this has to be the worst picture ever taken of a football player
i think you mean the best
The Kiss, today (23/10/2012) in Marseille, France.
Two young women kissed in front of anti same sex marriage/adoption protesters.
I will judge my followers if they don’t reblog this
I love all the faces in the background
this is perfect
It is the decade of complete corruption and devastation in your country. Rules have been broken, and everything was falling apart. You’re in the wilderness. You’re not alone. You’re with your entire class on that same island; 23 boys 21 girls. But the exact amount of boys and girls is now unknown, for the government has assigned for the students to kill one another. Within the past few days, there was been news of the possible suicides and murders announced on the announcement speakers by the government. Check marks were made on the boxes next to the name of student verifying elimination. The classmates were to all kill each other until there is one last man standing. There is no way to escape the island, for government has attached a tracking device onto your neck. The collar around your neck, with only a 3 second warning, explodes if you are under suspicion of unusual activity. Without any source of weaponry, fear lies upon every breath you take. Shots were fired from a semi-automatic pistol. Screams fill the air…then grunting of a few students. The students were grunting for a good few minutes until another loud bang from the pistol ceased the sounds coming out of their mouths. Gunshots disturb the silence that once hid with you. Steps get closer, as you hear the dragging of the person’s feet scraping the grass slowly. You hide, with your eyes peeping out the empty gap. You see a girl, a young girl about your age. She was your classmate indeed, not one that you always talked to every day at school, but the one that always helped you on a specific math problem when you needed help. There she lies, with a handgun in her hand. You stare at her, holding your breath as long as you can. Closer and closer, the scraping of the grass gets louder, and louder. Silence fills the air for a long moment. She scouts the area around you, not knowing that you are there. Silence. Silence. Silence. Your heartbeat races until the girl was filled with boredom and moved on to another part of the wilderness. You sneak our of the spot you were hiding from. The coast is clear. You let out a sigh of relief. You scout around to see if you are safe, slowly, and carefully. You scout around to see what has happened. Over there beside you, blood stains fill the grass. The students in uniform lying on the floor in an unfixed position next to each other. You look up to see their face. Tears are starting to be collected in your eyes. You just discovered…
The ones shot and killed, were your closes group of friends.
I wrote this because it symbolizes something about social activity among classmates and peers. There’s a lot of it involved. It’s up to you to discover what the hidden messages in this story include.
