Justin Bieber's Madame Tussaud's NYC wax statue

Justin Bieber's Madame Tussaud's NYC wax statue has to be removed because so many fans have touched it… Ironically, the real Bieber also faces potential removal from the U.S. if he's convicted of felony vandalism.

Pop star Justin Bieber's wax statue will be removed from the Madame Tussauds museum as the bosses feel that the showcase "no longer does justice" to the singer or the attraction. - See more at: http://www.hindustantimes.com/entertainment/tabloid/justin-bieber-s-statue-to-be-removed-from-madame-tussauds/article1-1182883.aspx#sthash.1Z1s4CnS.dpuf

Pop star Justin Bieber's wax statue will be removed from the Madame Tussauds museum as the bosses feel that the showcase "no longer does justice" to the singer or the attraction. - See more at: http://www.hindustantimes.com/entertainment/tabloid/justin-bieber-s-statue-to-be-removed-from-madame-tussauds/article1-1182883.aspx#sthash.1Z1s4CnS.dpuf

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Story - Sex & Drugs

Sex & Drugs

Danelle

04 Jun, 2013 05:49 PM

Silently, I walked in the pouring rain, towards that old abandoned bus station, running away from Daddy again. He was drunk again, and the sting from the smack across my face began to burn with every rain drop that spilled on it. My jaw ached and I could feel my sweater rubbing against my back, against the open wounds from Daddy's belt. He loved adding to the scars. He always had a fascination with making me cry. Then he'd spit on me, and laugh at me. 
"Crying is for the weak, stupid little bitch! Cry a river if you want. No one cares!"
"Daddy, I'm sorry.. I love you.. Please, stop.." I would beg and plead for hours sometimes. That only edged him on more. 

I sat on the only bench that wasn't drenched in water and buried my head in my hands. I could still feel the burn from the cigar on my arm. He laughed, cynically. He enjoyed watching me feel pain. Is this how Daddy's show love? This happened regularly for months, a couple years even. Mama never said nothing. She worked three jobs & was always high off her Vicoden & Tramadol. I saw my Mother twice a week if I was lucky enough. The kids at school bullied me. Laughing at my weight & my scars. I used to be deathly skinny, fragile. That all seems like a far away memory now. Back when the only things I thought of were cigarettes, weed, pills, cutting, throwing up & suicide. 

Suicide was always one of my options, one I considered a lot. I remember talking about it once, and the girl I considered my best friend, dared me. She bet me sixty dollars I wouldn't. I didn't take the bet. I didn't really wanna die, but I felt like I didn't want to live, either. What do you do when you're so mentally fucked that you can't seem to decide whether or not you should be alive? You have all the opportunities to take your own life, yet you still contemplate whether to act on them or not. I've sat in my bed all night long sometimes, thinking about how or when. Who it would affect.. Who it wouldn't.

Drugs became a huge part in my life a few years ago. I'd do anything to get a nice high. I partied. Skipped school. My Dad had ran away with my Ma's lifes earnings and blew it all on booze and strippers, then took off without saying a word. Mama worked all the time now. She didn't seem to care what I did. I didn't get attention unless I was doing bad things, so why not continue doing them? No one could stop me all the way. Sure, cops could put a damper on my party for a little bit at a time, but they couldn't tell me whether or not to party. & I did. I became famous in my town for out drinking full grown men & out smoking anyone who said they could do it better. I made a lot of "friends". Basically, drug dealers. Who I tended to smoke a lot or drink a lot with. I never smoked alone. Only drank alone a couple times. When you're the Queen of Partying, you don't usually stay home. I'd go nights without coming home, only thinking of what my Ma would say. But it's funny, cause' she never said a damn thing. I always wished she would've though. She would've made an effort to be my Mother. She seemed like a distant roommate. She'd leave me money and she'd go to work. I wouldn't see her for days at a time and I became accustomed to that. That feeling of being alone is one of the hardest to overcome. The only time I felt good was when I was high or drunk. Of course, drugs led to sex. Sex was another amazing escape. I was never fully satisfied. 

It was always the same routine with the man I had sex with by choice. Nate, about 23 years old, total druggie & alcoholic. He collected SSI for his Bipolar Disorder and was a full time drug dealer. He'd sell you anything from marijuana to heroin. But, he liked me. He was into everything I was into. So we'd smoke some weed, smoke a cigarette, drink until we were drunk if we had any alcohol available to us, then we'd go into his bedroom, and he'd rip my clothes off.. You can finish there. Afterwards, we'd smoke again. & then I'd go somewhere else. I used to think he loved me. He didn't though. He loved the sex & drugs. & That's all he cared about. He didn't care where I went after he was done with me. It wasn't until a few months of him being on Ambian & lots of crack that he became someone else. Someone I didn't want to be around. He'd hit me. He'd burn me and cut me. He grabbed me by my hair, and forced me to give him oral sex, after that, he raped me. He raped me senseless, everything was torn, everything was bleeding & he smiled, that evil smile that once reminded me of a demon, sexy but evil. Dragging me by my hair he threw me into his bathtub, filling the excruicating hot water with rubbing alcohol and bleach, where he proceeded to shove a broom handle covered with a washcloth up inside me. Cleaning any proof I had of his rape. He punched me when I cried. Right in my jaw. My jaw still clicks from it, all the time. I tried not to cry, just like my Dad had instilled in me, but I couldn't help it. The pain was too great and he would just beat me harder and harder. Eventually, I must've passed out from the pain because I woke up in a ditch, naked, in freezing cold weather. Humiliated & hung over, I covered myself with what I could & limped down the long country road, praying someone would find me. Then laughing at the thought of a God who could allow something like this to happen. 

After about sixty cars passed, honking and some even laughing, a nice man pulled over, smoking a blunt. He asked if I needed a ride somewhere, and of course I did. Getting in his car, he grabbed a blanket from the back seat and laid it on me, he passed me the blunt and smiled, I nodded thankfully & inhaled. Turns out it was laced with cocaine. That trip didn't end until the next day, I slept with the guy who picked me up & didn't even ask his name, and he dropped me off at my only friend in the worlds house. James. James was the only one who stood by my side through everything. I loved him. He was the only man I could stand being around anymore. James made me feel safe. Walking up to his door, in nothing but a towel that guy had let me have, I shivered and cried as he let me in. Crying into his chest, I lost it, and broke down. I cried and cried until it began to hurt to breathe. James sat me down and brought me a pair of his boxers and a baggy tshirt to wear. I told him everything that happened, and cried and cried, he held me. He just held me and let me cry. I fell asleep on his chest. I woke up to him, looking down at me. He told me I talked in my sleep. He told me that he knows how I feel and that he is always there for me. But how do I know that? But how couldn't I know? He'd always been there. Since the day I met him we became best friends. James and I smoked a cigarette together, cuddled up in a blanket and he looked at me and I remember him asking if I was alright. I nodded, but inside I felt like I was dying. I looked at him and told him I was going to kill myself. 

After hours of talking through it, I decided against killing myself, but I begged to take a shower. I showered for an hour and a half. Scrubbing at my skin, scrubbing til' it was raw but I still felt dirty. To this day, I still feel dirty. I let those men do the things they did to me, all for drugs, all for a jolt of an emotion other than pain.. 

Today I am 17 months sober off of everything but marijuana and cigarettes. If you need someone to talk to, don't let it go on too late. Kik me : Fuck_Youuh_Barbie 
You're never as alone as you think you are.

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Jesus

Jesus    Read at least the first two lines....Never thought of it!    Jesus died over 2000 years ago. Nobody has ever referred to HIM as the late Jesus, Not even the heathens. Nowhere in history. Nowhere has HE ever been referred to in the past tense HE 'is' the Living God!    97% OF YOU WON'T SHARE THIS MESSAGE.   When Jesus died on the cross HE was thinking of you! If you are one of the 3% who will stand up for HIM, forward this. "May God Smile on You Today."

AN EAGLE KISS

AN EAGLE KISS  

This is the kind of story you need,

When it seems like the world is spiraling out of control…

 

Not many people get a picture of this proud bird,
Snuggled up next to them!

FREEDOM AND JEFF

Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings.
Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery;
It was broken in 4 places. She's my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken.

She was emaciated and covered in lice.

We made the decision to give her a chance at life,

So I took her to the vet's office.

From then on, I was always around her.

We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off,

and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper,  for her to lay in.

I used to sit and talk to her; Urging her to live, to fight;

and she would lay there looking at me, with those big brown eyes.
We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn't stand.

It got to the point where the decision was made,

to euthanize her, if she couldn't stand in a week.

You know you don't want to cross that line;

Between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning.

She was going to be put down that Friday,

and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday afternoon.

I didn't want to go to the center that Thursday;

Because I couldn't bear the thought of her being euthanized;
But, I went anyway,and when I walked in,

everyone was grinning from ear to ear.

I went immediately back to her cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle.

She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then.

That was a very good day. We knew she could never fly;

So the director asked me to glove train her.
I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses,

and we started doing education programs, 

for schools in western Washington .
We wound up in the newspapers,
radio (believe it or not) and some TV.

'Miracle Pets' even did a show about us.
In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed

with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.

I had stage 3; Which is not good

(one major organ plus everywhere);

So I wound up doing 8 months of chemo.

Lost the hair - the whole bit. I missed a lot of work.

When I felt good enough,

I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks.

Freedom would also come to me in my dreams,

and help me fight the cancer.

This happened time and time again.
Fast forward to November 2000.
The day after Thanksgiving, I went in for my last checkup.
I was told that if the cancer was not all gone,

after 8 rounds of chemo;

Then my last option was a stem cell transplant.

Anyway, they did the tests;

and I had to come back Monday for the results.

I went in Monday, and I was told that,

ALL THE CANCER WAS GONE.

                                                   So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey,

and take the big girl out for a walk.

It was misty and cold.

I went to her flight and jessed her up,

and we went out front to the top of the hill.

