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I hate going through my daily routine & realizing I have no one around me to vent to, to go on crazy adventures with, to know every little thing I want in life. I want that best friend. I want someone I can go to, one I can see everyday going up to casually in the morning instead of looking for someone to go up to, one who knows what I go through during rough times and tries to ease it off of me. I wish I had a best friend, a true friend.
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my mom: asians are the some of the safest people in the world
me: there are asian gangs too and stuff
my mom: and they're called study groups
me: omg
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(via imgTumble)I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.
I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.
A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”
I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist.
She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”
I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”
This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.
She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”
And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.
omg that^ i’m CRYING
OH MY GOD REBLOGGING FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL STORY OMFG
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You see that guy on the right? Yeah, that’s my half brother. The thing is, he probably has no idea who I am.
I found out he was my brother a couple months ago, my mom told me. She told me the story about him. Who, what, when, where. All of those things. Every detail she knew about him. I told my two best friends exactly what my mom told me and they found his Facebook. I added him that day and then he accepted. He had mutual friends with me already. Which was weird because they were my cousins so, they probably knew about this way before I did. So, maybe he does know who I am. Or maybe he knows that he has a long lost sister on the other side of the country. I don’t know. A few days later, I finally had the balls to message him on Facebook. My heart was beating faster and faster as I was typing. I waited weeks for a reply. I never got one. I made another attempt to message him. Once again, no reply. I was pretty sad to know he didn’t reply to the messages because I really wanted to talk to him. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to know if he knew who I was and if he did, how long he’s known. I had so many questions for him, but he wouldn’t answer one. Javier Fontanilla is his name. He’s 15 years old and literally 10 days older than me. He lives in California. That’s all I really know about him. Oh, I know one other thing. I know he has a tumblr. I just don’t know what it is.
Imagine if one of my followers saw this and new who he was. I mean, most of my followers live in California. But it’s whatever. I can live life without him.CALIFORNIA HEADS! REBLOG THIS, LET’S REUNITE THEM!
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