Hello , hello , hello! Im Kadance but you can call me Kay. well lets see i love twilight , paul is my man or should i say wolf, all the fanfics i write will more than likely be twilight but i like greys anatomy too so there may be a few of thoose well i cant think of anything else to tell you so ta ta

- Kay

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a little girl with cancer wrote this poem!!

Have you ever
watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to
the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
Do you run through each day
On the
fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the
reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your
bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through
your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so
fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it
tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see
his
sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good
friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call
and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance
so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't
last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You
miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry
through your day,
It is like an unopened
gift...Thrown away.
Life is not take it slowerHear themusicBefore the song is over

Twilight Quotes

When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.
Jasper Hale, Eclipse, Chapter 13, p.299

We have a few advantages, dog. It will be an even fight.
Jasper Hale, Eclipse, Chapter 17, p.379

It’s just been my experience that some kinds of working relationships are better motivated by fear than by monetary gain.
Jasper Hale, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, p.749

So that’s why Sam is all black. Black heart, black fur.
Quil Ateara, Eclipse, Chapter 11, p.251

You know, Jake, maybe you should think about getting a life.
Quil Ateara, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 8, p.155

Well, there’s something you don’t see every day.
Embry Call, New Moon, Chapter 14, p.326

Well, the wolf’s out of the bag now.
Embry Call, New Moon, Chapter 14, p.328

Like you saw just now, hanging out around werewolves has its risks.
Embry Call, New Moon, Chapter 14, p.330

You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?
Jacob Black, Twilight, Chapter 6, p.120

Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 6, p.138

Bears don’t want to eat people. We don’t taste that good. Of course, you might be an exception. I bet you’d taste good.
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.200

What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit.
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 9, p.211

Sorry. I don’t have any leeches on my speed dial.
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 3, p.77

What do I look like, a pack mule?
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 10, p.216

Does my being half-naked bother you?
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 10, p.216

You can have me the way I am — bad behavior included — or not at all.
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 15, p.329

Until your heart stops beating, Bella. I’ll be here — fighting. Don’t forget that you have options.
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 15, p.330

Yeah – the party can start. The best man finally made it.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 4, p.58

Life sucks, and then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Book Two Preface, p.143

Back in the day, you could count on Paul for a fight pretty much whenever. You didn’t have to hit him then – any mild insult would do. It didn’t take a lot to flip him out of control. Now, of course, when I really wanted a good snarling, ripping, break-the-trees-down match, he had to be all mellow.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 8, p.147

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 12, p.237

The Twilight Oath

I promise to remember Bella
Each time I carelessly fall down
And I promise to remember Edward
Whenever I'm out of town
I promise to obey traffic laws
For Charlies sake of course
And I promise to remember Jacob
When my heart fills with remorse
I promise to remember Carlisle
When ever I am in the emergency room
And I promise to remember Emmett
Every time there's a huge boom
I promise to to remember Rose
Whenever I see something that holds pure beauty
And I promise to remember Alice
When I'm at a mall and a cute outfit spots me
I promise to remember Nessie
When I see that beautiful bronze hair
And I promise to remember Esme
When someone tells me they care
I promise to remember Jasper
Whenever my stomach isn't curled
And I promise to remember the Volturi
When someone speaks of dominating the world
Yes I promise to love Twilight
Wherever I may go
So that all may see my obsession
Because I know what the Twilighters know.

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, "When i get to heaven I will ask Jonah."
The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him?"

Your friends will wipe your tears after a boy rejects you. My friends will go up to him and say "It's because you're gay, isn't it?

An apple a day keeps the dactor away, but if the doctor's cute? Screw the fruit!

Come Backs For Pick Up Lines

Man: Where have you been all my life?
Woman: Hiding from you.

Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?

Man : If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together
Woman: Really, I'd put f and u together

When God made EMT's and Paramedics...

When the Lord made EMT's and Paramedics, he was into his sixth day of
overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one,"
And the Lord said,
"Have you read the specs on this order?

An EMT/Paramedic has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy
hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter
homes a health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."

"He has to be able to lift three times his own weight, crawl into wrecked
cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as he is
doing CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again."

"He has to be in top mental conditionat all times,
running on no sleep, black coffee, and half eaten meals.
And he has to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord,
"It's the three pairs of eyes an EMT/Medic has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as he's drawing blood and
asks the patient if they may be HIV positive,"
(When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job)

"Another pair here on the side of his head for is partner's safety.
Another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding
victim and say 'You'll be all right ma'am' when he knows it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve,
"rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound
drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of
five on a private service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the paramedic very slowly,
"Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses,
recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and
continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it
keeps its sense of humor."

