Hi everyone.

I'm UnbreakableRose. Y'all can call me Rose.

I started using to influence my writing ability. I do have to say that I'm much better at one-shots than I am at longer stories.I'll try to improve on that.

Name:Div. Well, that's just a nickname.

Born:You'll NEVER know

Birthday: April

Favorite color:Blue

Hobbies: Reading, writing, playing flute,etc.

My favorite books: The Shatter Me series, The Sisters Grimm,Fishbowl,The Tudor Arrow, The Theodosia series, The White Dolphin, etc.

My favorite authors: Jean Plaidy,Micheal Buckley, R.L Lafevers,etc.

My favorite manga: Fairy Tail, Fullmetal Alchemist, Fullmoon, Hana-Kimi, Bleach, etc. (meaning I cannot remember)

My favorite anime: FMA, FT,Bleach, etc.

My favorite Vocaloid: The Kagamine Twins, Miku, Gakupo.

My favorite pets: CATS. PERIOD. I'm afraid of dogs. Sorry.

My favorite artists:Three Days Grace, Fall out Boy, AMBER,P!NK, Ke$ha,The Pretty Reckless, Demi Lovato, AOA, BTS, GOT7, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, 2NE1 (only their slower songs), BIGBANG, Vixx, Seventeen, Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Lana del Ray, Garnidelia, BABYMETAL,Twice, SHINee, Rookiez is Punk'd, BLACKPINK, Jay Park (I know- DON'T JUDGE), Gray (of AOMG),Triple H, Pentagon, KARD, EXID, FTISLAND, Monsta X, etc.

She was pushed. She was pushed down a sewer.

About 6 years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by 5 girls in her school, trying to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school, during a fire drill. When Carmen didn't submerge, the police were called. They brought up 17 year old Carmen's body. Her neck was broken from hitting the ladder, then concrete at the bottom.The girls told everyone that Carmen fell. Sadly, everyone believed them.

Please re-post this!!!!!!!!! Go to the following link for more information:/u/6022926/Skygirl4

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night his friends talked him out if suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you called ugly because of his scars? That man fought for our country.

See that boy you always made fun of for being sick? He has to walk home in the snow because his family is so poor.

Re-post this if you are against bullying.

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you cry if I left?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Choose--me or your life

Boy: My life

Girl runs away in shock and pain and Boy runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.

The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.

The reason I don't want you is because I need you.

The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.

The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.

The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.

The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.

This is super sweet. Really... If you read it and think that it's sweet, copy and paste it into your profile!

I wish -sniff- someone would -sniff- do this -sob- for me! -sob-

A girl and guy were speeding over 100 M.P.H. on a motorcycle

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down!

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gives him a big hug.

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it and only one survived.

The truth was, that halfway down the road, the guy realized his brake wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died.

Copy this onto your profile if you would do the same thing for someone you love.

Friends

FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella.
BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say 'RUN ,BITCH ,RUN!'

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying "THAT WAS FRICKING AWESOME!!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Won't tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when you're not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your crap and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's butt that left you.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when your crush rejects you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to the person and say 'It's because you're gay/straight isn't it?'

FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this crappp!!

95% of teens would cry if they saw the Jonas Brothers at the top of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this if you are part of the 5% that would sit there with popcorn and a camera and yell, "DO A FLIP!!!

If Justin Bieber shaved his head bald, 95% of girls would cry. Copy and paste this if you are the 5% running up and down the street screaming, "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!"

98% of Girls would cry if Justin Bieber dissapeared off the face of the Earth. Post this on your page if you are one of the 2% that would run around the house screaming: "Yay! I'll never have to hear his irritating voice ever again!"

98% of the girls in the world would die if Robert Pattinson was kidnapped. 1.9% of them would be laughing their socks off. 0.1% of them would be snickering and poking their new hostage with a stick. I'm in the 1.9% catagory.

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their asses off at the others.

90 percent of teens would have a breakdown if Miley Cyrus was standing on the edge of a 6 story building. Copy and paste this if you'd be one of the 10 percent yelling "Jump!"

You see a kid abusing a puppy with a baseball bat. 97% of people would yell "STOP!" 2% of them would cheer, 1% of them would take the baseball bat and hit the kid then take the puppy to the vet. Post this on you profile if you are that 1%... It isn't my fault that that boy died! I swear, I wasn't trying to break his neck with the bat!

