Status: It gets better
Joined: June 1, 2010
Last Seen: 4 years
Birthday: January 16
user id: 110738
Gender: F
Somewhere along the lines I fell in love with life.... ♥

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no. no you can't. This is a place to vent not get birthday wishes. Eff you

So we all know Steve is the first witty user. Who is the second?

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He met her after a long break up.
He told her : Sorry, I've met a new one, I have a new girlfriend and another future..
How about your life?

She closed her eyes to hide her tears, Remembered all the memories she shared with him, She remembered how she shared his pain before his happy moments and how she refused many other boys just to stay with him.
She kept the remains of her pride and collected her force,
smiled and said : Sorry Sir, but do i know you ?


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The best way to not get your heart broken, is to pretend you don't have one
-Charlie Sheen

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thank you for witty

thank you for notifications
thank you for listening to us girls complain about guys

thank you for making witty the best place to be
thank you for listening to us when we ask for something
thank you for caring
thank you for everything you do

This one's for you Steve <3


Today I was looking up stupid laws in France. I found out that it is illegal to die unless a cemetery plot has been first bought. How exactly are they going to punish dead people?

i want a boy best friend

who will call me beautiful and like my pictures on facebook, commenting them and saying things such as the fact that he's proud to have me as a best friend. i want one that i can call up, crying about other boys, and him saying he'll beat the sh*t out of them for me. a boy best friend who will drive me around like he's my big brother, and kiss me on my cheek/forehead when he knows i'm upset. one who becomes friends with my boyfriend and one who calls me up to see what i'm doing. i want a boy best friend who will tell me when i'm wrong and force me into fixing things and apologizing because he knows that it will make things better for me. i just want a perfect boy best friend, who will love me and protect me from all the other boys, but i also want someone who will make fun of me and do the craziest things with me without ever judging for how weird and wild i can be. one who will listen to me when i'm upset about something. i want someone who will make me smile and make me feel complete and happy when i'm heartbroken. i just want someone that i can completely trust and love with all my heart without worrying about losing him.


Not mine.

You never know who and when soemeone is falling in love with it <3

please read, it's so adorable.(=

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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever.

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.