Name: Chloe

Personality: stubborn, shy, lazy

Fandoms: Call of Duty, Uncharted, The Last of us, Little Big Planet, Assassins Creed, Percy Jackson, Divergent, The Hunger Games, Chaos Walking trilogy, Pirates of the Caribbean, Batman, Fast and Furious, anything Disney, Hellboy, Doctor Who, The Mummy, Indianna Jones

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Dear racist white people,

When I was born I was black, when I grew up I was black, when I'm sick I'm black, when I go out in the sun I'm black, when I'm cold I'll be black, and when I die I'll be black. But you, when you where born you were pink, when you grew up you were white, when you're sick you're green, when you go out in the sun you turn red, when you're cold you turn blue, and when you die you'll turn purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored?

Sincerely, black people.

Quotes of the Century

Silence is golden, Duct tape is silver

Whenever i see an old lady slip on the sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then i think, what if i was an ant, and she fell on me? That wouldn't be so funny.

If two wrongs don't make a right, try three

We're best friends. You laugh, I laugh. You cry, I cry. You hurt, I hurt. You jump off a bridge, damn, can i have your car?

Home is where the Heart is, Home is the Ribcage

If things don't go right, go left

If life gives you lemons, make orange juice and let the world wonder how you did it

You are remembered for the rules you break, not the rules you follow

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.

Incoming fire has the right of way

War does not determine who is right - only who is left

"Aim towards the Enemy." -Instruction printed on US Rocket Launcher

When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend

If at first you don't succeed, call an air strike.

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear

Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty – they merely move it from their faces into their hearts

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else

Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home

Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway

Never be afraid to laugh at yourself. After all, you could be missing out on the joke of the century

I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no way Paper can beat Rock. Is Paper supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? If so, why can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that crap up in two seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my ready made fist and say, oh, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, geez

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- But then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family, " but there was a time when I was your only family

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty?

If the story above affected you as much as it did me, please copy and paste this onto your own profile

16 Things to do at Walmart

1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.

2. Set all the alarm clocks in Electronics to go off at 5-minute intervals.

3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, "Code 3' in housewares"... and see what happens.

5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

9. Look right into the security camera & use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.

10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti - depressants are.

11. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.

13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"

14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream.. "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!"

15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!

16. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down an aisle shouting "pikachu, I choose you!"

YOUR GUY SIDE:

You love hoodies

You love jeans

Dogs are better than cats

It's hilarious when people get hurt

You've played with/against a boys team

Shopping is torture

Sad movies suck

You own/ed and X-Box

You played with Hotwheel cars as a kid

At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter

You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega

You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers

You watch sports on TV

Gory movies are awesome

You go to your dad for advice

You own like a trillion baseball caps

You like going to high school football games

You used to/do collect football/baseball cards

Baggy pants are cool to wear

It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people

Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors

You love to go crazy and not care what people think

Sports are fun

You talk with food in your mouth

You sleep with your socks on at night

TOTAL: 8

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

You wear lip gloss/chapstick

You love to shop

You wear eyeliner

You wear the color pink

You got to your mom for advice

You consider cheerleading a sport

You hate wearing the color black

You like hanging out at the mall )

You like getting manicures/pedicures

You like wearing jewelry

Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe

Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies

You don't like Star Wars

You WERE in gymnastics

It takes you around/more one hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-up

You smile a lot more than you should

You have more than 10 pairs of shoes

You care about what you look like

You like wearing dresses when you can

You like wearing perfume

You love the movies

You used to play with dolls as a little kid

You like putting make-up on someone else for the fun of it

You like being the star of everything

TOTAL: 8

PREP

X You own a mobile phone.
X You own something from Abercrombie.
X You own something from Pac sun.
X You own something from Hollister.
X You own something from American eagle.
X You love/like going to the town.
X You own an iPod/MP3 player.
X You love Starbucks.
X You have been called a brat.
X You hate buying things that are on sale.
X You have more than one house.

Total:3

GOTHIC

X Black is one of your favourite colors.
X You have thought about death.
X You wear chains.
X You like heavy metal.
X You’ve shopped at Hot Topic.
X You have worn black lipstick.
X Your hair was/is dark.
X You dislike preps.
X You’re an atheist/ Satanist/agnostic.

Total: 2

PUNK

X You can skateboard
X You’ve worn plaid.
X You like Converse
X You hate MTV.
X You have/had blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair
X You dislike pink.
X You hate/dislike preps
X You wear/wore skateboarding shoes.

Total: 2

GEEK

X You love the computer.
X You like Harry Potter.
X You are supposed to wear glasses/contacts
X You get straight A's
X You love/like reading
X You were/are in band.
X You don't care what you look like.
X You have a curfew.
X You always do your homework.
X You never miss school unless you're sick.

Total: 6

ATHLETIC

X You watch/watched the Super bowl.
X You own track shoes or other sports related shoes.
X You collect your jerseys.
X You have a wall or shelf dedicated to your trophies / awards.
X You have posters or plaques of famous athletes.
X Your garage consists of sports equipment.
X You belong/belonged to a school team.
X You are going/did go to a sports summer camp.
X You have a specific number.

Total: 0

HARDCORE//SCENE

X You like loud music.
X You love/loved the Ninja Turtles.
X You never walk anywhere.
X You wear slip-on shoes.
X You wear/wore Vans.
X You like the band Panic! At the disco.
X You wear band t-shirts.
X People have called you a freak and meant it.
X You love to "hardcore" dance.
X Hair has been died more than 1 color

Total: 0