Some people say they are big readers. That they're so into books it's not funny. However the only way to tell is if they 1) Suddenly gasp when something exciting happens in the book. 2) Start talking to the book because that's not how they want the book to go. 3) Hurl the book across the room when one of their favorite characters dies. 4) When you find out when the next book is coming out, you pre-order it... Even if the release date is next year. Copy and paste this if you are one of these people. I do all four...

My name is Tiffany,

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid,

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,

I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong,

I can’t speak at all,

Or else I'm locked up,

All day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone.

The house is dark,

My folks aren’t home.

When my mommy does come home,

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called.

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try to hide

From his evil eyes.

I’m so afraid now,

I’m starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,

And yells at me more,

I finally get free,

And run to the door.

He’s already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues,

With more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!", I scream,

But its now much to late.

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,

Again and again.

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops,

And heads for the door

While I lay there motionless,

Brawled on the floor.

My name is Tiffany.

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

And you can help

Sickens me top the soul,

And if you read this,

and don’t pass it on,

I pray for your forgiveness,

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be effected

By this Poem.

And because you are effected,

Do something about it!

So all I ask you to do,

Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, PLEASE, PASS THIS ON!!

Hi, my name is Kazu.

I like writing and I like athletics.

I am running down the road

I suddenly tripped over.

I come home with a scatch on my knee.

My mummy begins to worry.

I tell her I am fine.

She sighs and says OK.

I am at school,

When suddenly I fall and hit a tree.

I am sent to the sickbay,

Then I am sent home.

Mummy takes me to the doctors.

The doctors tell Mummy something.

Mummy starts to cry.

I tell her it's OK.

I'm not going to die.

She tells me I am starting,

Starting to be slower.

I don't know what it means.

But I have become sick.

I tell Mummy it's OK.

I will become better.

Mummy starts to cry.

Do I have cancer?

Mummy says no.

Then what do I suppose?

As a year had past,

I struggle to walk,

My speech is getting slower,

It's hard for me to talk,

My friends like to help me,

My classmates like to run,

But I have to sit down,

And watch them have fun.

Then one day my teacher

Comes to see mummy.

Daddy comes out.

And starts to get all snotty.

The teacher tells my parents.

I can no longer go to school.

My motion is too slow.

I ask the teacher slowly.

I am sorry I am useless.

I start to cry and beg her.

I want to go to school.

The teacher gives a smile.

And tells me she is sorry.

The school can't really help me.

The words were so cruel.

The day I had to leave.

My friends and classmates cried.

The boys upon the windows,

Wave to me goodbye.

I smile and sit in the car.

I am taken to a school.

A school with special people.

Just like me and you.

I start to have some fun.

I made a lot of friends.

As many years passed again.

I talk too slow to understand.

I cannot run anymore.

And I struggle to even stand.

I cannot write in my diary.

My motion is too slow.

Then one day I am sent

To the hospital again.

Now many years have passed.

I lie in a warm bed.

I cannot move my body.

I cannot move again.

I talk very slowly.

I cannot move my head.

My mummy sits there crying.

My daddy looks depressed.

I ask my mummy sadly,

Am I going to die?

My mother holds my hand,

Yells and starts to cry.

A few more years later,

I have to shut my eyes.

I cannot talk or move.

I seem to have died.

Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?'

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mommy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But Mommy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry Mommy I had to go, but Mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mommy please tell Daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mommy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mommy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mommy why'd it have to be me, no one deserves this

Mommy warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss

And Mommy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mommy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But Mommy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mommy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mommy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mommy I wanted to live

But Mommy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mommy tell my Chris

I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you Mommy I always have

I know you know it's true

Mommy all I wanted to say is "Mommy I love you"

In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart

For the people that didn't get to say "Goodbye"

Now you have two choices:

1). Re-post and show you care

2). Ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

Please read this, I promise it won’t give you a curse or anything like that- if you believe in all that stuff- it is just a really touching story.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working on the corner because no one will hire a transsexual women.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother's hand through the pain, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let in my 27 partner into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the most loving family I ever had; I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for 3 weeks, and in another year, I'll be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks after graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.
We are the couple who have the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom to go into so no one will call management.
I am the mother not allowed to see her children that I gave birth to, nursed and raised because the court says I'm an unfit mother since I live with another women.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who suddenly had the support system go cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner was also a women.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who had no support because I am a male.
I am the father who never hugged his own son in fear of showing affection for another male.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me when they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped going to church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their door on my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what the world needs, love.
I am the person who is afraid to tell his Christian parents that he loves another male.

RE-POST IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG.
There aren't enough supporters! The world survives on love, yet we reject it? Spread the word!

(this made me cry)