Marwan and Khaled bridal 2015
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Janaina Medeiros
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Marwan and Khaled bridal 2015
Looking back on 2015
1: What did you do in 2015 that you’d never done before?
2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
3: Did anyone close to you give birth?
4: Did anyone close to you die?
5: What countries did you visit?
6: What would you like to have in 2016 that you lacked in 2015
7: What dates from 2015 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
8: What was your biggest achievement of the year?
9: What was your biggest failure?
10: Did you suffer illness or injury?
11: What was the best thing you bought?
12: Whose behaviour merited celebration?
13: Whose behaviour made you appalled?
14: Where did most of your money go?
15: What did you get really, really, really excited about?
16: What song will always remind you of 2015?
17: Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? (c) richer or poorer?
18: What do you wish you’d done more of?
19: What do you wish you’d done less of?
20: How did you spend Christmas?
21: Did you fall in love in 2015?
22: What was your favourite TV program?
23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
24: What was the best book you read?
25: What was your greatest musical discovery?
26: What did you want and get?
27: What did you want and not get?
28: What was your favourite film of this year?
29: What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2015?
31: What kept you sane?
32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
33: What political issue stirred you the most?
34: Who did you miss?
35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2015.
36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Watch: This is exactly how it should be — especially her response to the guy she she slept with (Matt McGorry).
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raise your hands if you have jealousy issues and although u try your hardest not to be like ‘i liked the thing first’ you still get mad upset sometimes
According to the song Seasons of Love from RENT, there are 525,600 minutes a year.
One line later, there are “525,000 Moments so dear”.
So, doing the math, we can glean that there are 600 moments which aren’t so dear.
And I think I just used one of them by walking in on my boss who forgot to lock the bathroom stall.
this post did not even remotely go in the direction I was expecting it to
*dosent notice typo until post has 200 notes*
the most disgusting thing about having a crush is that all your bullshit daydreams now have a face. every single thing you can think of and it’s always the same asshole
Shout out to the people with mediocre talents
The people who can carry a tune but don’t have a remarkable voice
The people who can draw more than stick figures but can’t develop their own style
The people who have a decent imagination but no idea how to write it all out (or vice versa)
The people who can play covers of songs but can’t write their own music
The people who can dance with choreography but not freely
The people who can do sports but never make the team
The people who are good- that just don’t feel good enough
“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
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