Begins | Day 25: Favourite Class  » Care of Magical Creatures ↳ “You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may be the last thing you ever do.”
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Birthday
So it's my birthday. I'm 19 today. And all I do with my life is watching Netflix and laughing at memes. I love my life.
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This girl is on fire
Alicia Keys
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Siblings conversations
Brother: I am so the lucky one here
Me: why are you saying that?
Brother: I'm so hot.
Me: don't make me laugh.
Brother: how does it feel to be ugly?
Me: I don't know, you tell me.
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It always seems impossible until it's done.
Nelson Mandela
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Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me.
Carol Burnett
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Teacher
As some of you know I’m a law student. I just finished high school about a year ago and this year was my first year of college and first year as a law student. I got this teacher who made us sing when we were late. Fortunately that never happened to me, but honestly it was one of the best thing of my life. I mean it was so funny that it never happened to me. One of the best teacher ever.
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Horses names
So I just moved and behind my new house there’s this huge space with two horses on it: one black and one white. I don’t know their name but they like to come to our house border so we can touch them and all. I decided to name them as I don’t know their name. The black one is Rose-beef and the white one is Kuzco.
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“Dear diary, A chipmunk asked me my named today. I told him it was Joe, that lie will haunt me forever” -Damon Salvatore
Damon Salvatore, The vampire diaries
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Beauty and the Beast (Chapter 1)
(Okay, so this is my version of beauty and the beast. It’s nothing serious, just for fun but this is mine, so please don’t take it from me, I had enough bad experiences like that. Sorry for the mistakes, English isn’t my first language)
It was a Sunny day down in Mountain Valley. The small town was as busy as usual. Some people were at work, while some others at home and the lucky ones were enjoying themselves with friends. This was a Saturday, that means that school was off for the weekend. Belle was walking in the streets towards the library. She didn’t like to drive. Even tough she had her driver licence, she was really bad at it. She didn’t mind walking, it was a good way to think, just a little bit of music in her ears and she was ready to go. Maybe you’re asking yourself why Belle, a 17 year-old teenage girl, was alone on a beautiful Saturday like this. Well, the answer is quite simple, Belle had no friends. I bet my hat that you’re now asking yourself why. Belle was weird. Not in a bad way, no, she just wasn’t like the other teenagers. She likes to read and teenagers of this town didn’t like it at all, they found it “nerdy”. What the heck does that mean? You can’t even read anymore without being judge for it? It wasn’t the only thing. Belle was attractive, not in the same kind of way as the head cheerleader, but more like a natural and nice kind of way. Her beauty was pure, she didn’t need to wear makeup or dress provocative to attract the eye of boys. So girls made sure that every single person in town thought badly of her. Let’s say that her family didn’t quite help. Her mother was killed when she was 3, nobody ever knew what happened to her but everybody suspected Belle’s father who was weird. He was a writer, you see. A free mind. And let’s remember that nobody liked someone different.
As I was previously saying, Belle was walking in the streets, music in her ears, towards the library. People who saw her pass whispered behind her back: “she’s so beautiful, what a waste.” “Isn’t she weird, look at what she’s wearing! We’re not in the fifties anymore.” Yes, she was an old school girl. She loves the fashioned style of the 20th century. Her wardrobe was amazing, but of course she was different so no one liked her wardrobe. Look at me, here I am defending her, I’m supposed to be objective here. She finally reached the library. she entered and instantly greeted the librarian.
“Hello Mr. Petierse.” She said with her sweet voice. “What a nice day.”
“Isabelle! I wondered when I would see you again.” He answered getting out of behind the counter. He was the only person in town who didn’t considered her as an illness.
“Sorry, I have been busy. I finished the last book you lend me at least one week ago but I didn’t have time to come back.” She took a old book from her bag and hand it to him. “I was wondering if you had anything knew” she added walking around in this little store.
“Well, not yet! You have practically read everything I have.” He responded with a shocked smile. “How do you do this reading so fast?” She shrugged and offered him a sincere smile.
“It’s okay, I’ll take this one!” She took one from the shelf right next to her.
“Again?” She nodded a few times.
“It’s one of my favorite.” The librarian stared at her while thinking.
“You know what? Keep it” She open her eyes, you could see the surprise in her eyes.
“What? No I can’t-”
“I insist” he cut her off. “You deserve a little help from a friend.” She felt so grateful at that moment, not because he offered her some book but because he actually cared about her. He even called himself her friend.
“Thank you. Really” He said that it wasn’t a problem. She waved him goodbye and left the library.
While walking towards her house, she started reading again. People almost run into her because she wasn’t looking. You could hear them calling her “rude” but it was just a pretext to be mean. Well, still she could have looked where she was going. Right across the street, a bunch of teenagers were good out of the theater. They were laughing and having fun. One of them, some stupid guy named Gaston spotted the young lady. He was struck by her beauty just as usual. Every time he saw her, he felt strange: his heartbeat was faster, he couldn’t breathe normally and his mind was all over her. His friends continued to laugh and talk together, not one of them notice her. Gaston’s best friend, a guy that every one called LeFou (nobody knew he’s real name), came to him shaking his head.
“Gaston” he called with a questioning look. “Gaston?”
“Huh?” Responded Gaston half-here.
“You’re doing it again?” This time Gaston turned his head to LeFou.
“Doing what?” He asked smirking.
“Staring at this creep.” He said with disgust.
“Watch yourself. Don’t call her that, she’s beautiful.” He clenched his teeth at Lefou.
“That’s the only thing you like about her. Her beauty. What a big deal. You don’t even know her.” LeFou tried to reason him in vain.
“I wanna know her.” He added.
“You can’t be serious.” A girly voice echoed behind them and they both turned their head towards the voice. It belonged to Christine, the head cheerleader who made sure everyone hated Belle. “She’s awful.” She walked to Gaston and put her hands on his muscular arms. She caressed him sensually and offered him a smile. “Don’t you want to be with someone who actually deserves you?”
“I hope you don’t mean you.” He answered. He pushed her off him. She watched him with such anger that she could have killed him with just her look. She went off running with her minions just behind her.
“Ouch, that must have hurt her feelings.” Added LeFou. Gaston shrugged without breaking eye contact with Belle’s body. She was walking home and getting away from him every second they waste by talking.
“Listen LeFou, I know you don’t agree with my attraction for this girl” he said pointing at her with his finger. “But I want that girl.” LeFou stared at him for a few seconds and then nodded.
“Okay, then I’ll help you get her.”
“Belle will be mine.” Gaston assured. “By the end of the week she’ll be my girlfriend.”
—– Want more? Follow the story of Belle in Beauty and the Beast! Love- ❀
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