This is a picture of my friend Becky. She used to be a happy, popular girl until one night she snorted marijuana at a party. She died instantly. Please, don’t do marijuana. It’s the most dangerous drug out there. Please don’t wind up like Becky.
pretty sure that’s Taylor Swift
no its becky
1. That’s Taylor Swift. 2. YOU CANNOT DIE FROM MARIJUANA USE UNLESS YOU SMOKE 1500 POUNDS IN AN HOUR. 1500 POUNDS. THAT’S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE. STOP SPREADING PROPAGANDA ABOUT SOMETHING YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.
His voice is deep and it rumbles. "What’s your name?""Um…" I don’t know why I hesistate. But “Beatrice” just doesn’t sound right anymore. "Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. "You don’t get to pick again." A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly. [ … ] The boy–Four–looks over his shoulder and shouts. "First jumper–Tris!" [ … ] Four sets a hand on my back and says, "Welcome to Dauntless."
Mthy spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.