I've always been a fan of drama and the theater!! So I went to go see a play at my high school called "The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee" and a character called Chip Tolentino called me out of the crowd and I guess Im Marigold Coneybear now!! XD but now me and him are great friends!!

I AM IN LOVE WITH Jack Frost!!!!!!!!!!!! He is my animated crush!! ^-^ <3

The Hunger Games is the best! I LOVE Peeta Mellark He is SOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid.Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoeout of 100 can.i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearchat Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrodare, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghut slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs put it on yuor pgae

                                                       Girls

One day, a black man walked in to a cafe early in the morning
and noticed he is the only black person in there. As he
sat down he noticed a white man that sat down behind him
and this man said "Coloured people are not allowed in here!"
The black man replied:

"When i was born, i was black. 

As I grew up, I was black. 

When I am sick, I am black. 

When I am in the sun, I'm black. 

When I'm cold, I am black. 

When I die, I'll gonna still be black. But you, sir... 

When you were born, you were pink,

When you are sick, you turn green,

When you stay too loong under the sun, you turn red.

When you are cold, you get blue.

And when you die, you will be purple.

And yet you have the nerve to call me 'coloured'." - and the black man turned around and the white man walked away.

Put this story on your profile if you want to help stop racism.

 



A child said to his mom, "Mommy, I colored your sheets with lipstick!" In anger she started to hit her child until he was unconscious. Then, she regretted what she had done, and crying said to her child, "Please open your eyes!" But it was too late, his tiny heart had stopped beating. When she walked into her bedroom, the sheet said "I LOVE YOU MOMMY". Copy and paste this if you're against child abuse.



yeah you. the one with the pill bottle or loaded pistol in your hand. can you stop for a second and think about what you're douing? that bullet will create a hole in your head and that ropewill turn your face a cold gray. 

so what's the problem? too much work? parents a pain? did you get dumped? is it really worth losing a great future over, whatever it may be? right now you may think so, but in ten years down the road, when you hold your first child in your arms, will you feel the same? i'm not going to sugercoat it. your parents may be total jerks and you might be under too much perssure, but is it really worth finding out what happens when you die? if you still want to swallow those pills or drink that bleach, it doesn't seem like you're thinking this through enough. 

i've been where you are. life is like a game show. sometimes you get a big boat, and sometimes you only get some crummy car wax. all you can do is spin the wheel again and hope for a better prize. and you can't say someone doesn't love you, because everyone has someone who loves them. i love you. i love you with all the love a teenager can have. 

so, drop that murderer in your hand. whatever it is, and know you will be okay. things aways are.

love,

someone who cares

put this on ur page if u agree!!!! :P



my letter ABORTION 
Month 1
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound
of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of
your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month 2
Mommy, today I learned how to svck 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 3
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! 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 4
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***rcising. 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 5
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. I can hear you and I
know I love you. Mommy, what's an abortion?

Month 6
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!! Mommy, please make it stop Mommy!! I'm sorry Mommy! Make it stop!
Please make it stop!!!...

Month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's 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. Repost this if you have a heart and are aganist
Abortion

90% of the people on mydivadoll might not post this. When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you. If you are the 10% that care post this on your page

My name is Sarah 
I am but three, 
My eyes are swollen 
I cannot see, 
I must be stupid 
I must be bad, 
What else could have made 
My daddy so mad? 
I wish I were better 
I wish I weren't ugly, 
Then maybe my mommy 
Would still want to hug me. 
I can't speak at all 
I can't do a wrong 
Or else I'm locked up 
All the day long 
When I awake I'm all alone 
The house is dark 
My folks aren't home. 
When my mommy does come 
I'll try and be nice, 
So maybe I'll get just 
One whipping tonight 
Don't make a sound! 
I just heard a car 
My daddy is back 
From Charlie's Bar. 
I hear him curse 
My name he calls 
I press myself 
Against the wall. 
I try and hide 
From his evil eyes 
I'm so afraid now 
I'm starting to cry. 
He finds me weeping 
He shouts ugly words, 
He says its my fault 
That he suffers at work. 
He slaps me and hits me 
And yells at me more, 
I finally get free 
And I run for the door. 
He's already locked it 
And I start to bawl, 
He takes me and throws me 
Against the hard wall. 
I fall to the floor 
With my bones nearly broken, 
And my daddy continues 
With more bad words spoken. 
"I'm sorry!", I scream 
But its now much too late 
His face has been twisted 
Into unimaginable hate. 
The hurt and the pain 
Again and again 
Oh please God, have mercy! 
Oh please let it end! 
And he finally stops 
And heads for the door, 
While I lay there motionless 
Sprawled on the floor. 
My name is Sarah 
And I am but three, 
Tonight my daddy, 
Murdered me. 

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP! Paste this on your profile if you're against child abuse