May 22nd, 2012
still-a-dreamer:

awwwwwww

still-a-dreamer:

awwwwwww

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Santa Monica

I remember chasing bubbles along the beach,

that man with the big wand.

What a nice man he was.

The breeze that was so cool,

a delight in the hot.

Looking up to see mom and dad,

smiling at me

as I grab for the treasures of the sky.

The seagull that sits on the wooden pole

is my friend today.

That one,

with the ketchup beak.

Thump thump

goes my feet on the boardwalk,

the ocean turning in its cracks.

I hope I don’t fall into

the never-ending ocean,

with its mouth open wide for me 

to get lured into.

I hope mom and dad are with me

if I ever get lost at sea.

But that’s okay,

as long as I have bubbles to chase

along the beach.

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I was chasing an ice-cream truck down my street, and then the music died out so I headed back. I saw my neighbor that had two little boys, and played hockey with them for a while. Just as I was about to leave, the older boy exclaims, “I have something for you!” and dashes around the back. Seconds later he comes out and places a pink flower in my palm. “We have flowers in our backyard” he says with a smile. I thanked him, and looked up to see the little one who can’t even talk yet coming to me, full speed. He hurls the pink flower into my palm, and looks back up at me with a satisfied face. “Thank you, you’re so sweet!” I tell him, and look at their sheepish looking father. I walked back home staring at these two little pink flowers in my hand, whom made my day. 
“We love because He first loved us.” 1 John 4:19

I was chasing an ice-cream truck down my street, and then the music died out so I headed back. I saw my neighbor that had two little boys, and played hockey with them for a while. Just as I was about to leave, the older boy exclaims, “I have something for you!” and dashes around the back. Seconds later he comes out and places a pink flower in my palm. “We have flowers in our backyard” he says with a smile. I thanked him, and looked up to see the little one who can’t even talk yet coming to me, full speed. He hurls the pink flower into my palm, and looks back up at me with a satisfied face. “Thank you, you’re so sweet!” I tell him, and look at their sheepish looking father. I walked back home staring at these two little pink flowers in my hand, whom made my day. 

“We love because He first loved us.” 1 John 4:19

May 8th, 2012

wtfucknancy:

mrkirkhum:

Hi my name is Kirk.

I’d like to be your next Sophomore Class Treasurer.

Vote Kirk as Sophomore treasurer woohoooooo

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May 6th, 2012