loves_all_you_need

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Joined: January 16, 2011
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user id: 147071
Gender: F
Hello there, seems like youve stumbled upon my profile! well the names Emmie. 14 years old, I blow out my candles on July 9th. I love fall and winter. I only have a couple true friends. My closest friends are probably Jenna, Aimee, Sami, and Bryanna♥ They mean the world to me. I am a cheerleader and my team is my family. I love my sport and everything about it. My idol is Taylor Swift and I love Miley Cyrus. Im single and I love talking to my followers and giving advice so dont be afraid to leave a comment! I want you all to know that i will always be here for you. Well thanks for reading this! Oh&you should follow me on tumblr.
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Quotes by loves_all_you_need

i feel like all of my friends got together and decided it was
be 'mean to emmie' month.
i hate when people say cheerleading isnt a sport. the definition of a sport is "an activity involving physical exertion and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others". does cheerleading involve physical exertion? heck yes. are we a team? heck yes. do we compete? heck to the yes. What gives you the right to judge cheer when youve never even tried it? what if i came to your field hockey practice and told you it was easy? im sure you would love that. if you come to my practice, lift me in the air with one hand, throw me 10 feet up and watch me land on your boobs, then get back up. do a backhandpsring and  scream at the top of your lungs for 3 minutes straight, i will give you the right to say its easy. but until you try it, dont say a word. how can you judge something when it could be the only reason someone is alive? everyone says dont make fun of someones favorite band because it could be the only reason theyre alive, but what about someones sport? besides being false, its plain out disrespectful to make fun of cheerleaders. people are too dam stereotypical. think we dress like sk anks? most of us prefer sweatpants and a hoodie. think we love caking ourselves in makeup? i wear mascara. thats it. think we get all the guys? some of my team mates have never had a boyfriend. think we fry our hair? come to our practice. youll see us all in messy buns with barely any makeup on. we practice atleats 3 times a week for hours on end. we dont leave that gym until our routine is perfected. we will hide our injuries just so we dont dissapoint our team. and then there's tumbling. its not easy. you dont know how much courage it takes to perform a new tumbling pass for the first time. if you make one tiny mistake.. if that toe isnt pointed or your legs arent together.. you could come crashing down. cheerleading is by far the most dangerous sport there is. think before you speak and stop judging my sport.






secretly broken
 
                                                        





 
i hate getting flashbacks
of things i dont want to
remember.
 
You must be kind

You must be witty

Very sweet

And fairly pretty




 
I don't hate you.

I never will.

I just act like i do because it's easier than admitting that

I miss you.
why is this so easy for you
but so hard for me



 

You used to shine so bright, but i watched it all fade...
 

i dont miss you.
i miss what we had.

  You love me for who I am
   Like the stars hold the moon
  Right there where they belong
        And I know I'm not alone ♥       
        
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