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This is my friend Chelsi. She’s one of the sweetest girls you’ll ever meet, and she’s got family, loads of friends, and a boyfriend who are all worried for her. She went missing yesterday, and she’s now classified as a runaway.. Which is insane because she’s definitely not that type of person..
I’m not going to guilt you into reblogging this. I’m going to ask. If you could take 4 seconds and hit reblog, it could cause the right person to see this and bring her home. You’d want this to spread too, if this was your friend, or your sister, or your daughter.
Please just reblog this. I promise it won’t hurt your blog’s reputation. We just want her home. Thank you.A google search says she was a Messenger in Virginia Senate during the 2010 General Assembly.
The rest is pleas from family and friends for her safe homecoming.
Signal Boost. Let’s see what we can do.
Let’s give a hand.
(Source: sublimeluxury, via fridayfelts)
hrmmm
well single again. but no harm done. i met a great guy and hes like my twin. we love the same things and love being pain in the asses to eachother. hes everything i could have ever hoped for in a guy and more, so now im just waiting to see wat happens, where things go… i hope they go the way i want.
Sara
Blood was everywhere. Smeared across the walls and hardwood floor like some macabre work of abstract art. Her dress had fared no better, the front stained with a spray of crimson droplets which she wiped at with her blood stained hands.
She stared over at the corpse which lay face down on the floor before her, limbs torn from sockets and the face a caved in mass of tissue and bone.
She tilted her head, trying to grab hold of the overwhelming familiarity of the room, the photos on the walls, the body at her feet. She tiptoed across the room to a small end table which was home to several framed photographs, her feet leaving behind bloody stamps along the floor.
She lifted the frame slowly, her lips pulled back from her rotting teeth to mimic the smiling faces in the photograph. She tried to focus on faces that looked back at her, but all she was aware of was the blood. The smell of it flooded her senses. She dropped the photo when she noticed the caked blood along her palms, bringing them to her nose before giving them each a once over with her tongue.
The front door opened, startling her, and she turned slowly just as a tall blonde woman walked right past the living room where she now stood.
“Babe, you won’t believe it,” the woman called from the kitchen. “I found some oranges and a few bananas at the market on fifth. Probably the last we will have for a while.”
The blonde woman rounded the corner and let out a gasp when she saw the blood stained walls and mangled body on the floor.
“How did you get out?” The woman said shakily when she spotted the girl in the blood soaked dress.
The girl moved forward slowly, arms outstretched. She could smell the blood flowing through the blonde woman’s veins. She opened and closed her mouth, needing to latch onto the living flesh, her whole body screaming for it.
The blonde woman backed away cautiously, her eyes clouded with tears.
“Sweetheart, it’s me,” the blonde woman sobbed. “It’s Mommy. Try and remember, baby. Your name is Sara! You’re ten years old!”
Sara continued forward, the blonde woman’s words seeming like a jumble of syllables that Sara couldn’t quite put together.
“That was your Daddy!” The woman shrieked, waving a trembling hand towards the crumpled form in the living room.
Sara turned her head slowly, glancing back at the source of the aroma in the air that fuelled her ravenous appetite.
Daddy…
Sara turned the word over in her mind, trying to make sense of it. It was familiar, having meant something to her once. Something important, and meaningful, and true. Now, looking over at her father’s body, all she saw was food.
She turned towards the woman again, but she was nowhere in sight. Sara inched forward, her head lolling to the side where the muscles around her neck had decayed.
Sara found the blonde woman in the kitchen, wielding a rolling pin.
“I don’t want to hurt you baby,” the woman hissed, shaking her head. “We never should have kept you here like this. We should have—we should have,” the woman suppressed a sob on the back of her hand, her whole body trembling.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart, but I can’t do this anymore,” the woman whispered. “It isn’t right.”
Sara lunged forward with a guttural shriek and grabbed the woman by the throat with both hands, the feel of the woman’s heartbeat beneath her skin sending Sara into a frenzy.
Sara tried to bite at the arms that pushed her back, but the woman always managed to pull her hands away before Sara got too close. It took all of the woman’s strength to shove Sara’s small frame away. The woman raised the rolling pin and brought it down on the top of Sara’s skull with an anguishing cry.
Sara staggered backwards with a groan, blood streaming down the front of her face and dripping onto her dress. Sara licked her lips, her blood tasting stale and wrong compared to the fresh blood she had savored in the living room.
The woman raised the rolling pin high above her head and brought it down on Sara’s head once more, the crack echoing in the small space of the kitchen.
Sara crumpled to the floor, her body twitching and quivering on the linoleum before going completely still.
~~~
Pam fell to her knees, leaning over the shell of what had once been her daughter. She gently pushed Sara’s hair away from her decaying face which had become cracked and bloody over the past week. She didn’t care, all she saw was her beautiful daughter, the girl who loved horses and popcorn, the girl who could create amazing works of art with sidewalk chalk. The girl who Pam loved fiercely.
