March 2011
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PRESS PLAY. TOO TOUCHING.
:’(
It’s been a year daddy
I really really miss you
mommy says your in safe now
in a beautiful place named heaven
we have your favorite dinner tonight
I ate it all up
even though i don’t like carrots
I learned how to swim this summer
I can even open my eyes when im under water
can’t you see me?
Istarted kindergarden this year
I carry around a picture of us in my blue’s clue’s lunch box
you are the greatest daddy
I can swing on the swing by myself
even though i miss you pushing me
can’t you see me?
I miss how you used to tickle me
tickle my belly
my belly hurts
I try not to cry
mommy says its ok
I know you dont like it when i cry
You never wanted me to be sad
I try daddy but it hurts
Is it true your not coming home?
Maybe some day, i can visit you in heaven, ok?
Its time for me to go to bed now
Isleep with the light on,just in case you come home
and kiss me goodnight
Ilove you so much
Imiss you daddyOkay. this seriously made me cry . :(
omg. im crying :’(
I MISS OUR PEACE RETREEEEEAAAAAAT!
;(
I’m literally crying when I listen to this :’((
“somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you’re hit by the realization that you can’t be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less”
—cecelia ahern
“We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.”
—cecelia ahern
See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? ... He couldn't do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide. See that girl, with her face caked in make up? ... She's bullied, she needs to feel beautiful. See him, the one who wears long sleeves everyday? ... He covers his arms to hide the scars. See her, with the cheap, hand-me-down clothes? ... Her family can't afford food for half the month, let alone get brand names. See the girl who laughs and smiles at every little thing? ... She cries herself to sleep every night. Wonder why she never lets her friends over her house? ... Because she's afraid they'll see her dad passed out drunk on the floor, as always. See how that girl cringes at rape jokes? ... She was raped. See the boy who everyone goes to for advice? ... He wishes someone would do the same for him. See the girl who never brings a lunch? ... She's disgusted by her body. See her, with the little waist? ... She goes to the bathroom and forces herself to throw up so that she can keep her waist that way. See the boy over there, see the dark circles under his eyes? ... He has insomnia, he fears what he'll see in his dreams. See that girl daydreaming over there? ... She has schizophrenia. See the boy biting his nails? ... He has cancer and he's wondering how much time he has left. See your best friend? ... She's addicted to drugs, but she can't tell you because you wont understand. See that boy reading all about 9/11? ... His parents died on that day. See her, with her phone on her at all times? ... She's waiting for a call saying her sister was found after a kidnapping 4 years ago. Don't judge.
“It’s actually hurts to think about someone who you used to talk everyday, all the time, but now, you barely talk to that person for unknown reasons.”
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“In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.”
—haruki murakami - sputnik sweetheart
“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything”
—haruki murakami
