Hey! My name is Rose. I new to fanfiction. I mean I love reading stories on fanfiction, I just never made an account. So just bear with me. Yeah... I can't think of anything else to say.

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A woman once said " A man is like a deck of playing cards... you need:

A heart to love him,

A diamond to marry him,

A club to smash his fucking head in, and

A spade to bury the bastard.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down!

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gives him a big hug

Guy:Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died. Copy this onto your profile if you would do the same thing for someone you love.

My Favourite Things

My jewelry box. My lollipop.

Playing Nintendo non-stop.

The colour purple. Hair with bows.

Nails polished with matching toes.

Vera Wang and creamy chocolate.

A rose with a single droplet.

White angels with golden wings,

A playground with a working swing.

Red luscious berries. Purple plump grapes.

Corn chips and barbeque shapes.

Snow white and Cinderella.

Caught in the rain without an umbrella.

High heels and ugg boots.

Palm trees and tropical fruits.

Cute little bunnies and small kittens.

Playing in the snow with a scarf and mittens.

Warm hot chocolates with a pink marshmallow.

A smiley face coloured yellow.

My intake at Kahunui.

Bubblegum so nice and chewy.

My massive family and awesome friends.

This list goes on without an end.

My happiness is what they bring.

They really are my favourite things.

Best Friends

You’re my best friend, my other half.

The one to always make me laugh.

Through the thick and through the thin.

You’re more like my sister twin.

Late night chats with each other.

More protective than an older brother.

From the start our pinky swears.

Our old matching teddy bears.

The good girls in the school

Our funny, funny April fools.

When we smile when we cry.

You’re the apple to my pie.

We’ve never even had a fight.

You’re always there to set it right.

We shared some crushes and some dates.

Hung out with the same mates.

We walked the same way.

Your happy face made my day.

Then one day I had to leave.

We’re so far apart. What did this achieve?

Truth be told,

Our good times never get old.

Stuck in my mind like glue.

Sis, I really miss you.

A girl’s heart

You ask me now to make a list,

My worst nightmare with a twist,

These are the things you did to me,

I wonder if you do agree,

You “forgot” to ring,

Went and found a summer fling

Refused to give me any hugs,

Answered my questions with mere shrugs,

Ignored my kisses,

Found another to call Mrs.,

Faked your feelings,

I don’t know what I saw appealing,

Now you and I are history,

What would have been? A mystery,

The day you said we should part,

Was the same day you broke my heart.

But there are ways to find ‘the one’,

Try these, they might be fun,

Give her flowers,

Answer her calls during waking hours,

Make a pledge as a scout,

To always, always take her out,

Make her smile,

Dress accordingly to her style,

Text her telling of your love,

To not do this is just unheard of,

But then again I can’t be sure,

Why not ask the girl next door.

Recipe for love

You ask me for a recipe.

One about you and me.

Many things made it work.

Being with you is a perk.

A cup of our love.

Mixed in with a white dove.

Blend in all our kisses.

You making me your Mrs.

Two ounces of friendly hugs.

Instead of ounces, make it mugs.

Combine in our hand-holding.

Something new is unfolding.

Add a dash of loyalty.

You always treat me like royalty.

Add in your dream long wish.

This will be the perfect dish.

Sprinkle in some precious magic.

Without it, it would be quite tragic.

Finish with our loving embrace.

It will feed the entire human race.

Not only are you my soul mate.

Together we make the perfect plate.

If you Believe in Jesus Christ, put this on your profile, and don't deny this, because the bible says, "Deny me, and i will Deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven."