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My name is Mal. I should probably put something here to make me seem aproachable. BUT WHATEVER YOLO!

  1. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    April 23, 2012 4:23pm UTC
    Peeta Mellark
    Guys, remember that time I declared my love for a girl on national television?
    55 minutes ago · comment · like
    Gale Hawthorne That was twenty years ago...
    20 minutes ago · Like
    Peeta Mellark Okay, okay, but remember the time I got blood poisoning for her?
    19 minutes ago · Like
    Gale Hawthorne Yes, what an absolutely *valiant* accomplishment you've completed.
    19 minutes ago · Like
    Peeta Mellark Remember that time I staged a fake preganacy and marriage with her
    AND THEY TURNED REAL?
    18 minutes ago · Like
    Gale Hawthorne Remeber when you got caught in one of my snares?
    16 minutes ago · Like
    Peeta Mellark No, no I don't recall...
    5 minutes ago · Like
    Gale Hawthorne Better start running, blondie.
    2 minutes ago · Like

  2. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2012 12:46am UTC
    The constant beeping was the only comfort I had to hold on to. It was the only thing that kept me going; she was still alive, as long as the beeping continued. The world was still decent if she was in it.
    I had fallen for Emma when she was five years old. It was the first day of kindergarten. She’d had her hair in two braids. My father pointed her out to me.
    “See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother but she ran off with a miner instead.” When I asked why she would pick a miner over him, he’d smiled sadly.
    “Because when the miner sang, all the birds stopped to listen.”
    The teacher had started class by asking if anybody wanted to sing a song. Emma’s hand had shot straight up, and she stood up and sang. From that moment on, I knew I loved her because her voice was almost as beautiful as she was.
    For years, I tried to work up the courage to talk to her but I couldn’t. As time went on, she just grew more beautiful and more confident. I knew I might never have the nerve to tell her how I felt. So I did the next best thing, I became her best friend, her confidant. And I was always there to hold her when a boy hurt her. I would always comfort her because the most wretched feeling in the world was seeing her cry.
    It had been thirteen years since that day in kindergarten. I still couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than her.
    I sat for what seemed like years, waiting until the doctors would take her out of the coma. Her hands were stiff, her features were uncharacteristically serious, everything was wrong. But what was the most wrong was that I was the only person who would stay the whole night, who would stay with her. Not her boyfriend who she had said she loved, not her parents who had only come to see her twice, not her friends. Just me. She was all I had and I was all she had.
    Then on a cold January night, after a month of tears, the monitors give a couple final beeps before going flat. It takes me a couple minutes to fight through the shock and figure out what just happened. I’m still in shock as doctors rush in, shoving me out of the room. I watch their futile attempts to bring the beeps back. It’s almost as if I’m watching all of this from somewhere above my body, as if I’m floating above my head, away from all of this. I sit on a bench out in the lobby for hours. Not crying, not speaking, not moving because right now there’s a tiny sliver of a chance that they can bring her back.
    I’m brought into the hospital room where I see her motionless figure. The doctor shakes his head at me when I look over at him, hoping for a chance. “She’s gone.”
    All I remember after that is that I kept repeating one thing over and over. It was simple, it was cliché, it was all I felt from that moment on. “Please, please, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.”
    A month later, I stand to give the eulogy. I look out to the sea of mourners clad in black. I only do it because I can’t imagine anyone else being able to do it well. I tell the sea of people what a great person she had been. I tell them how she was my best friend and that I could trust her. I tell them she will be missed dearly. I don’t tell them that she was the most beautiful creature on earth. I don’t tell them what our last conversation was about or that I never got to tell her what I’d wanted to tell her since I was five. I don’t tell them how I was in love her or that I still am in love with her or that I always will be in love with her. I don’t tell them that I don’t even know how to live without her. Those things I will keep hidden, secret. Those things are mine and only mine.
    found on tumblr.