"This EMT/Medic also has phenominal control.
He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coaz a frightened elderly person to
unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the
daily paper how EMT's and Paramedics were unable to locate a house quickly
enough, allowing a person to die.
A house which had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the
EMT/Paramedic.

"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too
much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they tried in vain to save, for
committment to hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to
survive, for life."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."

So many stars shine in the sky at night. Gazing up into the endless expanse of space we bear our souls, picking a twinkle to cast our dreams toward, hoping that one day they’ll come back around. One night I picked a star – but my star is not just a wish, a dream, or a prayer. It stays with me all the time, and it shines all day and all night for everyone to see. It watches over us all, swooping down like a guardian angel to intervene when there’s trouble. It shone like a beacon over Oklahoma City, Columbine High School, and the World Trade Center. People all over the world recognize my star as a symbol of love and compassion, yet few truly understand what it means. For me and others like me it is a religion, a way of life. Like a child’s smile it’s glow gives us hope, renews our faith in everything that is true and good.

My star also has a dark side. I feel it over my shoulder at 3 a.m. as I race through the cold night to pull a drunk from the twisted wreckage of his vehicle while he cusses me and threatens my life. It’s unblinking, emotionless face dances mockingly over the body of each person I see die. It hangs around my neck, burning into my flesh as I tell my best friend that I have something else to do tonight – again. I could go with him, but what if the run I miss is my father, or a helpless child who might have a chance? My star is an unspoken message to friends, family, and a long string of ex’s; it says that I love what I do and strangers whom I have known for less than an hour more than I am capable of loving them, or myself.

Yet I display my star proudly on my chest, my clothing, and my vehicle, because to so many others it sends a very different message: that no matter who you are, where you live, or what you’ve done, I will help you. I will forsake food, sleep, social activities, free time, and my own family whenever you need me. When you’re with me you are safe – you can trust me with your darkest secrets, take your frustrations out on me, or cry on my shoulder, and I will take care of you regardless. And when you’re ready, I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me again. You don’t owe me a thing either – you don’t have to pay me, tell your friends about me, or even thank me. All I ask is that when you see my star, you remember what it means to me. It’s not just a logo or a symbol; it’s my heart, and my soul, for I am an EMT.

I try to save this child but he's met his fate.
His innocent eyes are void of hate.
He and his father weren't walking far
When they were both struck down by a drunkard's car.
This night I know I will not sleep.
These terrible images my mind will keep.
I know these nightmares linger near.
And yet still I volunteer.

Her eyes well up - compress the chest
Say a silent prayer - then two quick breaths.
She's done this many times before,
This fight for life kneeling on the floor.
But this time it's her best friend's mom
Whose lifeless body she is working on.
This call like others will end in tears,
And yet still she volunteers.

From slumber woke by a siren's wail
He rushes out in bitter gale.
While others sleep this stormy night,
A raging blaze this man will fight.
He bravely puts himself in danger
To save the home of a total stranger.
Body cold and tired, he feels his years,
And yet still he volunteers.

We train, we test, we do our best.
We give an awful lot of time
And don't get paid a single dime
Thanks is a word we seldom hear.
And yet still we volunteer.

I WANT TO TELL YOU LIES

I want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine
I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time
I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight
I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies

You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids
I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did
You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside
I want to say you'll be OK, I want to tell you lies

You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes
I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind
You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes
I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies

I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke
If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke
Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive
Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies

I want to say she'll be OK, you didn't take her life
I hear you say you love her and you'd never hurt your wife
You thought you didn't drink too much, you thought that you could drive
I don't want to say how wrong you were, I want to tell you lies

You only left her for a moment, it happens all the time
How could she have fell from there? You thought she couldn't climb
I want to say her neck's not broke, that she will be just fine
I don't want to say she's paralyzed, I want to tell you lies

I want to tell this teen his buddies didn't die in vain
Because he thought that it'd be cool to try to beat that train
I don't want to tell him this will haunt him all his life
I want to say that he'll forget, I want to tell him lies

You left the cabinet open and your daughter found the gun
Now you want me to undo the damage that's been done
You tell me she's your only child, you say she's only five
I don't want to say she wont see six, I want to tell you lies

He fell into the pool when you just went to grab the phone
It was only for a second that you left him there alone
If you let the damn phone ring perhaps your boy would be alive
But I don't want to tell you that, I want to tell you lies

The fact that you were speeding caused that car to overturn
And we couldn't get them out of there before the whole thing burned
Did they suffer? Yes, they suffered, as they slowly burned alive
But I don't want to say those words, I want to tell you lies

But I have to tell it like it is, until my shift is through
And then the real lies begin, when I come home to you,
You ask me how my day was, and I say it was just fine
I hope you understand, sometimes, I have to tell you lies

I Wish You Could

I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up
in flames or that family returning home, only to find their house and
belongings damaged or destroyed.

