Hiya! So this is my profile.

Name: Just call me Superstar
Homeland: England (Cue British national anthem)
Favorite TV shows and cartoons:

Bakugan, Merlin BBC, Doctor Who, Glee, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (2012 version) etc...

Favorite series:

HARRY POTTER (A.V.P.M, A.V.P.S, books, films)

Favorite couples:

Runo and Dan (Bakugan)
Julie and Billy (Bakugan)
Merlin and Freya (Merlin BBC)
Arthur and Gwen (Merlin BBC)
Amy and Rory (Doctor Who)
11th Doctor and River (Doctor Who)
Rachel and Finn (Glee)
Kurt and Blaine (Glee)
Will and Emma (Glee)
Harry and Ginny (Harry Potter)
Ron and Hermione (Harry Potter)
Rose and Scorpius (Harry Potter)
Donnie and April (TMNT)
Leo and Karai (TMNT)

And many more!

If My Life Was A Movie...

Set your iPod on shuffle statue, click next when ya wanna move to the next credit. NO CHEATING!!!

Okay, here I go...

Opening Credit: Uptown Girl- The Warblers

Waking Up: Mancunian Way- Take That

First Day At School: Raise Your Glass- Glee Cast

Falling In Love: Super Trouper- Abba

Prom Night: Express Yourself- Madonna

Fighting: The Flood- Take That

Breaking Up: Thriller/Heads Will Roll- Glee Cast

Life: Miles Away- Madonna

Mental Breakdown: Marry You- Glee Cast

Driving: Greatest Day- Take that

Flashback: P.Y.T- Michael Jackson

Getting Back: Last friday night-Glee cast

Propose: Love Affair- Kylie Minogue

Wedding: The Garden- Take That

Birth Of A Child: What Kind Of Fool- The Warblers

The Last Moment of Life: More, More, More- Kylie Minogue

Funeral Scene: You Can't Stop The Beat- Glee Cast

Final Credit: Dancing Queen- Abba

PLEASE READ.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he talked his friend out of suicide. See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. See that girl you made fun of for wearing lots of make-up? You bullied her for being ugly without it too.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't. Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs!

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... COPY AND POST THIS TO YOUR PROFILE--

Friend Check

Fake friends: Will look at you like your a freak when you shout "I LOVE (crushes name goes here)!"

Real friends: will shout it with you.

Fake friends: will never ask for any thing.

Real friends: will shout "GIMME THAT THING!"

Fake friends: will be polite to your parents.

Real friends: will be rude to your parents and call them Mum and Dad.

Fake friends: will never tell your crush you love them.

Real friends: will grab a megaphone and shout, "ATTENTION EVERYONE (your name) LOVES (crushes name)!"

Fake friends: will say, "here have my drink." If you spill yours or want another drink.

Real friends: will shout, "YOU CAN'T HAVE MY DRINK I DON'T WANNA GET YOUR GERMS!"

Fake friends: will cheer you up when your boyfriend has broken up with you.

Real friends: will walk over to him and say, "If you don't apologise right now you will wish you never dumped her." And get ready to punch him.

Fake friends: will come to your house for a sleepover three times every year.

Real friends: will come to your house on a random day and shout, "TIME FOR THE PARTY!"

Fake friends: will help you clean up a mess you made.

Real friends: will walk past you and say, "Four words: be.a.faster.cleaner."

Fake friends: will bail you out of jail.

Real friends: will be sitting in the cell next to your's and shout, "BEST.ROBBERY.EVER!"

Fake friends: Will be like NPC'S and do nothing.

Real friends: Will be very annoying and talk to much.

Fake friends: Will give you your stuff back.

Real friends: Will have lost your junk and say, "Sorry, would you take a JB soundtrack instead?" (I would say, "NO WAY!")

Fake friends: Are for a while.

Real friends: Are forever.

Fake friends: will ignore this.

Real friends: Will copy and paste this onto their profile.

Touching Story Time!

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you cry if I left?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Choose--me or your life

Boy: My life

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.

The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.

The reason I don't want you is because I need you.

The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.

The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.

The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.

The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.

If you find this incredibly cute and touching, copy and paste it into your profile