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JOREEN APRIL TOOOOT
currently 15. photographer. digital artist.

internet addiction! and lotsalotsa boringness more.
w00tw00t!
:3 call me crazy!


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Current obsessions.
Owl city. Rainbows. Hellboy!
Sanuks? Colored nails. Drawing. making ragdolls. :D etceteraetcetera!



Kisses in a Box
This isn't mine by the way. It's an email i got a long time ago. Just wanted to share. :) Prepare to be touched.



The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner," Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

here i go again. :P


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