The story of Anita Elmajian

Apr 20

freedomisalengthofrope:

When I was in kindergarten, there was a new girl named Mia who came from Japan, I believe, and I was assigned to be her helper because she couldn’t speak English. Over the few months we spent together, we became really close, and we had flashcards with the characters for an English word, and we could figure out what she was trying to tell us with those. I actually taught her quite a few different sentences and sayings in English after a while. I remember that she would get nosebleeds often, and each time I would escort her to the nurse, they would tell me to leave but she would make me stay with her. At our school we had a field day and me and her were never apart from each other the whole time. (Shown above) After a while, she had to move away with her family, and I never saw her again. I’ve really wanted to know how she’s changed for a very long time now. I know this is a long shot, but I’ve been wanting to talk to her again over some social network because I’ve missed her for a really long time, and I was hoping some of you guys would reblog for me. I can’t remember her last name.

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Apr 18

Apr 17

I remember as a child I accidently broke my favorite barbie doll’s arm, I was sad about it. Whenever my sisters and friends wanted to play I always chose to play with my armless barbie even though I was offered a new barbie doll. I thought that even though this barbie was missing an arm that made her no different than anyone else she still was beautiful to me and she still was able to live a normal barbie life like every other barbie. I know it’s cheesy but that is how I felt about it.

Apr 06

sweat is just your body crying because it wants you to stop moving

That’s such an interesting way of looking at it…wow…I’m gonna sleep thinking about this….

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Apr 03

chickenforpresident:

This guy has very high standards

Wow very high standards…guys these days…

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Mar 30

butterflies can’t see their own wings and don’t know how beautiful they are. people are like butterflies

That’s right

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i know stuff i just dont know how to properly phrase it and that makes me so mad

I know exactly what you mean and it’s like the most frustrating thing ever

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Mar 29

That moment when you meet someone who is really cool and they seem perfect but you know that there is something about them, they have an issue or problem that you dont know about because they seem too good to be true so far…and that anxious feeling bothers you because you want to know so bad what their flaw is because no one is perfect and you know there is a major flaw…..

Mar 27

mislerables:

theywillnotforceus:

my bed describes my lifestyle

single

queen

Twin.

All of above is me! ^

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ew haha

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I’ll never get a text like this man awww haha

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