If you are one of the following please PM me.

 When you carry the Bible, the devil gets a headache. When you open it, he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. When he sees you living it, he flees. And just when you're about to re-post this, he will try and discourage you. I just defeated him! Copy and re-post this if you're in God's army.

If you believe in Jesus Christ, put this on your page and don't ignore it, because the Bible says, "If you deny me in front of man, I will deny you in front of my Father, and the Glory of Heaven" When Jesus was hanging on the cross he was thinking of you! Whether you believe or not, God is ALWAYS with you. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won’t put this on their page? If you are one of the 7% who will stand up for Him, please put this on your page! 

When you carry the Bible, the devil gets a headache. When you open it, he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. When he sees you living it, he flees. And just when you're about to re-post this, he will try and discourage you. I just defeated him! Copy and re-post this if you're in God's army. 

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile. This is the simplest test: If you love God and you are not ashamed of it, copy this and put it in your profile. God will smile at you. =)

I asked Jesus, "How much do you love me?" Jesus replies, "This much." And stretched his arms on the cross and died. If you love Jesus, put this on your page. 97% wont do it. When he was on the cross, he was thinking of YOU, but only 3% of you will stand up for him. When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you!

I want each and every one of you to read this. Yes, you. I want to tell you something. Something about how amazing you are. Someone once said that people are like butterflies. They start out ugly and awkward, then morph into someone beautiful and graceful. But, that's not entirely true. No matter what other people say, no matter what you think about yourself, you are already beautiful and graceful. They just don't see it yet. You might not see it yet. But, no one starts out ugly and awkward. Everyone was made beautifully. God created you just like you are, and every single person on this Earth is beautiful and graceful. Don't listen to the bullies. Their opinions don't matter. God loves you. He created you, and everything and everyone He creates is beautiful. I hope this made your day. Put this on your page to make someone else's. 

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KOTLC memes!!

Emery: What do you call disobeying the Council's orders?

Sophie: A hobby.

Emery:

Sophie:

Emery:

Sophie: That I do not engage in

Sophie: You're smiling, did something good happen?

Keefe: Cant I just smile because I feel like it?

Fitz: Tam tripped and fell in the parking lot.

Tam: I had a dream about you.

Keefe: Awww, really?

Tam: You died.

87% of girls would cry if Justin beiber climbed to the top of the empire state building and prepared to jump. Put this on your page if you are the 13% that would sit there with a bowl of popcorn screaming "do a backflip!''

you see a kid abusing a puppy with a baseball bat.

97% of people would yell “STOP!”

2% of them would cheer,

1% of them would take the baseball bat and hit the kid and take puppy to the vet.

Post this on your profile if you are that 1%

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in his homeroom?Last night he convinced his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat?She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of for his ugly scars?He fought for his country.

 See that young boy you always made fun of for always being sick?He has to walk home in the snow because his family is too poor.

 Remember that boy you pushed down stairs yesterday?Well, he commited suicide last night.

The girl you just called fat? She is overdosing on diet pills.

The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting make-up on and hoping people will like her.

 The boy you just tripped? He's absued enough at home.

That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

You never know what its like until you walk a mile in their shoes, trust me. Is it worth it to bully people? Re-post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't.

WE ARE GIRLS: WE RUN AROUND THE HOUSE WHILE WE BRUSH OUR TEETH. WE READ THE SHAMPOO BOTTLE IN THE SHOWER. WE LAUGH AT OUR OWN JOKES BEFORE YOU TELL THEM. WE CAN READ A SENTENCE 10 TIMES WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING IT. WE O INTO THE SHOWER AND FORGET OUR TOWELS SO WE HAVE TO MAKE A RISKY RUN TO OUR BEDROOMS HOPING NOBODY SEES US. WE PUSH DOORS, EVEN WHEN THE BOLD LETTERS IN FRONT OF US SAY PULL. WE SAY "WHAT?" EVEN IF WE HAVE UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING SOMEONE HAS SAID. WE HATE IT WHEN THE WIND MESSES UP OUR HAIR. WE CAN SEE THE SAME MOVIE 10 TIMES. WE HAVE TO CALL OUR OWN PHONE TO FIND IT. WE CAN LOOK AT THE CLOCK WITHOUT SEEING WHAT TIME IT IS. WE TURN THE PILLOW TO LIE ON THE COLD SIDE. WE SET THE ALARM CLOCK TO RING EARLIER IN THE MORNING SO WE CAN LAY IN LONGER. BEFORE WE GO TO BED WE CALCULATE HOW MANY HOURS WE GET TO SLEEP. WE TRY TO DO THINGS BEFORE THE MICROWAVE BEEPS. WE CLOSE THE FRIDGE SLOWLY TO SEE IF THE LIGHT STAYS ON. WE TRY AND BALANCE THE LIGHT BETWEEN ON AND OF. IF THIS IS THE KIND OF GIRL YOU ARE COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PAGE

PLEASE put this on your page if you know someone or are related to someone who has been eaten by dragons. Dragons are nearly unstoppable, and in case you didn't know, they can breathe fire. 93% of people won't copy and paste this on their card, because they have already been eaten by dragons. 6% of people are sitting in the shower... armed with fire extinguishers, and the remaining 1% are awesome and will re-post this.

HOW COULD YOU?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed “No, Daddy Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry."

She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Put this on your page if this story brought tears to your eyes as it did mine.

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