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primarie:


Have a history teacher explain this if they can.
Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
 
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.Both Presidents were shot in the head.Now it gets really weird.Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.Both were assassinated by Southerners.Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.Both assassins were known by their three names.Both names are composed of fifteen letters.Now hang on to your seat.Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made by “Ford.”Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.And here’s the “kicker”:A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.
 
AND……………….:Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse…Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater…
 I saw this had to share just in case anyone did not know.

I WILL NEVER CEASE TO REBLOG THIS

primarie:

Have a history teacher explain this if they can.


Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
 
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”
Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made by “Ford.”

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here’s the “kicker”:

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.
 
AND……………….:

Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse…
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater…
 
I saw this had to share just in case anyone did not know.

I WILL NEVER CEASE TO REBLOG THIS

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icandothedistance:

My boyfriend passed away Sunday March 2nd 2014. We were in a long distance relationship. Adam was from Tennessee and I am from New York. I had not seen him since August. He flew in Thursday February 27th to see me. He was supposed to come the weekend before but his flight was cancelled because of the weather. He came and we had the most amazing weekend. He took me out to a late Valentines Day dinner. We spent a lot of our time cuddling and watching movies. He surprised me Saturday night with a dozen roses. 
Saturday night to Sunday morning we talked and cuddled until 5am. At 5am we both said that we were tired and we were ready to get some sleep. He was staying in the guest room downstairs and my room was upstairs on the second floor. He walked me up to my room, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight and told me that he loved me. We continued to text from our rooms until 6:05am. 6:05 is when we finally said goodnight.
At 6:15 I heard a loud pounding at my door. It was Adam. He was crouched over and making groaning noises. I kept saying “Baby, what’s wrong?” But he couldn’t talk. I laid him down on the floor and went to call 911. I sat there next to him holding him until the police and ambulance came, but Adam stopped breathing before they made it to my house. I was the last person he saw. He took his last breaths in my arms. I had to watch the love of my life die right before my eyes, right outside of my bedroom door. 
They tried to revive him but they couldn’t. 
Adam has had a history of heart problems. When he was 8 he had a surgery to close a tear in his heart. After the surgery they told him that he would live and long and healthy life. The cause of Adam’s death was the tear they closed in his heart so many years ago ruptured. The doctors said the only way he could have been saved was if he was on an operating table at the moment it happened. They said even if he had an MRI the week before, they wouldn’t have been able to detect that the tear would rupture. There was nothing anyone could do.

I flew to Tennessee for the funeral. I met his family and friends for the first time. They were so sweet to me and kept thanking me, telling me that ever since he met me he has been the happiest that they have ever seen him. They thanked me for giving him the most amazing last few days of his life. His parents told me that I’m the closest thing to Adam that they have now. His dad kept hugging me and kissing me on the head. The mom told me that she considers me a daughter in law. I sat with the family at the funeral and had to say goodbye to the love of my life. 
Now all I have left of him is a few sweatshirts of his, some cologne and the love letters he wrote me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was only 21. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. We had a future. He told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and I guess he did. But I wanted the same. How am I supposed to move on from this and be happy? 
I know one day I will be reunited with him in heaven, and until then I have a guardian angel. My guardian angel. 
You used to call me your perfect little angel, but I know now that you were the angel. You are an angel. My angel. My perfect little angel. I love you baby boy and I will never ever forget you. I’m sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. You were my everything, my entire world. If  I could I would have taken your place in a heart beat. I will never forget you. 
Rest In Peace Adam Pappas <3 I love you with all of my heart. Please watch over me. I love you always and I will always carry a piece of you wherever I go. 
If you have read this entire post than please keep me and his family in your thoughts and prayers. <3 

icandothedistance:

My boyfriend passed away Sunday March 2nd 2014. We were in a long distance relationship. Adam was from Tennessee and I am from New York. I had not seen him since August. He flew in Thursday February 27th to see me. He was supposed to come the weekend before but his flight was cancelled because of the weather. He came and we had the most amazing weekend. He took me out to a late Valentines Day dinner. We spent a lot of our time cuddling and watching movies. He surprised me Saturday night with a dozen roses. 

Saturday night to Sunday morning we talked and cuddled until 5am. At 5am we both said that we were tired and we were ready to get some sleep. He was staying in the guest room downstairs and my room was upstairs on the second floor. He walked me up to my room, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight and told me that he loved me. We continued to text from our rooms until 6:05am. 6:05 is when we finally said goodnight.

At 6:15 I heard a loud pounding at my door. It was Adam. He was crouched over and making groaning noises. I kept saying “Baby, what’s wrong?” But he couldn’t talk. I laid him down on the floor and went to call 911. I sat there next to him holding him until the police and ambulance came, but Adam stopped breathing before they made it to my house. I was the last person he saw. He took his last breaths in my arms. I had to watch the love of my life die right before my eyes, right outside of my bedroom door. 

They tried to revive him but they couldn’t. 

Adam has had a history of heart problems. When he was 8 he had a surgery to close a tear in his heart. After the surgery they told him that he would live and long and healthy life. The cause of Adam’s death was the tear they closed in his heart so many years ago ruptured. The doctors said the only way he could have been saved was if he was on an operating table at the moment it happened. They said even if he had an MRI the week before, they wouldn’t have been able to detect that the tear would rupture. There was nothing anyone could do.

