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“He knelt on his neck till he couldn’t breathe but the Hennessy killed him” by KingPZe MORE MEMES

Knelt: “He knelt on his neck till he couldn’t breathe but the Hennessy killed him”
Knelt: “He knelt on his neck till he couldn’t breathe but the Hennessy killed him”

“He knelt on his neck till he couldn’t breathe but the Hennessy killed him”

Knelt: Girl: dad sing me a song from ur generation Me: k. *clears throat*yea that's why l fucked ur bitch u fat motherfucker Girl: oh my god Me: WEST SIDE eFun vert You wanted it: Squidward..." Spongebob was in Squidward's doorway. "What are you doing here? How much did you hear?" Spongebob looked down and stare at his shoes. "I wanted to see if you could play with me because Patrick is busy...i heard everything.." The only noise in the room was Squidward's silent crying. Finally, Spongebob spoke. "Squidward...I-i had...no idea you felt that way." Spongebob walked over to Squidward and sat down next to him. He placed his hand on Squidward's hand, sending a shock up Squidward's spine. "And i have to admit..." Spongebob looked at Squidward. "i feel the same...I-i love you, Squidward." Silence. Pure silence. Until Squidward grabbed Spongebob and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short and sweet. Spongebob's eyes popped open with shock, but he closed him when he realized what was going on. When Squidward pulled away, Spongebob whispered, barely audible, "more." Squidward obeyed, and pulled him in closer. Squidward started to rub Spongebob's chest while kissing him. Spongebob made a slight moan. "Squidward. I want you. I need you." That's all Squidward needed to hear. He knelt down and unzipped Spongebob's square pants and put them to the side. Spongebob pulled Squidward's lips towards him for another kiss. He needed to kiss him, to feel his wet, warm lips against his. While they were kissing, Squidward started to caress Spongebob's bulge, causing Spongebob to release another moan of pleasure. Squidward walked over to his bed and grabbed some pillows and put them on the floor. He gently lied Spongebob on them. He kissed Spongebob's lips, then started leaving tiny kisses on his chest all the way down to his bulge. Squidward looked at Spongebob, almost teasingly. Squidward got on top of Spongebob and started to rub his bulge against Spongebob's. Their breathing got heavier. Spongebob started to bump his bulge into Squidward's. They went faster and faster. "Squidward...I think i'm gonna...cum." Squidward smirked. "We can't have that just yet, can we? We have only just begun." Squidward slowed down and got off of Spongebob. He laid a tiny kiss on Spongebob, making Spongebob shudder.
Knelt: Girl: dad sing me a song from ur
 generation
 Me: k. *clears throat*yea that's why l
 fucked ur bitch u fat motherfucker
 Girl: oh my god
 Me: WEST SIDE
 eFun
 vert
You wanted it: Squidward..." Spongebob was in Squidward's doorway. "What are you doing here? How much did you hear?" Spongebob looked down and stare at his shoes. "I wanted to see if you could play with me because Patrick is busy...i heard everything.." The only noise in the room was Squidward's silent crying. Finally, Spongebob spoke. "Squidward...I-i had...no idea you felt that way." Spongebob walked over to Squidward and sat down next to him. He placed his hand on Squidward's hand, sending a shock up Squidward's spine. "And i have to admit..." Spongebob looked at Squidward. "i feel the same...I-i love you, Squidward." Silence. Pure silence. Until Squidward grabbed Spongebob and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short and sweet. Spongebob's eyes popped open with shock, but he closed him when he realized what was going on. When Squidward pulled away, Spongebob whispered, barely audible, "more." Squidward obeyed, and pulled him in closer. Squidward started to rub Spongebob's chest while kissing him. Spongebob made a slight moan. "Squidward. I want you. I need you." That's all Squidward needed to hear. He knelt down and unzipped Spongebob's square pants and put them to the side. Spongebob pulled Squidward's lips towards him for another kiss. He needed to kiss him, to feel his wet, warm lips against his. While they were kissing, Squidward started to caress Spongebob's bulge, causing Spongebob to release another moan of pleasure. Squidward walked over to his bed and grabbed some pillows and put them on the floor. He gently lied Spongebob on them. He kissed Spongebob's lips, then started leaving tiny kisses on his chest all the way down to his bulge. Squidward looked at Spongebob, almost teasingly. Squidward got on top of Spongebob and started to rub his bulge against Spongebob's. Their breathing got heavier. Spongebob started to bump his bulge into Squidward's. They went faster and faster. "Squidward...I think i'm gonna...cum." Squidward smirked. "We can't have that just yet, can we? We have only just begun." Squidward slowed down and got off of Spongebob. He laid a tiny kiss on Spongebob, making Spongebob shudder.

You wanted it: Squidward..." Spongebob was in Squidward's doorway. "What are you doing here? How much did you hear?" Spongebob looked dow...

