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Put this here cause I didn't know where else to, but this guy is a photographer and he's absolutely amazing- check him out!
 http://christophejacrot.com/
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Let's imagine this: you are God. You are in Your Heaven. And you look down and see all the little people that You created, that You give life to, that You ultimately control. And here they are trying to deny You, and ignore You and do their own little thing and deny that You exist. You've offered them a way of life, but they don't want it. 
So, I'd be up in my Heaven with my all-powerful self, like, fine! Do what you want! You look pretty retarded and I tried to help you, and you refused, and...
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NOTE: you will notice that my posts are not very encouraging if you do not believe in God. That is because without God, there is no hope; no control; nothing to believe in. If you do not know God, my email is on the contact page: let me know if you want to know more about Him, and I will be thrilled to help you. He wants you to know Him. Do not turn Him out! However, if you have no desire to hear about God, there is very little I can do for you. I might can make you laugh. Help you loosen up....
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Kings, presidents, and all other forms of rulers come and go, but God is always in control. He was in control of the election. Let God be God, and remember that He allowed the man who is once again our president to be over us, and we are to show this man the respect due to him. When you remember that God is always, always, ALWAYS in control, everything seems so much brighter :)
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A sure-fire sign that someone reads too much fiction is that they believe that every little thing is important.  Example: You and your friend are at the mall.  Your friend is wearing a shirt which boasts a black cat and a quote from Edgar Allen Poe on perversity.  A tall, attractive guy with black hair and snakebites walks up, says that he loves Poe's story The Black Cat, and proceeds to give your friend his number.  Before she can put the number into her phone, but after the guy leaves, she ...
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Before I'll start off, here's a disclaimer: I am a full-fledged Taylor Swift junkie. However, that doesn't mean I love everything she does. So this isn't some fangirl hissing and booing anyone who disagrees with her opinions. This is just me, trying to get people to think before they speak.

So. Taylor Swift's new album RED came out Monday. Unfortunately, Walmart didn't have it when I was there buying cookie at 6:30 in the morning, so I had to go back that evening and picked up the last copy on...
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All right, well, anyone who's been on here lately can probably tell that I've been having a hard time with a couple of things.  No, really, I have! Mainly that there's a lot going on and I've been very concerned about a lof of people, but most of all that one of my best friend's goes to boot camp in January. Except that Thursday, they changed 'January'  to 'Monday'. Either this Monday or the next one. Okay, so I might have been a bit upset (not that I told him). And once again I found myself ...
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I thought I was an open book, but I'm not.  If I am a book, and an open one at that, then I am a book so heavily encrypted that I can't even read myself.  I'm finding out that I'm not as mature as a had previously believed myself to be.  I am simply a practical and logical head covered by a pretty face and an ever-present smile, all covering retardedly juvenile emotions, which I have no idea what to do with.  I really am happy for you, and yet I find myself very much unhappy for myself.  I'd ...
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“I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in blurry, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mi...
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