I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped
children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you
crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.

I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 A.M. as I check her husband
of forty years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against
hope to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his
wife and family to know everything possible was done.

I wish you could know the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of
soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the
sound of flames crackling, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely
nothing in dense smoke--"sensations that I have becomed too familiar with."

I wish you could understand how it feels to go to school in the morning after
having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.

I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire, `Is this a
false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed?
What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?' or to an EMS call, `What is wrong
with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in
distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?'

I wish you could be in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the
beautiful little five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the
past twenty-five minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the
words, "I love you Mommy!", again.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, the
driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and
again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield right-of-way at an
intersection or in traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon
our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!"

I wish you could read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years
from the mangled remains of her automobile, `What if this were my sister, my
girlfriend, or a friend? What were her parents' reactions going to be as they
open the door to find a police officer, HAT IN HAND?'

I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my
parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that you nearly did not
come home from this last call.

I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically,
abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of, "It
will never happen to me."

I wish you could realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed
meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the
tragedy my eyes have viewed.

I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a
life or preserving someone's property, of being there in times of crisis, or
creating order from total CHAOS.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on
your arm and asking, "Is my mommy o.k.?" Not even being able to look in his
eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to
have hold back a long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue
breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You knowing all
along he did not have his seat belt on--sensations that I have become too
familiar.

Unless you have lived this kind of life, you will never truly understand or
appreciate who I am, what we are, or what our job really means to us.

I WISH YOU COULD!

there were 2 girls

They were looking through peoples
MySpaces.

The girl slowly came upon this one
myspace.

It had creatures in the background and the man
looked like a psycho.

She started laughing with her friend commenting on how ugly he was.

Right then, an instant message came up.

It said:

SatanStalker: So how do u like my
MySpace??

XxLoVemExX: What??

XxLoVemExX: Who is this anyway??

SatanStalker: Well, you should know;
youre looking at my MySpace right now.

XxLoVemExX: How do you know that im looking at ur pro??

SatanStalker:I know when people look at my MySpace.

XxLoVemExX: What? That doesnt make
any sense, how?

SatanStalker: I just do.

Satanstalker: Especially to pretty girls like you.

Satanstalker: With very nice legs I might say.

At the time the girl was wearing high
shorts.

She started to pull them down a little bit to cover what
ever she could. Her and her friend started to get
worried now.

XxLoVemExX: Ok whatever man youre starting to scare the living sht out of me.

SatanStalker: You should be afraid.

SatanStalker: You wouldnt want an ugly guy like me touching your legs huh? I mean thats what you
just said about me with your friend like a
minute ago.

They were in shock.

Her friend: Holy crap man just block him
hes a fcking psycho!

The girl: Ok holy crap, you think hes
watching us?

SatanStalker: I am.

SatanStalker: Well it wouldnt really
matter if you blocked me anyway; it wouldnt stop me
from coming to your house.

XxLoVemExX: What? My house?

SatanStalker: Yeah, youre alone so its
not a problem.

XxLoVemExX: Ok I think Im going to leave now because youre freaking me out.

SatanStalker: Your screen name says
love me, trust me that wont be a problem.

SatanStalker has just signed off.

The girl and her friend were really
scared. Girls

friend: Whatever lets just go upstairs trust me I doubt hes really coming. Its just a joke from someone.

They went upstairs and were having a pillow fight.

All of a sudden the girls friend said she had to go to the bathroom. The girl said ok.

Ten minutes later the girl noticed that her friend was
still in the bathroom and was wondering what was up.

She goes and knocks but no one said
anything

she opens it and finds her friend there on
the ground dead. She started to scream but when she
turned around he was there. News the next morning said that there was one girl dead in the bathroom;

her neck sliced with blood all over the ground. with her head nailed to the wall. Just her head.

If you do not repost this in the next two
minutes here will be three men, one in your
bathroom,

one in your room, and one killing your parents at that
very moment.

Tonight at 1:30am. Well what are you waiting for?

Repost or you are going to die