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my father and i got in a huge fight the day after thanksgiving which resulted in me walking my ass to a buss in southfield and also not seeing my surviving grandpa this christmas. my mom has spent into her retirement for us to survive, my dad wont give me $20 without me paying him back (he makes twice as much as my mom and is married). enough of this dad shit. the first and maybe only girl i was ever in love with is psychotic bipolar. several girls ive been close with have been molested by some fucker. |
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| Jace |
Jan. 6, 2014, 2:15 a.m. |
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| Samantha Isler |
Christmas is a huge thing in my family. We usually start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. We spend Christmas Eve with one set of grandparents, and Christmas Day with the other grandparents and our family. |
| Mitt Romney |
Mom and Dad were married 64 years. And if you wondered what their secret was, you could have asked the local florist - because every day Dad gave Mom a rose, which he put on her bedside table. That's how she found out what happened on the day my father died - she went looking for him because that morning, there was no rose. |
| Jim Carrey |
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her. |
| Thomas R. Insel |
For bipolar in adults, I think there's pretty good agreement about what this looks like. For bipolar in children, there is some considerable debate about where are the boundaries. At the mild end, are these just kids who are active? Is this the class clown at the very severe - is this something other than a mood disorder? |
| Rosecrans Baldwin |
I was 23 when I learned how to cook; I grew up around the same time. It was precisely then that Thanksgiving started to mean something more. Growing up, Christmas was always about me, and eventually you, when I finally started to enjoy the giving part. But Thanksgiving is always about us. |
| Agatha Christie |
Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second. |
| Scott Bakula |
I love 'White Christmas.' That's one of my favorites just because I love the music. I love the story, Bing Crosby. It's just one of my all time favorites. And it's hard to have a Christmas without seeing a little bit of Jimmy Stewart and angels running around town. |
| George Jean Nathan |
I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink. |
| Dakota Fanning |
My mom, she is the most unbelievable mom that you could ever have in your entire life and she's always with me on everything. The most I've ever been away from her is two days. I love her more than anybody could ever know. |
| John Dalton |
I spent several years acquiring the obsessive, day-to-day discipline that's needed if you want to write professionally, then several more, highly valuable years studying fiction writing at the University of Iowa. |
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omg i also watched golden girls when the campfire rains on my thunderstorm plans, was playing animal crossing on a handmedown ds from my rich friend, it had a scratch on it, and my brother took a huge shit and the cabin smelled so bad, and my aunt had like all the golden girls vhs's and we binged watched that shit
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I've been surviving alone on burritos for eight long years! Stick with me and you might survive!
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Spent half of Saturday volunteering at a Girls in Tech event at UT Austin. My activity wasn't the coolest and nobody took pictures of us, but every single one of the girls who stopped by smiled and laughed while building a chatbot and that's got to count for something, right?
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Rebecca Porter and I were strangers, as far as I knew. Facebook, however, thought we might be connected. Her name popped up this summer on my list of "People You May Know," the social network's roster of potential new online friends for me. [...] She showed up on the list after about a month: an older woman, living in Ohio, with whom I had no Facebook friends in common. I did not recognize her, but her last name was familiar. My biological grandfather is a man I've never met, with the last name Porter, who abandoned my father when he was a baby. My father was adopted by a man whose last name was Hill, and he didn't find out about his biological father until adulthood. The Porter family lived in Ohio. Growing up half a country away, in Florida, I'd known these blood relatives were out there, but there was no reason to think I would ever meet them. A few years ago, my father eventually did meet his biological father, along with two uncles and an aunt, when they sought him out during a t...
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"Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home."
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So this is what happens guys. It's a romance comedy. It's a movie about a guy. Hes a plant. Not like a cactus. Hes a planted actor on a reality TV show like love is blind where they are supposed to fall in love and get married. Hes just goofin around but he actually falls in love with one of them. Then the one of them at some point figures out that hes a plant and shes like "did you ever even love me!? you were only in it for the money!" and he says "it started out that way but then I wanted to know the real you. I liked being at that tiki bar and I liked stirrin up stupid stuff. even though it was fake it was real." and then they smooch in the rain.
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i love love love synchronicity! never in my life i thought i would share a room with ben or tom and its so cool when shit happens like that. also, never thought my friends would live in BK and id go out there with my other friends. cool shit
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What's the deal with Christmas music? People should play music for all of the holidays equally. Like, why aren't they playing Halloween music or Thanksgiving music? #everybodydeservestobeloved #endholidaydiscrimination
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I've owned this bars domain for 2 years now and I keep trying to give it back to them but they rebranded instead lol. I still try to give it back, renews in 15 days. Hopefully it still redirects to my website I guess
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I had a dream last night where I spent innumerable dream hours frantically searching high and low for the keys to unlock the Saw-like bomb contraptions from the bodies of several frightened friends. For whatever reason I was not strapped with one, but I was locked in the same labyrinth and oppressed by the anxiety and guilt of being the one who was free to save them but probably couldn't on time. When I stopped running and was about to give in to the guilt, I noticed that each person had their own key hooked to the back of their own devices. I was so busy and worried about leading each to their separate deliverance that I never thought to stand back and follow them.
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