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OH MY GOD YES FINALLY
Reblogged from tiny tornadoes don't hold back
DUH.
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Ten years ago my son was born weighing just 1 pound 6 ounces. He fit from the top of his head to his rump perfectly in my hand. I know this because the day he was born I was his nurse who admitted him into the NICU where I work. For better or for worse, his bio parents walked away after he was born fearing that because of his extreme premature birth he would be damaged. Two days later I realized that I had fallen in love with my patient. Two weeks later my husband declared that he too was in love with this baby boy. Two months later we held him in our arms for the first time named by the court as his foster/adoptive parents. He weighed just 2 pounds then. Two weeks after his 1st birthday the adoption was final and he completed our family circus. To celebrate I had my very first tattoo, an exact replica of his inch long footprints taken at birth to represent the saying “Not flesh of my flesh, Not bone of my bone/But still, miraculously, my own./And never forget for a minute/You weren’t born under my heart, but in it.”
CRIED.
Reblogged from Fuck Yeah, Tattoos!
THIS IS A REMINDER THAT I NEED TO PRINT THESE AND PLACE THEM ON MY WALL. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
Reblogged from Lessa is more
Dear John Green,
I just cried for an hour.
Literally.
Fuck you people who think that the government needs to intervene more. I mean really, no kidding, fuck you. FUCK YOU.
This is literally my favorite.
Reblogged from Anti-Government Extremist
Remember When by You Won’t
It’s a sorry state I find you in
All broken where you would not bend
With daggered drawn and steel to skin
You poke at wounds that do not mend.
I’ve seen you act this way before
It’s not as funny anymore
With tired eyes you cross the floor.
To say goodnight and close the door.
The days and weeks will not be kind
To those who fight the will of time
To little boys who fantasize
And dream of toys instead of wives
And it’s a sad charade i lead you in
A wicked way to see it end
Still calling out without a friend
Remember me, remember when.
The second chapter of The Fault in Our Stars. If you enjoy hearing this story read in the completely dissonant voice of a grown man, you can preorder the TFiOS box set. If you prefer reading books, consider preordering TFiOS at your local independent bookstore. You can also get it at B&N, Amazon, or wherever books are sold.
I squealed like a 13 year old, cried like a baby, and felt the wisdom of an old person. Utterly blown away by how amazing Chapter 2 was. I mean Chapter 1 was good, but Chapter 2 was remarkable.
Reblogged from John Green's tumblr
Reblogged from The Jukebox
got a haircut. she made me keep a rat tail. I am unsure about this.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. All the kids have rat tails these days. I thought we tried to destroy the existence of the mullet by years of humiliation. Maybe your hairstylist is being satirical? You’re probably unsure BECAUSE IT’S WRONG.
Reblogged from ALLISONW.COM - Home of Allison Weiss
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