Employed By im not really sure
GRADUATED WHATS UP YEAH!!! I FINALLY DID IT
Birthday
LOVES IT OR HATES ITS JUSS DONT WASTE It!
FUCK BOYS WHO PLAY GAMES
I JUST WANNA BELIEVE!!!
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
My name is hailey and i live in langley and im very new to this HELp
I like to play rugby
Im 19% emo uh oh is that bad?!
and 30% addicted to porn
Im a proud owner of adhd LETS GO RIDE BIKES
I like to read and write go outside do things outside drink smoke weed hang out with friends, i like watching movies and angel lol simpsons are cool to
hackey sac is kill video games rock to taco pizza you no
ONE TREE HILL WHATS UP
2 faced bitches that are nice to your face and talk shit behind ur bak esp when u fight some guy so hell fuckin talk to her and keep talkin shit
u no who u are!!
mokinnubies is one of my favorite things to do
i love to have fun and am not like those phsyco crazie gurlies i no
the greatest thing in the world i hear is to love and be loved
those who were loved are not lost and he was loved so much
Shout out to mah pops love ya so much
daddy!! miss ya 1 yr nov 17 months
WAAAAH EVERY DAY I MISS U MORE AND MORE
No regrets right i hope ya watchin out 4 me !! everyday i wake up thinkin i have u and everynight i go to sleep knowing i dont i juss want my daddy back
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C r a z y days and f u k k e d up nights
Tons of c r u s h e s and s t u p i d fights
S e c r e t s we'll take too the g r a v e
Pictures we will f o r e v e r save
Through t h i c k and t h i n,always true
I dunno where I'd be w i t h o u t you
L a u g h i n' so hard we practically c r y
Sittin' home b o r e d till we basically d i e
Crackin' jokes bout the c r e e p e r s we know
causin' some d r a m a where ever we go
We're down for w h a t e v e r
Cuz we made it T O G E T H E R
It's all of us F O R E V E R and ever.
**10 reasons to date a horse back rider! **
1. they like it dirty
2. they wear tight pants & tall boots
3. they like to be in control
4. they don't mind being bucked around
5. they like it rough
6. they'll ride it for hours
7. they love using whips
8. they have good hip movement
9. they are well balanced
10. they're always on top
Greatly Missed
by Amy Richards
A Fathers touch, A Daddy's kiss,
A grieving Daughter, You're greatly missed.
An empty house, An empty chair,
A fathers love, No longer there.
A broken heart, Tear filled eye,
Another soul to fill the sky.
Many memories in my mind,
Some I laugh, Some I cry.
The times we shared, The laughs we had,
Things I miss when I think of you Dad.
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
Only memories, Of what once was you.
Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.
That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
No more smile on your face,
No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug, The last kiss,
The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...
To have you Dad, here today,
Never to leave your Daughter this way.
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
A grieving Daughter, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!
I read of a reverend who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning . . . to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth . . .
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars . . . the house . . . the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard . . .
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
(You could be at "dash mid-range.")
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile . . .
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
with your life's actions to rehash . . .
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?