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California has big leaves, we dont see these @home <3

Heartwarming.

The Little Girl - John Michael Montgomery

Her parents never took the young girl to church
Never spoke of His name
Never read her His word
Two non-believers walking lost in this world
Took their baby with them
What a sad little girl

Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs
Never wanted to play
Or give kisses and hugs
She’d watch the TV and sit there on the couch
While her mom fell asleep
And her daddy went out

And the drinking and the fighting
just got worse every night
Behind their couch she’d be hiding
Oh what a sad little life
And like it always does, the bad just got worse
With every slap and every curse
Until her daddy in a drunk rage one night
Used a gun on her mom and then took his life

And some people from the city took the girl far away
To a new mom and a new dad
kisses and hugs everyday
Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in
And a small little girl
Stared at a picture of Him

She said I know that man up there on that cross
I don’t know His name
But I know He got off
Cause He was there in my old house
and held me close to His side
As I hid there behind our couch
The night that my parents died.

thingsgohazy:

fuckyeahmadness:porcelaintramp: merricat:(via ache)

lisanoelruocco:

kendrajae:

I won’t compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me.
I won’t kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry.
I won’t remember every appointment.
I won’t keep the sheen on my armour.
I won’t know what to say sometimes.
I won’t get your order right.
I’ll be late.
I’ll fuck-up.
But I’ll write something for you when you least expect it.
But I’ll hold you as tight as I can whenever I can.
But I’ll burst through the door as soon as I remember.
But I’ll polish it until it shines again.
But I’ll say something anyway.
But I’ll go back and make it right.
But I’ll get there.
But I’ll try.

http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/glitter-phoenix-burns-again.html

HAHAHHAHAHA

whytheyrehot:

Why He’s Hot:

1. He doesn’t mind being naked.  In fact, he loves chillin’ in his underwear.  Here, why don’t you take a gander at the whole band shot.  Of course, he is the only one cool enough to pull off Nikes while in his underwear.
2. He plays guitar.  I think we’ve seen before how hot guys that play guitar are. He can play you to sleep…or during whatever else you had in mind.
3. His crooked smile.  You have to love the way his lip curls like he’s up to no good.  And we hate to sound promiscuous here, but come on.  You know you’ll be smiling like that after he…bakes cakes with you.  In bed. Don’t worry though, he’ll never tell.
4. When he loves something, he loves it. Enough to dress up in a nurse’s outfit to show support for it.  (P.S. - you know you want those fingers in you. You know it.)
5. He’s best friends with Gabe Saporta.  We know how hot this man is.  Now we know he has good taste in friends as well!  We’re thinking threesome…

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thingsgohazy:

lessthanair:fuckyeahtvpicspam:

Rousseau: Il les a tués. Il les a tués tous.
Charlie: What? What is it?
Shannon: “Please help… I’m alone now… on the island alone. Someone please come… the others, they’re dead. It killed them. – It killed them all.”
Sayid: Sixteen years.
Sawyer: What?
Sayid: Sixteen years. Five months. And nine days. That’s the count.
Charlie: The count? What– ?
Boone: You wanna give us a minute here, man? ‘Cause this is–
Sayid: The message. The iterations. It’s a distress call. A mayday. A plea for help. And if the counter’s right, it’s been playing… over and over for sixteen years.
Boone: Someone else was stranded here?
Kate: Maybe someone came for them…
Sawyer: If someone came, why’s it still playing?
Charlie: Guys – where are we?

Lost 1.02 - “Pilot: Pt 2”

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