Dear 12 year olds on the internet (who aren't even old enough to properly utilize the English language),
Get off Formspring. Get off Facebook. Get off Tumblr, Myspace, Twitter and all the other social networking sites. Go outside and play. Go hang out with your friends. Go have fun and enjoy life and be a kid while you still are a kid. Stop trying to grow up faster because when you reach high school you're really going to wish you had taken advantage of your childhood. Being is a kid is much easier to do when you still are one. Before you know it you'll be going to college and working and paying bills and there will be no time for fun, and the fun you do have will make you wish you could still play with toys and go to the park and play tag and have birthday parties with cake and ice cream and goody bags. Before you know it you will dread every year that you grow older, rather than look forward to it. Life is short and you only get one, so live it rather than wasting it away. Stop it with the drugs and the alcohol and the dating and the "he broke my heart, she cheated on me" drama bullshit. You're a kid, and when you're no longer a kid you'll wish you had acted like one when you were. Life is only going to get more complicated from here on out, so enjoy the simplicity now.
The internet will still be here when you've grown up, but your childhood won't. Make your life worth living now because when you're an adult you'll look back and cherish those memories above everything else, I promise you that. These years are and will be the best of your life and they are what you make of them.

SNAP

We were forced into the music business to make money for our evil step mothers.

alex gaskarth is not in education~

Lol, naturally silver at the age of 16. I guess not

LOL yes, yes I am.

Is this for real the "FormSpring Question of the Day"? Stop trying to be cool.

In early 2009, I befriended a girl by the name of Kate. Unbeknown to me at the time, Kate had been friends with a girl called Joy, though Joy had moved away from England and into the Southern regions of France, many years ago. The earliest reference I recall Kate making about Joy was having here name written in a list of friends in her class notebook. But it wasn’t until the faithful day when Kate developed a new-found obsession with The Sims, a life-simulating video game, that I found myself chatting flirtatiously to Joy over the Internet. Around late April/early May that same year, Kate built characters within The Sims which loosely resembled her real-life friends. She resorted to taking screenshots of each, uploading the screenshots to Facebook, and tagging the real-world counterparts of the characters. I found myself scrolling through this album of images, recognizing familiar faces of mutual friends. Until I stumbled upon Joy’s.

I don’t know why I stopped on this particular image, but I did. I stared at the virtual replica of the girl I would soon become besotted by, and gave in to the temptation of leaving some form of comment. Not knowing a single thing about girls, I said the lamest thing imaginable.

“How to compliment somebody you’ve never met. Oh, I know! Nice nose”.

Looking back now, I cringe at the mere knowledge that such a cringe-inducing line sparked our lifelong love, but it’s most definitely better than nothing. Shortly after, Joy replied to my comment, with the following:

“Thanks, but I hate my nose”.

And so, a conversation began, and it wasn’t long before I found myself on her profile. And as soon as I laid eyes upon her profile picture for the first time in my life, I knew that all of the doubts I had ever beheld regarding love being a fairytale were wrong. I’d heard many cliché proverbial sayings on the topic of love at first sight, but until that moment, I never truly had faith that such a heart-felt phenomenon could take place. Yet it did, and I found myself instantaneously stricken with the warmest of desirable emotions for the girl my eyes were set upon on the screen before me. Part of me assumed that I’d never be lucky enough to call someone as beautiful as her my girlfriend, so I’m endlessly glad that I viewed the glass as half full and made an effort to spark some form of relationship. If I’d never taken that risk and asked her out three weeks later, she would have never responded with that single word. That single word which changed our lives forever. That single word which I’ll never forget.

“Yes”.

Or, to be more precise, “oui”; being bilingual and shy, she timidly hedged her response in French. For some strange reason, as she replied with such a destiny-altering, monosyllabic response, my eyes fell upon the timestamp of the conversation. And without even consciously meaning to, I memorised the very time and date at which our journey together began. 1:29pm on Friday, May 29th 2009.

And so, life had begun.

Really bad at maths.

A shop called "Your Legs". Everyone would be all, "What time do Your Legs open?"

omg, your like 12

even though me and beth aren't talking right now, she doesn't need to cut and she certainly doesn't need to die. she's completely innocent and she would never ever do anything to anyone to upset or hurt them. she is honestly the nicest person i know. she doesn't need to die, i really do hope she doesn't listen to you, because to be honest, your pathetic and very very sad. your so so low that you actually have to take the piss out of gays? i'm gay myself, does that mean your going to send a chain about me now? paha, i would love to see what you put about me, because your vocabulary seems very limited. also, i can tell your not the brightest of people either, because you used 'gay' and 'dyke' next to each other, when they basically mean the same thing. but, beth isn't a lesbian, which also makes her not a 'dyke' because a 'dyke' means lesbian, just thought i'd give you a little bit of education there(you need it). but, even if she was a lesbian, would that matter? because i know that wouldn't bother me or other people except for you.. please PLEASE, get something better to do, because i'm getting pretty bored of hearing all this shit about people on formspring, i don't see the point in sending them? because people are only going to prove you wrong and stick up for the person that your hating on? paha, i bet you wouldn't even say this to her face, no, you wouldn't dare to reveal who you are, because you know that people would end up turning against you, you know people would end up hating you. your probably just a very insecure person, that's why you send chains like this around, so it makes you feel better. it's a sick and wrong way of making you feel better about yourself to be honest. for the last time, please, fuck off, get a life, and grow the fuck up you insecure little prick.

isabelle twilley

i would do anything for isabelle.

yeah all the time
lol jk, i'm not isabelle twilley.

i don't see anywhere on my tumblr that i've written i'm gay? unless if i got asked a question about my sexuality then obviously i would want to answer. & wow, i thought tumblr was sposed to be a place where you can put whatever you like? mm, there'd be no point in people using tumblr if they all get told what to put on it & what not to put on it because it's sposed to be your personal blog..

& i don't see how i can write all over my formspring about me being gay unless if i get questions about me being gay? & the reason why i wrote what i did on that question below is because i wanted to prove them that their wrong.

& well, i don't really care if people know i'm bi or not? i say the things i say for my benefit. & well no, they won't keep announcing their straight because everybody expects them to be straight anyway? :L

but anyway, i can do whatever i like. it's MY formspring & it's MY tumblr.. if you don't like it then tbh i don't care? i'm not going to stop putting what i want on my tumblr just because of some person who i don't even know is telling me to stop. guess you can't please everyone babe. (;

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Jelly tots.

=.=" There is no such thing as ugly.. everyone is beautiful in their own way.