  3. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    April 15, 2012 9:31pm UTC
    Johnny hit to his knees in desperation, dropped his head onto the bed and let a strangled sound escape his lips. And there he prayed, take me instead, don’t let her die. Take me and make this my last request. Please, just don’t take the girl. Vanessa lay frozen there, cuts from the crash still visible on her skin. Wires and tubes and machines were hooked up to her; for the first instance in a while, she looked defenseless, helpless, lifeless, but she wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t let her. The wedding ring on her finger glinted in the sunlight and for a moment, Johnny let himself flash back to what almost seemed like another lifetime by now. He let the happiness engulf him and let it sweep away the sadness away.
    The doctor came in and Johnny lifted his head, the tears streaming down his face.
    “She’s gone.”
    For years, he tried to drink his pain away but he never could get drunk enough to forget. One day he decided he couldn’t take it anymore, so he finally out the gun against his head and pulled the trigger. They buried him next to her, his pain finally taken away.
    Saw this on Tumblr, it's really sad but so good.

  4. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    April 5, 2012 6:14pm UTC
    I came into school wearing a sweatshirt and no
    makeup. Feeling slightly self-conscious. And then, he came up to me and told me that I looked really pretty today.
    Perfection.

  5. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    March 14, 2012 6:42pm UTC
    Life would be so much better if there were pinatas placed strategically throughout the day
    credit to tumblr

  6. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    March 12, 2012 7:13pm UTC
    That sad moment when
    you realize
    That she's perfect for him & you're not.
    nmf

  7. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    March 10, 2012 10:40pm UTC
    The American Government
    Casey Anthony: So it's pretty obvious I either killed my kid or knew about it and didn't care. lol.
    Court: Sounds good. You're free to go.
    OJ Simpson: So, after being found not guilty for killing my wife, I wrote a book about doing it. That's kinda slapping you in the face that I did it and you let me go.
    Court: Nah, we know you're a good guy.
    Teenager: So, I can't really afford to buy CDs or iTunes so I download my music so that I can have it--
    Court: How dare you even breathe?

  8. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 27, 2012 8:25pm UTC
    forgeterr's signature format. Please don't remove credit. Or I will hunt you down. You do NOT want to get on my bad side.
    People fall in love with a person
    Not a gender.

  9. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 22, 2012 12:41pm UTC
    forgeterr's signature format. Please don't remove credit. Or I will hunt you down. You do NOT want to get on my bad side.
    Weird ?
    Honey, I'm limited edition.

  10. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 21, 2012 9:59pm UTC
    forgeterr's signature format. Please don't remove credit. Or I will hunt you down. You do NOT want to get on my bad side.
    Weird ?
    Honey, I'm limited edition.

  11. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 15, 2012 6:34pm UTC
    Sometimes, the best way to stay close to someone you love is by being just a friend.

  12. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 15, 2012 5:33pm UTC
    Sometimes, the best way to stay close to someone you love is by being just a friend.

  13. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 5, 2012 4:22pm UTC
    I've been looking for you
    since the day I heard my first fairytale.

  14. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    February 4, 2012 1:16pm UTC
    && they can't scare me
    if I scare them first.

  15. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    January 27, 2012 6:35pm UTC
    So here's to the people who are different, the ones who don't mind standing out in a crowd, the people who walk like they're a super star, those who know they'll make history one day, the girls that don't mind being single. Here's to the rebels, the freaks, the nerds, the wiredos, the misfits. Here's to the people who wear what they want, the ones who don't care what the others think. && Here's to those who we'll hear from one day.

  16. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    January 27, 2012 5:51pm UTC
    The advantage of being a freak is that it makes you stronger.

  17. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    January 27, 2012 5:45pm UTC
    If you could see yourself like others do, you would wish you were as beautiful as you

  18. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    January 24, 2012 6:42pm UTC
    The advantage
    of being a freak is that it makes you stronger.
    - Gregory House

  19. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    January 24, 2012 4:52pm UTC
    The advantage
    of being a freak is that it makes you stronger.

  20. malpal98 malpal98
    posted a quote
    January 19, 2012 2:59pm UTC
    To die by your side,
    would be such a heavenly way to die.
    NMF

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