I hadn't said a word to Freedom;

But somehow she knew.

She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me,

to where I could feel them pressing in on my back,
(I was engulfed in eagle wings),

and she touched my nose with her beak,

and stared into my eyes,

and we just stood there like that for I don't know how long.

That was a magic moment.

We have been soul mates ever since she came in.

This is a very special bird.On a side note:

I have had people who were sick,

come up to us when we are out,

and Freedom has some kind of hold on them.

I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us,

and I let him hold her.
His knees just about buckled,

and he swore he could feel her power course through his body.

I have so many stories like that...
I never forget the honor I have of being so close
to such a magnificent spirit as Freedom.
Hope you enjoyed this!

A SMALL REQUEST..

93% won't forward; But I'm Sure You Will.
A small request.. Just one line...

All you are asked to do is keep this circulating.
Even if it's only to one more person.
In memory of anyone you know,

Who has been struck down by cancer,

Or is still living with it,

Or just someone who enjoys a GREAT STORY!

Make Your Friendship Last

Make Your Friendship Last

Learn to forgive. If you want your friendship to last, then you should be able to forgive your friend and to move forward. If you hold a grudge and let your bitterness and resentment build up, then you won't be able to move forward. Recognize that nobody's perfect and that if your friend is sincerely sorry and that if he or she didn't do something too horrible, that you should move past it.

• If your friend really did do something so unforgivable that you just can't get past it, then it's better to move on than to try to save the friendship when it's doomed. But this should happen very rarely.
• If you're angry at your friend but haven't told him or her why, you'll never be able to forgive him if you don't talk about it.

Accept your friend for who he or she is. To make your friendship thrive, you shouldn't try to change your friend or make your friend see the world from your perspective. If you're conservative and your friend is liberal, then accept that instead of trying to argue about it all the time. You should appreciate the fresh perspective your friend can bring to your experiences instead of wanting your friend to see everything from your perspective.

The more you are with one another, the less you idealize each other and the more you accept one another for who you really are. This is what being a truly good friend is really about –- caring deeply for each other, even if you know you're both full of flaws.

Go beyond the call of duty. A friend will wait while you do your homework. A great friend stays up all night helping. Remember that if you are a good friend, people want to be a good friend to you. Recognize the moments when you need to go above and beyond to help your friend and know that this will make your friendship grow, and that your friend will do the same for you in return.

 If your friend really needs you and keeps saying, "No, you don't have to do that..." learn to read between the lines and know that your friend really does need you.

 Stay in touch no matter what. As the years pass, people tend to grow apart. Maybe you and a friend will move to different places and only see each other every once in awhile. Sometimes years may elapse without much contact. If you never stop caring about your friend, speak up. He or she will be happy to hear from you. You were friends for a reason in the past, and you may find the same bond still ties you together.

• Don't let your location determine the strength of your bond. If your friendship is meaningful, then it should keep growing even if you're an ocean apart.
• Make a goal of having monthly phone or Skype dates with your friend even if you're in a completely different time zone. If keeping up with your friend becomes a routine, your relationship will continue to thrive.

 Let your friendship evolve. If you want to be a good friend, then you have to understand that your friendship won't be the same in high school, college, or in the adult world. Sure, when you were fourteen, you might have spent all of your time with your best friend, but by the time you went off to separate colleges or started your serious relationships, you naturally spent less time talking. This doesn't mean that your friendship isn't as strong; it just means that your lives are evolving, and your friendship is taking on a different shape over the years.

• Don't try to make your friendship be exactly the same as it was ten years ago. Think of it as elastic, not solid.
• If your friend is married with two kids or even just in a serious relationship and you're not, be respectful of the fact that, while your friend really cares for you, she won't be on call 24/7 like she used to be.
• Appreciate the changes your friendship has made over the years, and learn to grow along with your relationship.

 http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Good-Friend

golden words

"Champions aren't made in the gyms.
Champions are made from something they have
Deep inside them - a desire, a dream, a vision."
~Muhammad Ali~

"Every day offers you 10,000 reasons to cry, but if you can find
Just one reason to laugh then you will be all right." ~Maya Angelou~
Some people are making such thorough preparation
For rainy days that they aren't enjoying today's sunshine. ~William Feather~
"It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid to
Say and then don't say it." ~Sam Levenson~

Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear
Three kinds---

All they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to have.
 ~Edward Everett Hale~

"If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right,
You'll probably never do much of anything."
 ~Win Borden~

 

"What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me."
 ~Helen Keller~
 
"Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself." ~Doris Lessing~

Life is a glass given to us to fill;
A busy life is filling it with as much as it can hold;
A hurried life has had more poured into it than it can contain. 
   ~William Adams Brown~

"The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same.
 Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination."~Unknown~

Never give way to anger - otherwise in one moment you could
 Burn up the joy that you collected over a long period.  
 ~unknown~
 The most difficult thing I have ever had to do is follow the guidance I prayed for.~Albert Schweitzer~

"There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who
Face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other."~Douglas H. Everett

Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life,
 The whole aim and end of human existence.~Aristotle~