I miss being a kid. I miss birthday parties in class with cupcakes and spelling tests with the extra credit word being ‘happiness’. I miss being able to run around playing tag all day without getting tired then putting my head on the pillow at night and falling asleep right away with no worries or cares. I miss eating however much I wanted without a thought, and curling up on the couch with a good book and not getting up until it was done. I miss running home to watch Disney channel and waking up on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons. I miss not being stressed, when everything was pure and simple. But what I miss most of all, is that time never seemed to run out.
Are you serious right now? I’m a fully certified neurosurgeon. I can break into people’s heads and rewire their brains and tamper with their memory, no problem. But this? This juice box? This sugary drink marketed for eight year olds? No. Sticking a straw into this juice container is apparently just too much for me to handle without fucking it up. I’m done. I quit. Goodbye.
This is like, worse than mudering people!
I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call. I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was. A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?” I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.” I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?” This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say. She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”
And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.
reblogging just for the caption, omg.
crying because of the caption omfgomfg this story is making me cry
awww i’m about to cry ;(
This is an elderly man who lives in my town. His wife died back in 2008. And every single day since then he has visited her at the graveyard. No matter if it is raining, thunder storming, snowing or sunny, he brings a lawn chair with him and flowers and sits down by her grave for multiple hours of the day. 365 days a year you can find him out there. It would mean the world to me if everyone could get his story out there, to let people know, true love does exist and last.
I absolutely hate how the media has created a mold for what every girl should look like. Every single person is different and perfect the way they are. Not everyone can have a thigh gap or hip bones. Those things don’t make you beautiful. If you have them, great! There’s nothing wrong with having them, but nobody has to have them.
It’s being put into young girls’ heads that they must look a certain way or they won’t be considered beautiful. Everyone is beautiful. Love yourself and never let anyone tell you differently.