Vampire Diaries.
I don’t know whether to puke, or cry.
Let me tell you a story.
I’m overwhelmed!!
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Thoughts
I think I spend more time thinking about what I would wear to the Oscars if I ever got nominated than what kind of wedding dress I would want. Is that normal for a girl?
Dark Heart Picture Films
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Oh fun with props
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I love how dumb cats are sometimes.
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The Dress
You roll your eyes with petty judgment
the dress that is your usual disguise,
Fallen from grace…
what excludes you from running that race?
Flakes of broken skin crumble
and fall from his blood riddled hands,
would even you expect you to understand?
You raise your hands in hallelujahs
so triumphantly in the air,
His eyes drain the last of His tears,
this is so much more than just despair
The wooden splinters break through the skin of His back
it is this privilege for Him to make up for what you lack
Blood aching from pores
thickly oozing to the dirty floors,
while you stress over the ridiculous
price you paid for that dress
At His side the blade of a knife is
tauntingly caressed,
while the fingers of your lover slide
seductively under that dress
Sundays sun had risen, clasp your knuckles
tight in prayers,
hope you said your hallelujahs,
in the dress that took your innocence.
in that dress you wear so well
So for the mere taste you give
of your affection
your shame behind Him fell
at the cost of His destruction.
Pretty much sums it up
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On Friday, something tragic happened at Crescenta Valley High School. A 15 year old boy jumped off the roof of one of our buildings and killed himself during the lunch period in front of dozens of students. Teachers and administrators soon handled the situation by evacuating everyone to the front of the school, then down to our football field. Down there, we stayed for a couple hours. 3000 students in one, we were bound to talk. Details emerged and suspected names were tossed around. It wasn’t until later that night when we learned that the person was Sophomore Drew Ferraro. We had a three day weekend to calm ourselves and let the events sink in. Today we returned to school, expecting a very somber and solemn mood. What we came to was surprising. On each and every one of the 2000+ lockers in our school was a hand-written, heart-shaped note that read “You are loved”. Not only that, but in our homerooms each and every student received a hand written card by different members of the community. Everyone from 8-year old children to parents who have watched their 6 children graduate from our school. There’s a quote that says, “The difference between greatness and mediocrity is a series of small efforts.” The members of the community banded together to make a few small efforts to brighten our day. This is definitely a memory that will stay. To see how well we can band together shows just how strong we really can be. Rest in peace, Drew Ferraro. We all love you.
why is this so perfect.
forever reblog RIP <3
I am proud to say this is the high school I went to and so honored to have been a part of making the hearts that were posted on every locker. Drew, you were loved and we will continue the fight against bullying in memory of your short life. Love one another.
