Another amazing picture I came across a website today….
You are never too young to take part in the future of your country
Young Democrats of America
reppin
stub·born:[stuhb-ern]–adjective 1. unreasonably obstinate; obstinately unmoving: a stubborn child. 2. fixed or set in purpose or opinion; resolute: a stubborn opponent of foreign aid. 3. obstinately maintained, as a course of action: a stubborn resistance.
Stubborness-
A trait carved so deeply into the hearts of my grandparents that it was passed down as surely as the color of my skin.
Etched into the crevices of my mind so deeply that every action is guided by its often thoughtless fury
A two-syllable word with a negative conotation:
ignorant defiance- Bold faced defiance-
Those phrases stand true, but only equal to these:
determination, perseverance
The courage to never give up on a dream.
I thank my family for leaving me with this because great things are accomplished often because of the simpleness of an unwavering belief- and unshakable faith to ones cause.
Because people and the ways of the world will always conspire against us-
to try to shake us in our paths-
some out of jealousy; God, to trust our strength:
in the end, on thing seems clear to me-
To be stubborn is a great strength.
Audrey Hepburn
suicideblonde: Model Dovima with Audrey Hepburn in 1957
Hopefully this summer
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Drake: I made it! I finally signed my contract. Now I have millions of dollars. Is there anything you want? I’ll give you anything you want.
Drake’s Grandma: You have a million dollars?!
Drake: No grandma, I have millions of dollars! I can get you anything! What do you want?
Drake’s Grandma: I just want a hug and a kiss.Awww <3
MY IDOL FOREVER <3
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what is the setting of Your story ?
The setting of my story at present is in the midst of a motley and immeasurable world. A planet that has become so minuscule that information and people can be shipped across miles in the shortest periods of time. However, as a single planet, together, we have little in common between us- our horizons having become so broad and diverse. On one side of the globe stand the hungry and oppressed children- too poor and restrained to do much more than face the struggle of survival; on the other side, rest the well fed citizens of rich countries, set against each other in order to create genius out of competition. I belong to the latter- one of the many who are often too immersed in beating out each other, than to try to change lives of the rest. The whole Earth is mine to see- to explore. However, the more current context of my fifteen years lies somewhere in between various buildings such as; a gated school building, a four bedroom house on the corner of Appleglen drive and nine merciless green and red tennis courts. The air around us smells of opportunity and chance. The road ahead of me seems promising, but the end is unclear. Along the way are scattered warnings. They are in the form of successful entrepreneurs, who parents look up at and try to mold their sons and daughters into. Others are celebrities, who their children attempt to be like themselves. Among these are more common remnants of failure, that we look upon and shudder at the thought that we may end up the same way.The pavement is narrow and everybody takes turns shoving and pushing to walk upon the better of it- the world as we know it does not have room for us all. While these are the general feelings amongst both the youth and adults of our time, my family was the more personal group to which I belong. My father owns a dental clinic next to a senior center- although it doesn’t seem too glamorous, he loves his job and is lucky to have one to call his own. My mother stays at home, taking care of my little sister, running errands and attending lunches. Most would say she has the hardest job, holding a family together these days is not so easy, individuals are torn apart by devices and gadgets that begin to take the place of those who care about them. Most of us are only hanging together by a thread. My brother is still at the age where he can dream of becoming a star athlete and the baby of our family is a four year old princess, who has her every want at her fingertips. This is the world i live in at the moment. A world so intermingled, yet isolated- so painfully grueling, but luxurious- so vicious, while surprisingly comfortable. A world where it is every person for themselves, yet exists a glimmer of humanity shared between us all, that we sense but do not acknowledge. A world that is so much an oxymoron and contradiction of itself that determining its meaning or deciphering some sort of definition is completely impossible. This is the tragically beautiful world in which my story takes place.