Knelt: 00000 Sprint ? 3:37 PM pinknews.co.uk A US pastor has threatened to set himself on fire to stop loving gay couples from being legally recognised. Texas pastor Rick Scarborough made the claim ahead of arrandcipateduling from the Supreme Court later this month - which could bring same-sex marriage to all 50 states including Texas. Four Scientists and a Cat Cram Into One Phone Booth. Watch... Some Cats Produce Strong Odors. Promoted by Purina® - Tidy Cats® Share on facebook Trending 00000 Sprint ? 3:38 PM A Texas minister set himself on fi... Rev. Charles Moore. (Courtesy of the Moore family) One Monday in June, 79-year-old Charles Moore, a retired United Methodist minister, drove to Grand Saline, Tex., his childhood home town some 70 miles east of Dallas. He pulled into a strip mall parking lot, knelt down on a small piece of foam and doused himself with gasoline. Then, witnesses said, he set himself on fire. See Our Coupons Get Coupons Buttalo Seminary localsaver Buffalo, NY upallnighttoogetbucky: Hey, can you all stop reblogging that post about the Texas minister who actually killed himself because the guy that threatened it is a different fella than the guy that went through with it. The guy that went through with it actually did it as a way to try and bring to light the racism in hometown and America as a whole. He wasn’t against marriage equality at all. Celebrating his death, his suicide, is actually awful as hell and shameful. He wasn’t the bad guy.
Knelt: 00000 Sprint ?
 3:37 PM
 pinknews.co.uk
 A US pastor has threatened to
 set himself on fire to stop loving
 gay couples from being legally
 recognised.
 Texas pastor Rick Scarborough made the
 claim ahead of arrandcipateduling
 from the Supreme Court later this month
 - which could bring same-sex marriage
 to all 50 states including Texas.
 Four Scientists and a Cat Cram
 Into One Phone Booth. Watch...
 Some Cats Produce Strong Odors.
 Promoted by Purina® - Tidy Cats®
 Share on facebook
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 00000 Sprint ?
 3:38 PM
 A Texas minister set himself on fi...
 Rev. Charles Moore. (Courtesy of the Moore family)
 One Monday in June, 79-year-old Charles Moore,
 a retired United Methodist minister, drove to
 Grand Saline, Tex., his childhood home town
 some 70 miles east of Dallas. He pulled into a
 strip mall parking lot, knelt down on a small piece
 of foam and doused himself with gasoline.
 Then, witnesses said, he set himself on fire.
 See Our Coupons
 Get Coupons
 Buttalo Seminary
 localsaver
 Buffalo, NY
upallnighttoogetbucky:

Hey, can you all stop reblogging that post about the Texas minister who actually killed himself because the guy that threatened it is a different fella than the guy that went through with it. The guy that went through with it actually did it as a way to try and bring to light the racism in hometown and America as a whole. He wasn’t against marriage equality at all. 

Celebrating his death, his suicide, is actually awful as hell and shameful. He wasn’t the bad guy.

upallnighttoogetbucky: Hey, can you all stop reblogging that post about the Texas minister who actually killed himself because the guy t...

Knelt: Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader. themetapicture.com more awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM elletromil: cant-catch-this-snitch: castiels-hunter: caffine-addict: themeeg: tin-pan-ali: taking-the-tardis-to-asgard: mymahoganymyrules: maslab: jykinturah: nomiros: takeshitakenji: “Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.” Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die” oh my god I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall. I’m almost afraid to want it. John Green, we’re waiting. “So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.” I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal. You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?” I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell. “Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.” Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench. “… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.” Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice. “Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.” You ask me if I’m afraid. And oddly, I’m not. “No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.” It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.  You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper. I realize that we don’t have a lot of time. “Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.” You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand. There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen. “You can do it.” For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you. The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying. “I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.” The end. SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL Plot Twist:  “I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible. “Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?” She could only choke out, “You’re real?” I’M SCREAMING FUCK IT GOT BETTER I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.
Knelt: Someone should write
 a book where the main
 character slowly falls
 in love with the reader.
 themetapicture.com
 more awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM
elletromil:

cant-catch-this-snitch:

castiels-hunter:

caffine-addict:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Plot Twist: 
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?”  Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”

I’M SCREAMING

FUCK IT GOT BETTER

I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.

elletromil: cant-catch-this-snitch: castiels-hunter: caffine-addict: themeeg: tin-pan-ali: taking-the-tardis-to-asgard: mymahogany...

Knelt: youcanfindmeincamelot: studythesnow: The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn’t hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passerby.The young man stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.Dazed, the man looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young girl from floor six.“Hey!”“Sorry!” She called down. The man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, “Wait right there!”The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .“Is this your shoe?” He asked though he already knew the answer.The girl bowed deeply, “I’m so sorry.”The man sighed “Sit down,” he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.She nearly shrieked when the man knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.“W-what are you doing?!” She asked in a surprised voice when the man took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her foot.Still kneeling, the man glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. “It is a gentleman’s duty to return a woman’s shoe.” He explained simply.The man stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl’s cheeks. “T-thank you…”A smile tugged at the man’s lips. “No need to thank me.”“Wha—” The girl began to ask when the man placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards. Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the man’s retreating back. oH MY GOD
Knelt: youcanfindmeincamelot:

studythesnow:

The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn’t hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passerby.The young man stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.Dazed, the man looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young girl from floor six.“Hey!”“Sorry!” She called down. The man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, “Wait right there!”The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .“Is this your shoe?” He asked though he already knew the answer.The girl bowed deeply, “I’m so sorry.”The man sighed “Sit down,” he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.She nearly shrieked when the man knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.“W-what are you doing?!” She asked in a surprised voice when the man took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her foot.Still kneeling, the man glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. “It is a gentleman’s duty to return a woman’s shoe.” He explained simply.The man stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl’s cheeks. “T-thank you…”A smile tugged at the man’s lips. “No need to thank me.”“Wha—” The girl began to ask when the man placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards.
Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the man’s retreating back.

oH MY GOD

youcanfindmeincamelot: studythesnow: The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building....