Age - 14 Where - United Kingdom, Edinburgh Gender - Female I like/love the anime - Prince of Tennis Kuroko NoBasket Tokyo Ghoul Buzzer Beater Shinsekai Yori Iwatobi No Swim Iwatobi No Swim Eternal Summer Kaikan Phrase Toward The Terra Un Go Fanfic liked so far... Currently reading stories on Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid (MAINLY) Prince of Tennis - Echizen Ryoma Kuroko no Basket - Kuroko Tetsuya Kuroshitsuji - Ciel Phantomhive How to Train Your Dragon - Hiccup Haddock Naruto - Sakura Haruno Please oh please if u know any stories of Criminal Minds and Reid of Supernatural stuff or him being strong can u please message me or something. Also if u know any good stories of Kuroshitsuji please message them too. Other fanfics I have read... Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid White Collar - Neal Rise of the Guardians - Jack Frost Crossovers-- Criminal Minds Supernatural - Spencer ReidSam WinchesterDean Winchester Criminal Minds NCIS - Spencer Reid (undercover agent or somethin) Yes, I know, I know I am obsessed with criminal minds O.o Re-post if u are against Abortion... Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. Month Two Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here. Month Three You know what Mommy I'm a boy! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. Month Four Mommy my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but i will have a lot of it I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too. Month Five You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? Month Six I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! Month Seven Mommy I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy? Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, re-post this. My name is Tiffany I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren’t ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can’t do a wrong I can’t speak at all Or else im locked up All day long. When im awake im all alone The house is dark My folks aren’t home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie’s bar. I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door He’s already locked it And i start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, "I’m sorry!", I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While i lay there motionless Brawled on the floor My name is tiffany I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help Sickens me top the soul, And if you read this and don’t pass it on I pray for your forgiveness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected By this Poem And because you are effected, Do something about it! So all i ask you to do Is pass this on! |