Pam and her husband, Rick, had known that it was wrong to keep Sara alive this way. They knew that there were orders to shoot these things on the spot, and if anyone had found out that they were keeping one alive, they would have been killed along with their daughter, because no one really knew how the virus spread. But Sara was their daughter, how could they kill her? Even though she wasn’t really Sara— not anymore—how could they do it?
For years they had been desperate for a child, visiting fertility doctors and specialists before they had finally given up and decided to look into adoption. A few months later Pam found out that she was pregnant with Sara, and they had truly believed that it was a miracle. When Sara was born it was as though their lives were complete, and Pam had finally discovered her purpose. She and Rick prided themselves on being good parents, involved in all of the necessary activities and events to ensure that Sara had the best childhood they could provide. Sara was their whole world, as children often are, so when the virus started turning people into flesh eating blood crazed monsters, they took every precaution to protect her.
Schools were shut down when martial law went into effect, but they had kept her home long before that. Before the military set up camp in the city the streets were already flooded with the “dead eyes” as the media had called them. At first the dead eyes would just stand around, pouring blood from their every orifice, watching those who weren’t infected as if they were prey. In the early days of the virus the dead eyes never attacked anyone, they just stood in one spot rocking back and forth, their infected bodies hunched over from the weight of their decaying extremities. Weeks went by before stories of the dead eyes attacking the uninfected were reported on the few remaining radio stations.
According to the reports, the dead eyes would go from their lucid state to complete carnal rage, eating their victims flesh, after which they would return to a catatonic state.
Not long after that, orders were handed down to shoot and kill the dead eyes on sight.
Sara wasn’t allowed to leave the house. Rick went into the city one morning and came back later that afternoon with enough guns and ammunition to supply an army. Pam helped him board up the downstairs windows and reinforce the front and back door with new locks, only leaving Buttons’ six by six inch cat door in the kitchen exposed.
Pam and Rick didn’t find out until two weeks later that animals could become infected if exposed to the virus. By then it was too late.
Sara had cried hysterically when she showed Pam where Buttons had sank her teeth into the pale freckled skin of Sara’s forearm. Pam had cleaned it gently and allowed Sara to stay up a bit later that night to watch one of her favorite DVDs.
The next morning Sara didn’t wake up. Pam and Rick had sat with her all morning, sunlight streaming in through the window and brightening everything it touched, except for the ashen face of their daughter.
Then Sara sat up. She looked at them with bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils. In that moment they didn’t care that Sara was infected or that she was no longer the Sara they knew and loved. They only saw that their daughter was alive. They had been given a second chance at happiness.
At first Sara would stand in the corner, rocking from side to side as she watched her parents go about their daily activities. She would follow them if they left the room and then just stand there and stare at them, drool running down her chin as though she was some lobotomized patient.
One afternoon she was standing in the front hall facing the wall, rocking from side to side on her bare feet like she always did, her sandy brown hair hanging over her face in a tangle. Rick was walking past her to the living room when without warning she turned on him with an animalistic snarl. She launched herself at him with such force that she had sent Rick backwards into the hall table, which crashed to the ground under his weight.
Sara clawed wildly at his neck and face before opening her mouth wide and trying to bite his throat. He fought back just as violently, before he finally threw her off of him and backed away from her down the hall. She had glared at him, teeth bared and hands fisted in her dress at her sides, before she turned towards the wall and rocked back and forth once more.
It was then that they had realized their daughter was dangerous. That their dream of a second chance was impossible and that they were trying to live in some sick fantasy.
Unwilling to even consider taking the life of their child, they had done the only thing that they could think of. They stripped Sara’s room of all its contents save for her mattress and several stuffed animals, boarded up the windows, and locked her inside.
Life had gone on uneventfully for weeks after that. They visited her room constantly, reading to her and showing her photos in the hope that some shred of who she had once been still existed. Sara never touched the food they brought her, only sat crouched in the corner between her mattress and the wall, rocking back and forth, never making eye contact, never making a sound.
How she had gotten out of her room, Pam didn’t know. Most likely Rick had gone up to see Sara and she had attacked. But that didn’t matter now. Her family was dead, and Pam was alone.
Pam wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her sleeve and walked to the stove. She turned on all of the burners and blew out the flames of each, then returned to Sara.
She lifted her daughter gently into her lap and cradled her broken body against her, humming a lullaby that Sara had always loved.
(Source: thepassionflower)
OMFG O.o
its been like sooo fucking long since ive been on! haha and of course like b4 no one will read this. holy shit i have the best song ever! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLeLbPezMfc watch it! and omg im loving college! :D haha i met a super cute football player who doesnt drink! and hes sweet and kind and super fun to talk to! :3 hes like a fucking teddy bear x) i just hope that he likes me back :3 weve been seeing eachother like everyday and im super super SUPER happy :D hehe well ill head out now bc im fucking hungry! :3 cya! <3
(Source: thepassionflower)
well now…
ive been having a hard night. i know i havent posted in a long time but idfc. -_-” anyway…. i just found some stuff out about a good friend of mine. and it was hard to take in. and… he then changed the story after i got home and we skyping. so idfk what to believe from him anymore….
