My name is Marelle, my friends call me margaret ellie, (after my aunts), i'm 16 years old. i like listening to music, watching dvds, reading and writing.

My favourite bands/artists are: My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the disco, All time low, Paramore, Christina Perri, Avril Lavigne, Tyrone Wells and Candice Accola.

My favourite films/tv shows are: The Lost Boys, Harry Potter, Twilight, Lord of the rings, The Vampire Diaries, Skins, Merlin and Buffy the vampire slayer.

[b]“Never underestimate a girl’s love for her favourite band. Never think even for a minute, that she won’t defend them to her death. Because it’s not just the music that makes that band her favourite. It’s the guys, the gals. It’s the fans. People whom of which she has interacted with thanks to the band. That band might of saved her life, or just made her smile everyday. That band has never broke her heart and has yet to leave her. No wonder she finds such joy in her music.[/b]”

-Alex Gaskarth

A Baby's Thoughts

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.
One more professional murder.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

A life is a life

Born or unborn

Perfect or imperfect

Blind or not blind

Deaf or not deaf

Young or old

God didn't give it to us just to get rid of it ourselves by murder or abortion