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Life is like a Shakespeare play. Macbeth has been set in a medieval Scottish lord's castle, and a modern day African war lord's fortress.
Happy sunday... May God bless all of you.. Amien.
Some people are so ignorant. They always jump to conclusions..
OPUSS #200!!!.
Oh, you're trying to be yourself. Well you suck at it....
Work tonight.... 12hr shift.... Roll on 8am!.
There are songs that can really make you sad and cry when you hear them. But it's actually not the song that makes you cry, it's the people behind the memories....
Due to recent budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.
I know some of you have been asking for a second chapter of 'the waiting man', I am going to do it but I'm making slow progress as I'm unsure where to go with the story line...
Penguins can jump as high as 6ft in the air. Michael Jordan can only jump 4ft..
Now following @sumon.
I miss the dusty smell of the desert. Don't miss the jungle as much although it holds it's own beauty. Can't wait for my son to be old enough be find out for himself!.
why does everything happen. people say that it happens for a reason but I dont think it does I think someone is just playing our lives out like we don't care what happens!!.
I just want to be my own person, but in doing so... I become like everyone else..
Why is it that every time I start to get lesbian thoughts at night, I sneeze?.
Maths Teacher: I have 5 bottles in one hand and 6 bottles in the other, what do I have. Student: A drinking problem..
It's my bros sleepover tonight and it's chaos HELP.
Why the butterflies in my stomach when I approach you. I'm too shy to say hello...
Then people would see that they need to fuck off without me having to tell them so..
When your friend tells your mum you've been smoking weed-.-...
That awkward moment when you laugh really loud and sound like a busty old black woman....
People are like books to me... I hate books....
An old relationship without closure is naught but a relic buried in the sand. And not beyond reach of rediscovery..
One thing I love is when walking along a corridor and someone is about twenty yards behind, holding the door open so they have to run a little..