Emo is people. Emo is everything. Emo is a label. Emo is being free. Free to be you. Free to express. Free to tell everyone to f*** off!! Emo is just a word .-EMOS- *Are not cry babies *Do not always wear black *Can be very nice people *Don't always cut themselves *Are not always depressed *Can be happy too *Are normal people just like you (Put this on your profile if you agree with this.) ╔═╦══╦═╗ PUT THIS ON UR PAGE ║╩╣║║║║║ IF YOU ARE OR SUPORT ╚═╩╩╩╩═╝ EMOS!!!!♥♥♥
a guy and a girl were traviling 100mph on a motorcycle Girl:can you slow down im scared Guy:no this is fun! Girl:please this is really scary Guy:ok tell me you love me Girl:i love you now slow down Guy:now give me a big hug*girl gives guy a big hug* Guy:ok hey can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself its really bothering me the next day there was a motorcycle crash with two people but only one lived. about half way down the trip the guy realized that the brakes weren't working but he didnt tell the girl so she wouldn't get scared, so he wanted her to be safe and live even if he died so he asked her to tell him she loves him and give him a hug one last time. if you would do this for the one you love copy this on ur pro
Love is a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together
MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here. MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too. MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! MONTH SEVEN: Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy? EVERY ABORTION IS JUST... One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. One more person who can never change the world.... If you're against abortion, put this in your profile
our youngest members of the fox pack they don't know it but the have powers like my pack..
THE BABIES WHEN THEY TRANSFORM IN TO FOXES