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I just
wanted to speak about this because I was getting enormous
hate for it because people were misunderstanding my point of view.
I am Christian and I don't support Gay Marriage. That doesn't mean I
don't support Homosexual Relationships just because I'm Christian.
Being Christian has nothing to do with it or what else I believe in.
And to all of you saying, ''God created everyone so, he created Gay People.''
God DID NOT create Homosexuals. He DID NOT create Heterosexuals.
God DID NOT create Muslims, and He DID NOT create Christians.
God created PEOPLE.
HE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE WITH THEIR OWN STATE OF MIND.
You grow up around a society who leads you to BELIEVE or BECOME what you
want to. Society lead me to believe that being Homosexual isn't something I'd
want to become and that it's wrong. It doesn't mean that I'll disrespect homosexuals
like they aren't human beings. Like, you're just playing with my words now.
SOCIETY CREATES YOU.
hate for it because people were misunderstanding my point of view.
I am Christian and I don't support Gay Marriage. That doesn't mean I
don't support Homosexual Relationships just because I'm Christian.
Being Christian has nothing to do with it or what else I believe in.
And to all of you saying, ''God created everyone so, he created Gay People.''
God DID NOT create Homosexuals. He DID NOT create Heterosexuals.
God DID NOT create Muslims, and He DID NOT create Christians.
God created PEOPLE.
HE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE WITH THEIR OWN STATE OF MIND.
You grow up around a society who leads you to BELIEVE or BECOME what you
want to. Society lead me to believe that being Homosexual isn't something I'd
want to become and that it's wrong. It doesn't mean that I'll disrespect homosexuals
like they aren't human beings. Like, you're just playing with my words now.
SOCIETY CREATES YOU.
Stolen Heart
Chapter
11
''Hiding something from me,
'bestie.'' Kelsie uttered, emphasizing
on the last word, dropping her bag to the floor and
pressing her palms against her hips. The sudden frown that
spread across Rein's face bemused her. Why would Rein
be frowning if the situation was describing itself?
''I really don't know what you're talking about and to be honest,'' Rein closed her locker with a chuckle, ''I don't care right now.''
''You both are dating?'' Kelsie said in disbelief. Even saying it seemed wrong and with that, the jaws that fell to the ground around them was unbelievable. Why would the popular Craig go for such a low nerdy girl? It was unreal for the hidden Matthew, standing behind the argument and trying to keep a safe distance from the girls. Seeing Kelsie's wrath wasn't new however, the fury that could be read all over her face was surprising to everyone, even Rein herself. Rein's tried to calm herself down, but the light shade of pink that formed itself unto her cheeks was showing how embarrassed she was feeling at this present moment in front of Craig. Obviously for the last couple days she had this small feeling for Craig, but dating still seemed wrong.
Rein parted her lips to answer, but the arm that flew across her shoulder made her voice stop. She looked up, but his gaze was still focused on Kelsie's who was staring at this situation with a scowl, ''Yes, we are.''
''What?!'' They all said simutaneously and Rein brushed his arm off, pushing him back before turning her face back towards Kelsie who was now grabbing her purse from the ground.
''I can't believe you'd do this to me, you're such a b.itch.'' Kelsie whispered to her, but the tears that were trying to escape was noticeable. She shook her head and turned around, only making Rein feel worthless and pathetic for what she had done. Not to mention, she had done nothing wrong. However, when her best friend was abroad of tears for some reason, it was obvious something she did wasn't right. Before she knew it, herself was walking the other direction with tears scrolling down her cheeks. When she felt Craig's palm press itself against her shoulder, she slapped it away and ran as fast as she could out some large doors and into the fresh air.
''I really don't know what you're talking about and to be honest,'' Rein closed her locker with a chuckle, ''I don't care right now.''
''You both are dating?'' Kelsie said in disbelief. Even saying it seemed wrong and with that, the jaws that fell to the ground around them was unbelievable. Why would the popular Craig go for such a low nerdy girl? It was unreal for the hidden Matthew, standing behind the argument and trying to keep a safe distance from the girls. Seeing Kelsie's wrath wasn't new however, the fury that could be read all over her face was surprising to everyone, even Rein herself. Rein's tried to calm herself down, but the light shade of pink that formed itself unto her cheeks was showing how embarrassed she was feeling at this present moment in front of Craig. Obviously for the last couple days she had this small feeling for Craig, but dating still seemed wrong.
