BAM, BAM , POW? |
Me llamo Damini!, 16, SCORPIO! Welcome to my little world. A world in which imperfections, mishaps, laughter, dreams, and creativity breed. Enjoy! {: |
Terrified. Absolutely, inexplicably terrified.
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my government teacher
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I don’t normally post food on my blog but i’m kinda obsessed with South Korean street food *__*
is this…is this what i think it is…
is this a french fry hot dog??
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Waves of disappointment crashing over me like a helpless man lost in sea.Overcome by rejection and fear as I drown to the lowest point - sike! - still going down, down, down.
Everyone puts their phones in the middle of the table. Whoever cracks first by touching their phone, pays for the entire meal. The purpose of the game was to get everyone off their phones, away from twitter, facebook, texting, etc and to encourage conversations. In other words, help cure the “Anti-Social Social Media Craziness”. Here are the rules: 1. The game starts after everyone sits down. 2. Everybody places their phone in the middle of the table. 3. The first person to touch their phone loses the game. 4. Loser of the game pays the bill for everyone’s meal. 5. If the bill comes before anyone has touched their phone, everybody is declared a winner and pays for their own meal. Are You Game? (Taken with Instagram)
how did you take the picture and post it on instagram if your phone was in the middle of the table
looks like somebody paid for dinner
“declared a winner and pays for their own meal.”
youre a winner and you pay for your meal
that doesnt sound like winning
thats not winning
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1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.
2.
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