(Source: thepassionflower)
a random fairy tale.
once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. every knight in the kingdom wanted her. but she refused them all. her parents would worry that she would not find anyone because of her non-girlish manner and because she refused every knight that came to her. one day a knight so handsome came to the princess and said “oh beautiful princess. i came here today to humbly ask for your hand in marriage.” and the princess being who she was said “no. i will not. you made no effort in this. you just came here and asked. and i will respond with a firm no”. but then before her eyes, the handsome prince turned into a hidious goblin. without saying a word, he preformed magic and took the beautiful princess away from her kingdom. somewhere far away where no other man could ever find her. when the princess awoke, she found herself locked high in a tower. knock, knock, knock. “who is it?!” exclaimed the princess. the door swung open and in walked the goblin. “look darling i know weve had our difficult times but i know we can get passed them to be happily married.” the princess looked at him with digust. “i will never marry the likes of you!” she sat down on the little bed and faced away from the goblin. “you will marry me whether you like it or not! i am your only option now! so get used to the way things are. they will be like this for a long time my sweet. now when youre ready, come downstairs and we will have a nice romantic dinner.” the goblin left the room and the princess wept. she did not want to marry this goblin but what choice did she have? he kidnapped her and took her far away. as the year passed, she believed the goblin was her only choice. then on the last day of the year when she was about to accept her fate. a knock came at the door. since she had more freedom now, she answered the door since the goblin was out. “hello. how may i help you?” when she saw who stood before her, she was amazed. a man, that seemed to overtake her beauty stood before her. this being the only real man shes seen since she was taken one year ago. the man was overtaken by her beauty and said “ive been traveling for a year now to meet a beautiful princess in the next kingdom. but i have recieved word that she had been kidnapped one year ago. might you be that princess my dear?” the princess smiled “why yes i am. good sir. but the goblin who took me will surely find me and take me again if i leave. hes very persistant about our marriage.” then the man took his cloak off and put it over her then put the hood up. he grabbed her hand and picked her up then began to run. he ran for hours with her in his arms. finally at night fall. he stopped. out of breath the man said “i think we made it far enough away. do not fear. i will protect you if the goblin finds us. i will not allow anything to happen to one so fair.” the princess blushed and smiled. “what will we be eating for dinner?” the man didnt say a word. he just walked away. the princess began to get scared as the minutes passed. finally the man returned. “i will make steak and red peppers.” the princess looked at the freshly picked red peppers and at the small deer the lay next to him. “sounds delicious!” the princess smiled and asked if there is anyway she could help. the man nodded and told her to cut the peppers. she started to cut and the two began to talk. by the end of the night, she realized how much they had in common. she really liked that about this man. it suddenly hit the princess. theres finaly a man i like! one that i know i will get along with for the rest of my life. after dinner they stayed up late into the night talking until finally the princess fell asleep on the mans shoulder. he wrapped the cloak around her and gently laid her down. in the morning the princess woke up to the aroma of eggs. after breakfast the two walked. making sure to stay off the main road just in case. “sooo…” said the princess. even though she was beautiful, she was becoming shy because she had never met a man that she likes before. “do you like movies?” the man said something first! “why yes! i love movies. my favorite are scary movies” the princess smiled. they talked about movies for an hour then suddenly the goblin appeared before them. “did you really think that you could escape and i wouldnt find you?” he glared at the man. “this man is nothing like me! i am far more superior than he is! now. princess. you will come back home with me and will be married!” the princess hid behind the man. “no! i will not go with you! i know its happened quickly. and i know this isnt normal. but i know this to be true.” she turned to the man. “i love you. you are perfect for me and i wanted you to know. i love you with all my heart. it happened suddenly and it scares me but i love you.” the man smiled “i love you too. i have never felt this way about a woman before. this is all going to be new to me. so please be patient with me.” “i will. i love you. nothing will stop me.” they hugged then the man grabbed the princess’ chin and kissed her full on the lips. the goblin began to sob. “this isnt fair. this wasnt supposed to happen. we were meant to be. why cant you see that?” the princess knelt down in front of the goblin. “no, we were not meant to be. why cant you see that? you are a goblin and i am a human. this would never have worked out… you need to find yourself a nice goblin girl to be with and dont kidnap her!” the goblin wiped his tears. “i love you. and i always will. i shall never love again” and with that the goblin was gone. the man smiled at the princess and they went back to the kingdom. when they returned the princess’ parents were so happy to see their daughter again and they began the wedding plans. a few months later. the man and the princess were married and they lived happily ever after. The End.
(Source: thepassionflower)
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Hahaha no!!! :)
This girl said “Let’s go to 7-Eleven and buy slurpees”
No! How bout we freeze some kool aid and save 2 dollars.
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