Rein parted her lips to answer, but the arm that flew across her shoulder made her voice stop. She looked up, but his gaze was still focused on Kelsie's who was staring at this situation with a scowl, ''Yes, we are.''
''What?!'' They all said simutaneously and Rein brushed his arm off, pushing him back before turning her face back towards Kelsie who was now grabbing her purse from the ground.
''I can't believe you'd do this to me, you're such a b.itch.'' Kelsie whispered to her, but the tears that were trying to escape was noticeable. She shook her head and turned around, only making Rein feel worthless and pathetic for what she had done. Not to mention, she had done nothing wrong. However, when her best friend was abroad of tears for some reason, it was obvious something she did wasn't right. Before she knew it, herself was walking the other direction with tears scrolling down her cheeks. When she felt Craig's palm press itself against her shoulder, she slapped it away and ran as fast as she could out some large doors and into the fresh air.
Why is Craig keeping on
lying this way?
Which one will Matthew choose though, he's between his two best friends?
And plus, did Rein do anything wrong?
Answer your thoughts to these questions in the comment section BELOW.
Which one will Matthew choose though, he's between his two best friends?
And plus, did Rein do anything wrong?
Answer your thoughts to these questions in the comment section BELOW.
A step-by-step tutorial on
how to become a stereotypical white girl for the upcoming school
year:
1. Wear a pair of PINK yoga pants 4 times a weak.
2. Get a white iphone 5 (preferably with a pink sparkly case that has a 3D bow on it).
3. Make sure you're always caught up with the latest Pretty Little Liars episode.
4. Buy sparkly Ugg Boots.
5. Come to school every day with you favorite order of Starbucks.
6. Find a gay best friend.
7. Have at least 10 shirtless photos of Channing Tatum/Adam Levine/Any hot celebrity on your binder.
8. Don't forget to wear your white Hollister shorts so everyone knows you aren't on your period.
9. Try to be funny by using old Tumblr jokes that everyone already knows.
10. Take changing room selfies of each outfit you try on at the mall.
11. Pretend to have an anxiety disorder.
12. Spray Justin Bieber perfume everywhere you walk to mark your territory.
13. Post 50 videos on Vine of you trying to twerk.
14. Take a picture of all of the above and post it on Instagram.
15. Don't forget your hashtags: #iphonography #follow4follow #cute #instapic #frappuccino #instadaily #picoftheday #perfect #food #selfie #nofilter #favpic #socute #imperfect #tumblrgirl #f4f #outfitoftheday #pretty #hair #messybun #starucks #nature
16. You're*
1. Wear a pair of PINK yoga pants 4 times a weak.
2. Get a white iphone 5 (preferably with a pink sparkly case that has a 3D bow on it).
3. Make sure you're always caught up with the latest Pretty Little Liars episode.
4. Buy sparkly Ugg Boots.
5. Come to school every day with you favorite order of Starbucks.
6. Find a gay best friend.
7. Have at least 10 shirtless photos of Channing Tatum/Adam Levine/Any hot celebrity on your binder.
8. Don't forget to wear your white Hollister shorts so everyone knows you aren't on your period.
9. Try to be funny by using old Tumblr jokes that everyone already knows.
10. Take changing room selfies of each outfit you try on at the mall.
11. Pretend to have an anxiety disorder.
12. Spray Justin Bieber perfume everywhere you walk to mark your territory.
13. Post 50 videos on Vine of you trying to twerk.
14. Take a picture of all of the above and post it on Instagram.
15. Don't forget your hashtags: #iphonography #follow4follow #cute #instapic #frappuccino #instadaily #picoftheday #perfect #food #selfie #nofilter #favpic #socute #imperfect #tumblrgirl #f4f #outfitoftheday #pretty #hair #messybun #starucks #nature
16. You're*
❝
The first time I saw her..
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips...
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her..
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
But then...she said I was taking up too much of her time.
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work...
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel...
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out—...
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
❞
The first time I saw her..
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips...
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her..
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
But then...she said I was taking up too much of her time.
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work...
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel...
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out—...
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
❞
No, autocorrect, I don't live this song
I love this song
I love it
L
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V
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I love it.
I don't live it.
I love this song
I love it
L
O
V
E
I love it.
I don't live it.