I flew to Tennessee for the funeral. I met his family and friends for the first time. They were so sweet to me and kept thanking me, telling me that ever since he met me he has been the happiest that they have ever seen him. They thanked me for giving him the most amazing last few days of his life. His parents told me that I’m the closest thing to Adam that they have now. His dad kept hugging me and kissing me on the head. The mom told me that she considers me a daughter in law. I sat with the family at the funeral and had to say goodbye to the love of my life. 

Now all I have left of him is a few sweatshirts of his, some cologne and the love letters he wrote me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was only 21. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. We had a future. He told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and I guess he did. But I wanted the same. How am I supposed to move on from this and be happy? 

I know one day I will be reunited with him in heaven, and until then I have a guardian angel. My guardian angel. 

You used to call me your perfect little angel, but I know now that you were the angel. You are an angel. My angel. My perfect little angel. I love you baby boy and I will never ever forget you. I’m sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. You were my everything, my entire world. If  I could I would have taken your place in a heart beat. I will never forget you. 

Rest In Peace Adam Pappas <3 I love you with all of my heart. Please watch over me. I love you always and I will always carry a piece of you wherever I go. 

If you have read this entire post than please keep me and his family in your thoughts and prayers. <3 

deathishauntedbyhumans
slowfedex:

So I came home from school a few days ago and found this on one of the cabinets in my house. 
See about three years ago my parents decided to go on a big push to get healthy. At the time we were all really overweight, it was a good idea. Our motto became “Eat less. Exercise more.” This was reasonable, because we often had thirds in every meal, and I couldn’t run to my mail box without getting out of breath.Since that time between the four members of my family we’ve lost a hundred and sixty pounds. I am muscled, curvy, and a weight I love. I exercise four days a week, usually boxing early in the morning before school. Usually in the course of a day I’ll eat two pieces of toast, a sandwich and a fruit, and a small piece of meet with a couple vegetables. 
My parents are not impressed. At one time, they always repeated to me “healthy at any weight”, but now it has turned not to being healthy to be healthy, but lose weight lose weight lose weight. 
My eleven year old sister and I have started working with each other to sneak food into our rooms that they won’t notice we’ve taken.
The other day, I didn’t wake up at five before school to work out, and my dad yelled at me, making me promise to work out an extra day that week. 
My dad picks apart my lunch in the morning. Recently, they started giving me only half a sandwich. 
A few days ago, my sister went to get a cheese stick after school, and my mother told her that if she ate it, it would be her entire dinner. My sister ate it, and didn’t get dinner. 
My parents told me I need to get a personal trainer so I can “improve faster”. 
My family has a history of eating disorders, and everyday my family seems more and more anorexic. I’m scared for both myself and my younger sister. Both of us try to not eat, because we get approval from our parents for being “more healthy”. I’ve stopped eating lunch, trying to loose weight so that they will be nicer to me. 
I don’t think my parents realize that they’re fostering eating disorders, but the other day I tried to make myself puke, because they treat food like poison. 
I was wondering if you could reblog this if you think this sounds unhealthy, because I keep trying to talk myself out of thinking that it is. 

slowfedex:

So I came home from school a few days ago and found this on one of the cabinets in my house. 

See about three years ago my parents decided to go on a big push to get healthy. At the time we were all really overweight, it was a good idea. Our motto became “Eat less. Exercise more.” This was reasonable, because we often had thirds in every meal, and I couldn’t run to my mail box without getting out of breath.

Since that time between the four members of my family we’ve lost a hundred and sixty pounds. I am muscled, curvy, and a weight I love. I exercise four days a week, usually boxing early in the morning before school. Usually in the course of a day I’ll eat two pieces of toast, a sandwich and a fruit, and a small piece of meet with a couple vegetables. 

My parents are not impressed. At one time, they always repeated to me “healthy at any weight”, but now it has turned not to being healthy to be healthy, but lose weight lose weight lose weight. 

My eleven year old sister and I have started working with each other to sneak food into our rooms that they won’t notice we’ve taken.

The other day, I didn’t wake up at five before school to work out, and my dad yelled at me, making me promise to work out an extra day that week. 

My dad picks apart my lunch in the morning. Recently, they started giving me only half a sandwich. 

A few days ago, my sister went to get a cheese stick after school, and my mother told her that if she ate it, it would be her entire dinner. My sister ate it, and didn’t get dinner. 

My parents told me I need to get a personal trainer so I can “improve faster”. 

My family has a history of eating disorders, and everyday my family seems more and more anorexic. I’m scared for both myself and my younger sister. Both of us try to not eat, because we get approval from our parents for being “more healthy”. 

I’ve stopped eating lunch, trying to loose weight so that they will be nicer to me. 

I don’t think my parents realize that they’re fostering eating disorders, but the other day I tried to make myself puke, because they treat food like poison. 

I was wondering if you could reblog this if you think this sounds unhealthy, because I keep trying to talk myself out of thinking that it is. 

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tyleroakley:

twentyfourthdropout:

petercapalldi:

MY PRINCIPAL CALLED EVERYONE IN THE SCHOOL AND LEFT THIS MESSAGE HELP I CANT BREATHE

Can someone please make a remix

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