//Age - 16//

//Birthday - January 21, 1996//

//Hobbies - Drawing, singing, writing//

//Likes - Music, art, literature, mix-matching my socks, purple//

//Dislikes - PINK!!!, girly stuff, people who think that they're better than others, when you feel like you have to sneeze and then put your nose up to the tissue and you end up not sneezing -_-//

//About me - Okay, so, first is first: I'm bisexual and proud of it!! If you have a problem with it, then don't pay attention to me. It's as simple as that. So, on to other stuffs :3 Anime - I like to draw it, watch it, and read the manga. But, I'm very picky so I only like Gurren Lagann, Inuyasha, Naruto (not so much anymore but still), Avatar on Nickelodeon, and of course, The Legend Of Korra. So I hope to be a criminal profiler one day. It's someone who takes crminals's crimes, how they did it, when they did it, where they did it, and who was involved (victim or accomplice) and using all that to determine what kind of person that criminal is so the po-po know who they're looking for.
Lemons - I love them. I was told to read one, now I'm hooked. Thanks, Amanda!!//

//Favorite pairings - Kataang (A:TLA), Inukag (Inuyasha), Naruhina (Naruto), Sukka(A:TLA), Kamina X Yoko (Gurren Lagann), Simon X Nia (Gurren Lagann), that's pretty much it. Like I said, I'm very picky and I only like the ones that are destined to be because, in my opinion, it's way cuter :3//

//Stories - The only one I really think has any promise for me is "Happy Birthday, Simon". It's Gurren Lagann, of course, and it's my favorite of all the ones I've written.//

Haha, this pretty much sums it up!!

Lots of love,

floodimoo123

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile.

My name is Lucifer
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He’s already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I’m sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is Lucifer
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
Now i roam the underworld,
to help those in need.
I may seem evil,
but i'm not.
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are affected,
Do something about it!

So all I ask you to do

Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it

When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents

unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear

And softly cry's
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking," God, why? Why is

My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night

Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrust the blade
Right in her chest,

" You deserve to die

You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile

You know you live in 2011 when...

1) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.
2) You haven't played solitaire with real cards for years
3) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a facebook
4) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV
6) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job
7) The books on your shelves are just decorations cause, really, who needs books when there's internet...
8) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.
9) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.
10) Your evening activity is sitting at the computer.
11) You go to a party, sit down and take pics and put them on facebook
12) And you were too busy to notice number 5.
13) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.
14) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.
15) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.

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