Name: X Sophie Hermione Pond X

Gender: Female

Origin: Belgium (half British)

Now Living in: England

Favourite Animal: Dragons, Badgers, Dogs and Foxes.

Favourite Books: The Hunger Games Trilogy, Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments, The White Queen

Favourite Movies: Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Les Misérables, MinuteMen, Back 2 The Future Trilogy, Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

Favourite TV Shows: Doctor Who, Merlin, My Babysitter's a Vampire, Waterloo Road, Top Gear, Orphan Black, Sherlock, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time

Favourite Parings: (Harry Potter) Harry X Hermione, (Hunger Games) Katniss X Peeta, (Doctor Who) 11 X Amy, (My Babysitter's a Vampire) Ethan X Sarah, (BBC Merlin) Merlin X Arthur, (BBC Sherlock) Sherlock X John, (TMI) Jace X Clary,

Favourite Actors/Actreses: Asa Butterfield, Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Josh Hutcherson, Jennifer Lawrence, Karen Gillian, Arthur Darvill, Colin Morgan, Bradley James, John Hurt, David Tennant, Tommy Knight, Benedict Cumberbatch

My Secret: I believe in magic

Check out my Youtube Channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/SophieDanRadFan?feature=guide

My Merlin/Arthur - Skyfall vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QXNu4Jd7Iw&feature=

My Amy/11 - Drumming Song (Hotter than Hell) vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJjnAZQ-Uwk&feature=plcp

Believe in fairies
They make dreams come true
Believe in wonder
THE STARS AND THE MOON
Believe in magic
From the fairies above
They dance on the flowers
And sing songs of love
And if you just believe
And always say the truth
The fairies will watch over you

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Try Not to Cry

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost

I used to ... but then I discovered ...

I used to like Spongebob, but then I discovered Winx Club

I used to like to read, but then I discovered writing(but I still like to read)

I used to be normal (shudders), but then I discovered that mental stability is overrated.

I used to like Cartoons and voice actors but then I discovered Actors are way hotter lol

I used to like Cartoons with singing and dancing butt then I discovered aliens and Sci-Fi with impossible things is way cooler.

I used to hate the Irish accent but then I discovered Colin Morgan's voice.

I used to ... but then I discovered...

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This next thing is so sad!

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.''

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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

"I walk, talk, eat and sleep on earth, but I live my life in a completely different world." copy this into your profile

If you love rain, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.

Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.

I am not that girl,
The one that is super popular.
The one that is rich.
The one obsessed with Twilight.
The one that will lie to get her way.
The one that doesn't care about your feelings.
The one that wears her Team Edward or Team Jacob shirt proudly.
The one that has a new boyfriend every week.
The one that hates her life because she wears size-two jeans.
The one that would cry over a boy.
The one that will give up because she broke a nail.
The one that started wearing makeup at nine years old.

BUT

I am that girl,
The one who likes books more than boys.
The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy.
The one who reads and writes to escape.
The one who just wants to help.
The one that really wants to make a difference.
The one that sticks to her values.
The one that doesn't look at race or homosexuality.
The one that cries when she feels alone and helpless; it only shows she's strong.
The one that knows she's beautiful, no matter what others say.
The one that refuses to believe that this is it.
The one that doesn't care if she eats too many cinnamon buns...they taste good.
The one that people like, because she's crazy.
The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow.
The one who won't give in.
The one won't give up.

Paste this to your profile if you agree with every one of these.

Pluto was declared no longer a planet on August 27, 2006, because it was "too small" and "off its orbit" for some scientists' likings. If you think Pluto should still be a planet, copy and paste this to your profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!!

If you want animal neglect and abuse to stop then copy and paste this onto your profile and add your name to the list: SamManson14, Jessica01, DipziShan, irukandji, Maddie4president,Natty.B, X Sophie Hermione Pond X

Abortion sucks...

'Before you take the life of your baby, really consider all your option. Would you rather be fat for a while, or kill your child?

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